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Devine Magnetism Awakening the Sovereign Soul Chronicle 29.
The continuation to Chronicle 1, The Theatrical Melodia of my Life. I was back on track stepping onto a new plane of awareness, after hitting a hold up, a knot I needed to break free from. The only way to do so was take a gamble. Only to arrive at a new state of being for the risk I took; has now paid off.
I was to cross a threshold after reaching a crossroad, into a true awakening; only to hit a round up. Here I was again, trying my luck to cancel out that individual I call the rattle snake. He who used me to claim his victory. Returned for another quest, and I was on the other end ready to contest.
I was in and the rest became entertaining, for I hit a downplay. Where I was to begin and where to end that nasty trend, gave me the opportunity to claim my truth. The result was terribly wrong, but, yet again, it was prewritten. By yours truly, to prove my point to give the corrupt a chance to correct.
Rewrite a wrong, a passageway, held me back and accountable. The journey reached its destination, it had me facing an issue, that had been brewing for years. An individual who had been wanting to harm my soul, was watching my success. Sitting under the raider, insisting he hit me at my best.
That trace was a constant reminder; I remain resilient and undeniably respondant.
Devine Magnetism Awakening the Sovereign Soul Chronicle 29.
The continuation to Chronicle 1, The Theatrical Melodia of my Life. I was back on track stepping onto a new plane of awareness, after hitting a hold up, a knot I needed to break free from. The only way to do so was take a gamble. Only to arrive at a new state of being for the risk I took; has now paid off.
I was to cross a threshold after reaching a crossroad, into a true awakening; only to hit a round up. Here I was again, trying my luck to cancel out that individual I call the rattle snake. He who used me to claim his victory. Returned for another quest, and I was on the other end ready to contest.
I was in and the rest became entertaining, for I hit a downplay. Where I was to begin and where to end that nasty trend, gave me the opportunity to claim my truth. The result was terribly wrong, but, yet again, it was prewritten. By yours truly, to prove my point to give the corrupt a chance to correct.
Rewrite a wrong, a passageway, held me back and accountable. The journey reached its destination, it had me facing an issue, that had been brewing for years. An individual who had been wanting to harm my soul, was watching my success. Sitting under the raider, insisting he hit me at my best.
That trace was a constant reminder; I remain resilient and undeniably respondant.
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