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Agape Angels of Love: Wings of Wetiko Wonderment! πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…

πŸŒ…πŸŒ… Healing of the Holy HeartπŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…

By SAMURAI SAM: Wild WaynePublished 2 days ago β€’ Updated a day ago β€’ 2 min read
Agape Angels of Love: Wings of Wetiko Wonderment!  πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…
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Love Angles Knocking on My Door. . . .

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πŸŒ…looking . . .
moving deep into her eyes . .
finding an angel of the heaven. . .
mirroring into my spirit eye, my heartfulness. . .

πŸŒ…


πŸŒ…knowing she had a terrible abused childhood . .
running down the dark path,. . . .
vampires running close. . . .

πŸŒ…

πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…'

πŸŒ…smiling,. . . .
walking to me, a saint, . . . .
giving me a cross . .
holding wooden stakes, . . . .
going to a dance 77 club . .
laughing, and soul . . . .

πŸŒ…

πŸŒ…shaking big booty buffalo butts. . .
bouncing cool invincibility as we . . . .
eating golden nice, ice, nice 77 ice cream . . .

πŸŒ…

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πŸŒ…crying,. . . .
having no friends, no love, no monies . . .
sending me in the mail, monies, 77 cards, gifts . . . finding strangers from around the world . . . . compassionate . .
asking . . . .

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The Mantra of Wonderment

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πŸŒ…
. . . . why, why, why . . . .
. . . . . . . . . why, why, why . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . why, why, why . . . .
πŸŒ…


πŸŒ…as I am about to give up and want to die . .
finding love, kindness, joyous luminosity of love, love, and more love. . .


πŸŒ…

πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…. . .πŸŒ…Thank you so much. . . I love everyone.. . during my cancer treatments, strangers sent me money


πŸŒ…

πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…. . πŸŒ…just today a stranger paid for my flight to Houston for my cancer check up, with tears in my eyes, I know there are angels listening to my prayers. . . .


πŸŒ…

πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…. . πŸŒ…My mother never asked for help, she told me we are only here to help others. . .

πŸŒ…

πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ… My mother was the most loved person I ever knew. EVERYONE LOVED HER and HELPED HER! EVERYONE, all races. . .
loving people of race
luminously
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πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…. . πŸŒ…. she remember when the Ku Klux Klan scared her to death looking for Black men to lynch, so within a few days, we left Mississippi forever. . .

πŸŒ…

πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…. . πŸŒ…. love is all we have. . . pray for those in pain. . .pray for the world who need love. . . pray, chant, and cry. . . Happy Mother’s Day of Angels!

πŸŒ…

πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ… Do not comment 77, 000 times
waving your 777 flip fingers, do not read for 7&7 seconds, highlight everything with honey, do not make 77 comments and stay for 77 thousand years in the 77 Dungeon of Love,. . .

πŸŒ…

πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…πŸŒ…. . .πŸŒ… and I will feed you kimchi demon nacho dumplings, and always tell me about my peanut butter butt being trojan huge

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Thank you for being sweet . . .

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I make fun of my butt because I do not have one.. . I lost so much weight from cancer that I must put special pillows on my chairs or they hurt.

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SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne

πŸ’— DR. WAYNE STEIN, Certified Personal Trainer, Ted Talk Speaker, Gothic Scholar; Yoga, Black Belts. Professor, Speak Spanish. Writing Coach, Cancer Survivor, Korean, Japanese raised in Italy, grew up In Los Angeles, GynmnastπŸ’—

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