You know, bad people, I've never seen bad people have angels.

I know that The Other Side, and the spirits who live there, are as real as this earth we live on, and that the only thing separating "her" from "there" is a thinly veiled difference in vibrational frequency.

I've always wanted to put a little solarium on the back of my house. You know. Glass.

Plant now the roses of Hope, Love, Promise, God Consciousness, and the Glory of your Soul.

I listen to my spirit guide.

The weeds keep multiplying in our garden, which is our mind ruled by fear. Rip them out and call them by name.

People are afraid to die, and even more afraid to live.