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A time to plant New Seeds

But which seeds,

Dear one,

Shall you choose to sow?

And which will you decide

Are not for you at this time.

Love is in all beings, sentient as you understand them and otherwise.

Love all My creations child,

Even those you find unlovable.

Love all – for that is the true Nature –

of you – and of All that Is.

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