People Are Afraid To Die, And Even

A Spirit Is, Like, Your Mother, My Dad, Who've Made It. They Can Come Around, But They Come Around In A Loving Way Because They've Already Made It To God. Most People Make It.

It's So Sad: Anything That Has To Do With God, People Want To Dispel.

I Don't Think That There Is A Person That I've Met - I'm Sure There Are - That I've Had Any Conflict With.

Your Actions Toward Others Are Your Bank Deposit. It's Easy To Be Good To Nice People, But Try To Be Caring To Everyone. It Is A Test.

The Weeds Keep Multiplying In Our Garden, Which Is Our Mind Ruled By Fear. Rip Them Out And Call Them By Name.