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Never "squeal." Live with, stand by, die for, your friends. The
seventh circle of hell is reserved for "squealers."
=THE LAST WORD=:
Start now. "Get thee out." "Launch out into the deep." Darkness shall
be a pavilion around you. Angels of Light stand by your side.
This Supreme hour is yours. Set sail. Realize yourself as Supreme,
Infinite, Immortal, then Divine. Crown with glory your individuality.
"Now are we the Sons of God." Limitless life, boundless capacities of
power. Shut your eyes to the flesh, shut your ears to the world, shut
your heart to fear, shut your soul to hate. Stick to the chase until
you get the trophy. Search for the Holy Grail until true love's
untiring ministry the cup in your unselfish hand sparkles and flashes
in the crimson and sapphire glory of your quest. Burst from your
chrysalis of doubt and the Supreme wings of the Spirit shall sweep you
forward to triumph. There is no gloom in God's universe except what we
make ourselves. The skies sparkle with possibilities, calling you
into their glowing fields of power and service. Get passion into
your chilled soul. Master fate. Span the universe. Hurl forth the
thunderbolts of your energy and the mountains of difficulty will be
cast into the sea.
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