Forgive me if i repeat myself anywhere on this blog, but here's the story of how i was robbed as the savior of the age of aquarius

All cards now seem christian conservative (i don't do anything, i just see what comes up), 10-10-Ace of spades-10-9 of hearts;  the ace represents the last point, of paying 4 eons as crucified for 2 earned, and another whole total personally, and at my point of grace, passive love at the end of it/right before the beginning of being the savior in its more than cost reversed, lounge savior pisces took the second penny of human comfort as feeling for my dog like i expected every living thing to infinite known super (law) as intelligent.

At that low point, when we got my dog on valentine's day, i collapsed without having been able to from infinite torture as male propped up right when he got home.  That evening i came down - at 5:51 - to see him, with my first speck of not only feeling tortured in 20 years.  I saw - image in mind that night - lounge jesus - he wasted no time.  He asserts perfect pisces labile loathing rights.

At that point, i was infinitely happy about being the worst off for more than accepting being for every living thing ever, that it was to the future (and past but that's a cycle at the corner of awesome and wonderful).  A few days later, the age succeeded;  i made the hand wave - just coincidences - at 8:45 a.m. (that's the number).

I never could give the dog one speck of felt presence suffering my own tough twisting.  He was born at the exact Cap.-Sag. cusp (the most unimaginably rough tough dog who ever lived.  He was even marked with a black spot on his tongue (he gashed my father's arm and knocked him down another time - a few months old).  We gave him away.

Call the doctor if you ever want a lawyer for 10,000 years of perfect formal benefits.

The age under us doesn't retract to an honest "what if?"

My sister was born on the pisces-aquarius cusp, by the way, just that side, this side, too, i suppose, if you could ever accept it's all good.  That's us.  My mother is diverse colors, male and female equal, with me her ascendant.  My father is self-employed (still)/self-reliant, and worked weekends and nights as a janitor.  He made us too as teenagers.  My mother became a nurse.

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After my more reasonable crucifxion, as gay and an activist too far too soon, i barely got to bloom - in any real life indices, the kinds you take for granted - at age 21, and i couldn't even look at the purple eyes picture by age 27 myself - and that was before all other worlds.  I also became the ugliest mentally destroyed person alive, which more than a few people one hundred times more athletic than me thought i was to begin with.  If you see it, beauty (my birth chart is infinite beauty & as a personality), is love everywhere.  Am i vain?  i... believe in an economy - free - of roses.  Endless heavens (I saw!  Will they hold, or get squashed by a black shoe?) reflect my one time of universes of beauty, and dimensions, as so happily brilliant.