Our Intentions Create Our Reality.

But Whatever You've Been Today Is Already Over.

We Make Weapons Now That, If We Ever Used Them, Would Kill Ourselves. How Do You Explode A Weapon With So Much Radiation In It That It Will Wipe Out An Entire City And Think That It's Not Going To Blow Over Your Own Cities? We All Breathe The Same Air. It's Madness.

Earth Is Heaven. Or Hell. Your Choice.

We've Lost The Sense Of Our Own Divinity. We Think That We're Separate From God, But We Can't Be. We Must Be Like What We Came From, And We Came From An Infinite, Loving, Kind, Beautiful Source. We've Forgotten That.

Anything That Has Been Accomplished By Any Other Human Being In The Physical Realm Is Within The Field Of Possibility.