(talking) Imagine painting the world with color. Imagine singing out praise to this world. Don't you think it would come back to you as observed. This is the conclusion, that it's a reunion of what we need to reorganize in our thought waves. We are like (paint) guns with a trigger, which needs to blow out the right way. Sow I send to you in color all the majestic breeze (bullets of color). I send to you in color, the wonder of every k/nee/d. I know there is a conclusion, but it's not the magic wave. And if you think it's a bounty, then you know it's coming back your way. Just because you did not wait, does not mean it will not show. The great big wave you sent out, will come back to haunt your daze (laughter).
Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!