There was a time...

There was a time where the former US president Clinton's sexcapades were not yet known to the world. And I was young, and quite innocent. Humanity was being led towards collective stupidity by adding Chlorine to water. Alien life was said to never have been seen before.

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We now have videos of Adolphe Hitler meeting those beings.

Aliens exist and are far more common than you think. Time travel is possible, and at every new arrival in the past, a new parallel universe is spawned. Furthermore, according to my master, the past, present and future are all happening at the same time.

And according to what Swami Nithyananda, we, human beings, have the innate power to rejuvenate our bodies. Furthermore, we humans, can use the power of telekineses. I know, because I was able to do this.

It was only a few cm per second, but I was able to do it. This is not fantasy. This is not fiction.

Atma Namasté 🙏

A beautiful flower.

I've been faithfully single for a while now. Since 2020 to be more exact. I might have been emotionally entangled with someone from my LoveLight class, but nothing very serious came out of it. Maybe something might have happened had we not been thousands of miles apart. Maybe. I don't know.

I therefore reserve the right to call myself as single for nearly half a decade. I'm almost proud of this, like a badge of honour that I can proudly show off as I parade my single butt around.

I am rather pleased with myself to see my intellectual faculties re-emerge and stretch its arms with a huge yawn.

I'm glad to be able to find my old self again. I missed this.

I almost forgot that I love writing. I love crafting pretty sentences that I delicately string together to produce some sort of art, that I finally unveil to the world as I hit the publish button.

I was rather surprised recently to be fully captivated by a soul on Facebook. 

How superficial of me. 🤦🏽‍♂️ I know. I know. Facebook is the only virtual platform I visit these days.

And there she was. She was by no means the hot babe most men drool over, but the simplicity of this atma reminded me that out there, there might be this elusive perfect one. Or maybe it could be her?

I would like to add a fat LOL here, to illustrate the improbability of this ever happening - but, I will be an eternal optimist concerning this! 👼🏼

My heart agrees with this blog post, and we'll both hit the PUBLISH button, after attaching a photo of our favorite flower (which looks a lot like her, tbh): the frangipani.