If Twitler was the battlefield, anonup is the celebration ITS NOT OVER, might as well laugh along the way
In response NEO ONE to his Publication
true story, years ago i was sitting at the beach on the shoreline when small pieces of coral washed up at my feet in the shape of the letters of my name and in the correct order no less.
i was so grateful to be there & was literally soaking in the beauty of the turquois water. my mind was totally clear & i was very present. frequency is the only explaination for this occurance
Nice story š. I believe it.