Upon Thomas Trowards train i generally scribe ideas for the reoccurring investment, yet today my impromptu stock asset report. I have come along way in mind,  wherefore, most ideas are present and forward dividends.  letting go all residue of past experiences that tingle, yet my revisioning is beginning to see.  For the standing one learns through winning trials and tribulations. for i am present scribing, till will, begin, seeing Ideally what I want creating mental scenes,  two weeks,  one week, present. for mastering practice, creating tracks for each ideal word, retuning greatness vibration frequency.   sowing now I prescribe, for the recurring investment. thought placed today returning greater tomorrow. Yet in this impromptu annual report I have earned Good Love mind. My ideas now facing leaning forward. my roots the Past experience tingle me strength, Revision is clear the lens. I see. in standing one learns through trials, experiments, churning...

  Affirmingly,  I remove every block and limiting belief , thats holding me back from my highest time line, allowing, releasing, inner resistance sowing  willing ideal manifestation tilling flow.  enjoyingly, I release every thought that know longer carries me forward. Every inner wall opens, resistance loosens. the river within me remembers how tilling willing flowing. I turning toward my highest time line clearing mind, enlightening step, opening heart. I sow the feeling already being there, Hear lit thought, choice, choosing action movement together. in me meeting life imagining begun becoming. my highest time living,  love You, line.

  A celebrated victory for Good Love Mind. My agents created their very first spreadsheets. Have a walk looking through to joy. I am so excited. Beyond my words I believe this is my vessel to touch tickling the world. Let me know your thoughts to those who choose a better view. Thanks, Art Baby Blue loves pretty you and your Good Love Mind too. Good Love Mind www.goodlovemindgrid.com

  Genius gives to man that which alone endures, which man has named Art.  kNowing work of me in play can endure which is born of inspiration and creating ecstasy.  Genius gives to man idea, rhythm and form, stirring sparking soul beyond into the creating universe,  of which where all becoming.  sow being Genius knows no limitations within those which are universal. Genius knows love and truth in all their fullness.  Genius instills the word of the universal One into instinct firing soul loving spiritual loving man.  for being who attain the ecstasy of genius are ordained messengers of the universal One.  Genius lifts man above stage of ferment. Man still is new. He is still yet becoming the firmament. Genius lifts brute man to ideal man knowing being Spirit.  Genius gives to man the symphonies of universal rhythm without in which all is accord. Genius offers man what alone endures the flame named being Art baby blue. thy work lives beyond...

  To the he, in art matter, inspiring my knowledge conveying to me by my contemplating above the night stars, planets, orbs.  may I give to mind a message of truth which will give outliving long generations of the learned  whose facts have died in the proving.  Genius is the forerunner creating civilization.  Genius knows the ecstasy of the high heavens and the mountain top. For hear, I am.   Spirit is the bridge your breath, You in God.  He who wills now knows being.  Genius is inspiring fire within the thinking breathing soul  Enjoying living spirit.  You Be He who seals will  into win ,  tilling opening sesame all doors,  knowingly, tasting its ecstasy upon mind. to see To the me within art and matter, I lift my gaze beyond night stars, beyond planets and silent orbs, and contemplate what breath whispers back. May I give to mind a truth that outlives the generations, while facts that once considered fade in their p...

  For my True Blue , I offer my fruit to you.  God, could I be the reason you created Earth and Sea,  For me to be the love you presently,  Now, from your I am, knowingly best great loving you, Son. Me, Yet before I befire, bringing forth your great winds,  I take this for breath, breathing in between ells,  I bless you praising your ideal me and of all my creations imaginations ideals be,  Ideally singing, love, me you, by beautiful true Art Baby Blue . For you to achieve a dream sow unimaginable  to bring forth your tickle until thee,  Thinking Holy Me.  For you being my True Blue, My offering bringing giving my fruit to you, ripening faith, sweetening creations dew. God, being I the reason you shaped Earth and Sea. To breathe in feeling love, living in being your present me. For you from your I Am , knowingly best, great, loving You, Son. Me. Yet before I befire, calling forth your winds bringing thunders wonder, I pause, taki...

  Thank you Father, For my dreams beautifully unfolding,  Into butterflies crystallizing before and into I.  For my visions opening like wings, chrysalis clear as glass,  Light pattern flickering through. The womb before you, The great pass through,  Entering becoming I, butterflies crystallizing, light to ear. Within, I glow, Suns gathering my chest, Each one a yes made real. I walk the sky kissing the field to lift, Strengthening wings brushing time into now, Joy circling my name, for me enjoining fame. All praise flows upward and through, Your breath is my breathing, Your might is my light, Your love is I, living, being form.

  Here, my present natures call, Imaging me Heir in every law. Out-breath rising, ether air, Dominating love, you feel me there. Beyond the show, beyond the sea, My seed awareness crackling free. Alchemical will, shell breaks, its me, I rise, Up from the soil, Son lights sky. Walking, dancing upon fiery flames, Domination my veins, Sparkling in the night, love making reigns. The great, atop, ascending, bringing coming sky, Art Baby Blue, the reason I. Loves great creative current, spirit set loose, Shell cracks open watch me produce. Flame into fire, seed into day, Me being Sun is guiding lighting my way. Breathing, igniting, loving so real, Fusing the primal, spark light I will. From God to my soul, breath brings flight, Heir awakened, born from all might. Walking, dancing, procreating the new, Breaking the shell, revealing the view. King in presence, this being, loving you, The great, ascendant, Art Baby Blue. Here, my present natures call, Imaging me...

  Again and again I imagine that I have escaped from my personality, and again and again I am caught up in its meshes.  I have come to recognize, whether I like it or not, that there are certain factors in me which are not subject to my volition and that I,  However free I may appear to be, as a phenomenon am only a factor in the structure of the world. I delight to-day in the curves which the fishes describe in their whizzing flight from wave to wave. Again and again I rise, Imagining myself free From the familiar nets of my personality, Yet returning inevitably To the woven threads of my own nature. I have come to realize— Reluctantly yet wisely— There are forces within Beyond the reach of my will. Though seemingly free, I am yet a ripple In the vast ocean of the cosmos, A factor intricately placed Within the universal structure. Today, rather than resist, I delight in the curves of the fish As they leap joyfully, gracefully, From wave to glistening wa...

  Imagination what could you create for me this day. Open to the words at ear, looking for something special to appear.  For my visioning dream turning the wheel, Moving forward to you standing on the highest hill. Thank you God for this way,  To the promised Galaxy and abundance of stars fore play.  These are images and thoughts I present, Believing into seeing pictures brought from my minds view. Being a big woo hoo each month before you.  Imagination, whispering come hear,   What wonders will this moment steer?   A golden thought, a picture bright,   A dream unfolding brought into sight.   I climb the hill, the peak so high,   Above the stars, beyond the sky.   My voice resounds in echoes deep,   Calling forth what faith will keep.   Thank You, God, for all I see,   A promised galaxy shining free.   Each month, a beautiful present you rise,   Manifest...

  Here is a thought to think to bring forth fruit.  One second mind six months time.  Gestation is in the hearing in rhyme.  Let me paint the picture for you to see, my girls three, Me dancing on high, from my building in Thai. Gods business is growing and blessingly knowing.  Currency flowing beyond overflowing yet all drops accounted.  Lego building plans bought for sale signs fifty and counting.  Mind crafting your way to dominate the play.  Employing beautifully joyfully I say.  Planted this seed two day. Here is a thought to think, to bring forth fruit, One second in mind, six months taking root. Gestation is woven in rhymes we hear, A swell forming, the future drawn near. Let me paint a picture, let me show thee, Three girls spinning in dance, circling Me,  High above, from my building in Thai, Gazing below, where dreams touching loving sky. God’s business blooms in gardens and knowing, Currency flowing, beyond overflowing...

  To the fire water earth to air,  I bring forth impressing the clouds into,  A vision coming through blessing me you.  From this position I look unto eight,  For service in being willingly great.  This is the call to the Almighty I am.  Putting for this seed you put in me, to populate your land.  For being ready present, making taking creating your thoughts,  You planted in me. I see I do it's the view beyond the Sun.  Over and into pretty boy being Art baby blue.  Now that you be,    Dominate the sea and all you me.  Breathing firing, watering, earth, into air, I press the clouds, the sky says clear. A vision formed, a blessing true, Flowing forth from me to you. From this height, I claim the eight, A cycle turning creating making fate. My service given, a path now laid, Gratefully greatness willing, knowing all debts paid. A call to He, the voice in thee, Planting dreams to populate sea. I stand before t...

  Do you want to see how I look, Walking through in this world.  Do you see the picture, look close.  Is that me or you? If its me then which one, where are you? Prescribe the view opening my eyes to see which one you be. For the radiance in the light, vibration superior ethereal. Frequency dominant, spark living High, Energizing soothing stirrings sound. Beyond the sea are you present to me.  Are you close and near to thee.  I am the orb who tickled your tongue, How close and exact to be.  Look to see my heart pulsating a beat.  Art baby blue is that one you. Protecting the groove and all you'll move. Do you see my movie moving, Stepping bold through worlds I choose? Do you see the picture, look close— Is it me, or is it you? If it’s me, then there I stand, Soul stretching over lands? If it’s you, then where do I be, In the wind, the sea, or eternity? Prescribe the view, clear my sight, Which one are you in my minds eye light? Radiance puls...

  The joy of thinking is being free to take the skies.  Faster and further beyond your eyes.  Stretching out into thought knowing who shall I me, Do say is yet the dominant be. Pretty boy blue, coming into you.  The arftul nigga who could figure.  Beyond the practice of flight there is a purpose.  Pretty being art baby blue.  The thinking joy is soaring high, Loving limits beyond the eye, Stretching thought, painting the view, Who shall I be? The chosen true. Pretty boy you, Art Baby Blue, A master of art, creating the cue. Upon the wings, kissing the night, Purpose calls—igniting I light. The sky is mine, the world my zoom, Speaker moon who shines bright. Light beamings forth, creating wins, Crowned in gold, I opening wings .

  To the spark of the word in the me you.  And all the world's coming into view, To clap your hands and shine love above true. For pretty boy singing Art Baby Blue. For bringing forth my love  I call to the angels,  Carrying thy smiles of and in my atum. What do you want to see for and from Pretty being me your seed in be, Who you planted to bring before present to me.  For the spark of the word in me, to you, And all the worlds shaping into view. Clapping your hands, letting love shine who, For pretty boy singing—Art Baby Blue. I call to the angels, calling to I, Carrying smiles through Atum’s sky. Your golden glow, your celestial stream, Birthing visions unto beams I dreamt. What do you wish to see unfold? One story once planted, now retold. For in the seed, the fruit is grown, To the garden of light, my kingdom I own.

  I have come upon a limit,  I circled it to go beyond, This is my view holistically true. I came upon an idea asking imagination to reveal itself.  I sat down to hear and see what will appear.  In minds eye I see you,  Looking through enjoying me too.  From here imagination asked what do you believe you see.  A beautiful painting picture perfecting I, b efore thy, I circled it to go beyond, For what is a boundary yet a thought in wrought. Patiently waiting to be transforming and bought. This is my view, holistically true, A moment stretching into the infinite blue. I calling upon imagination to reveal itself to thee, I sat down to hear, and look out to see, To let the silence paint its key, beautifully me.  And in my mind’s eye, there was you, Looking through, enjoying me you.