I hate that you were a product of times gone by; a commodity, a puppet in a rock and roll theater. I wish that now you were reborn and being the creative creature you were meant to be. i hate that Life proved too much for you back then, i hope that now you are back you can be free and without pain x to Elvis

There's something in the air this time of year.
We take stock of our past and pray well for goodness to follow into the new year.

We celebrate our mid-winter festivities any way we choose and allow our fellow men to do what they will in celebration also.

Do not hurt anyone.
Do not look down on your brother.
Do not look for people and possessions to make you happy.
Happiness is the way your Soul was when you were born into this world. Remember the giggles of babes and cry with joy.

A new start beckons all of us who may have made mistakes last year.
A new day dawns for those who realise the potential in your power to create your reality.

Dream with power.
Weild power with Love for All.
May the All bless you, greatly and beautifully this season.
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