You’re an immortal, divine being. A little god, and yet, you toil like a slave. Isn’t that hilarious?

The soul is imbued with a yearning that is carried, like a torch, from incarnation to incarnation. It burns with a curiosity about life and it’s true identity. Souls live, strive, and evolve, driven to seeking the truth about the world and themselves.

The solemn and devotional ceremonies of the Piscean Age and the fear of God will give way to a friendly, intimate relationship with God. At long last, Jesus’ happy teachings will resurface.

We are used to the thought that we’ll go to Heaven if we avoid sins or have our pastor remove them. To labor ourselves into paradise is a new and somewhat discouraging perspective.

God created mankind in His image and likeness, remember? For some reason, you people always forget your divinity.

Mankind’s happy end and people’s happy endings are inevitable.