Friday, February 5, 2016

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Nicole Page-Smith,

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When, deer grow golden horns, their antlers are on display. Golden is the tree. The trees are golden for God to observe in Heaven. Fallen leaves are there, for some. Golden is the love of the Lord. Deer have horns of resplendent beauty. The gods of plants and forest worth, have trees for one to one. We are one deer for the Lord of worth and he is one for the deer. The plants are ascended from god to God and that is why you feel them near, your heart and they grow inside for worth. God and gods trespass worth for gods and God, is near. The colour of ascension shows you your path for trodden is the garden. Gods and planets are the colours for nature to observe. The colour of ascension is near. Golden are the deer of worth and golden is their home where, the trees are in love with you and grow outside you heart. Forests of love, love the deer of golden love and worth. They traipse their feet that way for hooves are golden for worth and eternal birth. Golden and in love is the deer and ascension is her worth, plant the seed today, in the garden.

The ascension is near. Golden is the gardener. Colours are for the nominated garden so, the planets have observed. Angels are heavenly bound and so is their golden ascension. In Heaven, there are angels of worth for planets of note and they circulate the Sun. Angels accompany you while you sleep and we need to learn about ascension so, our destination is Heaven. In the heavenly angel pathway to Heaven, you have to follow your planet. Your planet is the planet you were born under. Ascension colours are communicated in your dreams. Golden is your ascension, in the garden, for God, where, Heaven is your home. Gardens are the golden worth of the gods. The deer already live in Heaven and that is why they are golden, we see their light as though we are trespassing. The golden light of the deer is from Heaven and translucent as golden hay. Golden is the month of May, ascending, angels, sing, for we are in Paradise, when, we are golden and golden is the deer for the leaves, in your garden as golden is your tree. Trees of ascending angels fly to Heaven.

Our colours of ascension are in the garden. We are in the forest, now, as deer rest after play, in Spring through, to Summer hay. Hay is golden. In the cool air, forest warmth is noticed and you enter your golden heart, a locket of worth. Are you a keepsake of your love for God? We ascend through our forest like angels riding the deer's back and fly through, the trees with a wealth of golden love, in our hearts. Greeted, by the descending golden light, of the forest, by day, we are taken to God. Love is the ascension of the heart. When, we see the golden rays of God, appear in our heart, we notice the golden light of the forest. The trees appear golden and we are bathed, with an ascension close, to God as we sit in the forest. Angels ascend up to the top of the treetops, while the golden deer lazily lay about, the golden Earth. Gardens of worth are gardens of ascension and God trespass the Earth.

In the golden garden, God and the gods holds our trespass and our trespass is our heart so, golden is the philosophy of love for God. Heaven will take you, there, to the golden garden of love. A golden garden of love is your heart and that is why the Devil knows no trespass, for golden is the fruit of love, on the golden ascension tree of knowledge, of God's Divine love. In your garden is your heart and your heart may as well be hanging on the tree like the golden fruits of love, for ripened is the fruit. The golden love of God has the gods involved for they are gods of the Earth, who celebrate the Seasons of the Earth. Planetary is the knowledge of the plants of the Earth and they spin on a cycle as the Earth spins on an axis, we spin on a circle as is the evolution. Gods, plants and humans alike have a Divine purpose for God and this is our cycle. There is a celebration of plants for the field and the Earth has us rejoice. A celebration of plants for the garden has God in a golden ascension for gods live in the garden. Humans have the golden deer.

There are gods in the forest. We buck and fawn, and roll about, said, the god to the god, oh tree, for trees are the forest. The humans have no realm for the deer, for the deer is golden. Trees are there, to protect you in the forest. Oh deer, oh stag, oh golden deer. Gods and deities buck and fawn, oh golden, is the deer. Nymphs and maidens, traipse on through and protect the animal deer, speaking her language, doe to deer, they speak of doe to deer. Stag to love, oh love, be one, of love, be one and deer. We are planets for one Earth, to deer and god to god, no more. Gods are golden for the deer and deer are love in one, for love and deer oh deer, is one. Gods transcend and enter the trees, go brook and plenty creature, near. When, deer come golden, near, they are white and golden antlers appear, to deer, in red, not white, for deer. No human is to hear. Fawn to doe and stag not near. Oh, golden is the ascension of deer. Brooks and streams, go unnoticed for deer and stag alike, for love is the ascension of deer. In a forest, so near to my heart, oh deer, oh dear, by May. Deer come near and near, that way, is my heart with the deer. Forests are in a merry way. Deer are for the month of May.











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Friday, January 29, 2016

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Nicole Page-Smith,

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The garden has you observe the planets, in the evening when, the gods trespass, through. The gods are there, in the day, too, but are as translucent as the clouds and we see the air that way. Clouds and transparent air are observed in the blue sky. Plants, in the garden of love, take you through the forest and are observed on the other side, in the clearings. The magical gardens, inside the forest, take you on a journey, through, your mind. When, you enter the forest, gardens of thought, are observed, with the gods and the planets. Garden history takes us to where we came from and you feel as familiar with the ancient plant life as you do with extinct species of creatures and animals like dinosaurs. In the ancient forests, with the older plant species, the magic of the forest takes you to, love in the garden. Do we ride dinosaurs and woolly mammoths, in our mind? We see the golden deer there, too and they are as translucent as rain clouds, in Heaven. The gods see through, the golden deer, to their magical lineage and we are there to observe their horns. The deer antlers are as organic as plant life, where, they grow and entwine like gods through the cosmos. Plant life and gardens grow through our mind as tendrils, may tend to sprout, through our ears, if we were entwined with garden plants through our body. The heart tends to grow with more love.

The blue sky above takes us to Heaven and here, like angels in the sky we fly like birds and drift with clouds. In Heaven, you become one with the air, around you. We are as transparent as the Spirit is air. In Heaven you notice the ground and you trespass as you walk. To see Heaven is to see the sky but the garden holds your heart. We are as entwined with nature as we are with the Earth. Plant life grows like the love in our heart. Trees grow in the forest's growth and plants are noticed, where the gods, placed them. The planets are noticed as the plants grow in the garden, for the calendar is the zodiac of the gods. The planets have the names of gods as they were noticed in the garden in Spring weather through to the Autumn leaves and the leaves fall on the ground, for us to notice our cycle of life and, death. The cycle of the planets is inclusive. We have planets to remind us of the cycle of Christianity and when, God observes, the golden tree, the knowledge of our heart, the golden bough. Plants are golden there, in Heaven like the deer and we see the colors of our ascension, to God. Plants are the gods as God is the plants and then, we see our ascension. Plants take you to Heaven.

In Heaven, there are golden trees and the garden is how we see Heaven, on golden feet. The garden is the forest and when, you are in Heaven, you see the love of the forest and the trees look resplendent. You walk in golden light, for God, to observe, where, you tread. All around, you see love. The birds, talk about, love in the trees and the plants grow forth. Trees grow towards the sky so, our mind, travels upwards, to where, God lives, in the sky. Trees lead your mind, to the sky, in Heaven. The sky is blue, in Heaven. Heaven is where God lives on Earth, too and in your heart you see his golden light, shine forth like the Sun on a bright sunny day. The Sun is golden. A golden room is for your ceiling. Walking through Heaven is to walk through, your garden and your forest grows tall. We are like the tree that grows tall. You could imagine branches continuing to grow out your fingers and the tree trunk to form your breast. Where, our feet embrace the Earth, we grow roots. The wind in the trees is our willow and our feet is our home. Trees love the forest to love you and when, you become tree you become life. Life in the forest is like love in the heart, you find Heaven, there. Heaven take me to my home, in the golden heart and Heaven close the door. Love God to love your forest's heart.

In the forest are creatures and plants of a coloured variety. The colour of ascension holds the heart and the colours are for the reflection of Heaven and reflect the colours of the planets. We are, influenced, by the planets, in our heart as we are, rewarded, by God. The planets and the cycle of the Seasons participate in everything Earth would find in the forest, including the heart. Other planets are influenced by the cycles God places in the Universe such as the cycle of the Sun. The creatures and plants of the forest require information from the planetary cycle and our heart is of a similar ascension. The Sun and the moon circulate like the planets around the Earth. Certain plants and animals are born of a Christian day, to God. Our heart transpires. Seasonal and golden are the products of the Earth as is love in the heart. Plants find their sweethearts with the help of bumblebees and God and then, there is a revolution of the Sun, for the moon to observe. Creatures of the forest do find a territory. The heart is Divine and shines with reflection. We are all the reflection of God and our heart holds the key.

A Divine reflection of Heaven is God. Love is the colour of the planets. Golden are the forest deer. Creatures of the forest shine for one another with the camouflage of their reflection. Horns and antlers suit the doe. The reflection of golden colours in the heart has plants curl around your feet. The colour is known as fawns are known to stag and doe, to deer. Colours of ascension are the colours of the planets from doe to deer. The deer see their golden light in one another as it shines through their hearts. Plants curl around our toes. The feet of the deer are golden and that is their sign for God, they trespass the Earth. Plants entwine, going up your leg and growing as veins would, enveloping the stump. Golden is the light of God when, our heart reflects Heaven. The heavenly, planets, are an orb, for God and we shine in his light. Our golden light is upon us. The planets are our reflection and that is why we reflect Heaven but, our Divine heart, is for God, to trespass. Heaven in the heart is the golden deer and they are bathed in each other's golden light. The plants travel through our veins. Golden is the colour and Divine is God. The plants grow through your heart.











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Friday, January 22, 2016

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Nicole Page-Smith,

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Fields and deer are dear oh near and, near oh near are they. Happily the deer tread, through, the hay of hay wheel, May. Grass and May, of seed and, hay are hay and, hay of May. We roll and tumble. The West wind blows, in May. Sky and deer of cloudless sky, of fields of gods and hay, are always, there, in May. The form of God is hay for deer and May for the gods of the hay and, gods take May to hay. Wind blow through, the hay in May, for deer are there, to play. 

Wind blow, West, East and blow, again. The deer frolic and then, they play. We are blessed in the merry month of May. There, the wind blows through the hay. Now, hay to wheel and hay to play, wheel, through, the hay, in May. Winds blow to East, South, West and blow and, blow, merrily, away. Deer play for May and wheel and, May some more, for May and, hay come, close, to play. A deer in the hay is two for May. In the May for hay and, hay and May, we bless, the Earth. Sky and planets, wheel away and deer, bless the Earth, while, antlers are on display. Rearing up, stags fight and rear up, some more. To play and test and, love and, wheel, the stags win their mate. Doe and deer, stag and doe, have for fawn, the grass and seed, for wheel. We love the merry doe in the foal. Foal of deer and fawn for some, see stag, stand, forever more. On brook and stream and, to the West, is where you will notice them and stay and sway and, deer and, notice her, in play. Antlers rest. Stag to doe is love in the hay and May is doe to deer. We love you forever, doe and deer and, fawn to seed, some more. Of love for seed forever, worth and love forever, God bless the Earth.

Seed and grain, and grain of Earth, are seed, forever more. The Earth, be blessed. Earth to seed is seed to grain and Earth to seed, no more. The Earth has seed and grain to Earth, and Earth, to the forever more, to Earth by house. House and Earth are seed to grain and, love is by the brook. Brook is brook, to brook, in the book but, do not tell forever more. Now, seed to grain love brook to book and seed to love and, worth. Do not tell the deer you were in the woods or they will scare. Dare to love the deer in the woods. The stream of love and plenty worth, travelled on by. Earth is the true home of God. Gods of worth and Earth, of near and far, are for the deer. Seeds are for the worth. Earth to Earth, is for the planet of worth, so near and far. Deer do trespass, tra, la, la but, nearer are their worth. Of deer so, near and near so, dear of love and, love and, worth, tra, la, la and, dance for the deer for near is deer and far, tra, la, la. We love to love the Earth so, dear where, love is love on Earth.

The love on Earth is for plants of love and deer to walk them by. Do we trespass in the garden or is love, the love of another, name? To the garden are the plants, who love your name when, your name is deer. The deer of worth do trespass your name. Tres and pass is to the game. Do no trespass for game have a name. To pass on by is love for the tree but, to walk on names, is a deer of worth. We have names in the forest and gardens of worth but, deer call themselves, foe and, deer of worth. Names are foe and for, and forward walk, through and through, the forest, the deer do walk. Walk on through and through. We trespassed the forest, today. The names of worth did say. We love and love and, do and do. For then, we are, of the affair. Affairs of love are, an affair, to do. Do fare well with the deer. Golden is the hare. Golden is the forest and golden is the garden of love as we trespass, to the forest. Will you meet the Saint in the forest of worth or will he meet you? God tell him so. Plants and deer, of deer alike are pleasant foe. To the planet of worth, is where we live, for the forever and forever more. Forever more and on the more, forever, a more is more and more. To the love of God, Heaven is forever, more. I love you, God.

Love is forever, in Heaven. As we travel, North, the plants disperse and walk is walk, no more. Deer are golden and translucent is their antler horns, for we see through them as we see God, for God is through the horns. The sky of worth is to be seen and skies look through, the clouds. We see her reflected, a God of Christian worth. Planets tell our name day Sun, of Earth and water and Earth. We are planets where, she is worth and her name is Mother Earth. The Earth resides in the Sun. Our Mother, is reflected, all around us, for we are her name. Mother they call her, Earth to some and then, we plant the seed. Our planet's worth have seed no more, for we are of the Christian faith, to birth our right, for Christians travelled, through. Of mother is our Virgin right. Mother and Earth, are Virgin, born, for she was he, once upon the while, of plenty, near and far. Far to near is far for some and Mother Earth was her name. We are jewels of the crown for her and Mother, is her birth. The plants are of golden ascension there, for planets were her worth and gods tell her, her birth, there, in Mother Earth. We are all in a circle and Cross her birth. The gods told her, so.











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Friday, January 15, 2016

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Nicole Page-Smith,

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Gardens are love, in the garden of love and there, we find the beautiful, observations, of God. Tranquil, is the peace, in the garden as the birds call your name, they fly all around you and take your love to God, where, you are ascended, into a heightened, state of being. Spirits of love, find your love ascended, there, in the garden, on a bright sunlit day, where, in a euphoria, your love, is transcended. Transcendence, from the state of love, in the garden, to love in your heart, is a spiritual vocation. Love in the garden of the Spirit takes you to your heart and ascension is trumpeted for the angels of worth. Gardens and angels, combine well, for God, for both, equal love in the heart, of philosophy. The garden's Spirit takes you to an understanding of love, known to the Spirit, for of love and the garden, are wealth for the heart. Divine is the garden of love. Ascension is the color of love. Angels reside in your heart. Gardens have been well manicured, for centuries, with patterns of design, leading your heart to God. Angels live there. 

In your garden, you are, blessed, by angels and deer live there, too. Angels and deer equal the love of God. In your garden of love deer trespass, through and walk along their passageway. Through, the darkened forest, on a sunlit day, deer find refuge, in the cool air. The purples and darkened forest lighting, would smell of the dark, cool, breezes, through, forest plants as the deer, would pass through, standing silent, sometimes, to observe. The forest is a nice, cool, place on a bright lit, sunny day. Other, creatures frequent the forest, in the treetops, where birds fly around in peace. The forest floor is a different, matter and beware of where, the pond creatures live for streams and brooks travel on by. There are nymphs and water gods, there, too, so, take care, in the forest, at night. The dragon's tooth is sown, nearby, so, the fields can be dangerous, by day. Deer pass on by. Fields of love and tumble worth are for the gaze of the herd, only. Hay to tumble is for the deer and do tell his antlers, May, for the seed of worth, is plenty of worth.

Dragons and hills, travel forward, in May and hills and, tumble and, hay. We are the antlers and worth is the forest, for plants, are only, a stream, away. Deer are the hay wheel and wheels, wheel and wheel, the Earth and spin around, the hay. Spinning around, the globe, the world, spins the Earth, all day and spins and, spins like the Sun, around, the planets, of the Sun. We wheel and Universe spin and, wheel and, all around, spin. The Earth spins and wheels and, the planets move around, they spin and wheel, and the stars circle and wheel, for hay day.

 When, the planets align, for the sacred day of Earth, our Universe rejoices, with the gods. Hay and wheel and, the planting of the seed, occurs, on the Divine, Earth, day, of Heaven. The fields celebrate, with the golden time, of hay. Hay of wheel and gods of love, bring forth, the deer.  Antlers of Universe, tell gods of field, to love the hay of May. The planets spin and Universe goes on spinning, for the hay, we are only a merry month of May, in the hay. Deer are walking with gods of hay and wheel to love the merry, fields, while, hay and fields, communicate, to planets and gods, Universes, away, from hay and, seed and, wheel and, God took deer to hay. For the planets of May, to observe deer and fields and hay, gods and angels, tell God. The Season bursts into bloom and deer and fawn, stag and doe, spring forth with the abundance of hay, in May, Springtime, for the hay. Dry fields of May, have blue sky, above and cloudless is the month of May. Deer are golden for the hay with love for gods and Seasons, to obey, as we all love the warmth, of May. Blow the wind, blows through, the fields, even on a cloudless day. West, South, East, will wind oh wisp, blow merrily, merrily, away. Spring is for the month of May. 

When the gods hear the wind blowing, through, the fields, they appear. Wind oh wind oh willow wisp, away. May and fruit and, flower and, she dances merrily for hay. Gods of Earth and Earth of May, dance and, dance the hay. We hear the deer of May, although, silently, the deer walk, away, to the South. The wind blows from North to South, where, westerly Seasons blow. Wind and breeze and, wind and, wind, blow hay and, breezes through, wind and, stream, of nymph and, god of worth. When, the wind carries the wind, along, down brook and stream of worth and, to the merry deer, the fields of know and, plenty worth take trespass, near and far. Fields tell angels, deer are near and gods laugh happily, in play.












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Friday, January 8, 2016

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Nicole Page-Smith, 

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Blue is the blue of the May, blue sky and blue is blue. Heaven is Heaven and Heaven is blue. On a cloudless day, you dream of Heaven, in the deep of the deep blue sky and clouds float on by, in Heaven, where, the sky is blue. Heaven is the blue of the sky, where, the sky is blue. On a clear day, in Heaven, the clouds pass you by and Heaven is the sky. With a reflection of Heaven, in the sky, we see ourselves reflected, in the sky. If you are Heaven in the heart, you are Heaven in the sky. More and more Heaven, is more and, more sky. The breeze of air and cool, are Summer breezes, in the cloudless, night. In cool of shade and tree, Summer has warmer weather, to transpire. Spring of breeze is wind of cloudless sky and blue is the merry scent of sky and, breeze, all day. To Heaven is the color of the sky. We love in May of Spring and air and, love all Spring come Summer sky. Cloudless is May, for the sky. Love of Heaven and May is love and, love is Heaven, for God. Blue is the color of Heaven and blue is the color of the sky. 

When, the sky is blue we are in Heaven. Heaven for the deer is the color of the sky and they stand amongst the fields as part of nature, in the grass, honoring God. Their love of the fields can be felt by their serene countenance as when, deer face the sky, they face God. Gentle is the wind. On the Spring days, close to Summer, deer flock and gather, where, the fields and, hay, are dry. Hay is the nourishment and deer are the hay. When, we circle, they gather and gather in the fields. Circling and gathering has been occurring for centuries and, they circle with the moon as it transpires, there is a quarter moon to full moon and, then, the circle grows to gather. The circles inform the deer about their antlers and the moon carries on its course, of the moon. A moon gathers weight as it cycles in the fields. The moon gathers strength as it waxes and wanes and, circles around, the field's Earth. Are we deer to God, where, he is moon or are we Earth? We are Earth and moon, where, he is God and, deer, and, we are fields and, sunshine where, God is deer with love. The circles of field take the moon of another, cycle, where, the deer enter, the domain of Heaven.

Deer are in the gardens of May and frolic forth, for the hay. We in May, are May of deer, for May of deer, are hay of May. The deer of the dear gardens of May, are dear to the garden as deer are dear, to the hay. Gardens and May are as synonymous with deer as deer is with the hay. Dear oh dear, oh hay, oh deer, are hay and dear, oh dear. We are hay, of the May and deer of the hay, to the garden. Gardens grow forth. With garden May and love of the garden and, gardens of May to the deer, we are hay. Hay and May are deer, for dear is the love of May, where, gardens are a delightful growth, of plentiful, deer. Deer are the antlers of May. Antlers and May make hay. Hay can be dear to the deer but, May is more, dear and love is the hay, to the deer, in May. We are in love with the hay like deer are in love with the May, for love in Spring is hay. Spring and May love deer. With the gardens oh scenting, for love in the hay, of May and scents of the Spring, May, air, we love our gardens, of May. Love and deer, love Spring in the May, for plants are golden sunlight. Sun and Spring twirl, tra, la, la and circle around, your daylight garden and at night we are Spring, to the deer, for the scent of the forest, is near. Forests are Spring to the deer.

In the garden of May, we are garden and gardens are garden, to May. Garden is the name of May, for Spring is the Season. The garden takes us on a journey, for we are, the pathway. Gardens take you to the Universe as we are on a cycle with the Sun and the moon. The stars shine, brightly, at nighttime, for we are the garden and spinning and, circling with the moonlight, the cycle of God in the garden, of May. We spin and are Universes where, the gods are planted, in the garden. Universes are Universes away as we spin and enjoy the sunlight. The gardens are garden but we are the May. Plants, plant themselves, sometimes, while, gardeners, bumblebee, away. Are we gardens or plants, we ask ourselves, while the planets, turn merrily, away. In May, we are the seed of the garden and in Spring, we are the gardens, of May. Gardens are Spring and turning, our planet, someway. The way to Spring is the garden. Spring, May and garden, are a delight, for the playful, deer. We enter the forest, at sundown and gardens rest you, there. Spring, oh cheer, of deer and garden, spin and, twirl, oh circle, away and, then, there is another, day. Rest there, awhile, in the garden and have our Earth, be the love, of May.

There is love in the garden of May. Gardens of Spring are full of Spring and Summer rain, where, love transpires, in May. As you move your thoughts, down, through, the garden plants, they circulate, away. Universes and planets inform the gods and, the ground produces extraordinary species of a new, formed, variety, of growth. The plants grow to larger, more developed, proportions, than, previously observed and with the warmth of the ground, with westerly breezes, plants start enveloping, the Earth. Jungle growth of plants, thriving, uncared for, twist and turn, through, the Earth, where, vines and, hanging trees, meet other, large, flat leaf, varieties of plants, on the ground. The garden of love is a tangled, organic, delight and growing with forms of well, rooted, plants, to observe, the mass of growth, secures itself, to the Earth. The Divine form of love has entanglement and is rooted in your heart as plants are in the garden, they grow and you grow with them. Growth and decay are a generation and we grow to observe God's love, where, growth is the garden of love.











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Friday, December 18, 2015

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Nicole Page-Smith,

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Angels are synonymous with deer, in Heaven. Angels and gods ride on the backs of deer, holding onto their antlers. Plants, are also, blessed by angels, in Heaven and the gods rejoice in the garden. Deer are angelic in Heaven. The gods take you to the golden ceiling with the angels and the deer have antlers that touch, Heaven. In the golden fields, deer walk and rest all day, gathering in flocks of another name. Deer stand under blue sky. Cloudless skies send angels to your garden. The garden of Heaven is sent your name. Deer like angels are bathed in the light of God and a golden light shines forth like the Sun. Gods walk amongst us but live with the deer in the garden. The entwinement with the gods is a Godly understanding and we are Divinely inspired by God. Angels inform your name. The deer are for our notice and in Heaven we see their light. When, doe of deer and stag of fawn and, play go to God, about Spring, God shines brightly on the fields. The light of God is golden. Deer love God in Heaven and entwine their antlers with the knowledge of love.

Deer are golden for love like the gods are Divine for God. The antlers twirl their love to Heaven and their love is golden. Of twirl and whirl, to Heaven, they go, communicating all day long. A direct access to Heaven is needed and deer have gods like angels, they are God for we have deer near our heart. Deer frequent the garden of love as plants, do, heavenly formed and for the love of the heart. Deer walk to your heart and through you. In the garden of gods and angels alike, deer have a special place. You walk their way and the way of the deer is golden, golden of love and, entwinement. God loves the deer, of Heaven, in the garden and we trespass, knowing of God's love, there, in Heaven. Golden are the deer of the fields and their antlers are golden with the shine of Heaven, let the Sun shine down on the golden deer. Spring brings forth a golden understanding from Heaven and baby deer, of fawn and doe, and deer and stag, walk through, with golden light. When, the Heavens are so golden, with the Summer, yet to follow, our golden light, shines. Heaven take the deer through, golden fields, to play amongst, the hay. Golden is the light of May.

Love in the garden of May is for the deer. Summer is the hay. When, they walk on though, your garden, your heart is near. Deer are fawn and doe are play, and, please, keep the stag, away. Deer of doe and play is near, for love and frolic, through. Deer are in the garden of hay. Your fields are near and so is hay and deer of fields do play, in May. Deer for the garden of May is hay, in the fields. The wind blows through, the fields of May and hay blows forth for him. The stag and doe, and, fawn, too, near, love each other, for May and deer, near. Gardens are love in the Springtime. Golden is the sunshine and blue is near, for deer and dear oh dear, in May, and hail and shine. Blue is the sky on a hot Summer's day. Fields lay hay. A garden so golden is grass, to lay where, deer play and frolic in May. Oh, frolic deer of play and hay, so near in May, where your babies lay, fawns to foal in May, are deer of the hay. Stags so near. 

Near are stags and deer, so near, in May and love for shine. Love and deer, so, love is near, with the golden hay wain. Oh, so are deer and love, and shine for love and shine, so near. Deer are for love of deer. We participate in the garden doing God's Divine work but, deer frolic and play, for the deer. Wind scatters them, hither and thither, and wind is hither and thither, the deer, hear their voices and, people of the wind, move away, as with the spirits of the dead, voices travel, in the wind. Deer scatter with the sound of the wind and neighbouring deer frighten the flock. Wind has the sound and smell of the garden and what does a west wind blow? Deer scatter with the leaves and Autumn come Sunshine, is when they like to play. The wind of the West wind blow, for deer come Autumn to May, for the love of the deer. Scattering and moving, to and fro, the wind stirs up the leaves. Wind of deer and to and fro and the merry deer, of May. Wind of deer, are deer of deer and dear are the deer, of May. Deer are for the love of Spring breezes and gardens are frequented, in May. Deer are for love of the hay, while their antlers are blown through, by the wind.

Wind and storms are frequent in May as is the wind, of the hay. The wind blows through, the fields and moon come rain of shine or Spring, the wind blows on and through. Winds of the North and Southeast, blow forth, all the daylong. The wind blows, soar and sail along, and West, unto the brook. Winds blow and blow a gale, till wind blows never too, more. Where, the East wind blows, the North one, follows and West comes East, some more. Storm of hail and gale, and, wind, storms ride forth of field and bank of stream, no more, they take of wind and East meets West, till brook of stream meets rock and forever more. More and more, blows the wind of storm and gale, until rain and hail, shines, forth with a rainbow, in the clouds that blow and, blow and, blow, across, the sky. Winds form Summer rain. Spring brings with it rain nor shine and clouds on blue sky, Heaven. The blue of sky and racing clouds of wind, and love, go through the clouds, with the wind. Shine and more, forvever more, means, what is the colour of the wind? Blue or forever shine, no more. Sky of blue and wind of gold and blue of blue and, wind of air and, clear is the clear, blue sky. Wind is clear in May of the hay when, wind blows wind around, together, the West wind blows. Of wind and wind and, lovely wind, of May and wind, so near, blow through, the sky.











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Friday, December 11, 2015

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Nicole Page-Smith,

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When, God sends you Heaven, you are in love with his garden and the golden deer, traipse, through. Love observes your name in Heaven, while the garden speaks of God. You can see yourself reflected in the Divine leaves of the trees. Other, plant life talks to God and enjoys a Divine language with the heart. A pathway is made through your garden like an animal track, made by deer. Plants communicate to your heart because of how they are formed. In the garden of love, plants take form by heavenly design. Your plants are your life and designed by God, for your garden and the heart, weathers the storm. Years of the cycle of the planets and the moon see the love plants refer starlight, to your heart. Plants form in your heart to try and explain love in the garden, of love. Our jungle of heart plants, stress with love as plants Seasonally die off and grow, in the garden, of Earth. Plants require water and the heart needs love. The garden reflects your heart. Forests grow and stretch with undergrowth, tree creepers climb Heaven bound and your heart swells with the development of love. Creatures of the forest are well taken care of as nourishment for the love plants expands in your heart. Plants grow like the life of the heart.

We walk through the garden and God observes. Doe and deer play to flock and meadow worth. The field of doe and deer has stags, among. The deer flow through the fields like the currents of the wind, then, flock and gather, through your garden. Gardens are the worth of merry men. Gardening is for doe and deer, alike. A garden is for the deer to wander through, your garden's heart. The deer of the heart do live in your garden. The garden is to advise you of the passage of the gods, where, plants and foliage grow with your antlers like deer. Deer walk on by. The deer of the antler's growth have entwinement as the Divine have communion with God. An engagement with God is a Divine message with the heart. Your deer sometimes garden, by eating the foliage and trespassing, through, the fields. The gods do rejoice in your garden with nymph and joy, and twirl for the antlers, the communication is a joyous one. Your heart is connected with the Seasons and you will be with love or trespass, depending on the will of the Season. Planets are of influence like horoscopes have read, of philosophy, gone by. The heart and deer are very much alike.

When, the planets are in Season with the Sun of Jupiter and the heart is advising forth, deer and, all the creatures of Earth, rejoice. Spring is near, in the Season of the deer. Planets tell you where the grass is grown, other planets, where the grass is sown. Spring cheer is near and all is sown. Deer of the one, who is near, are taken to the sown grass that is fear. The known grass, of the fields, sits under cloudy blue sky. Grass and near, of fear of deer, take you, to God. Mars is in third quarter of the moon and Neptune is near to Venus. Gardens are with the deer, of a worthwhile place and they sit among the shade. With the moon of worth, overhead, the daytime turns to night. Although, your heart feels the Season of worth and all the planets, lineup, on by, our night of worth is of nigh. You can see the planets out in the starry night as they shine bright night away. We are of the Sun. As your garden of deer, heart of worth, love the delights of Spring May, in the garden, gods trespass forth and deer and, fawn, play, nearby. Spring removes the antlers of May. Stag rest while their foal play. 

The plants of the garden of May bring through Sunshine. Spring is dutiful to her mother, Jupiter, the planet before Summer. Planets roll further, with tumble of world and starlight, for our contemplation. Plants are there and reward is for her, in the garden. The world revolves around the plants for planets to view her, too. In the garden of love, of your heart, the gods show us starlight and true daylight. Gardens move as the planets revolve around the Sun. Growth is brought with warm winds through Spring rain and we notice the garden bathed, in a new light. The growth of your heart is of an imagining as dreams trespass fantasy. You remember some dreams as you can imagine reality but an internal light, is for God. Sometimes, with the Earth moving with the planets around the Sun, the Seasonal light changes and this introspective gaze, also, reflects, the unconscious light, of dreams. Your garden is reflected. Our planetary garden brings forth starlight, where, our heart brings with it, God. To love is to reflect in the garden and take a garden seat. Your internal light wanders on through, the garden. If you walk with your garden heart in the rain, the light will look resplendent like a passageway to God, the Divine pathway. 

On the Divine path, through your garden, angels reside, there, with gods. Ascension colours reflect the heavens. The light of your garden is blue, appearing on the side of the Earth, somewhere, in a pale, heavenly, light. Planets continue to spin around the Sun. Dreams are the colour of angels and gods are the colour of the heavenly, Earth. Our planetary gods guide our heart, through the garden and along, a pathway, lit by Heaven. Gardens are often lit this way, in your heart, to view the way. Plants grow to reflect the earth and gods of a heavenly ascension do live, among the plants, for they are plant and growth. Angels transpire for angels are to guide your heart. Gardens of the heart communicate with the angels of God, for love. The planets are our influence, by Gods instruction and the gods help God with Divine work, in the garden. Our garden hearts walk along with us. Plants are Divinely formed, for God and Heaven is the heart of angels.











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