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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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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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Nicole Page-Smith,

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Deer are part of Heaven and that is why their antlers point to Heaven in the sky. All animals are part of God. As the deer participate with their lives in the fields, standing majestically for God, some are dappled with spots as though a camouflage from starlight and during daylight so, they blend in with long grass, and the hay. The deer are engaging in the golden workings of Heaven where, their antlers touch the sky. Do deer send messages to God with antlers like radar for the sky? Heavenly sent deer are a present from God. The sky is the blood rich colour of love, when, the sunset dawns and the moon rises, in the sky. Coral are of another colour. When it rains, from Heaven, we catch the water in catchments of the sky, a stream of another deer and clouds of another name. The deer of a sunlit sky are the pain of our heart. We communicate to God and God died, of another day. Dawn rose for God in the sky. Golden are the antlers of God, for the deer of Heaven and golden is the sky.

Golden deer are the Heaven of the order of God, they breathe our voice and deer scatter like the wind for the sound of the trespass, they hear our voices in the wind. Running to and fro, the deer move like the wind, through the hay and their movement rolls like the currents of the wind. You can see the glint of their silky coverings of animal fur, shine in the sunlight as the flock of deer run about in the fields. The antlers of the deer are like plant life, head dressings, on their head. The antlers twirl with wind and twirl, and grace, and grace the sky, with a planetary guide to Heaven. The antlers like deer grow with ascension, for God. Gods and deer alike, with frolic and deer of planetary May, are for the fields of hay. Golden deer are a heavenly colour. The gods twirl and whirl to communicate away, with the antlers of the deer, to a heavenly golden entwinement and knowledge, of plants, through May, when, plants are of ascesnion. Golden is the heavenly ascension of deer. 

Deer of May and play and, deer and hay, are love of the ascension, through, planetary May. The light is golden and a view from Heaven. When, you are in ascension, golden is the feeling. Deer have antlers on display, to describe their planetary way and the communication is to God and, for Heaven. Golden is the ceiling of Heaven. The deer have antlers like coral at the bottom of the sea and like water, the air blows, through the antlers as fish swim through, the coral, with currents of the sea. Elementary air and water, flow through, the currents of your imaginings. Heaven is the air you breathe. Currents of wind and the sea take us to God. We are Divine in Heaven as we travel the currents of the wind, at sea and Divine are the deer of the hay. With wind, on a cloudless day, the deer stand still. The union with God is cloudless, in May and is blown through your antlers like deer in the hay. The deer are talking to God and we dream, away. We dream of the month of May, where, golden is the hay.

When deer are of the May, we bless the hay. The deer are white and golden and, golden is the hay. Of, May and month of May, for deer and hay, where, deer and plant life frolic, the plants of May grow and, are ever present, with Spring and, frolic and, May. Plants entwine, the garden of your pathway, to Heaven. Deer frolic in the hay of fields and joy of hay, while plants twirl merrily, away. Growing and enveloping, the garden and, antlers grow, from the deer, of May, all are growth and, growing, entwining, round and round, entering the domain of Heaven, in an earthly and, heavenly, way. The cloudless, blue, sky has gales blow, heavenly and gardens delight in the warmth of Spring air. Warm winds bring rain, with Heaven, spreading heavenly, rain. Plants flourish with the warm air. The ascension plants of the delightful gardens of May are part of Heaven, for they replace, Heaven with Heaven. A Heaven on Earth would equal the deer. Your garden plants, form part of God, with golden deer. The overgrowth of the heart has plants entangled with forest growth and deer standing in the fields, nearby. The tangle of antler growth of deer seems embroiled in your heart as though the antlers stick into your heart flesh. The plants die away into Summer months and Spring is the month of the hay.

Spring, for the plants of May, have a greener view, where, the coloured plants of forest and lush green overgrowth, speak of another day. Ascension is in May. We are green, where they are red with orange fruit and lemons, of the May. Pink is your colour. Blues, violets and purples reflect our planets as we reflect the moon. Ascension plants, in the garden of love, reek of heart growth and pain. Love is for the blessing of God. We love God in the garden of ascension plants, for Heaven, in the garden of love, for your heart is in ascension. The Divine colours are reflected from Heaven. Our heart reflects golden deer, too. In the garden of ascension, where, deer are allowed to wander, plants have long since grown with an overgrowth of entangled foliage. The gardens have Divine forms from Heaven and it is ascension in the knowing of God. Plants are the colours of ascension for God, so we know the presence of God, in our garden. The garden is a Heaven of love.

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