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Writer's Block Vol. 1

Someone gave me this to write about....

The conscience is a powerful thing. It’s also amazing. And it’s also very amazing that we rarely listen to it. How many times have we met some one of the opposite sex, got that initial bad feeling, but brushed off that dread with “but he/she is so damn fine.” And 9 months later you are trying to look through their cell phone, quizzing them about daily whereabouts and sending your band of nosy girlfriends on “blue’s clues” missions. Tragedy strikes when we ignore the Comforter bestowed to us by the Creator. How many times would my life have been fruitful if I had followed the intuition given to me by my conscience. “Follow your first mind,” is indeed sage advice. But the conscience will not be heard until you are attune to yourself. Honesty must dwell between you and your inner being. Unless you are comfortable with yourself, you will not have the trust to believe and follow the conscience within you. You will continue to wage war within yourself and chastise yourself for all of your decisions. How easy it is to follow the Spirit and allow the road destined for your life to unfold before your eyes. It’s simply breathtaking to see your darkest hour suddenly give way to a glorious light that reveals a million possibilities that you never imagined. As you ascend to the heights designed for your life, the conscience becomes an easy-going companion that surrounds you in more warmth than the most beloved hug from any mother. The security transforms your daily struggle into new beginnings and the conscience is your well-dressed, well-groomed, omnipotent guide. The conscience, the Spirit, intuition, whatever the name the result remains the same.

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