M: darling, is possible for you to expand beyound a two sentence utterance and be like all the great minds before you? R: yup.

Poem. Beauty. Sometimes love is a beautiful dream. Sometimes, love is incorporated, into the beauty of the heart.

Poem. Adaptations. When you develop your sovereign self, a narcisstic attack is like, mosquitos trying to get through a mosquito net and mosquito repellent.

M: darling, your telepathic outreach to me has been very memorable. It is this kind of love that shakes the entire foundation of the known world. R: yup.

M: darling, you calm my nerves with your beautiful telepathic love, like no other. No, you are not a hero, just a mere mortal, that loves the most precious and tender things in life. R: yup.

M: darling, whilst your use of 1 or 2 sentence utterances, add to the depth of human understanding, they lack the deep thought provoking profundity that other great minds posses. So, I would really like to see if you can expand the raw depths of your thoughts, in a more simple and harmonious format. R: okay.

M: darling are you capable of expanding beyound a two sentence utterance? R: ya huh.

Poem. Highs and Lows. Their will be highs. Their will be lows. But, a true professional, knows how to navigate both.

M: darling, never outsource your love, and expect a return on your investment. Keep your heart cards close to you heart, so you can't be played. But, do give the narcissist, the royal flush. R: okay.

M: darling, for some we are a blessing. For others, we are a lesson.

M: darling, beware of those who make lots of noise and give pretense to love. R: okay. M: beware of those you give you lots of attention, then disappear. R: okay.

M: darling, you can't give away free, "warm fuzzies", or you will go bankrupt. We need to turn a profit to pay for rent and food and lots of popcorn. R: okay.

M: darling, it is easier to deal with a wild mustang, than a woman in total bitxh mode. R: ya huh.

M: darling, I want you to concentrate on the practical realities of love and truth, and stop floating off into the ether, with your lovely dreams of human love. R: okay.

M: darling, I want you to concentrate on practical matters, instead of 'pie in the sky', hopeful imagination, that will never manifest in your life. R: okay.

M: darling, I only have one issue with your business plan. You need to draw it up, so it looks professional. So, stop using crayons. R: okay.

M: darling, if we end up with over production of "warm fuzzies", we can air drop them into totalitarian countries and societies. R: okay.

M: darling, I looked over your business plan, and it bespeakes of a glorious economic empire of epic proportions. R: ya huh.

M: darling, your new business model for "warm fuzzies inc.", should include a profound message of loving concern. R: okay.

M: darling, you have become such a good backbencer, supporting other's dreams and aspiration, you forgot about yourself. But, my sweet dear, you are a dream, I aspire to be. R: ya huh.

M: you are not funny or cute. R: I know.

Poem. Understanding. He who understands, gains clariuty and sees past the noise. His omniessence and omnipresences slowly grows, to new breath taking heights, leaving the huddled masses to fend for themselves.

M: darling, in spite of our fears and insecurities our friendship continues to evolve. That said, I sense healthy patterns emerging in both of us in a energised state of being. R: ya huh.

M: darling, I know you enjoy your quiteude, but it often seems mysterious what you are pondering. That dumb look on your face can be a bit confusing. R: yup.

M: darling, are you the CEO of warm fuzzies inc. Cos, your business model, really out shines all the other business models. R: ya huh.

M: darling, the danger of following the normative script, is a world of facades, shadows, and obvious underline motives. So, write your own script that follows the spirit of truth and love and tell all the fakes, to f/o, in the nicest way possible. R: okay.

M: darling, do you really have the key to unlock the mysteries of the universe and the human soul? R: yup.

M: darling, if we ever get a chance to sit and talk, we can discuss the merits of writing your own script, directing, and producing your own show, using yourself as the main character. Or, we can make our own home movie, and flip a coin, to see who gets to be the glorious side-kick. R: okay.

M: darling, if we ever get the chance to sit down and and talk, we can discuss, how to properly utilise short term goals, to achieve long term success. Or, I can just put my hands on your handsome shoulders and bask for days in your mysterious eyes, without using words to convey my deepest feelings for you. R: okay.

M: darling, you have been a back bencher for so long, you know no other way. But, you have managed to make others shine like golden stars. But, truth is, you are more like a heaven, that holds his precious stars, next to his heart. Your loving heart is so self-soothing.

M: darling, people say you are a cold recluse, who doesn't like people. But, that is so not true, cos we can match each other's energetic flow state for no less than 26.6 minutes and that 26.6 minutes carries us for the rest of the day. R: ya huh.

M: darling, I respect your quite nature, you only saying what you need to. I respect you are thoughtful, even to your enemies. You don't trust many people. But, you truly enjoy my company, especially in 5d, cos, I can't play with your heart, or f/with your mind. R: ya huh.

M: darling, I know you will never leave your little hovel. I know you felt burned when I never showed up. But, you still enjoy loving me and you do it with such grace. R: ya huh.

M: darling, just cos you won't follow the normative script, does not make you an odd. Just practice self-kindness and snuggle up with me, if you feel the world has turned cold and snooty. We can even have a pajama party, just bring you own popcorn. R: okay.

M: darling, people say you are a mean old grumpy recluse. But, that is so not true. Cos, you always send me warm fuzzies, by the boatload and you love your job. R: ya huh.

M: darling, this is food for thought. Perhaps, it is not you who has gone mad, but a narcissitic world of pretenders, who gaslight and manipulate the masses and you found a convenient escape route, to avoid the insanity. R: ya huh.

M: darling, every one thinks you are a reclusive introvert, who doesn't like people. But, that is so untrue. You are one of my personal favourites and you can keep a deep conversation going for a full 8.3 minutes and that 8.3 minutes help both of us to carry on, the rest of the day. R: ya huh.

M: darling, the way you can match energies, even with narcissists, is truly remarkable. Yet, now that you move into sigma empathic skill set, you still try to let others freely choose the right course of life to their self-individuated needs and vocation, with some guidance, but, with, hands off approach. R: ya huh.

M: darling, I don't want you to mock your lessors or under mine you enemies. Let them face their inner void and all their inner fears, by themselves. It will do them a world of good. R: okay.

M: darling, their is no doubt your intelligence can cut through diamonds. But, I want you to trust your empathic skill set. R: okay.

M: darling, now that you have evolved into a sigma empath, you can still take pity on narcissists, but don't try to fix them. Let them hit rock bottom and learn to fix themselves. Their initial charm fades quickly, then you see the ugly side emerge. They can't keep it hidden, it emerges, cos, they can't contain their unresolved childhood wounds. So, keep your metaphorical distance, and maintain your own sanity. R: okay.

M: darling, no matter what I tell you, you will put it into the vortex of change, and I will never be the same person. My true self will emerge through the cortex of change. I will individuate(and love the process) and still claim unity amongst my tribal members. I will find two hearts pounding inside my chest, and find how truly amazing I really am. Yes, I found my self in you.

Poem. Is vs. Is not. When we can define what is; and, what is not. We can have a better path forward.

Poem. Passion vs. Love. Passion is something we love doing. Love gives us a sense of wellbeing. Finding unity in each, can produce good results.

M: darling, I know you enjoy your little hovel. But, you also enjoy loving me. You don't even care if the world thinks you have gone mad.

M: darling, word on the street is you are a heart breaker and good for nothing. But, that is so not true. You are a heart giver and a heart filler/feeler and you give so much, I ended up with two healthy functioning hearts in my body. Now, I would love to see all the naysayers, to disprove my righteous claim of love's sovereignty in my life. R: huh?

M: darling, the thing is, when you support someone through good times and bad times, you have to to get behind their hopes and dreams to, to push them forward to the next level, through new experiences and a new realm of existence. R: okay.

M: darling, in the journey of life, missteps will happen, lessons will be learnt, your rolodex of experiences will continue to expand, crushes will happen and soon forgotten. Mind-blowing experiences will elevate, and losses will be incurred. The highs will be high and the lows will be low. But, fret not, cos the road to El Dorado is not for the weak. Loving the process, leads to understanding and understanding leads to greater hope. And, you will evolve into a beacon of light and love, in a world of shadows and manufactured lies.

M: darling, if we ever get the chance to sit down and and talk, we can discuss the historical development of jazz music and its fusion into modernity. Or, we can discuss the best ways to rock the casbah. R: okay.

M: you are not funny or cute. R: I know.