The elimination of joy is often rendered by the commercial minds (those minds lower than even the simple minded.) Have you ever been around a person who has nothing better to do than to soak in their own misery? So much that they warrant the destructions of yearning to not inherit their misery alone. I have. I have shaken my enemies hands and I have even given a hand-up to those who tries to pull me down, but they cannot. Right before the eyes of the of the soar hearted my valor stands by the courage of favor.
Locked in a lab (a spiritual state of challenge and conditioning) I had to distance and disdain… I had to recognize what is mud from what is a celestial clay. To embark on the groove of a genius mind is often a wavering collision that promotes no insurance, yet, to be assured that one will not go through the windshield of giving up we must break. In a time about a time that reveals everything within than time, the channels of disturbance begins to blink. Many men have nothing but a chain of slavery to note their birth right, inhibited by their own choices. I am Mario Vernon Publishing but it is you “My Loyal Readership” that owns the contents of my heart.
A Change In The Tides
I can not makeup a story or choose to use my gift upon a waving wand, just as I have to go through something to gain the insight to write to you the lessons of my journey. We are one. When I am called to speak is the only time that I am permissioned to open up my heart. Though I know that many have become accustomed to hearing with their hearts and eyes the wisdoms shared through me. It is a constant search and waiting period; joining with those who shall be seated at the table of exodus with me. Yet, my business has already been thoroughly established, and my company does not consist of a visitor but a CEO. Not some ole run of the mill or shade tree operation, there is nothing makeshift about this publisher’s established property. What you read is my witness. Hello Again.