Leadbeater and Besant on Thought Forms
Fanciful Moppet, You are my loveable lust,
my burning longing,
my lovesick fervour,
my anxious appetite.
My precious being adores
your amorous little liking. Yours anxiously, M.U.C.
He smiled, eyes sliding out of focus. "I was dreaming…" "Dreaming what?" "I don't remember… we were singing. In the rain…
Fanciful Moppet, You are my loveable lust,
my burning longing,
my lovesick fervour,
my anxious appetite.
My precious being adores
your amorous little liking. Yours anxiously, M.U.C.
“Bobby, do you know what a metaphor is?”
“A component, like a capacitor?”
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