My soul ...

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What to say for this? If God is for us, who is against us?
To the Romans, ch. 8 - 31

My soul of Japanese geisha entered this free body and lives ... She is all in patience, but she is electively tolerant ...

She hears:

- I'm exhausted! I am not against tolerance, but even against! Some elusive substitution of concepts happens ... something was driven into the brain, but I do not understand! I don't want to accept! I can't ...

Example? We arrived "who came up" ... We - bread, salt! “Tyra Pizan” (lane with Komi - a set table). Remained. Then the second, third came ... we arrived with families. Married our girls ...

The temple was closed. The mosque was rebuilt from the bar. Kapets. I don't want to be tolerant!

The Heisha's soul catches meanings and does not experience a buzz. Only awareness of readiness ...

Let's drink tea, but where is the mug? What to pour in pain? How to live in high without thinking about Harakiri? And the master needs it? And the Lord? And Allah?

The soul in someone else's body is ready to become a bird ...