ACCEPT JESUS!!! all we gotta do to inherit this:

‘Dream your dreams about what YOU want to do in Heaven; dare to ask for the impossible and all the gifts YOU have ever wanted from Me. Expect Me to hear YOU and fulfill your every desire’ -Jesus (from ‘Lui et Moi’ [He and i] by Gabrielle Bossi, translated, white Dove/front cover) — > Follow us to the Wedding Feast for a raw, rowdy, rambunctious, rrrockin’ reality under a Simpson’s sky, true-as-the-Sonlight, girl, as we travel to the trillions of galaxies! after the celebration withe Xplosive-Xtended-Xtravaganza. God doesn’t think like wee mortals who only gotta hokey-pokey, limited-brain-capacity; God’s I.Q. is far beyond full-throttle, full-tilt, warp-speed-pi, baby.

Far too many think ‘religion’ has to be some old, FXional God with Alzheimers - then we croak ...?

sitting on a cloud playing a harp with a buncha scrawny dilapidates ...? Couldn’t be further fugacity.

Lemme tella youse summorr without d’New Joisey axent, kapiche?

When we accept2ascend His endorphin-filled-axiom, God’s zany-quid-pro-quo-exaggeration, never running outta paper nor pens with a ‘nothin-held-back/zephyr-like-passion’ for the length-and-breadth of SIZEmic eternity, we. are. wildNcrazy, baby. Whoa, Nelly. Easy, girl.

As a true Near Death Experiencer (millions of others have, too, BTW - Google ‘NDE experiences’), I want everything now simply because I saw the Great Beyond for a time in my coma; I wanna give everything back to Her which sHe says we can certainly do for those who achieve the Realm of the Blessed - why wouldn’t sHe want us to share the most intimate form of expression?

Absolutely no love in the Abyss o’Misery: extreme heat, extreme hate, core of earth, skin melting off/regrowth, starvation from all for all, the utter stank of decaying, defecating demons which is repulsive ...and bad hair —> Who decides which destiny? YOU, dear. YOU decide. I, too, am indecipherable as to why anyone would WANT to do the myriad of endeavors which led-up to their XX-ile. Remember? I talked about !Free!Will! which God has no control over??

For the still visually impaired: I personally want everythang for an unruly, yummy, Miss-Pavlove-eternity; nada, nil, nixx, nthn else I desire besides the Great-Garguantuan-Beyond for those thin, tall, savvy, sassy, stunning women to be in my arms2create, iambic-as-the-rhythm-of-the-sea, lottsa-gobbsa-lil-mysteries in d’B.O.M.M (<- BigOlMajesticMansion) —> After I’m done withe O!Wah!Hoo! galaxy, Miss WildElectricChild, we’ll conquer the universe in stimulating, dizzyNsanity-with-our-never-ending-nerve-endings: follow me, Mrs. Viva-Christo-RayBan, for some rrrrockin pi, incorrigible, infectious, in-vincible, setNstone, crazYoung-flame-sower, rock-solid, full-

throttle, party-hardy, solid-gold, sold-out, NoMoTikkitz, mission sensational, effusive proLIFEration, enormity-O-exaggeration-Upstairs —> Goofy, Chinese proverb I made up: ‘dull axe, real fast, chopp’n stones’n haff’ <- PROBLEM? SOLUTION: Miss-Utterly-Bodacious-Outrageous-Gorgeous-Knockout-Babe-Withe-WooHoo-megaXtra-Gnarly-VitSee-NRG4Eternity: Beeeyond-Exponential-Oemnillions-O-Years-In-Her-Psychadelic-Inexhaustible-WarpSpeed-SIZEmic-Cotton-Candy-Refills —> Think I’m loony? Ha. Try playing poker withe Trinity. Y’ain’t seen nthn yet.