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Month: January 2026

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Intersections

By: James Aitchison Each day you formyour eternal self,shaped by a myriad testsand endless humanintersections.You are wrought inthe flames of life’s fire,and by the vandalism ofhuman emotions.In the self-honest silenceexamine your own spirituality,and let it magnifya hundredfold.