My dear Lord Gesanksverein.
I was just on a short Eso page where it teeming with "dirty chakras" and (unlike the author of course) incompetent "channeling teachers".
Now I must not miss again a bit inflated shit shit out chatter, though a bit more conventional, so I'm not quite out of practice.
I met Jesus in a dream, Rudolf Steiner and my last incarnation, the Heinz, finally Gulgi.
Jesl was quite tidy and friendly, but seemed, in contrast to Rudi, who still did not get his grundgriesgrämige face completely under control, although he very scratched, a little depressed, while Heinz almost endlessly nag he had so so hard that from me something better than going out to him, and yet was from me after he had included forty years in a Buddhist monastery for me every mischief, become just that notorious Zwunzlallbacken which he must now be angesichtig.
By Rudi fell into a sanktifikanten stupor before I could even ask him if Heinz because not doing something wrong to me, appeared suddenly Gulgalinetta on, only a moderate flame on the left epaulettes amulet saw me with her lindwurm green, short-stalked, as always well maintained Schauodromen and said: ". Magnus, let's not tilt the sauerkraut juice" (She calls my beer always so; she does not like hops.) (more ...)
