I've been getting shed of things I don't need. I found the following amongst some old writings of mine. I used to write quite often to the Universe and its assorted denizens. On occasion one would write back.
I suspect this is from one of those times.
That which must be...is.
That which is meant to be...is.
That which comes to pass...has been.
That which is willed...will be.
That which is desired...becomes.
That which we believe it to be...is.
We become what we believe.
We are who we believe we are.
We become what we think.
We are what we believe of ourselves.
That which is...is.
We believe that which we perceive ourselves to be.
What we think we are... we are.
We are all we can be. It is inside. When we believe this we are it.
That which we believe to be ... is.
I believe in gratitude, therefore there is always something for which to be grateful.
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