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Благодарю❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

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Если еще нет наслаждения...значит еще нет пробуждения?😮

Ок. Что такое сострадание? Что такое желание видеть людей счастливыми? Почему я переживаю за своего ребенка??? Как это относится к моему телу? Источник мыслей возможно это Бог (любовь) Или сами знаете кто....

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Так кто же всё таки "Я" открывает или Бог?

Так здорово!!!!! Интересно!!!!! У меня бывает как во втором,пока не так часто но очень счастлива в эти часы. Работать получается без мыслей и работа стала нравиться ещё больше. Просто всё замечательно.Правда работаю над собой постоянно,но это мне нравится. АРТУР ОГРОМНОЕ БЛАГОДАРНОСТЬ ТЕБЕ ЗА ТВОЮ ЛЮБОВЬ И ЗАБОТУ О ЛЮДЯХ!!!!!!!!!!❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Спасибо за ваше свидетельство🎉

Молодчина

Доброго времени суток 💖 БлагоДарю БлагоДарю БлагоДарю, смотрю Артура и сейчас и прошлые годы в записи, интересно и полезно ❤🙏🙏🙏

Через «открытый рот» попадает счастье🎉 радость 🎉благодать ❤ Спасибо Артуррр❤️‍🔥✨🅰️❤️‍🔥🅰️✨🅰️🅰️✨❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥✨

Удивительно❤

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Спасибо!

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нет никакого истинного Я, все Я ложные. В реальности никого нет.

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Огромная благодарность ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Благодарю Артур ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Это как возвращение блудного сына😊

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Дорогой Артур, я тебя услышала… и слышу…❤

Классный кусочек. Особенно самое начало. Спасибо ❤😊

Амиран после воздушных шариков

Book four. Chapter Twenty. Release of the Crystal Having reached its former titanic size in a matter of seconds, the Green Dragon imperiously sucked in the fluttering air through his nostrils and sneezed deafeningly. A loud echo swept through the columned hall, boomed loudly in the thick walls and extinguished all the rotating decorative stars. The massive hands of the multi-colored astronomical clock hanging on the wall fell down with an eerie clang. Cowardly twisted their tails encrusted with precious stones woven into golden chandeliers, the gigantic snakes curled into balls and hid their heads. The eerie decorative paws of merciless monsters dropped the extinct candelabras and disappeared behind the gilded plaster covered with deep cracks. The mortally frightened inhabitants of the magical portraits jumped out and, leaving the gilded frames empty, set off running along the endless dark corridors. “Hide behind my indestructible horns and hold on tight to the withers,” the dragon said, bending its strong flexible neck towards Alizee, “now it will be really hot!” Shaking her head in amazement, the fairy gracefully fluttered up, sat down on shiny long neck and, bending towards her right ear hole, shouted loudly: “Let’s go!” The green dragon raised its head, spread its mighty wings and, in a split second, heating its wavy throat to a bright golden color and opening its mouth wide, spewed out rainbow-violet flames, burning countless hordes of attacking wickedness to the ground. The witches, pale with horror, opened personal spatial portals and disappeared in unknown directions. With a powerful blow from his spiked tail, the dragon demolished the charred ceiling of the columned hall along with the tiled roof and flew over an enchanted castle shrouded in blinding darkness, surrounded by dead trees and impregnable rocks. The main tower of the ominous castle - the focus of dark witchcraft energy - made up of a myriad of incorruptible remains of vampire murderers and other servants of the witches., was covered with a crimson cloud and terribly crackled with smoldering discharges. The dragon slowly opened its mouth and, unleashing its accumulated anger along with hurricane fire, burned the tall anathema tower along with its granite foundation. The powerful witchcraft spells, with the help of which the witches created their sinister intrigues and their nasty deeds, fell; the unbreakable spells were destroyed . The sun's rays broke through the eternal impenetrable darkness and, illuminating the empty castle, shone in into the living purple crystal. Alizee flew up to her priceless crystal and, wiping away tears of joy with a thin handkerchief, said: “Hello, Kolis!” Still, I was able to and brought the Green Dragon. He freed you with his supernaturally powerful flame. - Yes, my dear princess! My radiant fairy! I knew that you would succeed... - the noble magic crystal answered telepathically and marvelously shone with all its many ideal facets.

Book four. Chapter nineteen. Fairy love power Despite the extreme hopelessness of the situation, the Green Dragon, encouraged by a wonderfully enchanting voice, uttered an enthusiastic and grateful roar, soared higher and, rushing into the fifth turn, released a merciless azure-colored flame. But the wound received from the vampire was not in vain: the dragon’s active-defensive reaction slowed down significantly, blurred highlights swam in his flushed with anger eyes, and the fearless little hero missed several more blows with the terrible bat’s claws. With the last of his strength, the dragon brushed aside the enemies enraged by the smell of blood and, ascending with a whirlwind air flow into the sixth circle, inaccessible to the gaze of the singing fairy, enveloped in the darkness of the fierce death, released an all-consuming indigo-colored flame, the mystical brilliance of which brighten to the very depths of an eternally blissful existence. Countless hordes of winged vampires, emitting a disgusting roar, evaporated with the speed of lightning into a hole in the painted marble ceiling, previously burned through by a hot fire tornado. In the freely penetrating bright rays of the sun, the dragon's scales gracefully sparkled with green mother-of-pearl. In the atmosphere, strongly heated by a super-powerful flame, hung a tremulous moment of pure absolute serenity. The completely exhausted little dragon looked at the alluring sparkling radiant light pouring from the bottomless sky, inhaled the fresh air quickly filling the slowing protective tornado, closed his eyes and, losing consciousness, fell into the open palm of the seriously exhausted, but not losing heart, fairy. Staring in complete bewilderment at the battle filled with powerful energy flashes through all-penetrating diamond glasses and feeling like great commanders, the witches threw their hands up, grinned triumphantly and, cheering maliciously, continued to fire at the tornado with dazzling explosive lightning. The hordes of evil spirits, frantically biting and scratching each other, huddled around and rushing into a new attack, hissed and roared terribly. Alizee, not paying any attention to them, silently looked at her tiny lifeless defender and, wiping away a tear that ran, said: “What a pity that magic doesn’t work on you. We lost this battle, my friend. Forgive and goodbye forever.” At that moment, the fairy’s frantically beating heart was filled to the brim with indescribable warmth, tenderness and light. Millions of charming rainbow-winged butterflies fluttered in the lilac-pink haze fluttering with patterns. In the intoxicatingly intoxicating air, fragrant with the sweet, dizzying aromas of flowers, herbs and fruits, crystal bells rang, filling the universe with angelic tints, and the mesmerizing sounds of heavenly flutes and harps flowed. In a soul filled with unimaginable pleasure, the birds of paradise sang joyfully, and an extremely tired mind scattered into billions of golden particles throughout the universe shining with divine colors and whirling in a mystical dance. Revived by the exceptional magical fairy love power love, the Green Dragon opened his emerald eyes sparkling with life, smoothly flapped his wings filled with remarkable miraculous power and, calmly taking off from a gentle palm marked since birth with a magical sign, began to rapidly increase in size.

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Скажите, что это за метод, чей он?

но лучше бы он делал паузы между фразами, чтобы люди могли ощутить СЕБЯ В НИХ

вот настоящий артур, а нетот кто вещает хрень сейчас))) маркетплэйс

У каждого тела свой Ум, они работают всегда в паре, а Разум - всеобщий.

Плохое качество видео

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Book four. Chapter Eighteen. How to support the dragon? Getting as close as possible to the quickly descending cloud of winged vampires, the Green Dragon turned around with lightning speed and, spewing bright red flames into the impenetrable, aggressively oscillating thicket, flew in a tight circle inside the purple tornado, which also tried to shoot down the bloodthirsty enemy with its dizzyingly rotating air trunk, and throw out those leaving behind smoke plumes of burned bats outward. The closed space was filled with invisible currents of dense terrestrial energy and began to rapidly heat up. Turning her hopeful gaze upward and trying in vain to see what was happening through the thick red haze, the fairy boldly wiped beads of sweat from her forehead and crossed her index and middle fingers. Making a spiral path upward and turning sharply for a second approach, the dragon released a burst of orange fire, turning the next swarm of vampires into ashes. But some bats still managed to slip past the hot flashes of fire and get closer to the fairy’s brave defender. The unyielding dragon, thanks to his incredible intuition and lightning-fast reaction, repelled the attacking enemy with his strong spiked tail and, bursting into an even more dense third circle noisily swarming with evil spirits, erupted a fresh portion of devouring light yellow fire. The second the dragon turned around and rushed into the fourth ring, its magical flame, reflected in the vortex waves, filled the compressed space with a rich green color. One of the enraged vampires finally managed to break through and strike with his claws at the tiny scaly body. Tiny but hot golden droplets fell onto the palms of the fairy, who immediately realized: “He is wounded,” and without delay telepathically contacted the purple crystal: “Kolis!” The witches discovered us, and we... - Yes, my princess! I'm observing everything. - But why are you so calm? The dragon is wounded and bleeding. - Yes, it’s annoying, but don’t worry too much, it’s just a few drops of blood. - Kolis, his size... Hatred flared up in me instinctively yesterday and he became simply tiny. - Alizee, there is no reason to worry. The dragon is only a small part of it in the visible world; a fair part of it is hidden in parallel space, where I support it energetically. - Thank you, Kolis! Now, if only we could return our wounded hero to his true size. Annily found the following entry in “Mystical Revelations”: if a fairy falls in love with an object of living nature (including a mystical creature), and her heart is filled with a magical dream, the object will instantly increase to gigantic proportions. My question is: is it possible for me to fall in love with a dragon here and now? - A wise and timely question, my princess! Love is the boundless creative power of the universe - the energy of comprehensive consciousness and balance - a mysterious and incomprehensible mystical beginning - the highest irrational magic. No one can control love. It is unconditional, uncontrollable, unpredictable and unexpectedly comes on its own. - I must assume that I am powerless here. However, how can I support the dragon when I can't even see my only liberator through the colorful flashes of fire? - Sing for him with your magic voice, it will be optimal and effective. “Okay, Kolis, I’ll do that,” Alizee interrupted the telepathic connection and, looking again at the tiny golden droplets in her palm, sang tenderly and melodiously: Fly my little Dragon, knowing no barriers, To the island of fairies in a garden with marvelous flowers. Fly my brave Dragon in the heavenly winds In ineffable worlds as wonderful as dreams. Forget the steel of the shackles, the ice of the caves, Grow big and do not spare the fire for your enemies. The wrath of lightning sparkles in your scales - Cupid's arrow or the finale on the shields...

Book four. Chapter seventeen. The dragon enters the battle Menacingly muttering and strainingly puffing, empty-headed monsters with blood-chilling faces crowded around the stormy tornado that prevented their advance and, trying to penetrate inside the dense vortex sparkling with neon shades and jumping clumsily onto each other’s shoulders and the backs of their heads, huddled up to the very ceiling. But all their zealous attempts and frantic feverish efforts to penetrate the wind barrier rotating at great speed and get to the young sorceress with the little dragon were in vain. Not wanting to even admit the thought that the fairy was capable of resisting their all-powerful witchcraft, the witches, disheveled by the sudden wind currents, boiled with rage and, roaring hysterically, began to fire at the tornado with dazzling explosive lightning. From innumerable directed energy explosions, ragged through holes gaped in the rapid whirlwind, into which the newly activated bloodthirsty retinue pulled their clawed paws, sharp fangs, crooked stumps and cold tentacles, and almost reached the seriously alarmed soft-skinned fairy. Clearly determined to support an active defense, the Green Dragon sedately flew off graceful shoulder and, opening his fire-breathing mouth, spewed out his tiny but ultra-powerful flame. The magical tornado quickly picked up the merciless burning element and, becoming fiery, in a split second destroyed all the most terrible predatory limbs extended by the evil spirits. - You are simply brilliant, dragon! - the fairy said, shaking out treacherous goosebumps, - but why is the fire so strong, but it doesn’t make me feel the least bit hot? “My magical liberator,” the Green Dragon, fluttering with tiny wings in the center of the fiery tornado, lightly puffed a multi-colored plasma flash from his nostrils, “when in the stalactite cave I breathed a magical flame at you, in the breath of fire an alchemical hardening of the body and wings occurred, now you can safely pass through the fire element. But, in my opinion, now is not the time to discuss idle issues." “Yes, dragon, no doubt,” Alizee instantly came to her senses, “quickly sit on my shoulder and we fly.” Just can’t see where to fly? “Fly up, inside the fire tornado that has already burned right through the ceiling,” shouted the Green Dragon, who had returned to his shoulder, “although, wait a second, I will still pacify the flame, since its power is incredibly destructive.” The dragon roared in his gut in an unfamiliar low, hoarse voice a spell known only to him in the ancient dragon language - obeying a very exotic-sounding excuse, the merciless flame at the same moment disappeared without a trace, and the unrelenting protective tornado again became purple. The fairy raised her eyes upward, spread her wings and, shining beautifully with a magical light, was about to fly away, when she suddenly heard a terrible noise coming from above, pressing on her ears and consciousness from thousands of membranous wings. This uncontrollable host of vampire bats, fanning out their claws like a fan, penetrated the upper throat of the tornado and, quickly descending against the rising air current, rushed into a hopelessly terrifying attack that would make even the most fearless heart tremble. But only not the brave heart, even though become quite small in size the Green Dragon, which silently took off towards the approaching deadly countless-darkness.

Спасибо тебе!!