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“You don't have to buck your way to your good, if you can't pray a door open, don't pry it open. What is right for you want to come to you. What is not right for you wants to flee from you. If you have to fight to get or keep something, it doesn't belong to you and you are better off without it. Something better belongs to you. Struggle to get, struggle to keep. Things belong to you not by your manipulation, but by right of your consciousness. Hold you consciousness at the highest elevation you can, and what is yours will know your face.”

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