For One Perfect Moment, I Love Me
Volume 1
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One day at a time. There is no limits to when, why, how and where. My happy now, right to life is only through changing me. I am you see the biggest challenge.
By being at peace with me I am able to know, my plan for me. Nothing is by chance. Nothing is a probability. I am the love I give to me in every thought process of unique discovery. A pattern of energy, unfolding through cycles.
This allows me time to heal, and gather my strength to dream and dream. For never in humanity’s history pages have we ever read of such a time. When all of humanity has now reached a summit. A time of processing our vast potential. To understand the eye of I.
Never in our world evolution of time written, knew of, have I experienced so many seen and unseen angels. Working toward the one goal. Never in this period of getting back to the original dream of one’s heart of heart have we all worked so hard. Fought so hard. For the very thing that keeps me and I going. Peace, love and hope. As a collective and as a singular I. I am so proud to have messaged you this very book of heart. We’ll never be the same again. Know it, feel it, love it; everyday you live.
You are the greatest eyes of me, to have been scribed about. Don’t ever forget me and I, won’t you. Through the privacy of your own heart we are the greatest love stories, ever written. And known survivors to and of; in order to emancipate myself.
And finally to empower our, my intellect; back to the beginning of my true philosophical heritage. Through I of our heart,Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you. Michelle Rochow
For nature holds our dream moments for us
I love me
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My thoughts are my own reality. What have I created? Who am I? What am I in creation of? Ask a question. Turn to a page your answer is now before you.
About the Author
I always knew in my heart I was going to be an author, the writer of this book. I felt and knew in grade 5, when my teacher asked us to write about our dreams. I already knew what I wanted to be but could not fathom how.
This was my cue to begin. Little did anyone know, I’d been researching books of my very own since my tiny little hands could hold pencil to paper, a very hard thing to learn at the time.
Thanks, Mum! She set about giving us as many pens, coloring pencils, and paint. Actually, all the latest things a child could want to create—within reason, of course. Every Christmas, our little household became a creativity den. I really cannot identify our home being anything less than a magical world of writing, drawing, customizing, whatever our hearts desired.
My imagination for me was all I had growing up in the seventies. It was why I needed my dreams, learning to savor my ambitions just for me until I figured out the how, when, and why. I remember knowing it did not matter how long I took. I needed to know only one thing, one thing only. I could create whatever I wanted. Wow! I thought that in grade 5. This is seriously cool.
Things had not been seriously cool for so long. My imagination went into a manic sense of reality. Words I really should not have known or understood came tumbling out onto my exercise books. I started to write. Not only about me or this book, but about the people who had destinies that would be my signposts.
I remember thinking that Mum really does know what we needed. Although I know it was my grandmother too. I did feel slightly sorry for my teacher. She was in shock when I turned in a full twenty-page book of all my dreams—the people, places, personal things that were going to help me to write.
I do recall having used every color of the rainbow and photographic future memory too in my eyes to be more realistic. Her advice was, to this day, unbelievable: “Well, Michelle, if this is what your heart says for you to do, do it. Just don’t let anyone stop you.” Smiling up at her, I started writing yet another book.