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Piggy, be brave to be honest with your own heart.

There is one word that the Picic understands more deeply than any zodiac sign; that is the truth, but the Picic truth is not just what it sees or words that sound good; if it is the truth of the soul so naked that almost no one dares to look straight, for it reveals both fear, love, guilt, hope and shadows that man is trying to hide.

ðŸ”Ŋ The beginning of awakening in the time of the transition of a world where light and shadow struggle silently, a group of souls are sent down to cleanse perverted truths, they are those who hold the power of the Picts. The Picts are not born for an easy life but to see what others dare not look at, stand in the darkness to find their own light, and once they understand the cycle of pain, they can become healers of others, but before they reach that point, the Picts must pass the most difficult test, being faithful to their own hearts.

ðŸ’Ĩ Honesty redeemed with wounds. A child under Scorpio lives like a normal person. Love is hurt. Try to do good as the world says, but deep down she knows that something is not real. The voice in her heart warns to be honest with your heart. Don't fool yourself even if that truth hurts anyone. She is afraid to lose her love, afraid to break expectations. Until the end, she must live in a life that seems to be complete, but the heart is empty. The day she dares to speak the truth that she no longer wants to be in a place to fool herself. Her world is broken, but what is broken is an illusion, not a life. That day she was reborn as a real Scorpio.

🌐 The power of truth is the purest power of the universe, but people are afraid of it because it shakes everything built on lies. Physik is often considered cruel for saying things that no one wants to hear. Indeed, he does not speak to hurt, but to awaken. When Physik tells the truth, he hands a mirror to see himself in a corner that avoids it for a long time. And despite the pain, it is not seeing that causes death slowly. Inside Physik is like a spiritual surgeon who allows blood to flow so that his heart can beat again.

🌍 stand by the soul, this world is the test field of the soul, full of deceit, fame, money, love or even goodness built on fear, those who are weak to these things will lose their identity, but those who are faithful to the heart, even at the expense of being accused or isolated, will truly stand because the power of truth will protect him.

ðŸ”Ŋ The warning of this age of the universe is an age of unmasking truth, anything built on deceit will begin to break, a loving relationship, a life that does not match or faith that precedes fear. Physik is the mirror of this age that reflects the truth, even if the viewer hates it. If you are Physik, your mission is not to deceive yourself. Every time you dare to be faithful to your heart, the universe will shake in a good way, and you will become the wave of truth that passes across dimensions.

ðŸ’Ĩ Truth and Fear of the Picts fear the most truth, knowing that as soon as they speak out, everything will never be the same, but when they choose truth over fear, their life force will return like lightning, dark night, because that is to restore power to the soul.

♏ïļ Every loss and transformation goes through at least one mental death. It may be the loss of a lover of the same life or the disintegration of the self. But he recovered from the ashes because death came to open the third eye to see what is beyond fear. The shadows are not evil, but the teacher understands that truth does not have to be beautiful, but it will set you free.

💞 The lesson of love of the Picic Picic does not love for fun when he loves his whole life and soul, but when he finds that the other person is dishonest, he will be hurt as dead alive, because for the Picic, betraying the truth is the most serious sin, but when learning will love without losing himself, love without control, without proof, he will understand, love supreme, love faithful to the hearts and souls of both sides, love unbound but liberating.

🌕 The conclusion of the Pictorial Power is not born to be loved by everyone, but to awaken the truth wherever he walks by. So if you feel that life is falling, fear not, that is not punishment, but liberation of the unreal, so that you return to the truth of your soul. Finally, only those who dare to be faithful to their own heart can truly stand in this dimensional world.

ðŸ”Ŋ Namo Mercy Mo Kindi Buddha Thumma Sang Rang Sangha Love Imprisoned Ahara Mettriyo Phuttho Mettang ðŸ”Ŋ 🙏🙏

# Spiritual # Cosmic rule # Illusion # Honesty # Life force chakra

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āļŠāļļāļ”āļ—āđ‰āļēāļĒāđāļĨāđ‰āļ§ āļžāļĨāļąāļ‡āļ—āļĩāđˆāđāļ—āđ‰āļˆāļĢāļīāļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļžāļīāļˆāļīāļāļ„āļ·āļ­āļāļēāļĢāļāļĨāđ‰āļēāļ—āļĩāđˆāļˆāļ°āļ‹āļ·āđˆāļ­āļŠāļąāļ•āļĒāđŒāļ•āđˆāļ­āļŦāļąāļ§āđƒāļˆ āđ„āļĄāđˆāļ§āđˆāļēāļˆāļ°āļ•āđ‰āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļœāļŠāļīāļāļāļąāļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļˆāđ‡āļšāļ›āļ§āļ”āļŦāļĢāļ·āļ­āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļāļĨāļąāļ§āđ€āļžāļĩāļĒāļ‡āđƒāļ” āđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āļ™āļąāđˆāļ™āļ„āļ·āļ­āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļ›āļīāļ”āļ›āļĢāļ°āļ•āļđāđ„āļ›āļŠāļđāđˆāļŠāļĩāļ§āļīāļ•āļ—āļĩāđˆāļĄāļĩāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļˆāļĢāļīāļ‡āđāļ—āđ‰ āļ•āļĢāļ°āļŦāļ™āļąāļāļĢāļđāđ‰ āđāļĨāļ°āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āđ€āļĒāļĩāļĒāļ§āļĒāļēāļ•āļ™āđ€āļ­āļ‡āđāļĨāļ°āļœāļđāđ‰āļ­āļ·āđˆāļ™āđ„āļ”āđ‰āļ­āļĒāđˆāļēāļ‡āļĨāļķāļāļ‹āļķāđ‰āļ‡.