Miracle of Love
The Miracle of Love is a new religious movement based in Denver, Colorado. Miracle of Love now goes by the name Center For the Golden One. Until 2010 it was headed by two leaders, Kalindi La Gourasana and The Lady, described by the organization as fully realized spiritual masters. The group's stated mission is to break people free from the cycle of birth and death and bring them home to God in this lifetime. The central guidance on how to do this derives from the teachings of Gourasana, a benevolent being.
History
The Miracle of Love was started in 1987 by David Swanson, his wife Carole Seidman (who took the name Kalindi) and The Lady, and several other persons. This is when the benevolent Being Gourasana is believed to have entered David Swanson's body as "an Incarnation of God manifesting on Earth". After David Swanson's death in 1995, Gourasana is said to have begun speaking through Kalindi. Kalindi died on April 18, 2010
A trademark request for "Gourasana Meditation Practice" was filed in 1996 by Church of Exodus in San Diego, California.
Miracle of Love (disambiguation)
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Love-drama
(Adlibs)
Verse 1:
You know my album got pushed back for months,
My royalties are still captured,
I got dissed on the Net—I guess now I'm a real rapper!
With my haphazard delivery, no hot beats to speak of,
I couldn't beat up the mic with a brick tucked in each
glove.
My AV-club recording was boring,
Snoring like sleeping pills,
And Grip swallowed six in the morning to delete my
skills,
My tired loops, and my four-track.
I'm like every wack rapper you ever heard of, but more
wack.
Don't buy it! My album, that is—you won't like it.
Every sample you'll recognize,
'Cuz the fans are all cool psychic record guys.
I mean, I am, too, man, I'd never lie.
My whole albums's a jack.
Impeach the President? Yo, how done is that?
Tribute to early rap? DIY ethic?
No, a piss-poor producer—take my name off the credits.
Shouldn't have let 'em put out my demo,
I should've said "Listen, don't.
My friends understand why it sucks, but the critics
won't!"
It isn't a cheap shot—my whole style is weak spots.
Infuriating, leave 'em steamin' like a teapot!
Gab Wiz, my high-pitched sidekick? He's bad biz.
"Alter-ego? Yo, that's him! He think he Madlib!"
I'm doin' it wrong, unless I'm tryin' to ruin the song—
If that's the case, then my career is really movin'
along.
I'm no Edan, MF Doom, Thirstin' Howl and shit,
Or all the other lo-fi rappers whose styles I bit.
I'm just Grip—thanks for noticing.
Thanks for your time.
We don't see eye-to-eye, but it ain't 'cuz you're
blind.
And, yo, thanks for the inspiration, if not the
dissent.
I guess it wasn't a total waste of the promo I sent.
I bet you probably could rock it better with your own
mic.
I know it sucks to get a free CD that you don't like.
I make the music for myself. I guess I should've kept
it that way,
And listened to my wack tape alone inside of my Bat-
cave.
You're so astute, bra. Every minute flaw, you heard it.
Can't wait to hear your album…
