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Somewhere I belongsomewhere I belong,
somewhere I feel strong,
somewhere, where interruptions are far, far away and never for too long,
somewhere I can call home,
somewhere I can be alone,
somewhere like our very own home.
Arrogance hurts others when taken too farTo me, something called Arrogance/ being self absorbed is only bad when it infests individuals to the extent that it effects/plays a big part on their attitude and causes the individuals to attack others verbally and/or physically sometimes without little to no remorse.
Dreams and Hope to me can beDreams can come true,
Hope (too much of it and/or false) is like a blade that cuts and hurts you
Abuse can only be handled for so longIt's wrong to always abuse and use the ones you love, I can see how a push can eventually come to a bloody big fat SHOVE.
Its okay to dislike thingsIts stupid how people go looking for something they absolutely dislike (things like different arts, sports, TV shows) simply to whinge, gossip and bitch about it after. for example If you don't like football, Simple! Don't watch it on DVD /look it up on the computer because your setting yourself up for disaster and a session of bitching, whining and abusing others because you couldn't be bothered keeping away from things you dislike in life!
Kate Middleton Duchess of Cambridge in LabourCatherine, Duchess of Cambridge is in Labour!!
I wish her and her family well
may you have a safe and quick labour ma'am
Hoping you have healthy baby boy or girl
Taking photos of oneselfViolence, bullying & abuse in the world and cyberspace is what should always be tackled and sorted out instead of having a go at people for taking photos and/or selfies of themselves because having a go at others you are just adding on to the fighting, picking, inflicting pain on and abuse towards others in this world and cyberspace. Simply taking a photo of oneself is not bullying and is much less harmful compared to the previous things I mentioned (Violence, Bullying, Abuse, inflicting pain on others)
helping othersIs ones ability to help others a gift, damaging or maybe a curse? well to me it can be all of them. To help a mother can be hard yet rewarding though to be abused especially with immense attitude by her teenage daughter for helping her mother clean the daughters dishes gathered out of her bedroom is indeed at times both damaging and a curse.
Inspired ProseWe all have things to say, most of us have something we really believe, or multiple things we could talk about for hours at a time; things that manifest themselves when you’re in the moment, when you’re not distracted with redundant information masquerading as truth and news. When you have a moment with yourself, and your life, and life as we know it is shifted into focus, put into perspective, you must realise how transient it all is. This increasingly dominant westernised way of thinking, and acting is not only promoting ignorance, and stupidity, but solidifying our stunted growth as humans and as our true selves –– whether that be a soul, a spirit or an energy.
To some this may be exhausting to think about, and to read about –– to me it’s exhausting to be surrounded by those that don’t think this on a regular basis, as they’ve already been poisoned by something; by the media, by experience, by the government, by societ
EncouragmentOur days are numbered, and ain't that true?
You look on the news and only see whats prophecized in the Book of Revelations, but what can you do?
It's important that we expose people to Christ and his miracles. No, we cannot always influence them to believe, but we can at least tell them about the man of peace.
As for those who do/ who are beginning to realize Christ, try not to look forward to the upcoming days, but to Christ coming back. No matter what trials society tries to give us, no matter the discrimination we will feel, just always take refuge in Christ.
No matter what happens, if you believe Christ with all your heart and you choose to live by his ways, you will have a place in his home.
Redemptive SufferingThe fear of suffering, pain, and death seem like unconquerable mysteries. My time here at CPE [clinical pastoral education] has helped me to understand, via experience, that they are not necessarily things that need to be conquered. No amount of faith excludes us from experience pain, loneliness, and death. Money, power, and other earthly things makes these three experiences even worse. With this in mind, I began to wonder if the words of Qoheleth were not as negative as they appear: “Vanity of vanities! All is vanity” (Ecc 1:2). Earthly things will pass which also means these things, both good and bad, will pass. Yet this does not ease the blow of the mystery of suffering and death. Even if they pass away they still remain with us our whole lives.
For me, this mystery is one that is only solved by the Cross. The cross is, for me, the foundation of my theology the ministry I do. The cross is the Incarnational moment where love and suffering meet. Love because
Lost in the Spiritual WorldMy Darkness:
I have been meditating since I was 12 years of age. It was not only to escape the world around me but it helped me a lot in doing so. A world full of bullying beings addicted to matter of all kind. At that time I lost sense nearly completely. I really was cut up from the world at my young age, seeking shelter in astral travel. Just to differentiate from them, not to put myself with them on one level, to detach myself from material the best I could. And I felt that I did not need it. There was no contact to other people and I neglected my body completely.
I came to know that it was a wrong way and I changed to another extreme that looked like helping others at any risk, running against walls, bashing my head, giving all but receiving mostly nothing, self-sacrifice as I was not able to help myself.
The last change took place in 1995 and I feel that this is now the right way for me.
During my astral experiences over three decades I have met a lot of entities out there, on the
Infinity Complex.Infinity Complex.
This is something that has been on my mind for a little bit. I would like to share this complex with everyone, and find out if anyone else has thought of this.
The infinity complex is just that. A complex cycle of infinity.
Let's say I am traveling space, and 'ascending'. I reach far into space and reach a sign. (Theoretically) The sign says "YOU SHALL NOT PASS". The complex begins.
Why is the sign there? Who made the sign? If not whom, what made the sign? What made what made the sign? Why can I not pass the sign? Is there something stopping me from passing the sign? If so, is this the end of the universe? Is this something beyond the sign? Why would it be there in the first place? Is there something it doesn't wish me or anything to see? What created what that made this barrier? Is there something beyond what created what? Why can I read the sign? Why is it in my language? Is it in different languages depending on the thing that perceives it? If so, why? If
THE PROMISED BAPTISM WITH HOLY GHOST"And when the day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all with one accord in one place. And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting. And there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance. And there were dwelling at Jerusalem Jews, devout men, out of every nation under heaven. Now when this was noised abroad, the multitude came together, and were confounded, because that every man heard them speak in his own language. And they were all amazed and marvelled, saying one to another, Behold, are not all these which speak Galilaeans? And how hear we every man in our own tongue, wherein we were born? Parthians, and Medes, and Elamites, and the dwellers in M
Don't Get Me WrongIn the old days the quickest fast track to fame and glory involved sleepless hours, relentless drawings, painting, and studies month after month, and years of work to create a single masterpiece that would insure them that their name would be carved on the marble pillars in the great hall of history's famed and legendary artists. However, (and not all that surprising) one would only need to create MLP Fan Art in order to cast such a great shadow over all other artists that came before them.
Deep downDeep down inside ourselves
we can find the infinities
of the universe revealing themselves
in the light of darkness.
in the ocean of the dark unknown
we can find the high sky of enlightenment...
28/07/2014 Dywiann Xyara
Australian Evolution Is An Arms RaceAustralian Evolution Is An Arms Race
Many people wonder why Australia is filled with so many deadly creatures. At first glance, it doesn’t make any sense to have so many deadly things packed into one country. However, it actually makes perfect sense. Australian animals have evolved to be the deadliest in the world because they haven’t had any other choice.
Take the humble koala. Once upon a time, the koala was probably a peace-loving beatnik of an animal. Yes, many, many years ago, it would have made a living wandering from tree to tree, eating eucalyptus leaves and minding its own business with a slightly dopey expression on its face.
Enter the echidna.
A little known fact about echidnas is that they are capable of shooting their spines. Moreover, these spines are actually more like harpoons in that they are attached to the echidna by a material not unlike extremely thick spider silk, allowing the echidna to fire its spines at other animals before reeling them in so
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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