I didn't know this about: I didn't know this about Haiti. It's always heartening to learn about stunning victories over oppression. It doesn't surprise me that America responded with such blatant greed and support for a soulless, inhuman system they ruthlessly clung to themselves. Thanks for sharing.
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not taking people's critical projections internally
... is an art that takes a while to develop
.. perhaps only self realized masters can do it
thanks for the comment aug 4th 2013: It has been a while since I looked at these - In war sides must be both to win - One of few great and rare observations. Intriguing? Like football teams and chess - offensive plays vs. defensive moves. Yeah, like that. Thanks. .
Lady A
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God answer your beautiful:
God answer your beautiful prayer.
"My thoughts are too loud." I once asked someone to stop reading my
mind and he replied... 'stop thinking so loud".
The Course In Miracles says 'the body need do nothing'. I found that
when I accepted that and truly relaxed, the energy began to come in
like, as my teacher says, dew into a coconut.
Imo you don't need to get out of your head.. just let peace flow into your
head and through your brain arteries.
Thank you. Turning starward,: Thank you. Turning starward, I am only a servant of the great Star---the bright one, the morning one---revealed in Revelation 22:16. I am most grateful that you sent me the link to this poem, and for the very kind mention within it.
I do not eagerate when I tell: I do not eagerate when I tell you, quite candidly, that this is one of the finest death poems I have ever read. To me, it is right up there with Wilde's Ballad Of Reading Gaol and Housman's "Oh Who Is That Young Sinner?" Although any death poem must, of definition, be morbid, you handle that aspect with skill and restraint; and the typography of the poem somehow, in my opinion, is a meaphor of the executed man's descent to the end of te rope. You should be very proud of the accomplishment in this poem.
I cannot imagine anyone being: I cannot imagine anyone being stupid enough---and I mean, STUPID ENOUGH---that they cannot experience a dog's soul through its unconditional love and forgiveness. In my lifetime, I have been blessed with the extremely empathetic love of two beautiful dogs---Monica, my cocker spaniel (1972-1986) and Zoey, our chihuahua (2010---). During my adolescence, Monica seemed to be unusually, even eerily, aware of my every mood, and often offered me comfort even before I realized a sadness. When, on September 9th, 1976, I was transported a county and a half a way to a dorm college where I would spend ten weeks of my first, freshman undergrad term, leaven her and my best friend from high school was the most gutwrenching experience I had ever had. Presently, Zoey has an uncanny awareness of when I am becoming ill, even before I lnow it. If she climbs into my lap, and makes extended eye contact with me---I mean it is her eyes staring without interruption into my eyes---I inevitably fall ill within 24 hours.
God doesn't make jiunk or mistakes; and the love, empathy, friendliness and loyalty of domesticated canines are part of one of God's most tremendous miracles of creation. As I drawn inevitably nearer my death, one of my comforts is that Monica is already in Heaven waiting for me; Zoey may be there too, before I get there, but ultimately I will be reunited with them in Christ's eternity.
Fabled: A poem that proves reincarnation to be true
As far as I am concerned enough to comment
This is like a sonnet of the wicked wilderness
Where the trickery trails of gaunt gallows grin
Slaves and prisoners are sent off in a whim