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My Grandfather's Bright Golden Ring


brightgoldenring.jpg     My grandfather used to carry me when I was a kid, and in his tough and rough hands, there always stood, a bright golden ring. A peculiar man he has always been, the conservative type of man that you no longer see. He used to wake up, before the sun even did, and before anybody could yawn he was already gone. The mornings were a time of sanctity for him. He took his books for a date, alongside coffee and bread. His afternoons were a time to get things done, from drawing the most amazing blueprints, to tightening the nuts and bolts of his craftsmen work. The nights were a time for him to get rest, sitting on his sofa or on his bed, eating popcorn or M&M's, he saw every movie ever filmed, from spy stories to western tales. And in the days or at nights, on tragedies and good times, there always was, that bright golden ring. He has never been the type of affectionate guy, my mother says that it is because he was born on a different time. He has never been used to say the “three word phrase”, except to his wife. My grandmother, who rests in peace, was the most incredible gal. He misses her. It is pretty easy to notice that. I believe that maybe inside of him, he regrets some things he didn’t do when she was alive. But I remember some of the last hugs they gave each other, those type of hugs that you want to last forever, the type of hugs you wish that will never go away, the type of hugs my grandfather knows he should have given to her all his life. And in those goodbye hugs I saw him give, there always stood that bright golden ring. My grandfather used to carry me as a kid, and in his tough rough hands, there always stood his bright golden ring. Times have changed and so have I, and the roles we played have turned around. His hands aren’t rough or tough anymore, you can see in his palms that he has become old. I carry my grandfather when he’s feeling weak, and with my young and strong hands I take him where he needs, and if you look closely, on one of my finger you’ll see, that bright golden ring that my grandfather has passed on to me.

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*Always And Forever*

 

 September.13.1998

 Dedicated to Derrick Mann

 Trisha Barrek Hopkins

 

When you came into my life that day

I was curious to know

I had to leave but wanted to really stay

I wonder what God wanted to show

 

Maybe he wanted me to give love another try

Not to be afraid of a broken heart

Maybe this time will be a happy cry

Knowing nothing will tare me apart

 

To hold someone special again

To share the tears

Knowing I found a trusting friend

Behind leaving the fears

 

Hopeing we spend the future together

Whatever it may bring

Always promise our friendship is forever

If we fight lets not make it a big thing

And always protect eachother

And hopefully one day I'll wear your ring

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to a special man in my life that ive loved for a very long time.....Derrick Mann

Vibuthi Ring

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Miracles


Vibuthi Ring 

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HP's father, an employee of the FDA, had been a follower of Shirdi Sai Baba, (believed by Baba's followers to be a previous incarnation of Sathya Sai Baba) who came to him in a dream telling him to go to the ashram of Sathya Sai Baba.

His mother was a surgeon who asked Baba for liberation. After that she suffered intensely for 2 years, and then left her body. After her death, ashes poured from Swami’s pictures in her home. Her son HP,  had not abstained from meat and alcohol in the West, but vowed to accompany her ashes to the ashram and to abstain from flesh and alcohol on the journey. When he arrived at the ashram, Baba said to him that he was released from his vow and he could do what he liked in the village. Baba then told him how much change was in his pocket and materialized a 100 rupee note for him. He went into the village where he ordered chicken and had 9 drinks. Nevertheless he was mindful that he wanted to be back in time for Baba’s lecture. Because of the quantity he had imbibed, he had to make frequent trips to the men’s room. Baba saw him coming back after one of these trips and said to him “Would not one drink have been better than nine?” The Bhagavad Gita says ‘what good does repression accomplish?’ God
knows that nearly all of us have areas of resistance or outright rebellion and that only our hearts and not force will change us. HP has grown more spiritual every year. His detachment, humor, acute intelligence combine to make  a very powerful presence. He has been blessed to have had more contact with Baba than most other devotees.


Thousands have witnessed the vibuthi come out of many things including paper pictures in HP's family home.

HP became an environmental attorney in the Washington DC area. His silver ring has been producing vibuthi (grey ash materialized by Sai Baba which contains miracle healing power) for 38 or more years.

Originally the ash came right out of the ring. Now when he wants
vibuthi, he puts the ring in a glass of water and the powder materializes there.

His friend Linden asked him his first experience of Baba. When he was a baby, HP replied, Baba covered him with vibuthi.

 

-saiom shriver-
 

 

 

Footnote:

http://sathyasai.org

 

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Chinese Herbs Of Hu Yi Ping

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Miracles

Chinese Herbs Of Hu Yi Ping


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The Chinese herbs

of Hu Yi Ping

... with new

shakti they sing

within cells

new bells ring

as they

miraculous

healing

 bring


-saiom shriver-



 

Footnote:

Not far from Bethesda's NIH,  stained with

the blood of innocent animals, beholden to

internationa drug companies, fixed in lies

is a bright path of healing

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Other healing methods... ayurvedic medicine, acupuncture, Reiki, chelation,  juicing and vegan diet, yoga, conscious release of the past with forgiveness, feeling energy move in every point of the body, magnets, vitamin C intravenous drips etc.

 

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The X-Confidence

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2010-2012 Poems

People told me that you're finally out there, dating.
I smiled and said, "Yes I know, but you're still wearing our ring!"
See, they're always intrigued by our unconventional 'highs and lows'
But the 'why and the how' we ended like this, they'll never know.

Scars and wounds, I would proudly bear remembering
How I remain true to what was written in that ring.
The fears that I've conquered- for a moment with you.
Beyond words, you've seen what this happy heart can do.

So....people told me that you were out late and dating.
They were puzzled as I gave them my cheekiest grin,
Cause after all that you've said and done I've seen...
That you're still wearing our ring.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

-(c)jerlin 19Jan12
Epic moment for me. :)

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Loving life got boring

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Random Poems

i love my self cuz lovein life aint as fun -- i had enough so im sayin that im done -- but i'll marry her jus to get it over with -- & jus to say i had the the balls to hit da shit ; cuz we all kno life aint no pretty bitch -- so wen lifes takes a dump on me i smoke da green shit -- later on im sueing life -- cuz we both kno she aint worth da hyped -- sueing her for emotional distress -- cuz jus like every other girl i poped her cherry tree & left -- but i still wear her ring on my middle finger -- cuz every now & then i like to fuck with her -- aint ashamed to say i almost fell in love -- but wen it came close i washed her off like dat dove -- but i aint never fly away -- ur boy stay bacc to eat another day -- but dis time around i come bacc as prey -- to eat life up -- with some soda n sum lays -- cuz dat bitch is fucckn fat -- n no stress in mind -- i take life on da road -- life is my snack & i eat on da go

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