tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57876509500775904822024-03-05T23:29:46.027-08:00Rea's crazy mindI paint my dreams with words! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-57198594210442529112014-11-26T00:31:00.000-08:002014-11-26T00:31:48.541-08:00Showcase my photos.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-61439155447628813932014-08-15T08:24:00.004-07:002014-08-15T08:24:46.141-07:00Who are we to judge?<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
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to that poor hobo lying there on the pavement? What went wrong in his life?
Maybe he was just like you and me with dreams in his heart and brilliant ideas
in his mind. Surely he also had wonderful flights of fancy about how he would
see himself one day. What happened to drive those dreams out of his heart and
mind? Or maybe it’s still there, and that is why he is lying there drugged or
drunk. Like an old torn up doll, discarded on the rubbish without even a second
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Consolas; font-size: 14pt;">Do you know that man with the red swollen eyes who is staring out in
front of him into nothingness? Lying there with his dirty stinking clothes in
the way of decent folks on their way to work or their fancy houses. Do you also
shudder when he reaches out his dirty broken hands to beg for money or
food? Do you think he doesn't see how much you despise him when you turn
away from him in disgust? Don’t you think he hurts when you kick his feet out
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Maybe he is too lazy to work, or he doesn't see any reason in living any more.
Could be he just struggles along every day until death comes to fetch him and
release him from this pain of being alive, because he doesn't have the guts to
kill himself? Or maybe that is what he is doing right now, drinking himself to
death slowly but surely. Dreaming in oblivion of all he had and lost or never
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Does he have a family somewhere worrying about him? Or is he all alone in this
world? Without anyone’s love in his life he’s slumping there on the dirty
sidewalk, alone and lost. He is suffocating the dreams in his heart with
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it must be that there is nobody to wake up for every day, nothing to make his
heart sing in happiness. Can you imagine the destitution in his lonely heart?</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Suicide Prevention Day. Can we ever prevent suicide? I really don't know.
Statistics prove that someone who attempts suicide repeatedly eventually
succeeds. Many who are serious about it don't give away any clues. I never realised
my son Emile was in a place where he was planning his own death. Only after I
lost him did I realise some of the things that pointed to it. At the time it
didn’t seem significant I just thought he was growing up and taking
responsibility for his life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Because I also believe we die on the
day that was destined for us I don't know how a day of awareness can stop that
from happening. I have worked hard over the years to spread awareness about it.
People are still dying by their own hand and the statistics doesn’t show how
many lives were saved because of creating awareness. In my opinion there should
be awareness for the survivors of suicide or any kind of death for that matter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In the event of losing a loved one
you will know the unbearable road of grief you are facing. Suicide is
particularly hard because you have all these questions you need answers to. As
a parent you feel responsible for the death of a child by this means. We all
feel we could have prevented it from happening. In retrospect there was nothing
we could have done to save them. When someone decides to die they are secretive
about it and you will only find evidence of their plans after they have gone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Ask any parent who lost a child and
most will tell you they had no idea this was going to happen. Even the ones
whose children suffered from depression of any kind will tell you they never
really believed their child would commit suicide. There can be many signs and
you can fear for the life of them but in the end we are helpless to protect
them against it. You also can't protect them from dying in a car accident, a
terminal disease or being murdered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We should create awareness of grief
in the event of loss by suicide. Parents, partners and children should know what they
will face if that unfortunate tragedy ever struck them. We should teach them
about the utter pain, desolation, agony and a feeling of madness that you live
every day for years to come. That deep void your loved one is going to leave in
your life. It doesn't seem possible that it will happen to you but it does. And
you are going to need all the support, love, strength and encouragement you can
find. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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support a friend or family member in the event of this happening. Don’t try to
advise them on how to grieve, just be there and listen and give lots of hugs
and love. Nothing in the world you can say will make it better for them. Just
knowing they have someone to depend on when things get too much to handle will
be help on its own. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-22072464875640308212014-06-05T07:57:00.002-07:002014-06-05T07:57:55.900-07:00Playgroup for Capuchin pet monkeys in South Africa.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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and well looked after is already a challenging task and finding one for your
Capuchin pet monkey is next to impossible. Poppie Botes, owner of the “Queen of
the Jungle” playgroup for monkeys is an animal lover in Johannesburg, South
Africa who realised the need for this when she acquired two Capuchin monkeys of
her own three years ago. At the time she owned a home industry shop and had to
take her two children, as she calls them, with her where they were kept in a
little cage. “Other people who also had monkeys for pets brought them to play
with my three year old Amy and Kerneels because they get very lonely and need
to be with their own kind,” she informed me. She then decided to start a
playgroup where people could bring their Capuchin monkeys to spend the day.
Poppie now has five monkeys that visit her playgroup every day of which the
youngest is Jesse at five months old. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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delightful little animals drop them off in the morning on their way to work and
pick them up again at night, just like working parents with toddlers would do.
She cares for these monkeys with patience and love as if they are little kids.
In the morning they are fed a bottle of milk formula as well as baby porridge
and for lunch they have cooked chicken, eggs, a sandwich and lots of raw fruit
and vegetables during the day. They also drink fruit juices and tea and once a
week are treated with sweets and cookies, not too much because they are prone
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toys where play and keep themselves busy all day long as well as a small pool
where they can cool off in summer. “My toddlers need lots of attention and
stimulation and I make sure they are entertained during the day,” she said. The
cages are cleaned every day and kept in immaculate condition, because when one
becomes sick, all of them do. They are treated for illnesses the same way as
humans because being a primate they are very similar to us. Like any other kids
they love toys and play for hours with stuffed toys and cars and every
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adapted baby cot that stands in her bedroom next to her bed. They play for a
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lots of attention love and patience and require hard work. They have to be fed
certain foods every day and be kept in a big cage to move around and play. However
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<span style="font-family: MV Boli; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">“His eyes were sunken like an old man’s eyes, a maggot crawled on
his bottom lip and a roaring insane scream escaped my lips. This zombie like
dead creature </span></span><span style="font-family: MV Boli;"><span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 19.97333335876465px;">wasn't</span></span><span style="font-family: MV Boli; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> my beautiful son, there had to be a mistake. This nightmare </span><span style="line-height: 19.260000228881836px;">wasn't</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"> going to end and I was slowly losing my mind because my son
could not have hanged himself in a weeping willow tree, I </span><span style="line-height: 19.260000228881836px;">couldn't</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"> bear the
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<span style="font-family: MV Boli; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">For years I tried to get that image out of my mind, nothing I did
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that meant my son Emile’s body </span></span><span style="font-family: MV Boli;"><span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 19.97333335876465px;">wasn't</span></span><span style="font-family: MV Boli; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> treated with dignity and respect and he
started decomposing by the time we had his service. No matter what that
inconsiderate action would do to me. I donated his organs and his eyes </span><span style="line-height: 19.260000228881836px;">weren't</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"> replaced with prosthesis leaving him looking like a monster. The horrifying and
mutilated person didn’t resemble my beautiful son. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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anymore and suicide feels like the only option left please think about what you
are going to do to the people who love you more than you can ever realise. They
are not going to be better off without you, in fact you are going to destroy
not only the ones you want to punish but the innocent ones as well. No problem
you are struggling with is worth taking your precious life over. You are so
much more than that. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: MV Boli; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">The moment you have taken that last fateful step of suicide, there
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done because death is permanent. A permanent solution to a temporary problem
that will leave destruction and agony in its wake for the ones who love you
more than you could ever imagine. Some problems only feels as if it will last
forever when in fact it is only a fleeting part of your life. When I saw my son
dead that morning I felt helpless because there was nothing I could do to save
him. Death is the most final thing that can’t be rectified or changed. It truly
is the end. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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and on a lovely summer morning in February of 2006 we were called to the park
where he hanged himself in a weeping willow tree the previous night. Not only
did he take his own life but a huge part of mine as well. The anguish and hell
I lived from then on almost destroyed me and for the longest time my sanity
were slipping and it hanged precariously over a gaping cliff. I hated and loved
him in equal measure and I struggled with a myriad of emotions all in one day.
The whole situation was incomprehensible to me, it </span></span><span style="font-family: MV Boli;"><span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 19.97333335876465px;">couldn't</span></span><span style="font-family: MV Boli; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> have happened, my
son </span><span style="line-height: 19.260000228881836px;">couldn't</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"> be dead. I soothed his pain while he was growing up, he was not
only my son but my best friend. I felt that I completely failed him and I </span><span style="line-height: 19.260000228881836px;">wasn't</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"> worthy to have been his mother.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I am not judging anyone for feeling desolate and contemplating
suicide because I have been there countless times without thinking about the
effect it will have on my family. Anything that happens in our lives never
lasts forever even unbearable pain and suffering come to an end. Right after
Emile took his own life he got a fantastic job offer but it was too late and he
was gone forever. Everything started happening the way he wanted it but he couldn’t
wait just a little longer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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state of existing for even my worst enemy. Families are torn apart because
everyone feels guilt and regret about their relationship with the person who
left in this way. Not only do they blame themselves but each other and most families
can’t survive it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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and if you can hold on for a while longer and brave the storms of your life,
you will be so happy you did. You are a warrior, a soldier and I implore you to
take up your sword and fight your demons. There is no struggle in life that you
can’t overcome because you mean the word to countless people. You are stronger
than you can imagine my beautiful friend. Every person, including you are
an important piece of the puzzle we call life. If you take your own life you
remove an intricate and vital part of the meaning of life. Please </span></span><span style="font-family: MV Boli;"><span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 19.97333335876465px;">don't</span></span><span style="font-family: MV Boli; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> give up
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thinking it is the best thing to do, suicide is a vicious liar and will steal
away your life with that last step into madness. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-74687185867685484742013-12-08T04:18:00.003-08:002013-12-08T04:18:55.645-08:00I want to see feelingly...<div align="left" class="MsoNormal">
<b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #0f243e; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif";"><i>In the documentary Earthlings Joaquin Phoenix narrated Shakespeare with these words: King Lear; “How do you see the world?” and Gloucester, who was blind answers: “I see it feelingly”. These words mean so much to me because if only we could see the world feelingly instead of from our own preconceived ideas. If we could feel with our hearts the pain others feel when we look at them, this planet would become the most compassionate and loving place in the Universe.<o:p></o:p></i></span></b><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-30998819176646116032013-12-05T12:43:00.002-08:002013-12-05T12:43:58.621-08:00I'll meet you in that field...<div align="center">
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Maiandra GD', sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">We should put our differences aside and look at the person behind all the facades. The one who hurts the way we all do, who laughs at the same irony of life and who loves with the same intensity. There are so many similarities between all of us that we should rather embrace that and love each other for it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Maiandra GD', sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Just be part of humanity and learn to feel compassion and love for all human beings. It can't be that difficult to accomplish. It doesn't matter who or what we are because we are born the same way and one day will die the same.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Maiandra GD', sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">When death calls for you then you won't mind who sits beside you and hold your hand. At that instant you will see only the human kindness of someone who cares. Let us not wait for that day before we put aside all these things but do it now and love your fellow human being the way it was destined at the time of our creation. Let us all meet in that field.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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reported where dolphins have protected human beings against shark attacks and
saved from certain drowning. Scientists even call them non-human persons
because of the compassion they display. People who suffer from post-traumatic
stress have been known to benefit from spending time with these loving mammals.
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forever. How many humans can say this? With the divorce rate so high in the world
we can learn the true meaning of the term till death do us part from our
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encountering a field fire they promptly stomp it out. These wonderful animals
are hunted and murdered for their horns that is grounded up and used to treat
erectile dysfunction. Men may as well chew on their own fingernails for the
help it will do. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-43311858783476363062013-11-15T00:52:00.000-08:002013-11-15T00:52:11.409-08:00If you are contemplating suicide please read this first...<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoNormalTable">
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are increasing and it makes me feel so heartbroken and helpless reading and
hearing about it. Before you take that last fateful and irrevocable step please
read this first. I lost my son to suicide a few years ago and it drowned me in
the most desolate depair. Many people
suffer from depression, or they are just hurting so bad because of things that
destroyed their lives, and never talk about it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was very quiet for the last month of his life but I never presumed there was
anything wrong with him. To see him lying dead under the tree was the biggest
shock of my life. It left me insane with pain for years afterwards. When
you consider suicide you don’t realise the destruction it is going to
leave behind and your loved ones who will have to try and pick up the broken
pieces that will never fit again. I am sure if he knew how his act was going to
break me he would never have done it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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people in your life who loves you and their lives are going to be destroyed beyond
repair if you take your own life. Don’t sit alone with your hurting heart and
dream about suicide. It is not the answer to your problems. Go and talk to
someone about your turmoil and suffering. There are organisations who are open
24 hours to be there for you and give you advice and help you through your
struggles. Please I implore you, don’t take that step that will plunge your
loved in utter despair. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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worry about what people may say if you are depressed, you are not insane it is
an illness, they don’t count when you are in need of serious help. Something
that looks like the end of the road for you today, will look like nothing at
all in a day or month’s time. If you feel suicide will be the only solution,
first talk to someone about it. Talk to your family or a therapist, pastor,
psychologist or other professional people who are equipped to handle this, but
please think carefully before you do something that can never be taken back or
repaired. I hope this will give you food for thought, your life is worth
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-21722476367155134612013-11-12T03:45:00.000-08:002013-11-12T03:45:03.028-08:00My love... Lost...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-6312329722777144122013-11-06T04:05:00.000-08:002013-11-06T04:05:06.605-08:00The Liebster Blog Award<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Liebster Blog Award is a way for bloggers to highlight
Blog's and Bloggers that have small followings but deserve acknowledgement for
their hard work, excellence and contribution to the world of Blogging. I was
honoured to be nominated by Francine Hirst and Sho Nique and others who I can’t
remember now. Please forgive me my mind isn't always present.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Here are the nomination rules:<o:p></o:p></div>
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1. List eleven random facts about yourself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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2. Nominate eleven bloggers for the Liebster Blog Award.<o:p></o:p></div>
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3. Notify the bloggers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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4. Ask eleven questions the bloggers must answer upon
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5. Answer the eleven questions you were asked when you were
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6. Link back to the person who nominated you.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My answers to the
questions Francine Hirst asked. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Do your family members read the stories and/or poems you
write?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>My son who died was
the only member of my family who read my stuff. He was my steadfast fan and I
am sure he still is. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Where would you like to holiday next?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Jamaica is foremost on
my list of must holiday. I want to visit Bob Marley’s grave and smoke a long
joint on his amazing life. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Who is your hero? (real or fictional)<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Without a doubt Kahlil
Gibran. He was a philosopher in the 1800’s and his work inspires me to live
every moment of my life with awe. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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What’s the first thing you do in the morning (besides
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<i>I drink a huge glass
of water. To be honest I am crazy about water and I eat ice all the time. Sometimes
I will have a cup of coffee but more than one makes me feel giddy</i>. <o:p></o:p></div>
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What is your nickname (if you have one)?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>My mom calls me
Rienkie when she feels loving towards me. Other than that everyone calls me by
my name. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Do you wash your own car?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Dear lord no!! If it
becomes too dirty and people start looking at me funny I take it to the carwash</i>.
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What was the last movie you watched that made you laugh till
you cried?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Up in Smoke with
Cheech and Chong</i>. <i>They are absolutely
hilarious.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Where do you get your inspiration from for writing?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Depression plays a
huge part in my inspiration. The struggle through it and the triumphant overcoming
of that deep darkness fills my mind with words that needs to be heard. This beautiful
gift of life is the most profound inspiration</i>. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Do you watch the Olympic Games?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>I enjoy watching
gymnastics and unusual dangerous sport. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Does the title of a story or poem come to you straight away?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Initial words that pop
in my head becomes a story on its own. Sleepless nights with words flying
around in the dark becomes a story or a poem. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Do you smile and/or say hi to strangers you pass on the
street?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>I can’t help myself
smiling at people and starting a conversation with anyone I encounter. I have
met the most amazing people on the street. Most humans need love and
understanding, no matter who they are or where they come from. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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11 facts about me you may not know.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->I am terrified of the dark. However, when I
worked as a studio photographer the complete darkness when printing colour
photos didn’t make me feel anxious.</div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]-->2<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->The sun, mints and pepper makes me sneeze
uncontrollably.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->My father was 21 years older than my mother.
They met when she was 14 and he was 36. Almost a kind of Lolita story. I always
loved telling people this to see their reaction of disbelief.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]-->4<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->I never had friends as a child and my mother
hired little girls to play with me because I worried her. They always ended up
going home and thankfully after a few tries she gave up. I preferred living in
my own dream world than the company of others. To a degree this is still true.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]-->5<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->I have precognitive dreams about things I have
no way of knowing. I dreamed about my death in a car accident, my son’s suicide
and my husband’s death. On several occasions I dreamed about situations in
friend’s lives that actually happened without my prior knowledge. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Speed is one of the things in life that makes me
absolutely wild. The faster and more dangerous the better. It gives me a
feeling of being completely alive. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]-->7<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->A crazy jealous boyfriend I had when I was 17
turned a day at the races into a riot when he beat up a guy who came on to me.
The whole thing became so insane that the police dumped teargas over the whole
area to disperse the crowd. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->I learned to drive when I was 12 years old because
my father believed we should all know our way around in a car on the small
farms. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]-->9<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->I was born with the umbilical cord wrapped twice
around my neck and the midwife had a struggle to get me to breathe. Made me
wonder if I was too scared to be born knowing everything that would happen to
me in life. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->I have to finish everything on my plate at the
same time. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]-->1<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->My son died by suicide and that changed the course
of my life path dramatically. It changed me from being a selfish person into
someone with deep compassion for humanity. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]-->66.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Have you ever wanted to be the opposite sex for
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<a href="http://dogbrindlebarks.blogspot.ca/">http://dogbrindlebarks.blogspot.ca/</a>
Michael Estey.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://ajwrites57.blogspot.com/">http://ajwrites57.blogspot.com/</a>
A Long.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://livingwithmydrugabusingteenager.blogspot.com/">http://livingwithmydrugabusingteenager.blogspot.com/</a> Susan Mansfield.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://squidmcfinnigan.blogspot.ie/">http://squidmcfinnigan.blogspot.ie/</a>
Squid Mc Finnigan.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://mabarrjournal.blogspot.com/">http://mabarrjournal.blogspot.com/</a>
M A Barr.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://shosstuff.blogspot.com/">http://shosstuff.blogspot.com/</a>
Sho Nique.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://www.katyamills.com/">http://www.katyamills.com/</a>
Katya Mills.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://lightsshineon.blogspot.com/">http://lightsshineon.blogspot.com/</a>
Dallas Adams.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://souljourneyz.blogspot.com/">http://souljourneyz.blogspot.com/</a> Blaringly Blunt.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://www.glendonperkins.com/">http://www.glendonperkins.com/</a>
Glendon Perkins.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://africolonialstories.wordpress.com/">http://africolonialstories.wordpress.com/</a>
Jo Robinson.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thank you Fran, this was fun and it took a million years to
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-75031557171017140242013-11-05T11:43:00.002-08:002013-11-05T11:44:17.437-08:00Astronauts' spiritual accounts...<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Lucida Sans","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">I think to travel in outer space and the earth looks like a little
thumbprint you can't help but be in awe of our creation. I did a little digging
on the internet to find out what astronauts think of God and life now that they
had this opportunity to experience the vastness of the universe and what an
impact it made on them. To be an astronaut you have to study science and most
of us know scientist don't readily believe in God. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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word he used to describe the emotions I think is just so apt. “F</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Lucida Sans","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">rom where you see it, the thing is a whole, the
earth is a whole, and it's so beautiful. You wish you could take a person in
each hand, one from each side in the various conflicts, and say, "Look.
Look at it from this perspective. Look at that. What's important?" If you
have seen the magnitude of creation you can’t help but feel different about it.
And you realize that on that small spot, that little blue and white thing, is
everything that means anything to you - all love, tears, joy, games, all of it
on that little spot out there that you can cover with your thumb. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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realize from that perspective that you've changed, that there's something new
there, that the relationship is no longer what it was. That's something new.
And when you come back there's a difference in that world now. There's a
difference in that relationship between you and that planet, and you and all
those other forms of life on that planet, because you've had that kind of
experience. It's a difference and it's so precious.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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suddenly have changed, and we no longer see ourselves in the same way that we
saw ourselves before. We see "the Earth now as it truly is, bright and
blue and beautiful in that eternal silence where it floats," and "men
and women as riders on the Earth together, on that bright loveliness in the
eternal cold, brothers and sisters who know now that they are truly brothers
and sisters."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Frank Borman was commander of the first
space crew to travel beyond the Earth's orbit. Looking down on the earth from
250,000 miles away, Borman radioed back a message, quoting Genesis 1: "In
the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth." As he later
explained, "I had an enormous feeling that there had to be a power greater
than any of us—that there was a God, that there was indeed a beginning."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> James Irwin, who walked on the moon in 1971,
later became an evangelical minister. He often described the lunar mission as a
revelation. In his words, "I felt the power of God as I'd never felt it
before." </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Lucida Sans","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">"The Earth reminded us of a Christmas tree
ornament hanging in the blackness of space. As we got farther and farther away,
it diminished in size. Finally, it shrank to the size of a marble, the most
beautiful you can imagine, that beautiful, warm, living object looked so
fragile, so delicate, that if you touched it with a finger it would crumble and
fall apart … seeing this has to change a man." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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landing in 1972, said he became a believer in the idea of a greater power after
travelling to outer space. </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Lucida Sans","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">"I felt that the
world was just too beautiful to have happened by accident. There has to be
something bigger than you and bigger than me. "And I mean this in a
spiritual sense, not a religious sense. There has to be a creator of the
universe who stands above the religions that we ourselves create to govern our
lives." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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became a full-time painter, said the moon missions gave the astronauts the
courage to live their lives the way they'd always wanted to live them. "I
remember thinking in lunar orbit, that if I got back from this, I was going to
live my life differently, in that I was going to try to live it like I want to
live it, mostly it made me have a lot of courage to do what I wanted to do and
be happy about it. That’s one thing that really allowed me to be an artist. I
probably wouldn't have had the courage to be an artist. It doesn't change you,
it reveals who you are," he said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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something was different. That my life had gotten very disturbing, very
distressing at a subconscious level. What I do remember is the awesome
experience [on the trip back from the moon] of recognizing the universe was not
simply random happenstance. That there was something more operating than just
chance and in 1974 he said that he has assiduously spent the last fifteen years
figuring out what was true."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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this human experience and should make the absolute best of it!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-79918618903066287712013-11-04T10:23:00.000-08:002013-11-04T10:23:12.612-08:00Children's rights!<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 14.2pt; text-align: center;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Mongolian Baiti"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">There is always a lot of talk
about children’s rights all over the world but does everyone really know the
rights children have? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Mongolian Baiti"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Every child has the right to a name
and a nationality from birth. They also
have the right to family or parental care, or to appropriate alternative care
when removed from the family environment. How many children are not in unhealthy
environments worse than their family home? Like foster homes where they only
take the kids for an extra income. Or in places of safety that is not safe at
all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Mongolian Baiti"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">In the case of divorce children
has the right to decide in whose care they want to be placed. They can't be
forced to live with any parent if they don’t wish. They are also entitled to
basic nutrition, shelter, health care services and social services. Be
protected from maltreatment, neglect, abuse or degradation. We read every day
about this kind of abuse against children and not many know they have rights
that protect them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Mongolian Baiti"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">They have freedom of speech, thought and choice to
make their own decisions. This means the right to be given the opportunity to
say what they feel and think. How many parents don’t allow children to speak
their mind and force them to just accept anything that is said to them? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Mongolian Baiti"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Children have the right to privacy, and not have
that privacy impinged on by the whim of the parents or other adults. They can
decide what religion or not they want to practise. We have no right to force
our beliefs on them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Mongolian Baiti"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">They cannot be used in armed conflict or any other
situation where their lives are placed in danger. How many African countries
don't use innocent children in wars?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Mongolian Baiti"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Corporal punishment is against the law and neither
parents nor educators have the right to discipline them in this way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Mongolian Baiti"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">In all these cases the child has
the right to have a legal practitioner assigned to the child by the state, and
at state expense, in civil proceedings affecting the child, if substantial
injustice would otherwise result; and not be used directly in armed conflict,
and to be protected in times of armed conflict.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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children have, there are loads of other rights that I didn't write about here.
It will take more than just one post to discuss more of it. These are just the
basic rights of children and many people don't even know this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-29256724841684716112013-11-03T03:30:00.003-08:002013-11-03T03:33:06.308-08:00The road to healing during grief. <div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;">Mourning the loss of a loved one is an intense and
long process. Most people experience such intense emotional pain that they are
convinced they will never heal. The length of grief and the intensity depend
most on the kind of relationship you had with that person. Parents feel
helpless and confused when a child dies and because of this disruption of the
natural order of things, such as the child burying the parent, their lives feel
as if it came to an abrupt end. If the loved one was living far and the relationship
not very close the period of mourning will naturally be shorter and less
painful. When the person died by suicide, murder or an accident instead of a
prolonged illness, unresolved issues may cause deep disturbances. A feeling of
things left unsaid and questions may arise to make the loss more difficult to
work through. Many people feel cheated out of having the chance to say goodbye
and it plays a big role in the length of mourning. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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appear to experience while grieving. First there is denial when the shock is
too much for the brain to accept. In this stage people may experience a sense
of unreality and that the loved one will come home shortly. They may even wait
by the phone or cancel engagements to be home for the return of their loved
one. The second stage is anger at the situation and sometimes the deceased for
leaving them all alone. Some people may be angry at God for allowing this
senseless thing to happen to them. Bargaining is the next step in grief. The
bereaved feel they can bargain with God or the loved one to return. A deep
depression almost always follows and when it is very severe the person must
seek professional help. The last stage is acceptance that the loss occurred and
there is nothing to be done about it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;">Grief is a long process and can’t be rushed and there
is no timeline to it. There are things you can do to make it easier on yourself
and those around you. One of the main things is not to suppress the pain and
let your emotions out in the air. Tears cleanse the soul and it relieves some
of the pain. There are people who can’t show emotion and needs a different
outlet than crying and seeking help. Meditation is one of the most effective
ways of coping with the pain as well as praying, walking, writing, exercise or
drawing. Some people keep a journal of their journey and see how they progress
through every stage. If you are not one to talk openly about your suffering a
journal can be very helpful in getting your thoughts on your grief out and help
towards healing. Letters to the deceased loved one can be of tremendous help as
well. Many people have unsolved problems and things they would have liked to
say to their loved one before the loss occurred. Try to talk about your grief
as much as you can with a friend or someone you trust. Joining a support group
or going for grief counselling is another great method to assist the bereaved.
There are a lot of literature to inform people about grief and what to expect
on your journey. Books about the afterlife may ease your mind if you have
doubts or fears about where the person went to. There are many books available
to educate you about suicide and what the state of mind of your loved one was
in. Literature on Near Death Experiences will ease your mind greatly, because
death isn’t an abomination, it is a natural part of life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style, serif; font-size: small;">Keep in mind that the pain can become so unbearable
that thoughts of insanity may enter your mind. Grief is the most agonising
emotion for most people and you can feel that you are losing your mind when you
experience depression and feelings of anxiety. All of these feelings are normal
when grieving in an intense way. The different stages can cycle so rapidly that
it feels like you are on an emotional rollercoaster ride. When you reach the
stage that you </span><span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style, serif;">can't</span><span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style, serif; font-size: small;"> handle it on your own it is best to see a psychologist or
other medical professional to help you handle your emotions. To admit it is
getting the better of you is not a sign of weakness. Remember that you must
take care of yourself first and foremost. Try to take one day at a time or even
just one moment at a time and not rush your healing, it must follow its natural
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massages, soft music, loving thoughts of the person you lost, rest and love. Try
to remember the good things about your loved one and times spend together and
not dwell on the way he or she died. In the midst of this despair you can’t see
it now but the way you lost your loved one is of no consequence to you or what
you did or didn’t do. Guilt can mar beautiful memories and make the grief
journey more intense than it has to be. Nothing you could have done would have
changed the outcome and if you can accept that you are on the road to recovery.
We are not supernatural beings and we can’t stop someone from dying. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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jobs or financial investments must be made for the time being. When in deep
mourning your mind </span><span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style, serif;">doesn't</span><span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style, serif; font-size: small;"> see things in reality and decisions like this can
cause problems and regrets later that could have been avoided. You are not
thinking rational and you may make mistakes that can't be reversed at a later
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healing are to remember your loved one in special ways. At birthdays or other
significant dates you can light a candle or release helium balloons or have a
ritual or ceremony for the departed. When you </span><span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style, serif;">don't</span><span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style, serif; font-size: small;"> have a grave to visit
create a special place in your garden with plants, ornaments that they liked
and other memorabilia and flowers. If you don't have access to a garden you can
always have a corner in the house with photos and pieces of clothing and
candles to make it special in remembrance. Some people scatter the ashes of
their loved one in places that had a special meaning for them, but if you can't part with the ashes it is perfectly acceptable. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style, serif; font-size: small;">As time moves on we start experience days without any
pain and tears and with that guilt returns. We may feel we are betraying our
loved one if we feel times of happiness or the first laughter. This </span><span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style, serif;">doesn't</span><span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style, serif; font-size: small;"> mean you are forgetting them, it only means you are coming to terms with your
loss. You are not disloyal or giving up on them, you are merely getting healed.
We will never forget the ones we have lost, we just start to live the new life
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-65409771129040234572013-10-27T03:13:00.003-07:002013-10-27T03:13:43.094-07:00Writer's Challenge post<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;">The pain surprised her, she had thought it would hurt less this time. Looking down, a tear fell from her cheek and disappeared into the pool of warm blood. She knew she would have to find somewhere to wash.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;">He used more force this time and the wound is bleeding bright red, flowing down her knees. How was she going to explain this one to her husband? The previous time she used the big root from the old sycamore tree as her excuse, tripping and falling and gashing her skin on the spade he left lying around. She still shudder to think how mortified he was, begging her forgiveness.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;">Oh god this can't go on, but she is addicted to him, drawn in by his insatiable hunger for meting out pain. Only she can fill his need and she gives it willingly, searing the tenderness of her soul to blackness. The darkness of his wishes make her catch her breath every time, her pulse quickening and her resolve fading away. She would do absolutely anything for him, her soul she has offered a long time ago.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;"> </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;">She quickly dragged her pants back on and wiped the tears from her face swallowing a sob. There is no time to think about it now, she has to pick up the baby from her neighbour and finish her daily tasks. Later tonight she can lie on the old sofa on the patio and remember each touch and conjure up the euphoria of his hands all over her body. Relive the sharp blade slicing into her thigh, bringing her to climax as he held her close to him. Hot breath and sweat mingling with the animal lust so intensely stark. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;">The car’s engine turns but it doesn't ignite. Over and over she turns the key and nothing happens! Oh god she can’t be stuck here in the middle of nowhere. What is she going to say she was doing there? Frantically she looks around her, there are no houses this far out of town. That is exactly why they chose this spot, she screamed every time they met. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;">An old truck suddenly appears and stops behind her as she turns to look. A man gets out and comes towards her. Thank god someone is going to help her and nobody will be the wiser. “Engine trouble,” he smirks. There is a look in his eyes that makes her hair stand on end. She turns to run away but he grabs her by the hair and drags her down to the ground. “I have watched the two of you for quite some time and today is my turn with you,” he snarls. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;">While she stares into the blue sky with resignation she knows today was the last day with her lover and this was not only the end of her love affair but the end of her life too. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; line-height: 16.363636016845703px;"> </span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-33987700116680469632013-10-09T02:22:00.000-07:002013-10-09T02:22:33.682-07:00Death is nothing to fear... <div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Most of my life I was absolutely terrified of death. The
mere thought of it would send me into an intense anxiety attack. I grew up as a
Christian and all I knew was that if I kept on sinning I would go to hell. Churches
and priests drum that idea into your head from an early age. It became a
constant struggle to me, to live a life without sin. Whoever in this world can
attain that is beyond me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I gave up trying to be a perfect human being and thus the
fear of death ensued in full force. Because of this kind of thinking I would
have nightmares of the devil coming to collect me. I had dreams of Jesus’
second coming and me having to stay behind to live for all eternity in hell on
earth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Gisha, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">My first close encounter with death came when my father
died and because he was an atheist I was horrified by the idea that he would be
in purgatory and I would never see him again. I almost went completely insane
and because of </span></span><span style="font-family: Gisha, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">anti psychotic</span></span><span style="font-family: Gisha, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> drugs I was prescribed instead of addressing the
real issue it almost destroyed my life.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Gisha, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">When my son died by suicide I completely lost control. </span><span style="line-height: 17px;">His</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"> soul was never going to rest and he would be cast in darkness for eternity. That
was the kind of thing people told me and it drove me absolutely insane. My
beautiful son </span></span><span style="font-family: Gisha, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">couldn't</span></span><span style="font-family: Gisha, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> handle the pressure of life and became involved with
drugs that I believe ultimately led to his death. Because I </span><span style="line-height: 17px;">wasn't a</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"> good
mother to him he took his own life and it was up to me to save his soul. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Gisha, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">For months on end I </span><span style="line-height: 17px;">didn't</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"> sleep but searched the
internet frantically for anything that could help me with this. I became a crazed skeleton, not eating just
trying to fight for my son’s soul. The thought of talking to anyone about this </span><span style="line-height: 17px;">didn't</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"> even enter my mind. I </span></span><span style="font-family: Gisha, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">wasn't</span></span><span style="font-family: Gisha, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> going to end up in a mental asylum again. Thoughts
of suicide ruled my life and I tried to join my son countless times. There were
no rational thoughts in my mind, I had to die in order to help him or just make
sure he </span><span style="line-height: 17px;">wasn't</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"> going to be all alone in darkness. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I read extensively about near death experiences and finally
found a website all about Buddhism. That saved my life and brought me back to my
senses. I started meditating and realised that we are part of god and we all
become one with our creator after death. There is no hell or purgatory and
everything that happens to us in this life are lessons we need to learn to
deepen our spirit. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Death is nothing to fear, all that happens is we go back
to our soul’s origin and we are reunited with everyone who preceded us. I have
no fear of death any longer and I don’t actively seek it either. When it is my
time I will return to the All that is in All, our Creator, the Divine Force that
is everything. I have absolute faith in my destiny. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-27219015945587183502013-10-08T10:52:00.003-07:002013-10-08T10:53:21.490-07:00Damaged people are dangerous...<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">This touches me deeply because I know that when you feel you have
lost everything of value to you then nothing scares you anymore. There is
nothing that can hurt you when the worst has happened to you already. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">There is no tragedy that terrifies you because your heart has been
broken into a thousand little pieces before and you have survived that. When
you have treaded that fine line between life and death it holds no fear. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">There is not one thing in life that worries you because you have
been to hell and back and lived to tell the tale. Whatever happens to you now
can’t be as despairing as the agony you have lived. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Feeling this way is dangerous because I fear absolutely nothing. A
few months ago I was caught in a robbery in a mall. The robbers and security
guards were shooting at each other a mere 20 feet away from me. The sound of
the shots being fired gave me a fright but I didn’t feel scared at all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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reunited with my son. My heart was racing in excitement and I felt so alive.
People were crying around me and I didn’t understand why. I was completely calm
and I realized then that no tragedy in this life will ever touch me again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-13177434647572668452013-10-04T06:13:00.000-07:002013-10-04T06:13:13.109-07:00Is this my life?<div class="MsoNormal">
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where to start. My life reads like a fictional thriller - I mean, if I had to
read my story, I wouldn't believe so many things could happen to one person.
These past two years have been the straw that broke the camel’s back and I have
been so deep in the dark pit of despair that it became almost home to me. </span><span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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old, I remember crying at my uncle’s wedding because I had thought he belonged
to me - loved only me. Oh, yes, he sexually abused me. It only stopped when my
mother caught him when I was ten years old.</span><span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">My mom didn't help
me, but instead made me feel guilty for the abuse. I grew up thinking I was a
dirty little girl. My mom warned me that my dad would kill me if he found out,
so I never told him. I loved my dad so much that I didn't want him to know my
dirty secret. This brings back so many emotions that I wonder if I'm doing the
right thing by telling the world about me. (I have forgiven my mother because
we do things we think is the best in the situation.)</span><span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Like so many victims
of child abuse, I fell in love with a man who beat me up, drank like a fish,
and cheated on me at every opportunity he got. At the age of twenty-one, I
left him while six months pregnant with my son. It broke my heart later when I
lay in that hospital bed among the families and smiling fathers. That
afternoon, a school bus drove into a lake and 42 children were killed. Was that
tragedy a warning of the life my son would lead? I have no idea, but it is
burned into my memory. I knew my son Emile would grow up without a father to
guide and love him.</span><span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">My father was my
idol. I always hoped I would marry someone like him. When he died at the age of
77, I thought I was going to die of heartbreak. Our family doctor referred me
to a psychiatrist when he couldn't help me through the grief I was immediately put
on anti-psychotic drugs and lost four months of my life as I can’t remember a
thing that happened to me. Maybe that's a good thing, though. In that time, I
cut my wrists to the bone and almost bled to death. Also while floating around
like a zombie under the influence of the drugs, I decided I didn't want my
husband and told him to get himself a girlfriend. I then drove off an
embankment with my car and almost died. Paramedics in an ambulance were on
their way back to the hospital when the man who saw the accident happen flagged
them down. Without him, nobody would have found me as you couldn't see the car
from the road.</span><span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">When they reached me,
I didn't have a heartbeat and wasn't breathing, so they resuscitated me.
Because I wasn't wearing a seat belt, I'd flown through the front window of the
car and cut my face to ribbons, broke my arm, and a broke few of my ribs. The
psychiatrist decided I wasn't responding to the medication and had me admitted
to a mental asylum.</span><span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">While I was there,
they stopped the medication and I returned to my senses. I thought I'd been
thrown in the pit of hell. It took four days to prove that I was sane before
they would release me. I found out my husband had taken my advice and started
an affair and that broke me even further.</span><span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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fighting, my husband eventually ended the affair and we tried having a normal
family again. Not that it was very <i>normal</i>; in fact, it was very
dysfunctional. I married him when my eldest son was two years old, and when our
second son was born, he stopped being a father to my first son. <i>That</i> is
where the trouble started for Emile. He felt rejected and began acting out by
stealing things to make himself feel better.</span><span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The <i>what ifs</i> and <i>should
haves</i> have driven me insane for years. After building a petrol (gas)
bomb with a friend and throwing it in a field, he was arrested and put into a
juvenile facility. Everything went downhill from there. He started using drugs
and got caught up with drug dealers. He was working, but retrenched in December
2005 and moved back in with us in January 2006.</span><span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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2006, my life was shattered when my son was found hanging in a weeping willow
tree in a park near our home.</span><span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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begin to describe what his suicide did to me. I struggled with self-hatred,
guilt, regret, blame, intense unbearable pain and insanity for almost five
years. I <i>still</i> can’t believe he took his own life and without
a note explaining why. In my heart, I know he never felt accepted and loved and
I feel so much guilt for not helping him, for not making his life a better one.
It will haunt me forever.</span><span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">On May 15 2011 my
husband died of a massive heart attack in front of me before I could get him to
the hospital. It sounds completely insane, but when I saw he was dead, I
immediately thought, "I could have my son back."</span><span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3du7GqGyv8A/Uk6-BfrCvgI/AAAAAAAABJo/5eF6ycVzsbA/s1600/door.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3du7GqGyv8A/Uk6-BfrCvgI/AAAAAAAABJo/5eF6ycVzsbA/s400/door.jpg" width="311" /></a><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">My youngest son Marco
and I haven't had a good relationship, but in the past two years since his
father died that has changed for the better. His father spoiled him rotten -
let him do and say all he wanted. Their relationship went down the drain when
Marco grew up - they fought almost every day for two years. My husband once
told me that he didn't like boys, which was why he couldn't have a good
relationship with them. I regret ruining my children’s lives by staying with
him.</span><span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Our marriage had been
a sham for years - my love for him died ages ago. He was jealous, demanding,
controlling and unfaithful. Now that he's dead, I feel free. I know I should
have left him years ago, but life was too comfortable. Still, I hate him for
dying on me, leaving me here all alone to sort out my life after the damage
he's done to both my sons. It's an irrational emotion, I know, but I can’t seem
to help myself.</span><span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I feel like my life
has made me insane. I don’t know if I will ever be a normal woman again. I try
very hard to believe that things happen for a reason and look at the positive
side of all of this, but the Lord knows I don’t know if life will <i>ever</i> be
something to treasure. </span><span style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Since then my life
has changed and I feel that a new door has opened in my life that can only lead
to exciting and wonderful things. If I can survive all of this then you can
too...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Gisha","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Namaste my fellow travellers!
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-65233201357484918482013-09-25T04:23:00.001-07:002013-09-25T04:23:10.684-07:00You are not doing anyone a favour by spoiling them...<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;">You are not doing anyone a
favour by spoiling them, I have first-hand experience. My mother spoiled and
pampered me all through my childhood, so much so that I didn’t even know how to
bake an egg when I got married. Where my mother left off my husband carried on.
All my life I had people doing things for me, from making my bed, paying
accounts to fixing anything that broke down. I never had to think about
anything as trivial as that and now it has become a fight for survival. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;">After my husband died my
youngest son and I were completely lost. We were like two teenagers being left
all alone to run a house. We have no idea what we are doing but we are
learning. We never had financial worries and there was always enough of
everything. Now we have to work out a budget and try to fix things like the
pool’s solar heating panels by ourselves where before we had him do everything
for us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;">My husband left a small
life insurance policy and I bought an apartment to ensure some kind of monthly
income. There was an amount of money left of that and in our ignorance we never
thought it would run out. Imagine our surprise when all of a sudden all we had
to survive on from month to month was my son’s income and the rent of the
apartment. We were absolutely clueless how difficult life is without him to
provide all our needs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;">We are making numerous mistakes
every day but we are having fun as well. One day we were sitting for more than
an hour trying to fix something and not long after that we realized we could
replace it for cheaper than the glue cost us. We are on a road of discovery and
even though at times I feel like giving up we make it work somehow. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;">This is why I say you are
not doing anyone a favour by spoiling them and doing everything without giving
them a chance to learn and be independent. It’s the same as throwing them into
the middle of the ocean and expect them to swim if they have never even been
near water. I have cried many tears and threw many anger tantrums trying to
live as an adult and be responsible. Hopefully it will all work out in the end.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-89052413907489314532013-09-22T02:43:00.002-07:002013-09-22T02:43:54.846-07:00The strange place of precognitive dreams...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I’ve had strange precognitive dreams for many years but two
of them made a very big impression on me because it warned me of imminent
tragedy. Even though I knew it was going to happen it was still a shock to me
every time it proved to be right. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“Before the big white light took me I knew everything”, A
text message a received in a dream from my son Emile a few months before he
died by suicide. This was so upsetting to me because I knew something was going
to happen to him and I cautioned him to get his life in order. At the same time
as warning me it also answered questions I had after his death. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Death by suicide is seen as self-murder and a few people had
to point out that my son’s soul was never going to rest. The idea that my
precious son would be lost in darkness all alone almost drove me insane. However,
I recalled the words “the big white light” in his message and that set my mind
at ease. It also informed me that we have knowledge after death, about
everything we don’t understand in our earthly bodies. That was very comforting
to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A few months before my husband died Emile visited me in a
dream and held me tight telling me he loved me. He then looked at me and said “You
can do this thing”. I knew for certain another tragedy was going to strike and
when my husband passed away from a massive heart attack I recalled the dream
immediately.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The months that followed was very challenging and each time
I felt like giving up I would recall Emile’s words. I can do this thing and I
did, even if the journey seemed insurmountable at times. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A month ago I had another two dreams about Emile that is
still puzzling me and I don’t know what to make of it. I asked a faceless
presence if I could call Emile because I miss him so terribly. The presence
asked me how long our previous call lasted and I answered 49 minutes. When I tried
calling him I couldn’t recall his number and I cried myself awake. I have
searched for the meaning of the number 49 and this is what I found. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“The goal of life is to attain omnipotence and omniscience
on the highest cosmic plane (49), and the meaning of life is actively working
towards that goal.” <a href="http://www.esotericscience.org/article16b.htm">http://www.esotericscience.org/article16b.htm</a>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I Ching Hexagram: 49<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I have absolutely no idea at this stage what my dream meant.
For a few nights after this I traveled with Emile in dreams to wonderful
places where I have never been, met interesting people and ate strange things. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">This is the reason I believe that spirits from the other
side visit us in our dreams, which nobody else can ever enter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-84461329306685571832013-09-18T01:54:00.000-07:002013-09-18T01:54:23.822-07:00Be very careful of psychiatric drugs.<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif;">Be very careful of psychiatrists and the drugs they
love to dish out at every opportunity. I think most of them are on power trips
acting like God with people’s lives. A few years ago when my father died I was
inconsolable and my doctor decided it would be a great idea to refer me to a
psychiatrist (as if you are insane when grieving). After a short consultation the idiot decided I
need to be in hospital for sleep therapy and promptly gave me some drugs to get
me in the mood. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB, sans-serif;">I don’t remember much about that time, apart from a
guy walking around in his theater gown with blood running out of his ears and
nose after Electro Convulsive Shock treatment. The psychiatrist was thinking
about giving me that treatment as well, but thankfully he didn't or dear knows
what I would have looked like now. Obviously the sleep therapy didn't work, I
lost my father and my heart was broken. What makes doctors think that drugs can
heal a broken heart is beyond me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB, sans-serif;">He then decided I needed some anti-psychotic drugs to
take the pain away. This took me on a roller coaster ride that nearly destroyed
my life. I don’t remember 4 months of my life and I am glad to be alive and
writing about it at all. I drove around aimlessly like a person obsessed
visiting people and aggravating the hell out of them with my erratic behavior
This I was told after I came out of my drug stupor. Most of the time I didn't even know I was driving anywhere, I only remember moments during this
horrendous period of my life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB, sans-serif;">During this time I decided death was the answer and I
cut my wrists to the bone, you could actually see the bone and tendons in my
wrists, I do remember this part of it. My friend told me I fought like a demon
when my husband and she took me to the emergency room for stitches. I heard afterwards
that you can’t bleed to death cutting your wrists horizontally. During one of
my insane joyrides I drove off an embankment and wrote my car off. The car couldn't be seen from the road and as luck would have it the guy who witnessed
my accident flagged down an ambulance which passed by impromptu. When the paramedics reached me my heart wasn't beating and I wasn't breathing. They came just in time to resuscitate me.
That in itself was a miracle because
usually they are never there when you need them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB, sans-serif;">I don’t have any memory of this only the scars on my
face when I flew out of the windscreen when my car landed at the bottom of a
ditch. At the hospital a friend of my husband’s was standing next to my bed and
I felt terrified not knowing what happened to me. I asked him to hold my hand
and from then my mind lost me again. My friend told me that I tried to buy
drugs at the hospital pharmacy walking around in the hospital gown with my bum
sticking out and my face and hair full of blood. I made a huge arse of myself and I wasn't even present, how sad is that? After huge amounts of anti psychotic drugs didn't help the psychiatrist decided I was certifiable and committed me to a
mental asylum locked up with the criminally insane. While there they stopped
his treatment and I came to myself. Can you imagine what a shock it was to wake
up and realize where I was? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB, sans-serif;">It was as if I was thrown in hell and there was
nothing I could do about it. I feared for my life the whole time and it was
only because of a huge old black woman that everyone called Mama, who protected
me from the really vicious inmates that I stayed alive. My husband called the
psychiatrist and threatened to go and kill him in his consulting rooms if he didn't get me out of that place. I remember the Monday I was sitting on the
cold cement floor and thinking if I didn't get out of that place I would break
a window with the cast on my arm and slit my own throat with a piece of the
glass. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB, sans-serif;">Death was a better option than staying there in that
godforsaken place and not sleeping for fear the insane creatures will molest me
in my sleep or worse. After I was interviewed by the resident psychiatrist, who
found me sane just heartbroken, I was released. Thank the dear lord I came
through it with my sanity intact and no scars other than on my face (which by
some miracle healed perfect) to prove the crazy road I traveled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif;">Whatever happens to you, please explore other avenues
before resorting to psychiatric help. I am sure there are good ones out there,
but the one I saw was using me as an experiment for drugs and almost destroyed
my life in the process.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif;">Namaste!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Britannic Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He took the shattered pieces of her heart and
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-7581546017730274632013-09-17T08:49:00.000-07:002013-09-17T08:49:22.999-07:00My amazing day with Nelson "Madiba" Mandela. <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">When I worked as a crime reporter I got to spend one whole day with the most amazing human being I have ever had the honor to meet, Nelson Mandela, or as we call him Madiba. We toured the black townships and he showed the most humble compassion with everyone he encountered. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">No place was too poor for him to visit or offer love and understanding. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Our wonderful leader is very ill and we wish him release to travel with the angels. He will always be with us. I salute you Madiba!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-12942664596005621412013-09-17T00:40:00.002-07:002013-09-17T00:40:53.960-07:00Photos of South Africa.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sealife.<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drakensberg Mountains burning in winter. </td></tr>
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Namaste!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03020443813197154552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787650950077590482.post-91457584126479236642013-09-16T09:14:00.004-07:002013-09-16T09:14:58.426-07:00How to heal a broken heart...<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16.0pt;"> There are no easy ways to heal a broken heart
but there are steps we all have to go through to heal. When we experience loss,
whether it the loss of a loved one, a job, our health, a friendship or a
relationship the feelings we have are so overwhelming to us that we feel we
will never heal again. We have to keep in mind that this feeling of pain is not
going to last forever. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16.0pt;">There is a myriad
of emotions we experience after a loss. We may feel shock and disbelief and
after that anger at the person who left you or the boss who fired you from your
job or at God for the illness you have or the death of a loved one. We go
though things like bargaining with God or the person you lost, to intense
anger, helplessness and hopelessness, depression and finally acceptance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16.0pt;">The road to
healing is a long one and it is an emotional roller coaster ride. We can waver
between bouts of weeping, laughter and faith. These feelings come and go and
have no order to it. We must let ourselves go though this and accept the
emotions, it is part of the healing process. We should give ourselves time and
take care of ourselves like you would a friend going through something like
this. There is no timeline to grief of any form. It all depends on the kind of
relationship you had with the person you lost, if you will find a job again or
if you will be healed from your illness. We all experience emotions in a
different way. Where someone might be very emotional and open about it, some
will act strong and hide their pain away. One of the best medicines for a
broken heart is crying. Tears cleanse the soul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16.0pt;">When a loved one
dies there is this huge void left by their parting. We grieve not only for them
but the future we had with them. The loss of a parent is the love and safety
that is lost. The death of a child is part of your life gone. The death of a
spouse is the other half that is lost. Every loss through death has its own
different compartments you mourn. Death is one of the deepest and most final
losses we can experience and it takes longer to heal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16.0pt;">A divorce is one
of the most upsetting and painful transitions we can go through. The dream for
the future you had, the person you confided in and with whom you shared your
life is now all broken dreams. People who go through a divorce feel intense
loneliness and depression. You can feel like a failure and that you don’t fit
in anywhere any more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16.0pt;">When you lose a
job it creates financial insecurity and worries about how you are going to
manage to survive. You may also experience feelings of failure and
hopelessness. Fear of the future is also a great factor in this situation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Sudden illness can
rob you of your normal life and life expectancy. It is very upsetting and
painful not to be able to live like you used to. Many kinds of illnesses alter
your life so much that you are incapacitated. Sometimes you need a complete
adjustment to life in general and it creates a loss of self.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16.0pt;">All these losses
contribute to a broken heart and we need time and patience to work through the
different emotions we experience. When you feel yourself going into deep
depression you must seek professional help. Medication or therapy can help you
come to terms with your situation. We have to take care of ourselves and not
give up when our hearts are broken. Talk to a friend or someone you can trust
about your pain and suffering. Not one of us is an island and we must try to
reach out and ask for help. Many people feel too proud to admit to weakness but
it is futile to think that way. We can’t overcome heartbreak alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16.0pt;">I hope after
reading this you can feel comfortable to reach out to others. If you need love
and understanding and comfort we are here for you. Don’t feel alone and
isolated, it is not true.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16.0pt;">If anyone ever
needs to talk please feel free to contact me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Blessed Be and
Namaste!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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