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No Mystery

Lorainn — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 16:29:20 GMT

"....As is your desire, so is your intention. As is your intention, so is your will. As is your will, so is your deed. As is your deed, so is your destiny." Vedic Upanishads And in the words of the great Black Elk: "You jump to a conclusion before a paragraph is finished, and then you end up with a blank. Then afterwards you question - why? That confuses you. When Spirit comes, we don't ever ask questions - just hold onto it. Then later down the road, maybe in a couple years, i understand what that spirit meant." Breathe, my brothers.....know we are All Related, not alone

When we are dead we have wings

Lorainn — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 17:41:10 GMT

When we are dead We are like the snake Slithering in the dust, The dust of emotional pain But when we awake The wings of our Divinity unfold And we become the feathered serpent Who flies to heaven - Quetzalcoatl Miguel Angel Ruiz

Who made who???????????

Lorainn — Mon, 06 Aug 2007 02:36:30 GMT

Perhaps you'd hear if you truly listened that whispering that's me Who am I Nothing more than background noise Who am I Nothing more than voices lost Who am I nothing more than a ghost upon the shore Who am I nothing more than a caress through the branches Who am I Nothing more than Silence broken Who am I nothing more than a crashing against the cliffs Who am I Nothing more than what you define me as BUT to me I am Beauty I am Magic I am Powerful I am the Warrioress I am Speaking I am Loving I am the Wind and I move You with you through you

For you, my Love

Lorainn — Sat, 21 Jul 2007 19:49:58 GMT

I hear your breathing in the other room....rhythmatic comfort in the depth of all there is...I hear you sigh...deeply inspiring the center of my being...I hear the flutter of your lashes...knowing we are all here to see...I hear the beating of your heart...all of life is here now....and that is what I feel...deeply within my being, the core of which I call myself..........I feel that pounding, that fluttering, that inhalation of life..that of all which stems from this...I hear it, I see it...I feel it..........but do I ever really know it????????????? Probably not.

Disfigurement or Beauty

Lorainn — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 23:40:55 GMT

THE SCARS OF LIFE Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore. His father, working in the yard, saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could. Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator. Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved. The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn't let go." You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let you go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you. The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swiming hole of life is filled with peril and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins and if you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go. P lease pass this on to those you love. God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others. You just never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through. Never judge another person's scars, because you don't know how they got them. Also, it is so important that we are not selfish, to receive the blessings of these messages, without forwarding them to someone else. Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love them, too - enough to not let them go . ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Always Tell Your Family And Friends How Much You Love Them

Maka ina

Lorainn — Sun, 11 Mar 2007 19:33:58 GMT

Darker shades of gray longer still the silence Bones rattling in the Wind Blood of her still flowing Lighter Shades of blackness Deep within Shallow without

They show us the Way

Lorainn — Sun, 11 Mar 2007 19:32:59 GMT

The Sky opens his eyes as she, the Earth opens her mouth To speak, to see But oh, how the moon opens her ears To listen, to hear Voices of many, Stories untold, and yet to come If only to listen, to see and then, only then To speak

Tarot

Lorainn — Sun, 18 Feb 2007 03:54:58 GMT

<img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/catpeople/3.jpg"> <h2 align="center">You are The Empress</h2> Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation. The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents, beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful. The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her. What Tarot Card are You? <a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot">Take the Test to Find Out.</a>

Exhaling Bones

Lorainn — Sat, 10 Feb 2007 01:32:12 GMT

Exhaling Bones, inhaling Blood The love she gives, Never Dead Our hearts, One heart Her heart always open Exhaling Bones, inhaling Blood Life force ever flowing Nothing truly dead Exhaling Bones, inhaling Blood Inhaling Bones, exhaling Blood