Posted on June 27, 2009 at 11:22pm
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Mother Mary, A true story by Billy
Where to start? A brief history. I had no religious upbringing whatsoever. My father hated even the word God to be mentioned. Between the age of 6 and 8 I experienced horrific sexual abuse from a man in my street, he said he would GET my older sister if I told anyone, and of course GET me also. With no one to turn to, I was trapped; in fear of my life I became withdrawn. One day I was walking up my street, it was a dead end street, when…
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iPeace is deleted from David Califa the end of June. Here you can find a new home.
http://peaceformeandtheworld.ning.com/
You are cordially invited.
Warm regards, Eva
Because we all aspire to be what we have always been, we become a grain of sand in the sand-parade at ocean’s shore; a globe of pollen in breathing wind; curved bow of swallow wings in hush of twilight; the glint of light on watered-stone, washed in the river of time—red drum of heart, red pony of blood, green mandala of mindfulness, the seasons of seeding when God takes the shape of prayer and frolics freely in the imaginations of children, and the season of harvest, which feeds death as well as life—apple-worms and angels.
Be aware. The moon watches us from the silent theater of darkness and the sun rises over the miracle of dreaming that all of creation shares.
Because we are here, the game of metamorphosis is offered to us. Because we are changelings, we find ourselves wherever we are.
If the mood comes upon you to dance, by all means dance. If the mood comes upon you to sing, somebody assuredly is waiting to hear. If you are walking in the direction of the Wilderness of Life, let me travel with you. The dove of now descends to more souls than one in the rapture of love, in the moment of eternity.
David Sparenberg
27 June 2009
Because we all aspire to be what we have always been, we become a grain of sand in the sand-parade at ocean’s shore; a globe of pollen in breathing wind; curved bow of swallow wings in hush of twilight; the glint of light on watered-stone, washed in the river of time—red drum of heart, red pony of blood, green mandala of mindfulness, the seasons of seeding when God takes the shape of prayer and frolics freely in the imaginations of children, and the season of harvest, which feeds death as well as life—apple-worms and angels.
Be aware. The moon watches us from the silent theater of darkness and the sun rises over the miracle of dreaming that all of creation shares.
Because we are here, the game of metamorphosis is offered to us. Because we are changelings, we find ourselves wherever we are.
If the mood comes upon you to dance, by all means dance. If the mood comes upon you to sing, somebody assuredly is waiting to hear. If you are walking in the direction of the Wilderness of Life, let me travel with you. The dove of now descends to more souls than one in the rapture of love, in the moment of eternity.
David Sparenberg
27 June 2009
you are very welcome to come and join us on iPeace Scotland to promote peace in our own wee country :o)
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Gordon
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I'm Aaditya from India
I am a film student
I have made a video on world peace
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Plz watch it and comment and rate it!!!
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