While the Yogi greeting expression "Namaste" title your page, the Hebrew blessing is spelled Shalom. I think you've meant to say it or you had something else in your mind in writing Shall-Om. Anyway, Shalom to you Zanda.
Dear friend,
I am glad to have you as my friend. Every friendship made among our expanding iPeace community strengthen the bond of peace.
I've tried to read your 13 Dimensions but found it too difficult for me to undersatnd (after all English is not my mother's language). Anyway, I felt that positive energies blow in your words and I have created the following piece from your 1st Dimension.
have a peaceful weekend and shalom from Israel,
care4u
Nottingham eh?
That'll account for the similarity to one R. Hood Esq.
;¬)
Pax vobiscum mate.
Since I lack the skills to add the one I want, I'll settle for this >>>------------->
Copied, with the permission of another group.
GOD LIVES UNDER
THE BED
I envy Kevin. My brother, Kevin, thinks God lives under his bed. At least
that's what I heard him say one night.
>He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, 'Are you there, God?' he said. 'Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed...'
> I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humour. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in.
> He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labour. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2); there are few ways in which he is an adult.
> He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.
> I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life?
> Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favourite macaroni-and- cheese for dinner, and later to bed.
> The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.
> He does not seem dissatisfied.
> He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.
> He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores.
> And Saturdays - oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. 'That one's goin' to Chi-car-go! ‘Kevin shouts as he claps his hands.
> His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.
> And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips.
> He doesn't know what it means to be discontent.
> His life is simple.
> He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.
> His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it.
> He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.
> He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure.
> He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue.
> Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God.
> Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child... Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an 'educated' person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.
> In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity, I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith.
> It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions.
> It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap. I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care.
> Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.
> And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.
> Kevin won't be surprised at all!
Of course, I'd love to be your friend Wizanda...what a great name. Once I changed my name to Chilly Relleno for a year. Nebula for a week. Chartreuse appealed to me as a color and name when I moved to Maui...it's so green here in the rain forrest. Enjoying your page. Thanks for adding me. Aloha, s.
hello
how r u? thanks for the friendships
peace and love to you and ur family
At 10:55pm on November 20, 2008, Willem Amendt said…
Dear Wizanda, thanks for inviting me as one of your iPeace friends. I agree completely: "Many of the authors original meanings, have been overwritten by traditions passed down within all religions." So, to achieve true meaning and inner contentment we've got to connect ourselves again with the real sources. Kind regards, Willem
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I am glad to have you as my friend. Every friendship made among our expanding iPeace community strengthen the bond of peace.
I've tried to read your 13 Dimensions but found it too difficult for me to undersatnd (after all English is not my mother's language). Anyway, I felt that positive energies blow in your words and I have created the following piece from your 1st Dimension.
have a peaceful weekend and shalom from Israel,
care4u
http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/popup-frame.html
That'll account for the similarity to one R. Hood Esq.
;¬)
Pax vobiscum mate.
Since I lack the skills to add the one I want, I'll settle for this >>>------------->
Copied, with the permission of another group.
GOD LIVES UNDER
THE BED
I envy Kevin. My brother, Kevin, thinks God lives under his bed. At least
that's what I heard him say one night.
>He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, 'Are you there, God?' he said. 'Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed...'
> I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humour. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in.
> He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labour. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2); there are few ways in which he is an adult.
> He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.
> I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life?
> Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favourite macaroni-and- cheese for dinner, and later to bed.
> The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.
> He does not seem dissatisfied.
> He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.
> He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores.
> And Saturdays - oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. 'That one's goin' to Chi-car-go! ‘Kevin shouts as he claps his hands.
> His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.
> And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips.
> He doesn't know what it means to be discontent.
> His life is simple.
> He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.
> His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it.
> He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.
> He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure.
> He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue.
> Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God.
> Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child... Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an 'educated' person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.
> In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity, I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith.
> It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions.
> It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap. I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care.
> Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.
> And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.
> Kevin won't be surprised at all!
Thanks for adding me as your friend:) Love and Harmony,Anjara:)
Have a nice weekened
Blessings,
Sandra Regina
how r u? thanks for the friendships
peace and love to you and ur family
Dear Wizanda, thanks for inviting me as one of your iPeace friends. I agree completely: "Many of the authors original meanings, have been overwritten by traditions passed down within all religions." So, to achieve true meaning and inner contentment we've got to connect ourselves again with the real sources. Kind regards, Willem
Thank you for your friendship
Peace and Love
Lene
Lovely to have your freindship.You look like a cool guy.hows it going in nottingham?Up to much?I used to live near there in sherwood forest.
Robin Hood
PEACE TO !!!Thank you for being my buddy.
Wishing you a blessed day from windy Cape Town.
Much luvhugskisses from your sisi Heatherfairweather
love and light to all
om namah shivaya
thank you for the friend invite!
Warm wishes from me to you,
Eva
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