The solar wind blew but we are safe, despite the predictions, the earth stood still
We are alive and well. The year will bring good tidings of love and hope!
The sun, the moon, the stars and all other planets danced with the earth.
Another year, hope reborn, desires rekindles.
To all my friends and people unknown, I wish you Joy, Peace, and
May all your dreams come true.
With love from me to you!
Happy New Year!!!
Sunshine (Photo credit: Emdadi)
”I will not wish thee riches, nor the glow of greatness,
But that wherever you go, some weary heart shall
Gladden at thy smile, or shadowed life know
Sunshine for a while.
And so thy path shall be a track of light,
Like angel’s footsteps passing through the night!
(inscriptions words on a church wall in Upwaltham, England, Petworth, West Sussex)
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These words gladden my heart and I hope you’ll find wisdom in it friends!
Much Love.
Always:)
(Photo credit: Woq)
The shadows inched closer and I watched the wind walking with the legs of a deer.
What kind of hope lie in wait for the coming year?
I have no idea, said the old man, new year
are best for great ideas.
Tears of the rainbow has nothing to do with the wishes of an orphan.
I lost a dear friend old man, I said, walking beside the sea of dreams
We all lose people at one time or the other, said the old man
The most important thing is not to lose yourself.
The year has been okay, I mused, wrapping my robes tighter
Others don’t have it so good.
People have died, dreams extinguished!
Then do something about it, he said and left me
I watched him go and I saw falling stars hitting my little
house beside the lake.
Strange, I sighed
Life is strange indeed, said the wind, dancing with the lake.
I saw the falling stars by my window
I tried to stop them but I couldn’t
How can I help?
Dear friends, it’s been a great year, some dreams go unfulfilled, others need more work but one thing I realise is, it’s never too late. New Years are for fresh ideas, hold your loved ones tighter, tighten up your belt and fill your mind with positive thoughts. Work hard and you’ll see great results. Things don’t always go the way we want sometimes, but that is why the sun ALWAYS rise again.
Don’t give up on yourself!
Happy New Year (in advance) great friends and I love you all!!!
Sorrow (Photo credit: Christolakis)
The angels sing and heralds a glorious cheer
Mourning flees and Hope is rekindle
Gloom was replaced by shouts of Joy
Weeping fled, it was replaced with glee
Sorrows flee to the distant sea as the clouds roar in praise
The sea rise to the songs of glorious beings arrayed in attires of
splendour.
Trumpets sounds and we rushed to cheer!
Merry Christmas I say to my friends and strangers in the street.
I love you all, says I, daughter of
Peace…
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I wish you my friends, a peaceful and joyous Christmas and to everyone who gave me awards, I appreciate you all from the bottom of my heart! Enjoy this season and give your souls reasons to cheer. Allow no place for sorrow or regret. Enjoy Today, December 24 2012 (here in the UK) is not coming again.
I love you friends:)
I want to give you my readers a few nuggets to chew on my book, aptly titled, ‘’Tales Of Five Lies.’’ And for the record, nobody can predict the end of the world, so why not enjoy yourselves, tuck into your turkey and march into your glorious future! This is an updated version of the book.
Excerpts:
Time dragged on. I contemplated returning to my comfortable bed, and that was when I saw a man darting behind a tree. He was eight meters away. My senses came alive as I watched with apprehension, my hand on the gun my dad gave me before he died. It’s always with me as a safety measure.
I stood still, watching the man’s movement. I noticed how he glanced around like a rabid dog. Satisfied he was alone, he whistled. Two men emerged from the shadows, dragging a bulging bag between them. I peered at my wristwatch to catch the time, but it was too dark. My mind went wild with all kinds of theories. What are they dragging off that night? How did my best friend get a whiff of their plans? This was wrong. It wasn’t right. I felt it deep in my bones.
The cold night air wrapped around me like a second skin, sending shivers down my spine, and the thick canopy of trees made the moon barely visible, casting ghostly shadows across the forest floor. The pungent odour of decomposing leaves blended with the fragrance of moist earth. The rustling of nocturnal creatures and the occasional hoot of an owl were the only sounds that broke the silence. As I watched the men, I noticed their dishevelled appearance. Their clothes were tattered and stained, and their hair was unkempt. The man who whistled had a scar above his eyebrow, making him appear menacing. I was proud of my night eye; spotting a scar that far away was no mean feat, yet I couldn’t see the time on my watch. It was blurry. The other two were hefty men, with arms that looked like tree trunks. I cursed my short-sightedness. I wished I’d taken my reading glasses.
They got to a secluded spot and began to dig…
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Stepping Into Greatness!
That’s it dear friends, hope you’ll put a big smile on my face this Christmas by letting me know what you think of my book, I value your opinions Greatly. 2013 would be a glorious year, just step into your greatness because if you believe it, you would certainly have it! Happy holidays and a Merry christmas! Remember, Life is What You Make of It.
Merry Xmas Everyone!
Straw (Photo credit: GlacierTim)
The wind kept blowing, taking me to places I never wanted to be
I felt myself been lifted high above the clouds and I sigh!
I saw a girl with brown hair, laughing
I fell back into the grass
There was no sound
Her laughter echoes and the force of it threw me off course and I drifted off
She giggles and I envied her beauty and innocence.
No wonder, I am envious, I am only a straw
Nobody cares for a straw
Lifeless straw!
Humans stepped on me but I can feel and sniffs tales from afar
Christmas is near, the end of the age is not far, some says
I have no qualms, after all
I am only a straw in the wind
with no cares in the world
Why do humans worry for what they cannot change!
Why stress over destiny?
Why fret over imaginations?
Why do they live in the past?
Afraid to move on!
I have no idea
Besides, I am only a straw
with no cares in the world
Wheeee, the wind is back
And as it took me off
I saw the girl with the brown hair again
And I wonder
What fate awaits her!
This is one of my poetic thoughts, I hope you’ll enjoy reading my life as a straw!
Happy Holidays Everyone! It’s Xmas soon isn’t it?
(Photo credit: Andreas Krappweis)
This is a true story, please read on…
Gross darkness blanket our street as ravenous fever raged through my body like an inferno. My mom mopped my body with towels trying to bring the rampaging fever down. I watched with trepidation, my lips parched and dry.
It dawned on me that if I survive the night, I would be in the clear, but morning was like light years away. My mom looked at me with a mournful expression in her brown expressive eyes.
”You should have given your consent.”
”No mom,” I whispered with a vigorous shake of my head. I refused surgery because I had premonitions it would only worsen my condition.
Let me rewind back, to a week earlier…
I was a boisterous nineteen year old university girl. I was popular, well liked and friendly. Hardly would you see me with a frown, I was always smiling, why not? Life was good. My boyfriend ( now my husband) was one of the nicest man on campus, my course work was excellent but everything changed one windy night when I had a sharp pain in my left ear.
I thought nothing of it until almost a week later when I couldn’t hear properly, my condition rapidly disintegrated overnight and my boyfriend brought me home. My dad bundled me into his car and off we go!
At the hospital, the doctor did all sorts of tests and the final verdict was I had a growth in my ear and surgery was the right course of treatment but I refused and he sent me home with some medications. My neck was immobile, I couldn’t turn my head, I couldn’t eat and my ear hurt like hell, it was as if my throat was on fire! I was now torn between the devil and the deep blue sea, I chose the sea and my dad brought me back home.
I strode to my room and laid on my bed wondering if I had made the right decision. An earlier explosion on a transformer had plunged the street into darkness, my mom had left a lantern in my room but it suddenly went off. I listened to my breathing as pain racked through my body. The pain killers and antibiotics were powerless against the ferocious attack and I slowly drifted off into a dreamless slumber.
I don’t know how long I slept for but I woke up to a strange feeling, I was no longer alone, I wanted to call out but my voice was gone and I prayed this simple prayer.
”God, if you are real, please heal me now,”
prayer.. (Photo credit: aronki)
Few minutes after my prayer, I heard soft tapping on my bedroom floor…one…two…three and I felt a hand on my left shoulder and I heard this words,
”I am here,”
And peace washed over me and I was off again, this time around I must have slept for hours because when I woke up, everywhere was silent.
I stood up and the first thing I realise was, I could move my neck.
My throat was clear and my white night-dress was soaked with pus coming from my ear, I could swallow.
I’ve been healed!
That experience was so real and I knew God answers prayers. That was my first tangible experience with the supernatural!
That was one of the reasons why I write supernatural thrillers, has anyone else experienced some strange encounters? I’ll love to read your story.
Thanks for reading my post:)
English: Peak of Bear Mountain (Connecticut). Taken with digital camera in June, 2005 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
My heart bleeds for the pointless killings of innocent children in Connecticut… My heart bleeds and I whisper a prayer of comfort to those hurting parents and children. The deaths are unimaginable, the pain unbearable.
Hopes dashed, dreams quashed, the pain indescribable.
Destroy all these guns, arrest this evil monster, this happens too many times. Beautiful, innocent children, they’ve got no sin, no stain yet cut down so early. My heart bleeds, my prayers to the parents affected. Words fail me!
When shall these killings stop? When shall the insane heal? This happens too often, something must be done. Children must be protected, nobody deserves to die, least of all children.
As a parent, I offer my prayers, my tears fall and I hope for a miracle.
My fingers are numb, my eyes are heavy, my heart is….
Looking for answers.
Why kill?
I have no answer, I just whisper a prayer.
Please pray with me…
An animated sequence of pictures of a small humpback whale diving beneath the surface. Creator: Hersfold (talk/work) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I stood suspended thirty feet above sea level with hands akimbo. I stared in delight and watched with pleasure at the creatures of the sea, Seals playing with their kind, and then chasing after penguins.
I saw the humpback whale and her calf gliding beneath the surface of the deep, feeding on krill, plankton and juggling with delight, their gigantic bodies causing ripples in the cold arctic sea.
And then I saw him and my heart lurched with fear and admiration! It was the angel by the sea-shore, my sister would not believe me when I tell her the angel really exists.
I was mesmerised by his beauty. The massive wings and the muscular arms enthrall me and I dived towards him, intent on touching those wings to be sure he was real.
Angel 013 (Photo credit: Juliett-Foxtrott)
My feet touched the soft sand and I stood still, silently, waiting for his reaction. His massive wings opened up in glorious splendour, the sinews within his wings and veins rippled with power and I gushed out in delight, such was his beauty.
I heaved my arms and floated above him and slowly drifted forward, not feeling safe standing solitary behind him. I gazed at the top of his head as his golden hair danced to the wind and every sound ceased.
”Who are you?” I summoned the courage to ask, a safe distance away from him but the angel said nothing and then I flew close to him, my eyes boring into his and I seemed to be staring at the depth of mystery.
His eyes glowed like a lone fire in the snow, they looked like two white doves. When he raised his enormous arms, the waves of the sea took notice. His finely sculptured face was like a fine work of art. His beautifully shaped mouth was slightly opened and when he spoke, his voice sounded like thunder.
”Time be still,”
And I moved back, I hated to admit it but I was scared, and I shouldn’t be because I ruled the sea. I watched his upturned arms which were like two pillars of the earth but suddenly, the mystery deepened.
The open sea roared like a woman in labour, his arms were sending out strange signals and I watched open-mouthed as the sea was rolled like a carpet, the depths of the deep was revealed in one clean swoop and I didn’t find it funny. My stomach knotted in fear as the sea creatures groaned in despair at the intrusion.
”Stop this at once,” I said firmly.
And he looked at me as a father would look at an errant child.
”My name is judgement but they also call me peace. I judge to give peace.”
”Just put down your hands,” I begged and the angel did as he was told, his eyes never leaving mine for a second but I took flight watching from a safe distance, waiting to see what he would do.
The Islanders must know about his presence at once.
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I love writing supernatural thrillers, most of my works tend to delve deep into the mysterious worlds of angels and I would definitely let you in on a secret soon. Thanks for reading my story friends!
This was actually my first post, I was writing a new post when I read through this article and I thought it was right for this moment in time. Hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Of recent, I have watched different programmes about the end of the world. And it really got me thinking of what really matters, not the bills which sneaked stealthily through my door this morning, nor my recalcitrant agent or my elusive publishers. None of this weighty issues bothered me this morning when I woke up but just this composite thought. Our beautiful earth is groaning under the weight of incessant wars, uncontrollable population and sheer wickedness and cruelty directed towards all living things. The degree and level with which these atrocious acts have been repeatedly committed is alarming. And I thought, will the world truly come to an end?
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