She/He who pays homage to those who deserve homage, whether the Awakened {Saints} or their disciples, those who have overcome the host of evils and crossed the flood of sorrow - she/he who pays homage to such as have found deliverance and know no fear, her/his merit can never be measured by anyone.
The day I died - I was eighty four (84) pounds - I couldn't walk - talk and could barely see - I was soaking wet - from sweating - the poison was coming out of every pore of my body - While I was laying on my twin size, soaking wet mattress - sobbing - grieving for my family and the life I was losing - saying goodbye - A bright light started streaming into my bedroom from the hallway - it illuminated my room - I looked up at the door and saw God - I said "Are you God?" He said "Yes" - I said "Well, what are you doing here" He said "I brought you something" - I said "What did you bring me?" He said "I brought you your wings - now you can fly......" He reached across the room and placed them on my shoulders - I felt them attach to my shoulder blades and expand into the most beautiful, powerful wings I have ever seen - My tears of sorrow - turned into tears of joy - I was overwhelmed with a feeling of love and a feeling of belonging - My Heavenly Father came to see me - I wasn't alone and he brought with him - Love - Faith - Hope and Honor....Thank you Lord.....
Merry Christmas It's Christmas Eve - The fourth Christmas I have spent alone - without my family and I cry. The Police were here - just moments ago - My room lit up like a christmas tree....They were banging on mu door - demanding that I open the door and turn down my music - I was listening to Fox News - Their Christmas Special and loving it - The Police came and demanded that I turn it off - that the neighbor's were complaining....The police are outside my window - I'm scared half to death....they are demanding that I open my door - but I can not - I am to afraid - I'm crouched down in the farthest corner of the back room - my head is between my knees - I am crying - Lory d help me - tjeu are going to crash into my room....They are trying to erase me....The Lord is my Witness...everyday....I shall not be moved.....
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Katie KidmanAn American, an Artist, a Mother, A Grandmother, a Sister, an Aunt, a daughter, a friend, a Humanitarian and a Woman of Integrity a.k.a. Gypsy Runner ...... Archives
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We live happily indeed, not hating those who hate us! among men and woman who hate us - we dwell free from hatred! We live happily indeed, free from ailments among the ailing! among men and woman who are ailing we dwell free from ailments! We live happily indeed, free from greed among the greedy! among men and woman who are greedy let us dwell free from greed! We live happily indeed, though we call nothing our own!
One ought to follow the wise, the intelligent, the learned, the much-enduring, the dutiful, the elect; one ought to follow such a good and wise Soul, as the moon follows the path of the stars.