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The Labour Party’s Brexit Secretary, Keir Starmer, said he is more open to leaving the EU than ever. He said that leaving the EU would be “the best thing for the country” while still asserting that a Labour government would be best for the UK. He ultimately believes that the public should have a say on Brexit, saying he’d prefer a vote with a choice to remain than one to leave.
When I stand up, I will air my views on the Liberal Democrats over the government. I think maybe she was confused. Anyway, that’s interesting and an honour for me. And yes, I consider a woman for running to be leader of any country the U.S. is lagging behind on this. I believe I am capable of doing it better.
English philosopher Hobbes once said, « Hell is truth seen too late. » This is wise advice. No quarter you’ll receive; all that hear his voice can promise you that dreadful place. It’s never too late to turn around and try. Just remember where you parked your car. The journey began in 2004. The moon awaits.
If against your better judgment you happen to slip from the righteous path and find yourself among the damned, just remember; in the end, you are alone in there. Manipulation, shakedowns or treachery to find their way in these flames, but are always behind you, forever pushing you forward.
As the bus drifted past various towns, the mood of the passengers gradually shifted. As the way is the target, the journey assumes its course. Enjoy the ride. Look inward and outward. A shadow dances throughout the bus. It stops to speak with everyone once, never staying long. Few know the shadow by name, this figure of light. This darkness. This shadow-figure took on its own personality as the miles dwindled.
Ragnaros gazed off into the distance as he walked. The land of wind and spirit, the Barrens, was a vast, open plain. Ragnaros had come to the Barrens to gather some of its legendary wheat. He walked aimlessly, wandering through the grassy plains, awaiting his new visitors. Over the past few days, he had felt his power fade, sapping him of his strength and focus, and he feared for the future of his strength. The demon lounged near him, the wind coming to him as he summoned it.
At some point, Ragnaros had grown despondent. He had sat him-self upon a grassy knoll and watched the rolling waves beneath him. He had lost interest in the ashen ground and radiant flames of the Volcano’s rim, and took up longingly at the stars and sky above. He sat silently there among the ashes and embers, and listened, searching vigilantly for solace beyond the sea. For only within inner harmony would he find the strength to peel himself from the endless abyss. And strength would rise anew; never to falter, never to recede.
And yet in the depths of his weary soul he heard his path calling back gently, silently pleading for his return. Through the vein of the ground, roots from the Eldergrow, a hidden underground forest, seeking his luminance, they whispered softly to go back through the rays of dusk and dawn. To touch the greenlands once more. But Ragnar knew only that he had exhausted all of his resources and all he carried with him was a valiant sword; the last blade from the last tree of the Eldergrow.
He found it. Seeking his fortune in new lands he had never explored before, and the treasures that may lie beyond. Clutching the map tightly in his hand, he felt the nickname he was given from the great Boardmembers when he left his home, bereft of the luxuries he was used to in the lands of the Eldergrow where he was born. If he was to continue on the path that he discovered and had taken from the Eldergrow, staring out over the horizon, searching again for new shores to reach, and greenlands to explore………………………………………………
But maybe that’s not what the best plan would be. Time had proven yet again to be predictable, the steam-driven world he left behind slowly yielding to the modern world that he was furrowing.
……………………… Having missed the first of the revolution, you have to take it with a grain of salt that the future will be yours.
The narrow-width country highway belted a complex harmonic song as the sun retreated behind the distant low hills, lighting everything with a warm but fading effulgence. Breathing in the twilight and listening to the deepening, gurgling rush of the season-swollen waters helped him relax, and forget about the society much in need of a good bashing.
« So what? » he thought. « It’s just one more piece of the puzzle of this man-made world that is utterly beyond my understanding. » He shrugged to himself, as though to relieve the heaviness of reality from his shoulders.
The old shaman Roky closed his eyes and chanted a soft prayer; the warrior was ready for an entirely different kind of journey… to somewhere he had tried to imagine many times before.
And after a while, he got exactly there. Was it exactly what he was expecting? Could he deal with it? The shaman thought so. The journey won’t be complete until we’ve traversed both terrain and time.
He had endured the first trial that was set before him several dozen times a day in various places. This, he told himself, was nothing, not in comparison to the trials that may present themselves during the next final stages of his journey. In fact, he welcomed anything the chaotic road would throw at him. It wouldn’t be long before he was wading through the muck and mire to reach an objective. An objective set forth that looked about as simple as it could be and one that hopefully would lend hope to the wretched and lost souls wandering the earth seeking answers. He thought of the night when an old friend shared more with him than they could have ever imagined.
His New Zealand friend is ready to fulfill a job there: keep him out of jail in America. I trust this will keep Jack out of jail. I know this is my year for service. This is good reason to have people watch the place for you. I never lived through a semester like this before, so things are looking up and I guess the forecast calls for storms early on this afternoon again. Tonight people stop in and it all gets spent.
The light reveals on the wall some kind of creature, or perhaps this darkness itself that looks back at you. It tries to deliver a message. It’s a message that connects the darkness to the light. It’s a message of peace and understanding, different from the chaos and confusion that surrounds you.
The postman said with a friendly grin that he had brought something interesting with him. Today is the day, the 14th Day of Heart. Did you know it’s Valentine’s Day? I never get this sort of thing right. Only one day of the year? A day for hearts… Ludicrous but nice game. I don’t know what to you guess. But for me, this is another day. Yet there’s this energetic bunny and a big heart on it. An egg or so, I would imagine.
And in the world of dreams, there are not the fears as in the day. As everyone tosses and turns through the night, people like me are casting out the chaos of phobias and turning them into dreams of success. Which can be easily related to, considering the US doesn’t have national healthcare. So, fears in the night are normal – they can be positive or negative, depending on the person and how they manifest themselves in dreams.
Maybe that’s how nightmares come about. Or you could have a recurring dread of a single, anxiety-producing episode that’s intensified with subsequent encounters. Sometimes they’re about being lost, trapped, falling, or being chased by a villainous creature. Or naked in public. Or your teeth falling out mid-sentence, or about countless teeth loose in a wave of a stream, a flood of white on a black tile floor. (Shudder.)
Sin dips and rises, ills and diseases, or a progressive geological wedge is closing on civilization. Regardless of the specific deformity, one recurring type of nightmare is what some call « Sleep Paralysis ». It is when the person is aware but unable to move, being held down by a heavy demonic presence. Victims of sleep paralysis have feelings of great pressure on their chest, as if being sat on or would surely die and have trouble breathing – occasionally they hallucinate seeing a creature terrifying enough to petrify them. The sensation is fed on by hormones until the break of dawn.
Yeah, the human condition isn’t pretty is it? — It doesn’t come cheap either. I’m new to the struggle as well. But really, really, try to hang in there. If not for yourself, then at least for me.
The following is the question: Are you the sort of person who collects and analyzes data to enhance performance, or who just goes with the flow because you perceive that as the easiest route? The hours aren’t so much important as much as how you feel about what you’re doing. If you’re doing something you know makes a difference — something that feels right — it’s easy to work those longer hours when they do come up. The satisfaction from doing a job well is reason alone to work hard. To seek out the best methods, to listen, to learn, to change, to collaborate – to help others, to refine production — that’s what success is all about, that and staying the course when things get tough. Keep focused, and everything else will fall into place.
To enjoy the end result without the preparation and the actual daily hard work is like skimming through the last pages and expecting to feel the same satisfaction as if you’d read the entire book. As far as I’m concerned, enjoyment of the final result is always intensified by awareness of the effort it took to achieve it.
I mentioned earlier, in another post, et al.
The image above is from a fantastic new atlas (HarperCollins, 2008) that my friend John sent me a link to. (I played around with the color of the image in the Kirlian Photography example above for emphasis.)
Keep this in mind as we turn our attention back to that which is of primary importance when living day to day life – the here and now. Please remember that your life is here and now, and it is happening. So are you. You. In this moment, during our slow inhalation. Exhale.
The link below is a 12:38 minute sound meditation called « The World is Sound » by Phil White. Plug in your headphones, sit or lie comfortably, close your eyes and sink into that special place of total relaxation. https://soundstrue.tumblr.com/theworldissound
Sorry for the errors of spelling. There are twelve different types of waves through which I can play, relax and heal. I have a wave that rises for me each time, only for me as I am drowning in the wind. I’ve been waiting for the smile of yours, missing it in every strand of silk, soon vanishing into the netherworld that hides behind my darkened matter, only to hear it once more. There was no love in dark ages, just like Rameses could tell us he can. I prayed to 50 different deities in 50 different tongues for my happiness and you became 50 fears. Not love, but fears. Destiny, my old friend, provides me a clear road to let me pass so I can live as time keeps slipping away.
Sorry for the format of this message but using « reply all. » From the Sunday Drive in the country to midnight walks. Sometimes the loneliness is so beautifully depicted in the quiet. I close my eyes and see your face, and I remember the day you walked into my life. I remember those early days like strange little dreams, and I remember that day like them, with a clarity made surreal by the power of everything we’ve been through. -chapter from an unwritten bookSome UrlSome Url
The strength comes from within to fight through life’s many battles, and friends if chosen wisely can help shed the light on the darkest of days. Sometimes friends need a hand. They need someone there to provide advice and encouragement to play soundly on their own strings in the symphony of life. This is a song of friend to friend, part of the music of the universe.
-HEY—!!! “Stay out of my SCOPE!” — “No scoops for you…” Those were the times of the late industrial age. – “Nah-ah-ah-ah, no way!”- Those were the days of the missing scoops – “Stay out of my SCOPE!” “Oh, yeah – give it a try!” – and so, dear reader – “No go!” It cost two dollars, now it’s three – we also need a fuel check – “Nah-ah-ah-ah, no way!” Jones was pushing it every day, “I’ll leave my boat at this place!” – I hate doing this job – you’re paying twice, no – “The hose on the left, pull it down!” – now you pay once as well. “We’ve got another fifteen minutes!” – add some spark plugs – are you insured – no – “We’re running out of gas!” – “The hose on the right-it’s leaking!” “No! – get back here!” – “Take a left.” (Deposit down the hall, please.) – “The losing horse would be a good thing to have in here if we were doing a racecourse. But we’re not.”
“Better watch the number of crossings. You never know when to expect them, huh? That was just a shadow on the wall, after all.” -Sign, Sign, Everywhere a
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