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| Hi to anyone new looking at my journal!
This is the place to post to, with how you know me/met me and/or why you want to be a friend on livejournal.
I'd like to assure you I'm not as pretentious and self-absorbed as this post may lead you to believe, however I'm not sure that is true, so enter at your own risk! ;P
I will try to screen these posts, in case why/how we know each other is more personal, but if you really feel uncomfortable posting things here, I think I have an email available that you can send a message to. I try to be friendly, but I don't think I'm going to make it policy to just 'add' anyone who adds me back anymore... it is a big world out there, and there can be 'stranger danger', etc.
I apologize if it takes me awhile to check this, but I'm not always consistent with looking at livejournal.
Welcome, you're free to look around, try not to mind the crazy too much :P
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| I'm going to try and come back on lj more. Getting a little tired of FB. Need an outlet for more personal things, maybe?
Will probably do some house cleaning as far as friends list or groups or whatever...
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| I have a tendency to sometimes obsess over things or people but it just so happens i only have one livejournal though i considered making one specifically for writing i found somewhere else to post such things etc this i leave mostly for things which i consider more private until it can't be so; and then i'll find somewhere else.
not that anybody on my friendslist probably reads this anymore...
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| You can learn more here, and sign the petition over here. (note you don't have to donate to the site to post or sign, just click go back after you've posted, etc. But you can donate if you want to. Hmm the facebook group sent a message saying where you could donate to help. Maybe I will post that too...
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| apr 30 '07
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. - Dune, Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear.
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| "They may be the head of the beast, but we are its body. The head guides us fruitlessly when the body's heart has been lost, gone astray. We are the lungs that breathe in the world, the stomach that digests what the universe feeds us, we are the hands that shape the world around us, the feet that take us to our destiny. Even when the mouth speaks eloquent lies, or our eyes turn from truth, or our mind seeks solace in delusion; the heart still knows the truth. When you waken with every cell in your body, and teach the mind to see what the heart knows, the eyes are opened, the "ego" (id?) is subdued, the mouth speaks truth, and our thoughts return to compassion and wisdom. With these things, we do not work our hands to the bone; when our feet are weary, we massage the ache from them while they rest from their burden; but the heart must never stop caring.
Parts are replaced by the machine: a wall is built between heart and mind, strangling each. Fear is the mind-killer; sorrow and pain burden the heart. When the mind finds courage to understand the heart, there is a gate. When the heart can calm it's passions to see reason, and understand necessity, then strength is found enough to walk through the gate. Beyond the gate lies communion: the wholeness of one being. With wholeness of being, doubt and certainty fade into nothing against the blinding light of truth.
Is this a poem? I'm not sure...
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| Category: Dungeons and Dragons Title: Illel's Story Chapter: 3 Chapter Title: Seeds of Hope Genre: Fantasy/Tragedy Rating: Fiction Rated: T Summary: This chapter is about the druid and the elf getting to know each other a little. We learn a little bit about some of the things Illel was carrying as well. Druid does most of the talking, Illel is still in shock. This part takes place in the past, in Illel of the future's reverie. m_G | |
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