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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

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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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 Space stuff.

spy satellite -going down.
more infos
http://www.cbc.ca/technology/quirks-blog/2008/02/the_secrets_out.html

um there was a lunar eclipse last night.
it looked redish.

k bye.


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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. 

 

Illel's Story chapters

Ch1: Smoke and Blood

Ch2: Of Falls and Cocoons

Ch3: Seeds of Hope

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a book called 'discipline'

http://www.pacoahlgren.com/trailer

captain sweep talks about the security and prosperity partnership and gives some footage of a forum that was held.

http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=-2066838713748894566&hl=en-CA


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http://www.ottawagrans.net/


The raging grannies rock! I should totally embed an image on this page...

hmmm

There are two main parts to the revolution.

One is creating a fair and just world whose culture and form promotes wisdom and enlightenment, the development of the souls of the people.

The second, is redeeming 'the lost souls', the corruptors, the people who think they run the world, the pawns who choose to play their game, and show them the light - to show the worthlessness of outward power in the world in many ways, to enfold people into the secret of the true meaning of life, and return them to their journeys from which they've strayed.

I think, in this culture of fear, the second objective is often lost, and instead of following Buddha nature, and embracing suffering and sorrow to teach our brothers and sisters compassion, we forget our own higher natures and instead fall into the downward cycle, of violence and hate and vengeance.

Spirituality and truth may be elusive at times, but if you believe in an afterlife, and a soul, and that we are all kin in spirit, born of essential good which is forgotten in the life of the flesh, then the world is not truly made for the 'good' and the enlightened - they have their world already, the afterlife - it is made for the others: those who wish to try aspire to the good, but have their burdens which hold them back; and those who have chosen darkness, and turned their back on the light. To them, this world is their gateway, their opportunity for something better; the good who suffer as lambs are the keys to this gateway, the teachers who can show the lost back to the path.

This is not entirely correct, but perhaps I can elucidate further another time.

One carries weights to build muscles, and vices of mortality to build virtues of the spirit.
It is important to work hard and regularly, but it is also good to throw off one's burdens and take a day of rest, from time to time, and feel the ease and strength and peace within, to remember who we are becoming.


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