Veritas - Truth

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IF YOU KNEW THAT SOME OF THE GREAT STRIDES IN MODERN NEUROSCIENCE CAME ABOUT AS A DIRECT RESULT OF LETHAL EXPERIMENTS, CONDUCTED ON HUMAN BEINGS, INCLUDING CHILDREN, WOULD THAT ALTER YOUR OPINION OF MEDICAL RESEARCH? WOULD IT MAKE YOU WANT TO ASK MORE CRITICAL QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR FUTURE PROFESSION, OR CONSIDER AN ALTERNATIVE CAREER?
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Growing up in Montreal was very interesting in the 50's.60's and 70's.
Secrecy existed every where, not just between adults in ones' home.

Every where you went, people whispered and I began to see a correlation between secrecy and bad things happening as a result of it.
Let's face it, if you had nothing to hide, why would you whisper? lol
To this day when I see people whisper, I don't like it.

The Mental institution I spoke of in my previous post was called
The Louis-Hippolyte LaFontaine Hospital. It was a psychiatric hospital run by La Congregation des Soeurs de la Provedence since 1873. It is here they say, that normal children (orphans) were sent and labeled mentally ill or retarded so experiments could be performed on them. The papers today call them the Duplessis Orphans.

The Catholic Church is now being accused of all kind of atrocities done during this period.
But they were not alone.

WW2 Immigrants brought with them anxieties and distress from abuse in Nazi Labor Camps.
The Allies collected all the info from the German scientists obtained through torture and experiments they could not do at home.
The time was ripe to learn more from them.

It was a dangerous time to hang around psychiatric wards.

As a kid, you walked around everywhere watched and wondered why so many people were sick?
You never thought how easy something like this could happen to you.
I became a watcher and learned why it was that no one could be trusted.

You were raised to trust and believe in higher authority and the difference between right and wrong and yet these same people in authority who you were raised to honor were dishonorable.

http://www.oikos.org/psychabuse.htm

McGill University was associated with the
Allan Memorial, St. Mary's, the Montreal General, the Lakeshore General and the Douglas Psychiatric Hospital -- all dealing in mind control.

The GODs walked the hospital wards , churches and schools holding tremendous power. They lifted their thumb, you lived and they put down the thumb, you died. It was that simple and some of these Gods were very sick people themselves.
Some of them belonged in these same institutions they put people in.
Instead, the most vulnerable were at risk. Children, the homeless the drug addicts, the mentally ill etc....

Nothing of the horrible things these places did to people was published because the owners of the newspapers are listed in them as honored hospital donors. They could not afford a scandal.

When ever you went to the hospital, you had to make sure your family went with you and even then, there were no guarantees. They'd come in at night to do the deed, As they did with my Grand Mother. They put her on a dying list behind your back and then it didn't matter what they did to her cause no one would know.They sent in students and there was no main doctor there to watch them or maybe he left to give them more room to cut into people's chests through the mouth, where no one would see the scars. But we did and yes, she died twice during the night but because we made a stink, she got better miraculously and went home to live another 10 years. lol

With my Mother we were not so lucky. They overdosed her with Parkinson medication and destroyed her brain cells and then blamed the patient for being schizophrenic. My Mother never had any mental symptoms, until she took the pills and then she developed immediately hallucinations and alzheimers. It was only here in BC that I was able to find one book that explained the importance of giving the right dosage to people or risk brain cell destruction.
They also did not explain that there are two forms of Parkinsons. One form they could treat and the other with lesions they cannot.One had to think why would they over dose her on purpose? Did they want access to her brain under the false pretense of wanting to cure her?
No one gives their body to science and they need bodies. They don't get dead bodies so they secretly work with live ones. They always have the excuse well they are students and don't know everything but the doctor who is supposed to be there is out golfing. lol

Today everything is disclosed to the public and then maybe not, but in those days you could not say no to people like Heinz Lehman and Donald Cameron or any doctor. You ask them questions and they answer, that's why we are doctors and you are not.

Cameran ran the MK ULTRA at McGill University. It was financed by the US military and the CIA where patients were brutalized, maimed with drugs, shocks and lobotomies as a means to “depattern” and “re-program” the human mind. In truth they wanted to see how far a person would go before he cracked and was able to devulge information.

It would not be an exaggeration to think that maybe they could turn a man into a robot through hypnotism, triggered to act by a certain word or phrase.Many people on city streets don't remember anything of what was done to them in these wards.

After that,in the 60's ,LSD was made in McGill labs and maybe even sold to the people on the street, thanks to people like psychologist Timothy Leary, who encouraged students to “turn on, tune in, and drop out.” This created an entire counterculture of drug abuse and spread the drug from North America to the United Kingdom and the rest of Europe. Even today, use of LSD in the United Kingdom is significantly higher than in other parts of the world.

Leary in the end admitted that taking drugs was not good . Too little too late.

These people using LSD ended up in hospitals where the psychiatrists wanted them, because now they required and could have, more mental experiments done on them using other drugs like largactile, truth serum, chlorpromazine. Who would know?

Donald Ewan Cameron himself was a very scary kind of character. Some would call him a mad man.

He wanted the weak to be separated from the strong and that the weak should have no access to children. He wanted the weak to be removed from society and the root cause of mental illness eradicated. Reading about him really gives you reason to question every doctor, especially psychiatrists.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donald_Ewen_Cameron.

I noticed doctors behaviors with my own child, when he had ear infections that wouldn't go away.

The doctor wanted to put a hole in his ear drum and I said no, so he walked out the door. He had no use for me because I was not going to let him make money off my child from the government.

He did not tell me I could spend a week in Florida and cure my sons ear for good without surgery. It was not in his interest.

I had to figure this out for myself.

To not be able to trust your fellow man because of money, makes everything in life very difficult to deal with and no matter where we look, the church, government, medicine, politics, media , business etc...it's always the same thing.

People are not trained to look for and find truth but truth does exist.

I found it always in the basics I was brought up with, where I was taught to differentiate right from wrong and good from bad.

These childhood lessons saved me many a time because people give themselves away enough for the truth to seep through and be seen. You just have to know what to look for and be able to be strong enough to walk away.

In philosophy I guess it's called being able to sift through the grid, the things you don't want, to be able to see things that are left, as they really and truly are.

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At the end of the day, you retire to your room , sit down and reflect on all the statues of great men, learned men of science, law and philosophy whose words you study because of the honor bestowed unto them by the academic fields as well as nations.

You sit and wonder who exactly were these men and under what conditions did they warrant the term "Your Honor" attached to them.

Then you switch back into Shakespeares' tragedies where by villains hid in shadows to camouflage their black souls, behind their " honor ".

Truth...........Veritas.

SALUTE!

Have a good day :)

Memory Lane

The first time I was a flower girl was at my Aunts wedding.
I must have just turned 3.
In those days it seems every one had dresses made of Satin.
My Mom's dress was beautiful. So was my Aunts' .

I was the youngest and not really sure what was going on. There were two other, much older girls and they were always nasty to me.
We were all told to hold my Aunts trane but
one kept pushing me so I fall and the other kept pinching me, so
I would defend myself while holding her trane and this was a typical comedy you see on TV in weddings, with bad behavior between people having to do with the bride.lol

They were four years older and should have know better and told to stop but instead,
everyone kept telling me to stop fighting while they stood like they were offended by my behavior.

They took a picture and I was the saddest little girl there, looking heart broken at my Aunt and then at the camera, while the other two stood
arrogant and stuffy holding their bouquets in front of the bride and groom.
I think, between the two of them, they even tore my dress.

I don't remember much of the day except that it was quite a stressful one for me.

This rivalry between kids continued for a long time.

When my aunt had her baby boy I loved to watch him in his crib.
He was a fat little rascal with chubby cheeks and he'd lay there kicking away.
Sometimes being 4 and very knowledgeable already when it came to changing diapers I would help out and then help him hold the bottle so he could drink.

My Grand Mother told us one day that she scolded him because he was also quick, stubborn and into everything just like me. He told her she better stop or he wouldn't let her wipe his bum anymore. Well ! she said: What a loss . lol
He never lived that one down . lol

By now there were three girls and my baby cousin who would come with their parents for dinner to my Grand Mothers House. The older girls were the same old stuffy ones. They tried to hold my cousin who didn't like to be held and then there was me and another girl who was one year younger. She became more of a playmate for me, but she always liked to cry .

She cried over everything and it wasn't just a cry but a sort of low bellow.
She would begin on a very low note and head on up the scale to a high note.
This is probably where she got her ear for piano cause she was born knowing the scale. lol
She played but she never liked it lol

I found it quite entertaining to listen to her when she started because
it annoyed the adults. They hated it and she got spanked for it all the time which made her bellow more.

When she finally did stop, we'd be sitting there, I'd pinch her gently from behind.
She never knew it was me and she'd begin all over again.
Parents were strict in those days and I was glad for once it wasn't me in trouble lol
My cousin later always got me into trouble because I was 4 years older and it was my job to watch him while the adults ate dinner.

If he'd get into some trouble I was blamed and even spanked. My Dad would say when we get home, which terrified me because I knew he meant it and would not forget.
To this day I don't know what they expected me to do?

Once my cousin found out I would get into trouble for what he did, he made sure to do more bad things around me.
This got me very upset and I began to refuse going there or to play with him but then he'd complain to my Dad that he wanted to do something and I didn't and my Dad would lay into me and order me to watch him. I'd say
No, you go and watch him. I don't want to .

Then I'd get into trouble and my cousin would sit and smirk.
We all get our turn I guess lol

My little bellowing friends' claim to fame was once when her Mom was holding her, she pretended to have a piece of chocolate in her hand and she put it into her Mom's mouth. Her Mom enjoyed it till she tasted a ball of poop. She got it from her diaper.
That story kept us giggling for a long time. lol

They took a picture of us all sitting together at one dinner party and she and I were smiling, all innocence, while the two older girls were still huffy and serious looking. I don't know if any one of us ever liked each other but it had nothing to do with the younger gals. It was the older gals with the problem. I know one of them had a very strict up bringing even worse than I did.

I don't have pictures to share because my Father foolishly gave all our photos to my cousin who promised to put them on a disc for him. My Dad told me what he did and I was very annoyed with him for doing this because I told him he will never see them again.
This upset him and he tried to get them back but then he died and I asked my cousin also to give them back but..........
so far nothing.

My Aunt had another baby, a daughter and it ended up that the three of us played together. The other three girls were friends of the family and I didn't see much of them.

What was funny though was that one of the older girls got married and was very happy with her new husband.
She took birth control pills and died within a year of marriage at around 26. She left her home to go somewhere and collapsed in the front yard. From what I heard it sounded like a vein burst in her brain and it had something to do with these pills. They changed the pills after that for women.
This was a very upsetting time for her family because she was the only daughter and they raised her to be the best at everything. She was especially good at piano. Goes to show, no matter how strict you are with your kids or how much you guard them , shit happens.

The other older one's life was not very good . Her parents were very obliging. Anything she wanted she would sniffle out of them. She was into ballet and dancing. Once I found her ballet shoes and tried them on. It was the first time I was able to stand on my toes and I loved the feeling. My parents never let me do anything. Unlike my friends who hated piano, I wanted to play. My Dad had a chance to get me a piano for 54 dollars but my Mother refused saying it would be too noisy and she didn't want to listen to all the noise I would make all day. I remember he was disappointed and my Aunt and Gramma were quite upset with my Mom cause they believed in exposure for children. So My Mom got a teacher at school to give me lessons on a card key board and this made no sense for me so I never learned. The teacher said I had no talent and my Mom was only too happy to pass this on to my Gramma and Aunt.

Anyway , this other older girl was busy marrying and divorcing last I heard.
My youngest friend who I played with, died of pancreatic cancer. She went wild in high school and our friendship suffered on account of it.
She had one boy and her parents who were already quite old, had a very hard time getting over it.
No parent wants to see their child die before they do.
This girl was not an easy child to raise and almost died from ....... maybe meningitis. I remember the whole church praying for her when we were kids.
In those days the adults always whispered and we caught a bit here and a bit there but kids were usually sent away to another room.

So out of that group only my two cousins and I remained close but now, even we are far apart.
It's funny how life takes over and everyone goes their own way.

In those days polio was prevalent. There was a little neighbor girl afflicted with it but I had shots so I was spared.
We had many thalidomide babies born with short arms and legs. I could have been one of them if my mom took these nausea pills but she refused and down my street we had a bungalow used as a care unit for babies with water on the brain.

I have no idea why this was but we'd walk and look down an incline and we'd see them all in cribs, some with bigger heads than others. Then they would eventually die. We never hear of such things today.

The milk was brought to my Grand Mothers house by a horse and carriage and the horse sometimes left droppings which of course I had to taste. Then they came to pave the street and they tarred it. My Mom just dressed me in a fine new white dress for Sunday. The first thing I did was get into the tar and she had a job getting it out of my hair. The dress went into the garbage.

The first year of school I must have caught everything from the other kids. The doctor back then made house calls and mine came numerous times even during the night to see me. Looking back it was like from Brontes time or even better, from the book, Little Women.

My Mom would shut my blinds and sit with me all day and night with compresses and then she'd hear a knock on the door around midnight and outside in the cold and snow, was the doctor.
She'd be shocked that he was so vigilant and caring.
We all have angels and he was mine.

We also had by, what is now the La Fontaine Tunnel, a huge building for mental afflictions.
We would see so many people walking outside but we were told to stay away because we did not know what to expect of them. Sometimes they threw things at you over the fence.
There are many horror stories about what went on in that building in those days.
One never wanted to end up there, that's for sure. As you walked by, you could not help but feel sorry for them because they looked so sad and confused and angry.

Once you begin going down memory lane more and more things pop up.

Have a good one :)

The Innocent Traveller

I just finished reading a very nice Canadian novel, the Innocent Traveller, which is basically a saga of a woman, who lived 100 years.

It touched upon both England and Canada, mostly Vancouver, from 1895 on wards.

Topaz lived the life of a single woman. It gave me a little smirk because when I got married and they issued my marriage certificate, it said spinster of age on it.

I laughed when I saw it then and I still laugh at the comedy of being called a spinster, in my still young 20's.

Had I married at 15 or 16, the marriage certificate would have said the same thing.

The book went through this "spinsters'" child hood, how she was raised, how the people around her died, how this affected her life and how finally she arrived on the shores of English Bay to live on Hastings Street.

By the sound of how they portray this street and China town, this once must have been the best area to live in.

The life this lady lived reminded me of my own Aunt Eugenia, who was also a lovely, lively, carefree woman. She loved everything, life, love children family and wherever she went her

gusto for life affected every one around her. She was followed around like bees to honey, admired, invited everywhere for tea.

She had no time for philosophy or politics but roses, flowers, picnics, parties , good cooking

everything having to do with entertainment,was what she was good at.

She loved to dress and sewed her own ball gowns which she looked dazzling in.

This was a lady with so many high heeled shoes, which are still in style today, and hats and necklaces, all of which I covered myself in, from head to toe.

She was a lot different from my own strict Mother.

She never complained when I got into her closet and would laugh seeing me all dolled up in her things.

I have to admit I was a cutie pie from the pictures where she was holding hugging and kissing me after I was so naughty.

But one time she was not so happy with me and I actually made her cry.

This was when she worked a whole month at the sewing factory, to buy herself

a very expensive bottle of perfume.

Of course I went into her room and found it. Her room always smelled nice because she had this mirror tray on her boudoir with old fashioned perfume atomizers which you were able to pushpush from a little ball at the end of a tube. I still prefer these kind of perfume dispensers to the new ones which take the personal touch away from the person using it and only promotes the brand name of the seller.

They were gorgeous and I so loved to touch and look at them.

But this perfume she did not have time or maybe did not want to put into the atomizer and left the bottle in the mirror tray.

So my little fingers grabbed it and opened it, and dumped it on my white curly head.

Not only did I do that but I also heard some one coming so I hid under the bed and dumped the rest of it on my head .

I was able to sit under there so I must have been small or the bed must have been very high.

Of course I stunk to high heaven and I don't remember who found me but I don't think it was my aunt.

I think it was my Mother and she was aghast at what I had done because she was always chasing me out of my aunts' room.

We all lived together at that time like they did in Topaz' time.

My aunt came home and she cried.

No matter what they did they could not get the smell out of my hair for a month and every day she would come home I would sit and remind her of the awful thing I did and she'd go into her room to wipe a tear from her eye.

I felt soo bad because I finally understood that I had hurt this beautiful womans' feelings badly.

She was not married at that time and I was very protective of her when gentlemen callers came to visit.

Whenever they would sit on the couch, I would make sure to come sit between them.

When ever they would touch her hand I would take it away lol

One day, the man who would become my uncle, was doing things because he was amused by the way I was defending my aunt. He would sit and laugh and I got angry and told him that if he did not stop touching my aunt I was going to push him and he would get his pants wet in a river.

This was a very big thing for me. lol

Until he died, he reminded me of what I threatened him with and kept asking me if I still wanted to push him so he got his pants wet.lol

I had the same experience with my husbands' nephew.

My husband and I just got married and we were all sitting talking and somehow he asked me if his uncle and I slept together. Of course I told him Oh no. Uncle has his bed and I have mine.

Well his parents slept together , so his feelings were very hurt for me because I had to sleep by myself.

So my precious hero announced. Don't worry Auntie, I'm going to sleep with you. lol BIG MISTAKE!

Now he is grown, married, with his own children and I always ask him if he still wants to sleep with me. He gets embarrassed but I being an old chicken now, just laugh.

And so........this is family.

This is why family is important.

It keeps you alive and busy thinking about and caring about people around you who you love and become meaningful to you and your very existence. You worry about them and get into their business all for the purpose of having good will so they don't make big mistakes

which can cost them dearly raising their families.

So the Innocent Traveller brought back many memories for me because the people in it were very similar to those in my own family, where there always sat a heirarch which held things together by caring and then the heirarch dies and things disperse.

No matter how much you didn't like it, you respected family because it was the right thing to do.

You honoured it,because these people, with their busy body behavior loved and cared about you and what came out of their mouths could be trusted.

Every one of these people would stand up for you and your honor as much as for the family honor.

This is so different from todays' world where no one cares until someone is found in a ditch.

They put blame every where except where it belongs.

You always ask why was this person alone?

Why was this person not surrounded by a loving family?

Families separate. Behavior is selfish. Kids are not catered to and so much love is lost to

other things

and we wonder what happened to family?

Passion is also not something you get every day and breeding is not something that happens over night because you read a book or got a diploma. These things like family, become a way of life.

You have a passion for something that lasts a lifetime and breeding is something that keeps saying no, at a time when everything else says yes.

And yes keeps running on , saying yes till life becomes unbearable, and you wonder when and why NO became a bad word.

I enjoyed this book and it probably is something kids should read to have a taste of the old ways.

Who knows, it might skip a generation and have it grow on them, and their parents might end up being the lucky ones.

:)

Have a great Day!

Tall Gray Men

I was living in Singapore and doing all the things many Singapore wives do while their husbands go to work each day.
We sit and cater to our kids.
We get involved in many fund raisers for the school, Cub Scouts, drama .
It was during their first Christmas play Cinderella, that I decided to try painting a 10 x 20 prop so the kids would have a real back drop they could enjoy and the parents could later come up after the play and take pictures of.
It was a success and I got hooked into painting lol
But all this work cost me. I lost a baby because of it and then once I got pregnant again I said to myself I will take care of this one and stayed in bed and told the doctor make sure this baby is well taken care of. The baby comes first.
The woman doctor I had did her job well and watched me like hawk.

During this time my husband also got me a scooter. I enjoyed riding it to no end.
When my parents came to visit I took my Dad out in the rain and we had a great time.
I brought him home and he went to my Mom and said:

Gosh I had a ride of my life.
She drove well and we didn't slip once.
My Dad was very good with me when it came to toys with motors lol

But I had a great scooter and there was no way it would slip lol.

I used to take my son to school on it and he had a lot of fun.
This scooter meant a lot to me as after work my husband would come home and take his huge bike and together we'd go to the beach
or scoot up into Malaysia. It was great to ride into small areas for discovery reasons, easy to park and I used it to go to the hospital for my check ups. My husband at this point, drove along behind me to make sure I got there.lol
There are not many women riding scooters in Singapore so when I'd show up at the hospital the parking guards were always impressed with me. lol

They called me

the crazy guailo woman.
Then it came time to have the baby. The water broke but what came out was thick and greeny.
The doctor said the baby pooped and I had to go have an immediate C section.
She didn't give us time to think and I did not have time to even say goodbye to my husband or my boy, who was also very concerned that something bad was going to happen.
I went in at 11:30 pm and by 12:30 - 1 am, I had the baby.

They were wheeling me out and I was just awakening, to see 4 tall skinny men all dressed in gray robes, with long gray beards. They were debating between themselves. One said:
She isn't doing what she is supposed to and another came to my defense and said:
Give her another chance.
Then they noticed I was coming out of my sleep and disappeared. I was being transported to my room on a guerney and my husband was running beside it and all he said was:
He's beautiful.
I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
In my room I finally saw my beautiful baby boy but I was plagued by the disturbing vision I had.

They must have put something down my throat because I had a very sore throat and could not talk. I think they destroyed something because I had a very nice voice but now would never sing again.

Eventually I told my husband my vision and how upset I was because my fate was being determined and that I had a mission to do in life and did not know what it was .

If I knew, I would do it.I came close to losing my life and would never have seen this precious child I waited so long for, but since my husband and I had a deal we would have one every 15 years, he came on schedule lol.

My first boy was not very pleased because he did not really understand what this was all about and when he held his little brother for the first time, He called him a dork and told him that he better not touch his computer. His baby brother grabbed his nose and said agoo..lol and this is when he understood the baby was entirely empty headed and not going to be a problem.

He really became protective of the baby and made sure nothing happened to him.

When we left the hospital with little Nick, my husband drove up to the parking attendant to pay and he said smiling :

What, no more motorcycle?

We gaily said no and the first place we went to was the American Club where every one saw the white frilly basket bassinet I made and rushed over to see and welcome a brand new life.

My baby boy slept like an angel and I was a very happy Mama.

Singapore is a very contained society. People are polite hard working and the laws were strict so you never worried about crime. It was a very safe place to live and raise a family.

It was easy getting used to this and to raise a family drug free . It was a treat to have no need to explain why every where you went you required a chaperone.I liked it.

When we got back to Canada, we had the culture shock because here, every one swore, crime and corruption was everywhere as well as drugs and a lot of homelessness. New comers were turning our beautiful country into something ugly with all their terrorism problems. We had to keep our doors locked and for the first time in a long time, I was afraid.

We ourselves felt like we were becoming victims because the laws were not working like they used to. Criminals were prepared for the law because they were the ones breaking it. They knew how to work it so innocent people fell, one after another.How do you win a drug war if for example the judge believes in it.?

Then I thought to myself.......is this my mission?

Was I to begin fighting against all this to help people reflect because they did not understand what was expected of them? The people all played a role in life but there was no essence.

There was no God.

Up until now I had no reason to think about God or how much he needed help.

So I began to talk and write and tell people what he meant to me and how it is I knew that he existed and why he is important to each and every one of us.

Even if you are not a believer, he is still in you.

You might call it a dormant place inside your heart but he is still in there

separating you from what is wrong and what is right.

I began writing in papers and the papers put things in because the articles are different and prone to attacks. I was attacked, called many names and then a few people began to write saying

what I said made sense and the wrong people are being allowed to sway the public.

In a small way I began a debate between people.

People are afraid to voice their opinion. Parents are afraid to lose their children, their jobs etc.. Liberalism ran amok and the reins had to be pulled in.

Today what you see all around you, is life running amok.

Not everything is ok and people have to fight back because if they don't, the wrong guys will be running government and the world , at every ones' expense.

So today I sit with my blog hoping it will make a small difference.

I am not looking to be popular but hey........if God needs help,

it costs me nothing to lend him a hand.

I will speak for his cause where I can .

That's the least I can do at my age especially since he was so good to me.

But who were these tall gray men?

I have no idea.

Maybe death, maybe time, maybe people from the future.

I am still alive, so maybe , finally,

I am doing something I was born to do. lol

Have a good one.

:)

The Myth of Saints and Angels

I loved the movie with Cary Grant called the Bishops Wife.

It was a story about a Bishop who worked towards acquiring a huge Church and had no time for anything else which was meaningful, like his wife, his old parish where he had a beautiful boys' choir, and so according to his wish for help an Angel showed up, Cary Grant.

He helped fix the important things in the Bishops life by making him realize what was important and what was not.

It is hard to get these quality kind of movies today.

Today the only one which had any big impact on me was the one with Brad Pitt in the movie

Joe Black.

People don't believe in Saints and Angels any more than they believe in Santa Claus and even God but we all need these beliefs even if we don't acknowledge the need.

We all need love, kindness, help, trust, beauty, at one time or another.

We are strong and yet we are also frail.

I guess this is why we are called social beings.

We are people who need people to feed our souls.

We all need magic and miracles and fantasy in order to grow as people.

I guess we also need evil so as to force us into never forgetting who we are and who we need to become lol.

Our whole lives we feed on stories and we become stories to other people.

Every one of us is a story.

Every one of us is a legend.

Every one of us is an Angel and a Saint.

Every one of us knows evil as well as good.

Every one of us has God within us because of the soul we carry inside,

that's called life.

We may not believe things exist but we are all the things we don't believe in.

Life , being human and social, causes each one of us to play the roles of all of the above things.

Saying it this way makes it sound kinda insane.

God is one.

But then we are one with God as well.

He cannot be escaped even if we don't believe in him.

The trick is with the Devil for he tries to become God.

He tries to become one with everything.

He is the Black Swan.

He is the one which fights against perfection.

He says to people we are not perfect and it is hypocritical for us to think we are or can ever be.

So when we see perfection we covet it, hate it, try to destroy it.

Every time perfection is destroyed, it is replaced by imperfection.

The Devil wants all perfection to be destroyed and everything to become one with him in

imperfection.

This would then make him equal to and more powerful than God

and therefore perfect. lol

And what is perfection?

Perfection is God.

No matter what he does, the only way the devil can rule, is under the perfect God.

So God can never be replaced.

People fight against the word perfection.

It is not easy to reach this level because you have to be better than other people at what you do.

There are many ballerinas but not many perfect ones.

There are many doctors but not many perfect ones.

Some stand out more than others and they are both liked and disliked for being who they are.

What people do not understand is that we cannot escape being perfect.

We are all perfect at something no matter how miniscule it may seem.

The only thing we can hope and wish for, is that whatever we become perfect in,

it is not at something dreadful because all that does is make a person work against himself .

The Devil is known as a liar for he does not disclose the truth to mankind.

He is not forthcoming in what the true meaning of the word

PERFECTION

is.

Perfection exists as do Saints and Angels and Santa Claus.

Saints and Angels are not myths.

We need them all to function as social beings.

My Guardian Angel sits on my shoulder every day to guide me.

Sometimes he makes me cry cause I make decisions I am against making.

He shows me my frailties as a human being, my imperfections.

but then I believe in God.

With God and my Angel, I know I will over come and correct my mistakes and forge on towards the light,

toward perfection which will make a bigger and better impact on the universal plane.

As people, we all have the capability, to achieve this end.

As long as there is the word, there is existence.

Have a good Day :)

A Swan Lake Melody to Dream By

When I was a child I loved listening to Swan Lake.

I would sit in my room on my rocking chair close my eyes and dream a story to go with the music and the title of the record.

To this day I love music like this where you can close your eyes, know nothing about the story line and let the music speak to you, so you could make up your own story to it. Then I would dance to it all the while dreaming I was a swan and terrible things were happening around me, storms, wind... I had to fly and get away.

We had the big LP's and I cherished them because I loved the RCA dog they drew on each one.

My radio console was similar to the one in the bottom right hand corner . It had the radio on top and then the record player in a drawer you had to open to play.

Sometimes the bulbs in the back would burn and my Dad had to buy new ones and I guess this is why one day it just disappeared.

Everything disappeared in my house and I had nothing to say about it.

My grand mother had a radio, similar to the one on the left and she had it till she died, a long long time.
I didn't think to take it after she was gone but it wasn't the same as mine.

I watched a Swan Lake Ballet once on TV and to see how the ballerina transformed herself from a bird into a human was just so beautiful and enchanting, it left an ever lasting impression on me.

I believed everything I saw on TV and heard on the radio was happening right there and then.

No one told me about recordings lol

One day I kept hearing the same songs over and over and I thought......

well maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea to be a singer if you had to spend all your time at the radio station singing those same songs over and over and over again.

This got me thinking that people wouldn't do that for no amount of money. lol

I remember how mesmerized I was with Disneys' stories and cartoons.

Then they brought the man himself to the Mickey Mouse Club and I remember thinking

what a wonderful person he must be to do so many nice things for kids.
I wished he was my grand father cause he even looked a bit like him.

I thought my Grandfather was a Saint.
One day I asked my Grand Mother if he was and she cracked up.
I never heard her laugh so hard while she went telling every one what I thought about her husband . lol
But to this day I think he was a Saint because he was so nice to me
He had deep blue eyes which sparkled when they looked at me and he never lost his temper.
I was shy, so I never liked to sit in anyone's lap but when it came to him I would gladly climb up into them and we'd both sit like two peas in a pod.

Every day , when I was around 2, he'd sit at one end of the table, configuring something on a pad with a pencil ( he was an engineer by training) and I'd sit at the other end of the table in my high chair.
Then he'd stop and look at me and smile cause I was watching him like a hawk.
He'd make up a nonsensical name for me.

One day he said:
Kunya. Then he pointed to his fore head and then then to the table to show that I was empty headed . I thought this was funny and couldn't wait to see him every day to call him and do the same thing back always in such good humor.
My Grandmother would get mad at him and say:
Look what you are teaching her!
She does this only to you! and he'd laugh.
I did it with such relish, they thought I would break my finger banging my forehead and the table with my little finger.
When he died I prayed so hard that he went to heaven to be with the beautiful Angels.

The night he died, he came to my bed just as I was going into dream land. I opened my eyes and there he was smiling.
I closed my eyes curling up on my side, thinking Grand Pa is here. I can sleep now.
The next morning I told my Mom and she told me she was making coffee and turned around and he was sitting at the table like he always did.
He said in a nonchalant way: Mary! Bring me some coffee.
She said: Ok Dad and turned around to pour him a cup but then remembered he died and turned but he wasn't there.
I think he came to say good bye for the last time.
Both my Mom and I were surprised to have the same story to tell about him, the same night.

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I never missed the Mickey Mouse Club with Annette.

They didn't put too much stuff out on TV to over whelm you but just enough to make you want more and to learn from them.

My Mom always put me to bed at 7 pm and I would always complain because

Disneyland would come on. So she would give me a treat by saying ok you can watch it but then up to bed.

The rest of the evening they had to listen to

I want some water. I want to go pee. I'm hungry. Anything not to sleep. lol

This must have been quite irritating to go through every night for them.
Eventually my Mom would come in and lie down beside me and tell me she knew how to hypnotize me so I would sleep. She proceeded waving her fingers in front of my eyes saying:
You are getting sleepy. Your eyes are getting very tired lol
After 10 minutes I'd open them and giggle and she would too pretending I tricked her into believing I was asleep.
But when she did it with the cat, she succeeded. The cat would always fall asleep.

My kids???

My kids never had bed time.

We would sit and read and play until I fell asleep and they'd still be wide awake. lol

But bed times were less stressed cause we stayed together.
I would make up stories off the cuff and they would laugh listening to them.
Then the next night they'd say Mommy, tell me the story you told me last night lol
And I would not remember what it was but some stories were so good I wish I taped them, cause even I enjoyed making them up.

I remember one I told them, about the Pick Nose Kid.
They laughed and laughed listening to it and I'd love to watch their eyes grow big.
It was just like Christmas every night.
Their cheeks would grow rosy and the eyes would sparkle.

These cherished days are my diamonds in the sky.
I collected so many of them over the years.

Today I still love Swans and the ballet.

They are powerful elegant and gentle birds.

Their faces look stern like they have something to say and
yet like the ballerina with her soft wings,
you would hate to watch them fly away.
I could watch these birds forever.
Life is a story, a melody, to dream by.

Have a good one.:)

I Am A Thousand Winds - So Beautiful

Lyrics to I Am A Thousand Winds :

Don’t stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain

I am a thousand winds
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am a thousand winds that blow

Don’t stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
I am the swift rush of birds in flight
Soft stars that shine at night

I am a thousand winds
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am a thousand winds that blow

Don’t stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain

I am a thousand winds
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glint on snow
I am a thousand winds that blow

Don’t stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain

I am a thousand winds
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am a thousand winds that blow

Don’t stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
I am the swift rush of birds in flight
Soft stars that shine at night

I am a thousand winds
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am a thousand winds that blow

Don’t stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain

I am a thousand winds
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glint on snow
I am a thousand winds that blow


This beautiful song was written for the victims of the Japanese Tsunami.
You can almost feel and taste ancestral memories here
A thousand winds touching upon your hair,a rush of birds and sunlight on grain
Very spiritual.
A thousand winds in the sunlight, the autumn rain and glinting snow.
A thousand winds keeps you awake and you are special
A diamond glint on snow.

Diamonds are hard to destroy, like the spirit of the people and memories left behind.

So don't cry at my grave for I did not die
I am the thousand winds that blow, a diamond glint on snow.

This song is so precious and lovely.

:)

Good Life Begins with Marijuana ??

Most drug addicts begin with marijuana but then they need a bigger buzz. Today they have a lot more video info on marijuana which shows that it is not something to smoke

http://www.narconon.ca/Marijuana.htm

Laboratory studies have shown that animals exhibit symptoms of drug withdrawal after cessation of prolonged marijuana administration. Some human studies have also demonstrated withdrawal symptoms such as irritability, stomach pain, aggression, and anxiety after cessation of oral administration of tetrahydrocannabinol (THC), marijuana's principal psychoactive component. Now, NIDA-supported researchers at McLean Hospital in Belmont, Massachusetts, and Columbia University in New York City have shown that individuals who regularly smoke marijuana experience withdrawal symptoms after they stop smoking the drug.

Studies at Columbia University in New York City have demonstrated that, in addition to aggression, marijuana smokers experience other withdrawal symptoms such as anxiety, stomach pain, and increased irritability during abstinence from the drug. "These results suggest that dependence may be an important consequence of repeated daily exposure to marijuana," says NIDA.

Signs of Marijuana Abuse

Some noticeable signs of Marijuana abuse include:

- Rapid, loud talking and bursts of laughter in early stages of intoxication. - Sleepy or stuporous in the later stages. - Lack of concentration and coordination. - Forgetfulness in conversation. - Inflammation in whites of eyes. - Odor similar to burnt rope on clothing or breath. - Distorted sense of time passage - tendency to overestimate time intervals. - Craving for sweets. - Increased appetite. - Use or possession of paraphernalia including roach clip, packs of rolling papers, pipes or bongs. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Interesting Info per country. http://www.emcdda.europa.eu/publications/country-overviews/fr In the Netherlands, with the introduction of Legal Marijuana use, Marijuana use increased as opposed to before. So you see more people with side effects, driving cars on city streets and making important decisions for the nation. -----------------------------------------------------------------

People begin with drugs either for fun, or to get away from stress for a while, and eventually this process grows and they are trapped into a lifestyle they can't control.
Looking at Europe today and all the trouble it's in, one has to think that if every one does drugs there, then what kind of decision making goes on in their governments and if we in fact in North America should follow their example.
They say America is bad but many people are still conservative here and do not believe in European Liberal standards and it seems for good reason.People in North America believe in the work ethic and God.

Vancouver is a great place for drug people to come to cause the weather is mild and pot can be grown everywhere. This is Hastings street but it is not uncommon to walk in any neighborhood and see pot plants in peoples gazebos for personal use.
It's not uncommon to see drug busts.
I myself had this heavy marijuana smell in my back yard and it offended me so I reported it thinking someone was smoking it but I had to breath it in my back yard.

The result was my neighbor losing his house when the police came with their drug dogs, (including my yard). The house was not next door but three houses away. They were growing drugs in their basement and the ventilation was blowing a heavy smell into my yard.
Their business affected my business and many other peoples business when they sold it to our kids. Parents have to be able to say no and control kids but that's hard to do if your neighbor sells them pot and tells every one you do not own your kids.

Well it certainly becomes your problem when they get into trouble though. lol
Being a vigilant stay at home Mother, I was able to somewhat clean up my area of living but adults do drugs themselves so this doesn't make you a very popular person to object.

In the mean time schools have problems controlling kids .During school hours, they are responsible for them and when a kid gets upset and runs out of the school, teachers and principals have to chase them around till they catch them, instead of spending our tax money for things like teaching. Kids doing drugs, even marijuana, cause it's available in their home,do not study. Then parents make more demands for special ed but no one cares why these kids turn out the way they do. They just throw everything on the tax payer.
Well the tax payer can't afford liberalism any more. There are no jobs here. It's all in China. So unless China wants to buy our pot............. ? lol

Everything being dopey and fun means as taxpayers,we waste our money on young people who have no chance in the world to succeed in life and pull every one else around them down.
You see them lying around in the middle of the streets like garbage bags, off of King George in Surrey.
You see women prostitutes with probable Venereal diseases using facilities in McDonalds to shoot up and leave needles behind. These are places your child could have a part time job in
and be exposed to the dangers associated with drugs and prostitution. If your child is nice they come and offer them a job or rape them lol
Before you know it, you lost your kid to drugs and a street life.

It depends on what you want but as an adult I always conducted my life so that my children were not exposed to bad things. They should not grow thinking that it is OK to do most of the things liberalism says is ok.

They should not be taught this in elementary school, so that by the time they are 1o- 12 years of age, they become little people living the life of an old grown up.

I mean, we take away dreams from them by discouraging things like God and Santa Claus and the Easter bunny and replace it with political liberalism they have no business knowing at their age.

Exageration?

I think not.
An adult is responsible for the care of its youth because youth is the future of man's survival.
Raising children should be taken seriously.
If no one cares then why should anyone else care
We pay taxes to promote constructive societies.
If we do not want constructive societies, there is no need to pay taxes.

Have a great day:)

MADD

I was sitting waiting for my dough to rise.

I finally bought yeast , which is not dead. lol

It is my favorite brand, Fleischmans, which never lets you down.

I jumped to the ceiling when I saw it worked with the warm water and sugar cause now I can try out my whey from yesterday to make the dough.

So I did and while I waited for it to rise, I sat down to think what to write for my next blog .

Well of course the dogs bark and my husband went to check why and lo and behold there was the local paper which he brought in and put beside me and stupid me has to look at it. lol

Well ....my New Years resolution should be not to listen to the news anymore.

It doesn't concern me anymore as there is nothing I can do anyway.

If I have something to say I say it in my blog and get it off my chest but news today just keeps you in a continuous foul mood.

There are fresh new faces, new leaders, empty heads , who are taking over and people with equally empty heads, as my Mom would say, following them.

Why? Well, it's all about sex I've been told.

Today, everything is related to sex.

People are sold on this fact because nothing is more important than sex.

Life, cannot be called living,unless there's sex and to have good sex, you need accessories to keep you unwound to enjoy it more.

A little wine, beer, etc...

marijuana.....cocaine.... ecstacy...mdma... salvia....purcoset....

etc.....

On the front page of Our Surrey Leader, they began again about the benefits of legalizing pot.

They wrote Marijuana is not safe but violence poses more danger so legalize it and tax it they said. It's smoother and safer they said if you buy it from a reputable pharmacy.

Well there, I felt my blood pressure rising.lol

I grew up in a drug generation.

This being so, I had first hand glimpses into what drugs do to you and for you.

Unlike alcohol, where a person loses mobility and can trip and fall out of a third story window,

drugs give you hallucinations and affect your body with addictions which destroy DNA as well as

make you weaker as a body.

In fact, the Bible is known to have foretold, that every future generation will become weaker and we see this every day with increases in alzheimers, parkinsons, and other nerve/brain dysfunctions.

Everything we put in our bodies today, is of consequence.

I personally have stopped friends from stepping out, for a breath of fresh air, while high on something, out of third floor windows.

They became aggressive and fought with you while under the influence of drugs .

So this really did teach me the importance of always being in control of your mind and kept me away from ever partaking in any kind of drug use.

Many of my friends died or are in the process of dying from things like liver and pancreas cancers, accidents and I have to think, knowing how they lived, why this happened to them.

I most certainly would never want drugs for my kids or grand kids. Even Ritalin.

Drugs are just PLAIN BAD.

Now if we have to pay taxes for legal marijuana on the advice of people such as these, it shows me how empty headed people really are and this makes me think we really have no wise leaders to follow because the good guys, who care, don't get elected.

Now why would any fool, buy legal taxed marijuana, when they can buy it cheaper from a

pusher?

Are they catering to the affluent? Well they need money for drugs too and will rob the poor.

And what would stop this marijuana from being treated with other addictive drugs?

And How would legalizing it, stop people from wanting a bigger buzz?

Nothing is really resolved by legalizing marijuana.

The only thing it does, is get more people mad because more people will die.

Innocent people.

So I came to conclude that if they do have their way and legalize it, I will no longer care about people dying . Nor will I care about all these road side memorials people put up showing how much they care.

Actions speak louder than words.

If you legalize pot.......YOU DON'T CARE!!!!

MADD cares because they are active trying to stop drinking and even so people still drink and drive.

Now the way I see it, there is a bigger service performed by these people promoting legalized marijuana.

It initiated from Darwins' time when they told every one, overpopulation will cause global starvation.

We are suffering today because of climate change , global over population and starvation.

Legalizing marijuana will serve to kill more people (and maybe to bring into this world defective babies with the inability to think and reason so they are easier to control,) to lighten the load on the planet and provide it with more green, people fertilizer.

So in essence, these caring people are working, depending on how you want to perceive it, against you and for the planet.

So.........the question is........do you want to die?
Do you want to be controlled by corrupt dictators?

If the answer is yes, then there is no point for anyone to pay taxes for marijuana and there is no reason to fear danger by not legalizing it.

The end, is the the same. Early death.
This you can do illegally and cheaper, doing business with the pushers used today.

Nothing needs to change except for the fact that by keeping it illegal, the battle can still go on, to save people from themselves, by giving them a purpose to stay alive and in control of their minds saying NO to drugs.......

even without SEX lol

I am glad I am older and don't have to think about this anymore.

Nice to live a simple, conservative life.

Folks

Get high on love, fresh air, sports, close family and friends.


P.S. My Pizza came out great with pepperoni, onions mushrooms garlic,romano chedder feta cheeses and a nice herb tomato sauce with black pepper and fresh chopped green chillies. I have enough to make another 16 inch pizza.
but my Pizza is not jumbo size like what we got at Cornelli's in Montreal North.
Those Pizza's took up half of large round table fitting 16 people and cost around 19 dollars fully loaded. lol
I am sure the diameter was a good 34 inches and those guys threw the dough up into the air . Real Fancy Shmancy.
Them were the good ol days.

Enjoy your day :)

Milky Whey and Cheese

Today I made something I never made before

Paneer

We bought a lot of milk and of course the guys didn't drink it and the milk spoiled.

Usually I just throw it out but this time I thought I'd try to make something out of it.

So I boiled it and then added a cap full of lemon juice and a few cap fulls of white vinegar.

and stirred while turning the heat off.

It was fun to see curdles form.

I didn't have muslin to strain it in but I do have sieves with tiny holes just as good so I poured everything through there and let the whey drip away from the cheese.

Et Voila I had cheese.

You know.......it smells a little like baby breath which I loved to smell from my babies after they had their milk and went into dream land.

Its a special breath you never tire of smelling, from innocence.

I tasted it on some crackers and its great but if I let it sit over night, I will be able to cut it into squares and put it into a variety of Indian food specialties, especially curries and soups.

It is low in calories and you can add spices to it like onion, garlic and spinach.

Apparently it tastes better home made than what you buy in the stores and now I know why our Indian community fills up their carts with homogenized milk.

We buy milk with less calories and if I buy homogenized my son cackles like a spoiled rooster not getting his way. But Homogenized is the best milk for people who play hard all day.

I also have whey which is sorta clearing water left of the milk.

This is used for muscle building lol

But for our purposes here, whey can be used for soup and / or

making yeast dough for bread and pizza.

I really want to make mozzarella cheese which is so easy to do but have yet to find , where to buy rennet

It must be sold in natural food stores.

I love mozzarella cheese.

But then once I find the rennet , I'll be able to try making tons of things using it.

In Canada, everything is expensive because it passes through many hands before it gets to the store and trucking costs alone are a fortune.

So if you make things at home, you make more and cut spending costs.

If you have too much stuff, friends and relatives would appreciate a bit from your cache of stored goods. They make for good presents of food baskets.

Reading some blogs I found out that the farmer is not allowed to sell you fresh cow milk.

If he does, both you and he can get into a lot of federal trouble but if you own half or a quarter of the cow, you can use its' milk but you can't buy it.

What a horrible law. It's as if they think people are stupid and don't know milk needs to be boiled. So if you buy the cow hay, you don't pay for the milk and barter milk for hay.

My husband for example, loves soudjoux.

Its a spicy sausage filling you put into casings and allow to dry.

Used to be you could find the big cow casings to make gorgeous genoa salami but here in BC ,you only find the small intestine from pigs and goats etc..

Well I found out that once you make the sausage, you don't need to dry it.

You either form patties or sausages and then freeze them.

We usually like them fried with eggs so it really makes no difference if it's dry or frozen.

But the dry ones you can put into a bag like jerky and carry it on walk abouts and eat it at will.

It's very expensive to buy in the store so home made is highly recommended. :)

Well I began the new year with cheese.

Is it a good sign?

Well now the environmentalists will say we need less cows but we still have goats lol

Have a wonderful day !!!!

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Three handsome male dogs are walking down the street when they see a beautiful, enticing, female Poodle. The three male dogs fall all over themselves in an effort to be the one to reach her first, but end up arriving in front of her at the same time. The males are speechless before her beauty, slobbering on themselves and hoping for just a glance from her in return. Aware of her charms and her obvious effect on the three suitors, she decides to be kind and tells them 'The first one who can use the words 'liver' and 'cheese' together in an imaginative, intelligent sentence can go out with me.' The sturdy, muscular black Lab speaks up quickly
and says 'I love liver and cheese.' 'Oh, how childish,' said the Poodle. That shows no imagination or intelligence whatsoever. She turned to the tall, shiny Golden Retriever and said 'How well can you do? 'Um. I HATE liver and cheese,' blurts the Golden Retriever. 'My, my,' said the Poodle. 'I guess it's hopeless. That's just as dumb as the Lab's sentence.'
She then turns to the last of the three dogs and says, 'How about you, little guy?'
The last of the three, tiny in stature but big in fame and finesse, is the Taco Bell Chihuahua. He gives her a smile, a sly wink, turns to the Golden Retriever and the Lab and says.
'Liver alone. Cheese mine.'

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Churchills' Legacy

Churchill , a great orator and statesman, said many things.
He said it is a mistake to look far into the future.

He said with regard to Hitler:

We will fight. We will never surrender.

Churchill was and is still one of my very favorite people in history.

2012 looks like it will be a year when people will have to unite and pull together if we are to win the war against poverty hunger suffering and the economy.

This is the year when the words of Churchill will have to live again.

This is the year that will humble the CEO's and make them work for a living or resign.

This is the beginning of a new era and no one knows what it's all about but what we do know is that we can make it either something which will lead to death or something which can lead to

something too great to imagine.

For once in our lives, our future lies in our hands.

And it is not just for North America but all around the world.

The fact that the Euro is associated to no one country is a sign and it can go both ways.

Either it survives.........or it dies.

There is a lot of good will for the economy to survive with or without it.

This makes it a very exciting period to live in.

It lets you look at the future as either half full or half empty

Life during Churchills' time was difficult.

People moved forward and people will move forward again today.

We will forge ahead and make life and living a great time

to remember.

We will make great history full of enlightenment but this time

it will not be for Rome, Egypt, Israel or anyone.

It will be for the world.

It will be for you and for me.

It will be for our children and their children.

We have been forced into taking another step forward

and we will not fail our maker and

do the right thing to make him proud of us

as he already is.

God Bless Everyone.!

:)

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---------------------------------------------------------- More Quotes:

	If you are going through hell, keep going” – Sir Winston Churchill “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” – Oscar Wilde “You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.” – Christopher Columbus “If you want to change the way people respond to you, change the way you respond to people.” – Timothy Leary “Failure should be our teacher, not our undertaker. Failure is delay, not defeat. It is a temporary detour, not a dead end. Failure is something we can avoid only by saying nothing, doing nothing, and being nothing.” – Denis Waitley “Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand and melting like a snowflake. Let us use it before it is too late.” – Marie Beynon Ray “In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” – Albert Camus “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore, dream, discover.” – Mark Twain “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” - Nelson Mandela “We have no choice of what color we’re born or who our parents are or whether we’re rich or poor. What we do have is some choice over what we make of our lives once we’re here.” – Mildred Taylor