I visited the grave recently.. I know that I wasn’t there alone… I felt safe, secure and almost like someone was watching me…

I am a firm believer in angels.. and I’m sure that I have a guardian angel, I’m just not sure who it is……..

“We can all be angels to one another. We can choose to obey the
still small stirring within, the little whisper that says,
Go. Ask. Reach out. Be an answer to someone’s plea.
You have a part to play. Have faith.’
We can decide to risk that He is indeed there, watching, caring, cherishing
us as we love and accept love. The world will be a better place for it.
And wherever they are, the angels will dance.”
-Joan Wester Anderson

“We are like children, who stand in need of masters to enlighten us
and direct us; and God has provided for this,
by appointing his angels to be our teachers and guides.”
-Saint Thomas Aquinas

“We shall find peace. We shall hear angels,
we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.”
-Chekov

“Make yourself familiar with the angels, and behold them
frequently in spirit; for without being seen, they are present with you.
-Saint Francis de Sales

“To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.”
-Alphonse de Lamartine

“For God comments the angels to guard you in all your ways”
.-Pslams, 91:11

“The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond
our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.”
-Jean Paul Richter

“Angel of God, my guardian dear
To whom God’s love commits me here;
Ever this day be at my side,
To light and guard, to rule and guide.”
-Traditional Catholic Prayer

“When hearts listen, angels sing.”
-Unknown

“Let us be silent that we may hear the whisper of God.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Now it says: Facebook is temporarily unavailable, we are working on it —–

Have they been hacked ?????? :O

I’m starting to think someone has managed to hack facebook!! It’s been down for like an hour?! Wtf? I want my facebook back!!

If there’s one good thing I can do
One heart than I can mend ♥
One teardrop I can help replace

With laughter for a friend.

One unsaid word that I can say
To take away a wrong.
One little thing I can do
To make a weak faith strong.

If there’s a kindness I can show
However great or small,
Then my life will have some meaning -
That’s what matters most of all.

Little poems like this are what get me through the day.

According to a report………

Some parents feel “unprecedented levels of angst” to pick cool enough names for their kids, with some even hiring consultants, according to a June Wall Street Journal report.

Baby-book authors charge clients $50 for a list of “special” names, and half-hour phone consultations go for $95. Another adviser charges $350 for three calls plus a comprehensive linguistic history of the selected name, and one California mother paid $475 to a numerologist to “test” the name Leah Marie for “positive associations.”

You’ve got to be kidding me??? Is this for real??

The Journal blames the problem on too much information about names (from the Internet), as well as parents’ fear of dooming their child for life by insufficiently distinguishing their kid from others.

What happened to just ‘knowing’ or discussing with your partner??? We now have to call baby name specialists?! Haha, how ridiculous! I’m guessing this is just happening in America….. what a load of nonsense.

There was no sign of “out of synchronization”. No Clue to whether or not I was in a dream, or if I had been actually living this out. The line between reality and imagination had been crossed, and I was dangerously dangling between the two.

The dream consisted of me being in a room other other than mine, which I should say was the ONLY indication to me that this is a dream, it was an “U” shaped room. I would be on the top right end. Going down lower to the next room, would result in awkward things. However, going to the last room would result in meetings with people I did not know, and who were clearly from a world that is not the one which I am accustomed too.

The first encounter was with a young person — who asked me who I thought they were, in a rude manner.

I can’t recall if it’s the second encouter, or if there were any others — however the next one I remember consisted of me hiding under the blankets. Thinking it’s my brother in my room, I remove the cover to inform him of my sightings and ask him to explore with me and put an end to my dillusions — however, I was surprised at the sight of a man that has a large stature, reminding me of my uncle hadi (perhaps because of the beard?) I wanted to speak, but my vocal cords were frozen. I wanted to move, but I could feel all my muscles gradually freezing up. Down from my legs all the way to my face — I could move nothing, and feel only that of a large weight overpowering me. Doing what any sane religious human would do, I turned to god in this moment of paranoi, dellusion, fear and uncertainty. I think to say “BISMILLAH” but the words refuse to come out. “AUTHOBILLAH” but the words too are frozen and overcome.

At what seems to be seconds later, with absolutely no sign of perspective change — a la FROM imagination TO reality… no, it was utterly continuous — realistic fearful — and questionably real… I move the blankets away from me, and I’m back to normal, I’m awake. I look around the room, there’s nothing but my sleeping brother, and my wailing computer fan.
I look into the darkness and try to make out a figure, any figure. Catch whatever it is, if anything, in the act. What act? I don’t know.

Darkness all around

It is impossible to see anything

But yet, I can see my reflection in the murky water.

How I’ve got so old, so pale, yet, I still feel like a child.

The stillness of the night dawns on me, the bats fly overhead, the dog howls

But yet, I feel at ease.

It’s so peaceful here, so tranquil.

The mountains don’t scream abuse at me.

But yet, it’s hard to believe

On the other side of this green mound, fighter jets are taking to the skies.

People are fearing for their lives.

Why, I begin to wonder?

C.M 2007