وبعضنا قد يحيا متخلفاً عن عصره ألف سنة، يخاصم فرقا بادت ، ويناقش قضايا نُسيت ما يحب الناس أن يسمعوا عنها جدا ولا هزلا .. والإسلام لا يخدم بهذا الأسلوب

God is our final say in who and what's negative and who and what's positive in our lives. It is best not to have this so over-simplified as the illusioned superstitionists have it; an infinite being's tests may not always be so flowery, and the things we may see as positive are in many cases simply desires of our sinful nature. We are to protect our spirit without falling into the narcissistic mistake of trying to protect our selfish emotions, which the latter, in turn, is more than unlikely to bring peace and happiness. But rather guilt and emptiness. When one walks around constantly, in his mind, attempting to separate positive versus negative people, he is already controlled by something even worse than those he calls the 'negative people', and that is before he spots it soon enough to avoid it as he hypocritically tries to avoid them.

Както здравето на тялото зависи от неповредеността на отделните органи; така и здравата държава - от праводействието на народа, който я съставлява.

According to Islam, whenever we are struck by illness or misfortune orsomeone hurts us, there is a higher purpose behind it, which we may not understand at the time,’ oneof them said to me. ‘That’s where trust comes in. Through suffering, God helps us to better ourselvesand make good our mistakes. It is a form of purification and also God’s way of testing the strength ofour faith and the goodness of our character.’ Another lady suggested I look on the bright side.‘Suffering draws us closer to God and that is our aim in life,’ she said. Then she quoted Rumi whohad said, ‘It is pain that draws man to his Lord, because when he is well, he doesn’t remember theLord.’ I tried to look at the positive and believe that there was a higher, spiritual perspective on whatI had just been through, and all the advice I was given helped me a lot. But it took quite a while formy heart to catch up with my mind.

I was deadI came aliveI was tearsI became laughterAll because of lovewhen it arrivedmy temporal lifefrom then onchanged to eternalLove said to meyou are notcrazy enoughyou don’tfit this houseI went andbecame crazycrazy enoughto be in chainsLove saidyou are notintoxicated enoughyou don’tfit the groupI went andgot drunkdrunk enoughto overflowwith light-headednessLove saidyou are stilltoo cleverfilled withimagination and skepticismI went andbecame gullibleand in frightpulled awayfrom it allLove saidyou are a candleattracting everyonegathering every onearound youI am no morea candle spreading lightI gather no more crowdsand like smokeI am all scattered nowLove saidyou are a teacheryou are a headand for everyoneyou are a leaderI am no morenot a teachernot a leaderjust a servantto your wishesLove saidyou already haveyour own wingsI will not give youmore feathersAnd then my heartpulled itself apartand filled to the brimwith a new lightoverflowed with fresh lifeNow even the heavensare thankful thatbecause of loveI have becomethe giver of light

The subject dropped, and we sat on in the dusk that was rapidly deepening into night. The door into the hall was open at our backs, and a panel of light from the lamps within was cast out to the terrace. Wandering moths, invisible in the darkness, suddenly became manifest as they fluttered into this illumination, and vanished again as they passed out of it. One moment they were there, living things with life and motion of their own, the next they quite disappeared. How inexplicable that would be, I thought, if one did not know from long familiarity, that light of the appropriate sort and strength is needed to make material objects visible.Philip must have been following precisely the same train of thought, for his voice broke in, carrying it a little further.'Look at that moth,' he said, 'and even while you look it has gone like a ghost, even as like a ghost it appeared. Light made it visible. And there are other sorts of light, interior psychical light which similarly makes visible the beings which people the darkness of our blindness.' ("Expiation")

Talk To God Ch 13 p. 90: No it doesn't have to be a prayer. It could be someone just concentrating extremely hard, wishing or hoping that will create "the vibe" if they are so moved. And that vibe, as you will learn, becomes extremely powerful beyond earth. That vibe drives the universe. But don't confuse this. Forget about prayers. You don't need to pray to communicate with others. That's a religious definition, not a human or a God thing. When you are concentrating on your wishes, focusing on something you desire or wish to share, your soul and spirit are reaching out to all other humans near you, using your brain as the communicator and returning the support to you. If people near you are aware and are moved to respond, they will. And that response is a powerful, electric, spirited response that carries with it the ability to give that person the supporting power, the strength and the ability to assist them in doing whatever it is they desire. And what all humans desire, and the energy that is exchanged with one another, in human terms, is love.

Hope is one of the most important things in the universe. To feel access and abundant amounts of hope is an incredible thing. Not everyone has that capability, just as not everyone has the capability to have faith in the same amounts, though it's one of the most powerful feelings and things we have been blessed with. Don't be afraid of hope, the outcome may not always be the way you expected and you may be disappointed; but that is apart of life, we don't have the ability to know what is going to happen next, but hope is an emotion that connects our spirits with our hearts. It's one thing this world would not have survived with out it. Hope is a part of life, hope is a part of who we all are as a person. The people without it has lost their way at some point and need guidance. Hope is connected to love and faith.Therefore, get your hopes up, let it fill your heart with light and lift you up. Hope for the small things and the big ones, in the events things seem likely and in the unfortunate events they do not. Hope for the needy and the rich, the materialistic or spiritual. In any shape or form hope is simply that. Hope.

Often, people build stories in their mind which have no basis in the contours of reality. Those which build these images, are building such images which are based on their relatively limited sense of understanding about the particular subject or person. This is a "fill in the blank" reality, which often manifests itself into the hearts and the minds of those who have a "fill in the blank" mindset, not the person with the here said reality.The universe is designed in a way that reflects itself, just like a mirror, showing you exactly who you are to yourself, not who others are. Your largest and most concealed insecurities have their way of presenting themselves to you in a fashion that is relative to your self designed way of communication.This short writing is a reminder that your preconceived notions on a particular subject or person, are a construct of your inner mind and emotional-relational well being and not of others. This is one of the largest fundamental truths in which you must have large insight to carefully watch who and what you massacre with your personal thoughts.Having a keen sense of control on this subject will lead you to enlightenment in many platforms of life.

Igazságos? - mormogta Nagymama. - Jó szó. Anthony, a sérült emberekkel teli sérült világban semmi nincs, ami igazságos. Az igazságszolgáltatás igyekszik igazságos lenni, de úton-útfélen csődöt mond. A kegyelemben és a megbocsátásban szintén nincs soha semmi igazságos. A büntetéssel nem lehet helyreállítani az igazságosat. A bűnvallás sem teszi igazságossá a dolgokat. Az élet nem arról szól, hogy megkapod a megfelelő teljesítményért járó igazságos jutalmat. A szerződések, az ügyvédek, a betegség, a hatalom - ezek egyikét sem érdekli, mi az igazságos. Jobb lenne a halott szavakat kivenni a nyelveitekből, és helyette élő szavakra összpontosítani, mint az irgalom, kedvesség, megbocsátás és kegyelem. Jó lenne, ha nem foglalkoznál annyit a jogaiddal, és azzal, hogy szerinted mi igazságos.

ليس هناك ما هو أفظع من قهر الأحرار ، فقلوبهم التي تنبض بسلام .. أو تتدفق رحمة تصبح في لحظة اذلال براكين وشواظ من نار ونحاس ..وما الثورات التي تندلع كحرائق مجنونة إلا غضب مقدس يختار فيه الأحرار الفناء من أجل الكرامة ..

شكرا إبليس لأنك علمتني أن هناك من سيستخدم الدين ويستخدم اسم الله في الاحتيال على الناس، فحين أقسمت بالله كذبا لتغوي آدم وحواء (وقاسمهما إني لكما لمن الناصحين) تعلمت أنه ليس كل من يقسم صادقاّ وليس كل من ينصح أمينا

Viewed in this light, life itself appears as a dynamics of integration that is equipped with auto-therapeutic or 'endo-clinical' competencies and refers to a species-specific space of surprise. It has an equally innate and - in higher organisms - adaptively acquired responsibility for the injuries and invasions it regularly encounters in its permanently allocated environment or conquered surroundings. Such immune systems could equally be described as organismic early forms of a feeling for transcendence: thanks to the efficiency of these devices, which are constantly at the ready, the organism actively confronts the potential bringers of its death, opposing them with its endogenous capacity to overcome the lethal. Such functions have earned immune systems of this type comparisons to a 'body police' or border patrol. But as the concern, already at this level, is to work out a modus vivendi with foreign and invisible powers - and, in so far as these can bring death, 'higher' and 'supernatural' ones - this is a preliminary stage to the behaviour one is accustomed to terming religious or spiritual in human contexts. For every organism, its environment is its transcendence, and the more abstract and unknown the danger from that environment, the more transcendent it appears.

A thousand lips, a thousand eyes,a thousand hearts will read these words,as you read them, graze them, this moment. Thousands will utter them into the abyss, someday, perhaps for years to come; loudly, softly,repeatedly, again and again and again.Some will mock, some will laugh. Somewill shed a tear. But it is writtenonly for your lips, your eyes, your heart,beloved.Do as you please.It is written by an ideal heart,intense, yet free, when in thought of you. Written from a dehydrated pen, thatshed the last drops of her blood,onto you. And still, you do not know me.No, you will never know of this desire.It is a shame, when love cannot love,who she loves, amidst these mortal games. And No. It is for me to know,and for you to close the last pagesof my confessions, making nothing of it.As always, like always,I write for you and for the madnessthat stirs in every soul that has once burned, and for the tender parts of your soul, too.Nothing is hidden, nothing is revealed. The separation between the soul and mate,between lover and the beloved,is through spirit, is it not, my love? Or is it flesh? There, there is the clue.And this, this is the nature of our love. Forbidden,closed, then left ajar in oblivion.My eyes touch your lips, your eyes touch my lips, yet, no one makes a sound. No one moves on.What madness is this?And here you go, turning the pages now, there you go.

There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love. (1 John 4:18) I came from a family of wonderful people who nevertheless struggled with how to be happy. There were many things we didn't know about living in peace. We mixed our love with fear. What I experienced in my childhood family seemed to color my life with confusion. I joined the Church at nineteen. Though my conversion was real, many of my emotions continued to be out of harmony with gospel teachings, and I didn't know what to do about them. I was not at rest. As a young mother I felt that I was only barely keeping my distress from leaking out. But it did leak out. I struggled to be cheerful at home. I was too often tense with my children, especially as their behavior reflected negatively on me. I was perfectionistic. I was irritable and controlling. But I was also loving, patient, appreciative, happy; I frequently felt the Spirit of the Lord, and I did many parenting things well, but so inconsistently. Sooner or later the crisis comes for good people who live in ignorance and neglect of spiritual law. The old ways don't work anymore, and it may feel as though the foundations of life are giving way. If we don't learn consistent, mature love in our childhood homes we often struggle to learn it when we become marriage partners and parents.