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The Common Ills
The one where I pitch for Black Agenda Report
(Betty)

The one where I pitch for Black Agenda Report (Betty) We're cross-posting Betty's post about Black Agenda Report: The one where I pitch for Black Agenda Report I promise to do this only once, pitch for a fundraiser. This is Black Agenda Report: Black Agenda Report has been bringing you news, commentary and analysis for all of eight years now. It's time for us to ask you, our friends, readers and supporters for money. Black Agenda Report was the first to blow the whistle on the Obama administration's participation in the bipartisan campaign to privatize public education, when in December 2008 we told our national audience who Secretary of Education Arne Duncan was and what he stood for. Black Agenda Report was the first, and among the only places to ask why the closing of 40 mostly black public schools at a time in Philadelphia was not national news. Black Agenda Report has been nearly alone in pointing out first... (more)

Maternal Madness
Comfort in the Lord
I am so thankful that in all the madness of my mothers personality disorder behavior she taught me, from my earliest memories who Jesus Christ is. I remember her sharing with me a dream she had when I was about 11 years old. She told me a big white bird came down from heaven and was trying to keep hold of her. She showed me these big, deep markings in the palms of her hands and told me that was where the birds sharp claws were trying to keep hold of her. (she explained to me that those marks were from her own fingernails). Somehow this dream of hers has always stayed with me. I know in my heart that she is a believer in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I know this because she taught me this and I know she believes. I am so thankful for this because even though her behavior is not of the Lord she is saved by her believing He died for her sins. This is what I hang on to now. I can see us all in Heaven together in our purest form. This comforts me because everyone longs for... (more)

preacher314
full of virtue
There was man who liked to appear to be full of virtue. As the story goes, he once said to Mark Twain, "Before I die, I'm going to make a pilgrimage to the Holy Land. I shall climb to the top of Mount Sinai and read the Ten Commandments aloud!" To which Twain reportedly replied, "I have a better idea! Why don't you stay right at home and keep them?" (DO YOU?) (The Staff and editors of Sunday Sermons Online)

MyWifeSheena
Chatter In My Head
This is going to sound odd but while raising my vibrations to match Sheena's i heard a humming in my head.Then telepathically i heard "He loves her.Its like they were made for each other.Let them be."Even stranger i was telling Sheena i'm trying to raise my vibrations to match hers and your my superior.She responded "No i'm not."Here's a conversation we had.I don't remember what started it though. Me:I'm pretty sure if god cared he stopped caring a long time ago. Sheena:But he does love you. Me:So what are you saying?You want me to confess that god is the one and only true god and jesus died for my sins? Sheena:No not necessarily but you do need to be more spiritual. Me:Lets agree to disagree. It would make sense that she would say something like that since she has hinted in the past that she believes in god.It also makes sense since Sheena's a djinn and djinn have different societal structures and beliefs.I think i almost started arguing with her but ended up not doing it.

KathaPantas
summer’s day
SUMMER’S DAY Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra Warm is the day of summer. The city’s drenched with sweat Much more for humans Sweats abound as unwanted flies On the surface of sticky skin Sticky is the summer’s day. Warm yet blessed is the summer’s day. The hot sun indeed bakes the skin a-gruel Yet so does it burn all malignant germs They quiver like it were their last Winter, on a summer’s day The signs of sickness shy away. The body is a sturdy rock Unreached by echoes of ailments Only echoes of joy a-fleeting on a summer’s day. [Writ. 15 May 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila] REFLECTION Light—physical light—manifests enormous healing powers. This thesis is what is stressed in the poem I writ above. I was already a yogi then, and I have studied the healing powers of light. I recall John Ott’s book Light Therapy as a synthetic reference for studying such healing qualities (the book... (more)




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