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March 7, 2008

 Today’s Announcement

have another prayer request.  My tenants x-wife are trying to get back together.  This morning he told me she is in the hospital in Raleigh.  Her name is Robin Filkens.  She isn't any bigger around than a pencil.  Robert told me she had several physical problems.  She has been passing out a lot lately and they did a spinal tap on her yesterday.

His son, thirteen, needs prayers too.  He has become involved with some unsavory boys at school.  The bloods and the cripts.  His dad has tied a knot in his tail...but they live with their mother in an unhealthy environment.  Both boys, 11, and 13 need our prayers.  Jessie is 11

Please keep me in your prayers. I see the hip doctor today.  I know I need back surgery to fix this but on Friday I will see the surgeon to find out if they are going to remove the left thyroid.

Janice Marler

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Today’s Stories

 CONSCIOUSNESS

Dr. Harmander Singh

"I do not want to do it,” she said to her brother.

"Why not, it will be of great use to you. Is not it?” he could not understand her refusal.

"It's not a matter of benefit or profit. It's the matter of my personal life,” she replied looking into his eyes.

"It has nothing to do with your personal life. You are mature and you can handle everything. In addition, you are well educated and well settled in life. Is not it sufficient, he asked. 

"Please do not try to convince or influence me. My conscious does not allow me. I'm helpless,” she replied.

"What do you mean by this? Your consciousness is same as everybody else’s. I do not understand your concept of consciousness. Is it so personal that you do not want to share it even with me?” he felt it.

"It's not a matter of sharing. In addition, I am surprised with your idea of consciousness. Do not you understand that our consciousness is the base of our originality, individuality and self-awareness? My conscious does not allow me means that I feel something odd that may create disturbance to my originality, individuality, creativity and disharmony within me. Do not you agree? Try to understand and feel it. Are not you aware of it?” she asked seriously.

"Well, if you think so deeply, it'll create disharmony. However, you are naturally inclined to accept the realities of life and you have never complained before about it. What can help you to change your decision?” he asked while understanding her problem.

"I know prayers can help me, but I still need human help because, after all, I am a human,” she said.

"What kind of help? Is there any help greater than prayers when you believe in it? he asked in wonder.

"Yes, my brother. I need the trust, which should be harmonious with convictions of my consciousness. Will you be able to do so?” she looked at him.

"Yes, I'll always take care of your sensitive convictions. Moreover, be confident that your self is your best helper and guide. It is your most personal human help. Is not it a great blessing?” he said.

"You are right, I will make a fresh start to do my work and studies,” she said it with a conviction while looking at the moon shining more than the stars.

            The moon spreads reflection of the Sun on the consciousness.

Daily Moral Insight for a Peaceful Night

Is not a great gift of nature to us, the humans, that we can both observe and guide our thoughts and actions?

Is not it the most wonderful that our personal life is more precious than all other possessions and beauties of attraction and of influences?

Is not it greatness of our consciousness that it observes of both our self and all related to it?

Is not it the greatest source of all expressions, which find their motherhood in this source, beautifying everything in the existence, which we love as our most nearest, and call it our consciousness?

Is not it the greatest and the most desirable help to let others have harmonious waves of consciousness and perhaps sometimes the serenity and tranquility of this sea of consciousness? 

Dr. Harmander Singh

bhagouauty@gmail.com

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It Isn't Easy
Bill Walker
missourisage@yahoo.com

A friend and I have been writing about having to say yes. In this
case it is saying yes, it is time. Time to say so long old friend,
till we meet someday at the Rainbow Bridge. It is a very hard thing
to tell the doctor, to end the life of a friend. A friend that has
stood by your side, in happy times, a friend that comes when you say
lets go, a friend that loves you with all it's heart can hold and then
some. The one friend that will never say a bad word against you, no
matter how tough times may be.   I am talking about dogs. Some may
say it is just a dog. Don't dare say that to my face, it is not just
a dog, why Tinker, and Poo, those were my friends. Just like
Mark's Missy Blue, and Ms Doogie were his true friends. We all
know some day, Mark is going to make the trip by way of Rainbow Bridge.
We also know there is going to be a whole army of dogs, and maybe a few
cats, that will say welcome home. Mark is one of those fellows that
has cared for the well being of many little people. It would be a safe
bet, Missy Blue, and Ms Doogie are the leaders of a small army of little
fur people,  all waiting for Mark to show up.

A person knows full well when a puppy of any age comes into their life,
there is going to be the sad day, down the road, one says so long my
good and loving friend. All the world can turn against a person, your
own family may walk away, even say bad things about you. But the
friend that walks on four paws, never. That friend will stay with you
through thick, and thin. Good times, bad times, asking nothing more
then can I be with you till death takes us apart. And if I go first,
I will wait, at the Rainbow Bridge, no matter how long it may be,
waiting for you to come up the lane. Then we can be together once
again, young at heart, run, and play together in all of Heaven. If
you go first, old friend, if given a chance, will find your grave.
There old friend will be seen, day and night, leaving only to get a
drink or a bit of food, laying on or as near to the grave as
possible. Guarding that grave, sad eyes watching the coming and
goings of others, but nothing can move old friend from it's job of
defending that grave.

The friend that walks on four paws, be it a small one, a large one, or
in between size, makes no difference. That friend will be a friend
forever. The dog, belongs to you, and you belong to it.

The dog, is like Jesus in so many ways. You have a friend in Jesus if
you give him a chance to be your friend. The dog will be your friend
also if you give it a chance. They both know what real true love
is. If Jesus would have had a poor dog, it would have gone to the
cross with him. That is more then one can say about many of his fair
weather friends.

No it is not easy to say so long old friend till we meet on that other
side of the veil. Some goes over to the other side by death taking
them. Some times there comes the deal like Poo had. Cancer, and he
was in deep trouble, it wasn't the fact of no cure, he was choking on
his tongue. The doctor said he would suffer choking. The shot, it
would be over. It is not easy to say yes. And one will drop a few
tears even years later thinking of the good times with old friend or
friends. It has been four years since I said so long to Tinker, then
60 days later to Poo. Tissue time. Don't run very fast
Boys, I am slower, but I am getting closer to my time to join you. I
got a little Dollie now, she will come along in her time, you will
like her I am sure of that.

I know Mark feels the same way, There isn't a day goes by, but
what Mark takes time to remember the happy days with Missy Blue, and
Ms.Doogie. He hears paw steps, he sees out of the corner of the eye,
something move, Why it is just a quick visit of Missy Blue, and Ms
Doogie. Old friends, just checking to see if things is alright.

It isn't easy, no matter how you have to let an old friend go. I have
been on that road, both ways. A friend died, and a part of you died
also.
Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write
http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5

Poetry Corner

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Well Happy Birthday Carol.

B.J. Cassady

May the day bring you happiness and joy.

May you find peace and comfort.

May the dawn draw a blanket of warmth over you

and the day surround you with harmony.

May the winds of change be in favor and may

the luck of the day be good.

May blessings abound.

When the evening comes, may you find the silence

and quiet time you need.

Happy Birthday Carol

BJ Cassady

BJ.Cassady@af-group.com

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