Monday, February 27, 2012
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Tuesday, February 21, 2012
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Unconditional Love - Benji The Hunted - Guitar Sensation(Mix).wmv
Unconditional Love - Benji The Hunted - Guitar Sensation(Mix).wmv - YouTube
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbLQUq6LB-I
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Blood Reprogramming
Blood Reprogramming - YouTube
http://humanityhealing.net/2012/01/blood-cleansing-and-reprogramming-of-genetic-material/
Friday, January 6, 2012
Fritzl Loris November 2, 1997 to Jan. 7. 2011
Fritzl I still love you and wait for your return to me.
Please come back. Reincarnate back to me. I am holding the space for you.
Fritzl Loris November 2, 1997 to Jan. 7. 2011
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Fritzl Loris Memorial Nov. 1997 to Jan 7 2011
Fritzl, if my tears could build a staircase and my memories a lane,
I would run right up to heaven just to be with you again.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XmWamnH4RA&feature=related
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle, gentle autumn rain
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft, soft starlight, starlight at night
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
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