I'm addressing a modern mentality that shows the extent of total and complete Satanic oppression, control in the mindset of people with best intentions who try to counsel people into a living, vibrant walk with the Creator. What flies off the tip of their tongue? GO to church, which shows how far gone they are. That's a ridiculous, idolatrous blasphemous unbiblical statement. We don't go here or there but we are the very ark of presence upon the earth. I'll pass on such nonsense being a stupified, zombie, bench warmer, ever learning but never able to apprehend a walk while subjagating my place in Christ and giving my headship to in most cases a figurehead whose main qualification is he has acquired the ability to be a captivating orator through having head knowledge of accepted viewpoints without years of experience in walking with the Master thus being able to know from relationship what needs to be conveyed. I'm seeking out those in the highways and byways compelling the meek into His presence which doesn't require a building or tithes or committees or board meetings, there is no gathering except for the purpose to lift one another up and enjoying each other. We are the prize we are the pearl of great price. Everything else is distraction and encumberance. What about studying the bible or who is your covering? What about perfect correct doctrine, trust in the Lord acknowledging Him in all our ways and He shall direct our paths. All man made Satanic deception is falling examine yourselves and see if your building on the solid rock and not some vanity which reaps the whirlwind. I'm must be about my Creators business. May God lift the thick Vail of darkness upon the land and exalt Himself which is His good pleasure.
Listen to what Gwen McCoy Kik shares about her Plexus experience . I love her story and you will, too.
"The picture on the left popped up today on FB from exactly two years ago. We were in Aruba and I was still having to pace myself. You see if I overdid it or got overheated my double vision and tremor would kick in. Then I might end up in the bed for days with a migraine. I felt like I was seventy- five years old! I had seen the best of the best doctors at Vandy, Mayo and Hotze. They could only treat symptoms with more medication. My entire quality of life was diminished because of these constant issues.
Little did I know that two months and two weeks later I would make a late night Internet purchase that
would change everything. Some kind of pink stuff called Plexus. I just wanted to lose ten pounds. I had lost hope of actually feeling WELL again. I accepted that this was life after forty for me and I just had to adjust.
Five weeks after starting, I had lost the ten pounds, lost 20+ inches, my thyroid levels were normal without medication (bye bye synthroid), blood pressure was perfect, no more tachycardia, energy out the wazoo and on and on and on. I vowed then that I would drink this stuff for the rest of my life even if I never lost anymore weight. It provided my body with exactly the balance it needed to function properly!!
Fast forward to the picture on the right, Christmas Day just a few weeks ago. This is a person I never thought I would be -
1. She has exercised regularly for over a year and even goes to a trainer.
2. She's off of at least eight prescription medications.
3. She goes for annual check ups and her blood pressure, cholesterol, and thyroid levels are all perfectly NORMAL.
4. She has been snow skiing, mountain biking, hiking, sledding and enjoying all kind of physical activities with her family.
5. She craves arugula and Brussels sprouts instead of McDonald's French fries.
6. She takes the stairs because she can.
7. She's healthier than she has ever been.
8. She "sells" stuff. Not really sells, but can't help but SHARE how awesome this Pink Drink is!!! And she's making more money than she has ever made with a college degree!!!
9. She has an amazing support system of godly women and men who share her values.
10. She's the crazy Plexus lady.
What if? What if I hadn't made that first purchase? What if I was still living without hope of ever feeling better?
I don't know what to say
I have given up on this country
I won't be voting for Clinton
I'll be voting for Jill Stein
The TPP will pass
More black people in prisons
More racial segregation to come
Middle class virtually gone by the end of 2016
The rich get massively wealthier
And in no time, shillary won't Be able to count the money she'll be making
Thanks to all the misinformed and Ill educated
You have single handily f***** yourselves
You don't get a second chance when Al gore. Brought the issue to light and had the nomination taken away right before his eyes to elect a monster so insanely out of his mind that we will never be able to recover as We are the biggest threat to Mother Nature.
We don't deserve any better and I'm happy we get to be the animals we so aggressively try not to be . We are animals , and we deserve this.
We told you so.
This wasn't about which presidential candidate had the best tax plan , or had the best education approach. This nomination was the most symbolic nomination , where the shift happens.
We either move towards a healthy approach to our earth, break down Every crazy nonsensical shit show that is capitalism. And move towards a better future.
But I was too foolish to think we are there yet. You contemplate all you need to to Try to figure out how barbaric and primitive we once lived , but I'm the ignorant one to have ever thought we deserved any better.
The world isn't a good place , and it takes a lot to realize that predominantly it is not. Numbers don't lie. But the media does. And the establishment wins yet again. For ever.
So if you ever thought you were free, you're not. If you ever thought our basic human rights are slowly fading away, think again.
There will be a time when technology will provide everything it needs so we can all live freely, but at that moment, the disparage will be so disadvantageous our kids will not know what it even means to have freedom.
So get busy with your nonsense shows on E entertainment
Keep talking about how Beyoncé gives a shit about you
Keep looking down on your blinding iPhone screens
And be the zombie you were always supposed to be
For all I know technology seems to advance , yet our lives only keep getting harder and harder , and that alone should stop you at your feet an make you question everything and anything you've ever know. .
So again thank you
I only got Facebook for one reason
Now it's gone, and I'm out.
I will forever be #feelinthebern
In the frightening world that we live in this Code enables its followers to attain and develop the skills they need for Life - and not just rugby. They learn how to be decent upstanding members of society prepared to work hard and play hard. This may be an old fashioned view but our heritage sport has much to offer the contemporary world. After 25 years as a HR Manager recruiting staff I can spot a rugby player by their attitude and behaviour and I know from my line managers that they make excellent employees.
All shapes and sizes regardless of background come together in a rugby team like cogs in a wheel. I have seen children with physical and mental limitations respond almost immediately to the sheer joy of participating in healthy exercise and having plenty of good old fashioned FUN. The shy lad who never gets picked for school football and thinks he is fat gets encouraged to have a go - and earns a welcome pat on the back from a new team mate or coach that carries him through the rest of his week in style. Advice around fitness and nutrition is more likely to be taken on board when it comes from a coach than a parent. The lad builds his confidence along with his fitness and before you know it his head is held high.
Not all children live in traditional family groups today. This is where our rugby family plays its part by giving them alternative role models and comrades who they can learn from and trust. It gives them the self-confidence to make choices in a world that is increasingly dangerous and challenging. I would be lying if I didn’t gain some reassurance from the fact that I know my own son can handle himself physically and, as a known rugby player, has avoided confrontation walking home from school.
The life skills are plain to see. Teamwork and communication is vital in rugby. Win or lose they develop comradeship with their rugby brethren that can last a lifetime. They also learn how to lose – something I have seen adults struggle with. They are required to play by the rules and to respect the Referee at all times. Mr Nigel Owens and his ilk are held in the highest of regard. How often do I watch in horror as footballers surround the referee and scream verbal abuse into his face whilst making threatening gestures. How often do we hear of members of our communities acting in the same manner because they “know their rights”? Far better to see players calling the referee Sir and accepting decisions – even if they don’t always agree with them.
So to the parents who accost me to ask how on earth I let him play such a rough tough game I say this – why would I stop my son playing a sport that is making him a son to be proud of and has given us both so much joy (washing aside) ?
#WomensDay Tresmode My Mom Vinita Jadhav is the Woman I admire the most. She is the one who never showed me the way, instead taught me how to search for it myself. She created an environment of enthusiasm for learning, appreciation for growing, and room for making mistakes along the way. I found guidance, friendship, discipline and love, everything, in one person. And that person is my Mom. She has inspired me to do better in life and guided me all throughout. Her aura is such that nobody can ignore her presence. She is traditional yet modern, fragile yet strong, vulnerable yet bold, soft yet blunt, she is the fusion of the two extremes. She is an emblem of beauty, an enigma that harbors infinite thoughts and emotions. She has the power to appreciate the finer things in life whether simple or complicated. She is the most strongest person existing till now in my life and there's no way others can compare her. My Mom has always been there for me, in good times as well as my bad times. She is my angel on earth, the silver lining around my clouds, and she is, with no comparison needed, the very best Mom with which I could ever hope to be blessed. The true essence of “Quality of Thought and Stillness of Being” is what I found in her. Beyond putting her own needs aside for my sister and me, she has sacrificed more for our safety, freedom and daily livelihoods. She is a compassionate, yet strong, woman who has taught me morals and values that could be surpassed only by the faith she has instilled in me that good people do exist. She has made me who I am today and she is who I can only hope to be in the future. I am glad i got to share lots of best experiences of my life with her. It feels nice whenever she is around me, she always gives me the best advice whenever i am in trouble. The best advice that she ever gave to me is that "People are like sheep. They don't stop to think about what they are doing. They just follow whatever everybody else is doing. Don't be like that. Think about what you are doing and follow your own path in life. You will definitely succeed". I may look old and wise to the outside world now but for her I am still her little princess. Words will never be enough to say how much I love her yet I want to say that she is the most precious woman in my life and will always be. If she lives to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so that I never have to live without her. Dissolving problems like the setting sun, helping me see beyond my goals, patting my back when I needed it the most, guiding me in the most unthinkable situations. So many memorable moments, One Rockstar..My Mom. I thank her from the bottom of my heart for all that she has done for me..!! smile emoticon
"The demented logic seems to be as follows: that you cannot stand up for the poor unless you are poor yourself. That if you have managed to accrue any wealth and security, unless you have subsequently given away every penny of it to charities for the poor, you are a hypocrite to speak about the poor. Only the poor can speak about, and for, the poor. So, if you are a real socialist, you must yourself stay poor for ever.
Of course, there are several, very obvious, logical flaws in this argument. The first is a fundamental misunderstanding of socialism.
There are many misunderstandings about what a socialist is: primarily that it’s someone who wears a donkey jacket and lives by a brazier, possibly in 1979, and listens only to Billy Bragg. Well, I know loads of socialists like this, and they’re ace. They get shit done. But that’s not socialism. That’s people. People who like old coats and Billy Bragg.
Socialism is just a single, simple sentence: the belief that the necessities for the functioning of a society should be provided without profit. So that’s health, education, welfare, transport, the emergency services, the prison service and the justice system, paid for by taxation, and available to everyone, regardless of wealth. No paying Serco millions for running overcrowded jails. No G4S – the guys who fucked up the Olympics – still being paid by the government, despite being investigated by the serious fraud office for massively overcharging.
There’s nothing in socialism that prevents Charlotte Church from living in a nice house, walking a red carpet and, after paying her taxes, earning millions a year. If she were a champagne anarchic communist, who believed that all property is theft, and that money should be abolished, then she would be a hypocrite.
Champagne socialists, on the other hand, are people who could personally pay for an open return standard ticket to Manchester that costs £329 since privatisation, but recognise that other people can’t, and are suggesting that, maybe, society would function better if rail travel were cheaper, so everyone could use it.
What people who denounce champagne socialists are doing is, essentially, trying to shame people who have empathy. Now, that’s a bad day down the opinion mines in anyone’s book."
During our trip from Panama to Colombia with the FerryXpress, on January 14th 2015 (without our camper van), we had time enough to observe and puzzle about the weird situation that there was so much space for cars in the ferry, but cars weren't allowed.
What is wrong here and why is it not possible to transport any cars? The last report was that they had to build a new dock for loading the cars in Panama because of safety regulations.
If you walk around in the harbor in Colon in Panama you don't see any activity at all; nothing which has to do with improvement of the dock.
On the Colombian site everything looks perfect. The landing is in a cruise ship terminal and well organized with 10 people from customs who say "welcome in Colombia" and stamp your passport. To my opinion the problems are between FerryXpress and the Custom authorities of Panama. The ship should have been sailing at 07.00 pm but customs arrived late with only two persons to check all the passports. Two persons for a couple of hundred passengers! It was ridiculous.The staff of FerryXpress looked at it, shake their heads and turned around. The ship had a delay of almost 1.5 hours.
Shipping your car out of Panama with the FerryXpress does mean that customs have to change a lot. To get your car on a boat, you have to get a lot of stamps and papers in 4 different buildings in a different harbor area of 4 kilometers and finally you undergo inspection of the vehicle by customs and narcotic dog (of course we don't understand the reason for the narcotic dog when you go to Colombia).
So now FerryXpress is asking to change the whole system and logistics. I think this is the issue and it has nothing to do with the dock in the harbor. And of course, you also need more people and maybe small offices. And who is going to pay for this?
The Ferry is owned by a Italian company 'SNAV' and at this moment they are not very willing to invest in this Project. You can see that in staffing and the cheap terminal in Panama. FerryXpress brought their own people: half of the staff is Italian and half is Russian. Strange, because if you have a long term planning you will take staff from Panama or Colombia. Much more friendly to the countries and also cheaper.
The good part is the ship is nice and safe. It is build in the Netherlands and what we Dutch can ..... is building ships. 😃.
The funny part happened in the middle of the night. We got a sms from our provider: 'Welcome in .... (no not Columbia)......Italy!!!!!' For a moment we thought we took the wrong Ferry.
Off course this is a Ferry Tale and not based on any facts. It was only my observation. We hope for everyone that I am totally wrong.
Dutch M.Y. Live
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