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THE JEWEL THAT IS CURIOSITY

(Image: Altria Senior Living) That old saying "curiosity kills the cat" may be true, but have you ever thought that curiosity could be a lead way to finding your destiny? That finding your purpose could be done by what interests you most, what fascinates you, even to what could be the detriment (hence the saying) of you or perhaps the betterment? Yes, curiosity can lead you to your own demise, but perhaps it was written by you that way. ...

(Image: Altria Senior Living) That old saying "curiosity kills the cat" may be true, but have you ever thought that curiosity could be a lead way to finding your destiny? That finding your purpose could be done by what interests you most, what fascinates you, even to what could be the detriment (hence the saying) of you or perhaps the betterment? Yes, curiosity can lead you to your own demise, but perhaps it was written by you that way. ...

NAMASTE TO ALL WHO WILL CELEBRATE DIWALI TODAY

Namaste to all my bloggers, peepers, new comers and somtimers, although it seems like me the blog owner tun sometimer nowadays. It is due to me being very busy, not being neglectful at all. Today Diwali the festival of lights is being celebrated all over the world by Hindu's and others like myself who appreciate this festival and all it stands for. In 2014 our then blogger (don't know what happen to her, but mi wish her well) Ty had written on Diwali. Her husband Yw although Jamaican like herself is of Indian descent or ancestry. I remember growing up as a child in Jamaica seeing Jamaican Indians (coolie as we called them, which is not a derogatory word, it actually means hard working) celebrating Diwali, and being fascinated by their preparations for the festival weeks before the date came. They would play loudly the beautiful Hindu praise songs, and would dress beautifully as Indians do. The women would have the beautiful red dots in the middle of their forehead, and the most beautiful nose rings in their noses. The whole festivity seemed to charge the air with excitement, they would sacrifice goats and although I did not understand what they were doing (Jamaicans would whisper "de Coolie dem ah wuk dem Obeah") I wanted to be apart of whatever they were doing, the cooking was much and the smells permeated the air mouth wateringly (I made up de wud, oonuh low mi). It was to be years later that I would be told about Diwali and what it was, and this revelation was given to me by my non-physicals through a vision, yuh waan know how? Press de more button and find out. ...

Namaste to all my bloggers, peepers, new comers and somtimers, although it seems like me the blog owner tun sometimer nowadays. It is due to me being very busy, not being neglectful at all. Today Diwali the festival of lights is being celebrated all over the world by Hindu's and others like myself who appreciate this festival and all it stands for. In 2014 our then blogger (don't know what happen to her, but mi wish her well) Ty had written on Diwali. Her husband Yw although Jamaican like herself is of Indian descent or ancestry. I remember growing up as a child in Jamaica seeing Jamaican Indians (coolie as we called them, which is not a derogatory word, it actually means hard working) celebrating Diwali, and being fascinated by their preparations for the festival weeks before the date came. They would play loudly the beautiful Hindu praise songs, and would dress beautifully as Indians do. The women would have the beautiful red dots in the middle of their forehead, and the most beautiful nose rings in their noses. The whole festivity seemed to charge the air with excitement, they would sacrifice goats and although I did not understand what they were doing (Jamaicans would whisper "de Coolie dem ah wuk dem Obeah") I wanted to be apart of whatever they were doing, the cooking was much and the smells permeated the air mouth wateringly (I made up de wud, oonuh low mi). It was to be years later that I would be told about Diwali and what it was, and this revelation was given to me by my non-physicals through a vision, yuh waan know how? Press de more button and find out. ...

NURTURING YOUR SPIRITUAL LIFE

Good day to all. Please read and and enjoy. ...

Good day to all. Please read and and enjoy. ...

WELL SAID

Hello everyone, yesterday I saw this video and decided to share it. The woman in the video below spoke the truth, every word she shouts from her mouth is the truth. I have pride in who I am, yet I am apart of a race of people who have been oppressed for hundreds of years. A regular reader and part time blogger once told me when I called myself black, never to say so again. I was surprised at first, because she is African, and my concept of myself coming from my beautiful race was that I was Black and African which spells the same thing. I was proud in my blackness and would shout it everywhere. I even asked God in my prayers, that should I ever come back to this earth plane (for whatever reason, although I do not want to) please make me come back as apart of the black race. The person told me that the term "black" is a derogatory term given to us by same oppressors. It was meant to be a negative term, not one owing to our skin color, but geared toward putting us down, as everything white is pure and darkness suggests evil, wicked, sinful and unclean. She said I should then address myself as African, or of African ancestry, or African Jamaican, much like what The African Americans asked to be referred to. All this is semantics to me, I am a spiritualist/Traditionalist who identify with African ancestry. It is true I have Sephardic Jews in my blood, and the only reason I mention this is because I know the importance (spiritually) of including them, they are apart of me and I must not hide them, I did for a long time, not wanting anything to do with this part of me, but I must recognize them. ...

Hello everyone, yesterday I saw this video and decided to share it. The woman in the video below spoke the truth, every word she shouts from her mouth is the truth. I have pride in who I am, yet I am apart of a race of people who have been oppressed for hundreds of years. A regular reader and part time blogger once told me when I called myself black, never to say so again. I was surprised at first, because she is African, and my concept of myself coming from my beautiful race was that I was Black and African which spells the same thing. I was proud in my blackness and would shout it everywhere. I even asked God in my prayers, that should I ever come back to this earth plane (for whatever reason, although I do not want to) please make me come back as apart of the black race. The person told me that the term "black" is a derogatory term given to us by same oppressors. It was meant to be a negative term, not one owing to our skin color, but geared toward putting us down, as everything white is pure and darkness suggests evil, wicked, sinful and unclean. She said I should then address myself as African, or of African ancestry, or African Jamaican, much like what The African Americans asked to be referred to. All this is semantics to me, I am a spiritualist/Traditionalist who identify with African ancestry. It is true I have Sephardic Jews in my blood, and the only reason I mention this is because I know the importance (spiritually) of including them, they are apart of me and I must not hide them, I did for a long time, not wanting anything to do with this part of me, but I must recognize them. ...

DR. DIANNE MORRISEY’S NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE

I worried if I should again share another persons experience with death today, I saw that many of you did not respond to the post. However I thought to myself that information like these are needed and this is a spiritual blog site after all. For too long we have been told all sorts of things pertaining to death and its experience and regardless if it is a gloomy subject, these experiences by these people who have come back to tell their stories are very informative and an actual relief from what the church teaches. I remember a pastor years ago taught us something from the bible and he even interpreted it (fool as he was), "Where the tree falls there shall it lie, judgment shall find it same place" this is found some where in Ecclesiastes. His interpretation was that when a person dies, and is buried the dead will be in that grave until judgment day. There will never be a judgement day, judgement hall of course for your life review not the day. This interpretation of what he preached that day is so wrong. I once wrote two stories on this site, which detailed the death experience of two different people, Lolly and Jonah. Lolly was earth bound and Jonah wished to die, his wife had left and he longed to be with her, when death came he happily went, my bloggers did not receive it well I suppose, perhaps it was too deep for them. I have since removed from the blog but I want to give you all just a paragraph or two of their stories here today. If you read the full story you would love it. I am still in initiation will be finished soon however, I will try to peep in. ...

I worried if I should again share another persons experience with death today, I saw that many of you did not respond to the post. However I thought to myself that information like these are needed and this is a spiritual blog site after all. For too long we have been told all sorts of things pertaining to death and its experience and regardless if it is a gloomy subject, these experiences by these people who have come back to tell their stories are very informative and an actual relief from what the church teaches. I remember a pastor years ago taught us something from the bible and he even interpreted it (fool as he was), "Where the tree falls there shall it lie, judgment shall find it same place" this is found some where in Ecclesiastes. His interpretation was that when a person dies, and is buried the dead will be in that grave until judgment day. There will never be a judgement day, judgement hall of course for your life review not the day. This interpretation of what he preached that day is so wrong. I once wrote two stories on this site, which detailed the death experience of two different people, Lolly and Jonah. Lolly was earth bound and Jonah wished to die, his wife had left and he longed to be with her, when death came he happily went, my bloggers did not receive it well I suppose, perhaps it was too deep for them. I have since removed from the blog but I want to give you all just a paragraph or two of their stories here today. If you read the full story you would love it. I am still in initiation will be finished soon however, I will try to peep in. ...