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Rei was one of the very first Cosplayers I ever shot with, probably about 8-9 years ago. We've had a special bond ever since. I watched her grow into a famous person in Star Wars events and films. She oozes class, beauty, confidence, and sweetness. She is originally from Ukraine and her heart bleeds for her country. And she still treats me like an old friend - I really like that!
these benches are going to be scrapped. always makes my heart bleed and wish for a big house as a studio...
One of five images that is a pictorial of the plight of just one among thousands of innocent Filipino victims caught in the middle of the fighting between the Japanese and Americans. The lady has severe life threaten injuries especially to one of her legs. The European man seen in some of the pictures is her husband. This lady was very fortunate to be carried behind the lines where the American’s are helping her. There were thousands that were not so fortunate and died outright or they died from severe injuries that could not be treated during the fighting. I hope this lady lived, recuperated and went on to a happy life. My heart bleeds for the innocent men, women, and children that suffered through being caught in the vicious fighting of February 1945.
Words I need to read and digest......and re-read and digest.......deep, deep,meaning.....words in a room filled with love and loss.
SALTY has a new group gift for the Free Dove get your LM at Salty store for "My Heart Bleeds For You"
I feel it's impossible to escape now,
These emotions hold me back so tightly,
I try to run away but it follows me along,
I wish I could simplify my emotions,
And not hurt anyone so cruelly,
But can you ask this question to them,
Who's fault was it at first?
Was I to be blamed for straying?
Am I to be held responsible for tears?
And can no one can see how I am hurt,
Can no one see how my heart bleeds,
And how I spent sleepless nights,
Deeply engaged in my thoughts,
I am burning inside my heart,
No one can feel my pain,
And see what I am suffering,
I hope decisions can be made sooner,
So no one is hurt this way.
Words: Rabsha
Shot: Rabsha
Bleeding heart plants remind me of my Nana...so I planted some.
My Marilyn Monroe quilt is hanging on my clothesline as I tack the layers together for binding. I hate binding quilts...so it's still not quite finished. I love this photo for so many reasons...
:o)
Les larmes de l'arbre... l'arbre pleure...
Ils ont tous été coupés.
Et j'ai vu les larmes, leur sang...
Tears of the tree ... the tree is crying ...
They have all been cut.
And I saw the tears, their blood ...
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Let me paint this picture for you, baby
You spend your nights alone
And he never comes home
And every time you call him
All you get’s a busy tone
I heard you found out
That he’s doing to you
What you did to me
Ain’t that the way it goes
You cheated girl
My heart bleeds girl
So it goes without saying that you left me feeling hurt
Just a classic case
A scenario
Tale as old as time
Girl you got what you deserved
And now you want somebody
To cure the lonely nights
You wish you had somebody
That could come and make it right
But girl I ain’t somebody with a lot of sympathy
You’ll see
(What goes around comes back around)
I thought I told ya, hey
...
See?
You should’ve listened to me, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Because
(What goes around comes back around)
[Comes Around interlude:]
____________
My favourite part of that song.
On her very own Salzburg, Austrian violin...really...I bought it for her in Salzburg this year...is our fun little Pumpkin. She's really the only one of the girls who would take the time to learn how to play. Everyone else just looked at it like I was asking them to kiss a serpent.
This one says " My heart bleeds with love for you. My love is pure and true. If I were a dove I'd fly through blue skies to reach you! I am Lonely waiting for you. I am growing impatient, losing hope that you will marry me."
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White beads = Symbol of Hope, Purity, Cleanliness and True Love.
Red Beads = Intense Love, Longing, My heart bleeds with Love for you!
Blue Beads = Faithfulness, If I were a dove, I'd fly through the blue skies to reach you!
Turquoise beads = Impatience, I'm losing hope that you will marry me.
Black Beads = Loneliness/ also Grief, My heart turns as black as the rafters of the hut, I hear you have another maiden.
Fabric to be found here : www.spoonflower.com/designs/1805017
Rei was one of the very first Cosplayers I ever shot with, probably about 8-9 years ago. We've had a special bond ever since. I watched her grow into a famous person in Star Wars events and films. She oozes class, beauty, confidence, and sweetness. She is originally from Ukraine and her heart bleeds for her country. And she still treats me like an old friend - I really like that!
Free choice is a difficult yet very interesting assignment. My father has been smoking for the majority of his life and my heart bleeds every time I see him light another cigarette. All of my life, my mother and I have been trying to get him to quit, but nothing seems to work. I have painted, sculpted, and discussed the topic for him, yet nothing works so I have decided to turn to another form of persuasive art, photography. I wanted to make a metaphorical photo that represents what happens to him because of the deadly stick. The cup of clear water represents healthy lungs and the pigment flooding the water represents the tar that builds up. The two candles on both sides of the cup represent the lighter needed to start the deadly effect of cigarettes. The pigment (tar/toxins) floods and pollutes the lungs taking over and eventually leaving no healthy tissue. I made minimal adjustments to my picture in Camera Raw such as exposure, brightness, etc. The only thing I would like to improve in my photo (in the future) would be having a black background and I would also use a tripod so the picture would be more even and steady, but overall, I believe this picture is full of creativity and a success on the most part.
this is Taka... for the first time in the whole film, she has not hidden her feelings from Algren, however she's just been faced with his departer. Her comfort has back fired, and her cultural modesty is set into motion.
she is moist eyed, as the man who killed her husband in battle who now has entered her heart is leaving.. leaving to join the enemy.
His kindness and sympathy make it continously difficult for her to forget about him, her heart bleeds, and her eyes overpour with emotion.
Les larmes de l'arbre... l'arbre pleure...
Ils ont tous été coupés.
Et j'ai vu les larmes, leur sang...
Tears of the tree ... the tree is crying ...
They have all been cut.
And I saw the tears, their blood ...
Save yourself, serve yourself.
World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart bleed.
It's The End Of The World As We Know It - REM
desse jeito daqui a pouco é mesmo o fim do mundo!
foto na praia da pedreira - Parque Estadual Itapuã - Viamão
Rei was one of the very first Cosplayers I ever shot with, probably about 8-9 years ago. We've had a special bond ever since. I watched her grow into a famous person in Star Wars events and films. She oozes class, beauty, confidence, and sweetness. She is originally from Ukraine and her heart bleeds for her country. And she still treats me like an old friend - I really like that!
This postcard is very nicely hand-tinted, but can't capture the nose-bloodyingly beautiful hues of yesteryear's Morning Glory Pool... but what could? No film could, no painter, no digital wizardry, not even the human eye could appreciate the delicate wonder that was the color of Morning Glory Pool. But then a bunch of people threw pennies and trash in it, and its temperature changed some, and the rangers had to pull all the junk out, and it's just never been the same. The pathos! Hearing the story of Morning Glory Pool is like watching a baby angel get beaten to death by some thug using a board with a nail in it. And the board used to be part of an outhouse. It makes my heart bleed, it does, to see the ruin that Morning Glory Pool now is, and to recall the indescribable beauty that is lost - lost forever, forever lost, due to the tragically careless actions of a few million tourists.
Ahem.
You will probably never read about Morning Glory Pool, in any context including this one, without the attendant guilt trip. In fact, the Old Faithful Inn used to serve a cocktail called the Morning Glory, which was mixed to have a lovely blue color like this. (They may still serve that.) I called that cocktail a Guilt Trip. I'd say to my brother - "Hey, I'm going to the bar, gonna have a Guilt Trip."
Don't get me wrong - it's genuinely tragic and infuriating that the pool was vandalized. I guess the story needs to be repeated for the Yellowstone-n00bs so things like it don't happen again. But Lordy, I get tired of hearing about that. The vandalism and subsequent cooling of the pool happened before I was born. I'm now middle-aged.
1. Wildflowers at Yaquina, 2. South Santiam River, 3. Upper South Santiam River, 4. Arizona, 5. Grand Canyon 3, 6. Gateway To The Grand Canyon, 7. It's Good To Be Back, 8. Glen Canyon, Arizona,
9. More Bryce 2, 10. Zion National Park 11, 11. Emerald Pool Waterfall, 12. Silhoette on Sunset, 13. Sunset 1, 14. The River Runs By Me, 15. Water Iris After Rain, 16. Out Of The Green,
17. Memorial Day 2, 18. In Memory of Mother, 19. Morning Landscape, 20. Lighting Our Way, 21. Wild Rose Macro, 22. Flowing to the Pacific, 23. Father's Creation, 24. Spring Run Off,
25. A Rose for Moms, 26. Springtime in Oregon 2, 27. Seascape Revisited, 28. Oak Country, 29. God Said Let There Be Light, 30. My Heart Bleeds For You, 31. Red or Orange Sky at Night, 32. Mom's Sunset,
33. Peterson's Butte Sunset, 34. The Twins, 35. For My Flickr Friends, 36. Tons of Tulips, 37. A Bit of Heaven on Earth, 38. Tulips Forever, 39. God is Great, 40. Pacific Seascape,
41. Sunrise Suprise, 42. Time Stands Still, 43. Forever Loved, 44. Come to the Sea, 45. Heaven on Earth, 46. Storms Past, 47. Banks of the Big Lost, 48. Cedar Breaks,
49. Mt. Hood, 50. Heceta Head, 51. Umpqua Lighthouse, 52. Central Oregon Landscape, 53. The Ripple Effect, 54. Oregon Coastal Seascape, 55. Thank You ALL, 56. Lackluster Lunar,
57. Heceta Head Seascape, 58. Fire in the Sky, 59. Rock Hill School, 60. Cedar Breaks, 61. Tufted Puffin, 62. McDowell Creek Falls, 63. Beacon on the Hill, 64. I Love The Oregon Coast,
65. Springtime at Yaquina Head, 66. Statue of Liberty, 67. Our Friend Virgil, 68. Your Up There Somewhere, 69. A Glimpse of Paridise, 70. South Falls (Another View), 71. New Years Day at South Falls, 72. North Falls
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*Thus says The Lord to this maimed people, to all these slumberers who
refuse to awake, to all these blind and deaf children:* *Awaken! Free
yourselves from the deluge of lies, from this great flood of sin!... Go!
Wash yourselves in the pool of Siloam, yea, immerse yourselves in The
Healing Pool of God, which was sent. Beloved, wash yourselves, make
yourselves clean, and come out from among them! Separate yourselves from
all these commandments of men, from all these false doctrines and filthy
traditions, and I will receive you!*
Yet you refuse Me, nor will you come out, for you want no part with Me as I
truly am. Thus your sin remains; and the shadow of death, it covers you... *My
own people sin against the blood of sprinkling, which makes atonement for
their sins! Behold, they testify falsely, as they continue to pervert My
name in all the earth!...* Darkness falls across the land, and My people
remain desolate. Therefore, every lampstand shall be removed from its
place, all light gathered and taken and found no more in the earth, and
judgment shall reign.
*Beloved children, you have rejected life!*
*You have turned your backs on forgiveness!...*
*WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?!...*
*My heart bleeds with sorrow, as I look upon the works of your hands; *
*Anguish grabs hold of Me, as I search your hearts and minds; *
*Deep mourning fills Me, as I stretch out My hand *
*To bring destruction upon you... *
*Great and bitter sorrows, unending grief...*
*My children have departed from Me.*
*Thus says The Holy One of Israel to this lost and dying generation; thus
says He who died and is alive forevermore. Amen:* I am The Only Way by
which you shall enter, having ripped the curtain in two; I am The Open Door
by which all My beloved shall pass through. Yet you refuse to come to Me,
nor will one of you accept Me as I truly am... *How then shall you enter
in? How then shall you pass through?*
Behold, I sent to you My apostles, that you might learn My ways; I sent to
you My prophets, that you might hear the word of My mouth and receive
correction; indeed, I sent many servants, as lambs amongst wolves, yet you
persecuted and murdered them all. And still I send more, behold, even a
multitude as The Father wills, yet you will stone them in word and by deed,
as in all times past... *Therefore, woe! Woe to the arrogant, the
high-minded, and the hypocrite! Woe to all adopted sons of satan; your
destruction draws near!...* For I had come to seek and to save the lost,
and not to condemn; and now I am come again, and still you forbear. You
refuse to harken to My voice, nor will you listen. Thus I have come to
judge, to pass judgment and to condemn.*For I am The Son of Man.*
*Therefore, thus says The Lord:* All your musings shall come to an abrupt
end! And that which you spew at My chosen shall return atop your own heads,
crushing you beneath the weight of the Truth! For My prophets are sent,
they prepare My way before Me, sounding the alarm, trumpeting My strong
rebuke!... *Behold, they shall call out to all peoples and warn every
nation! Yes, they shall give a shout and blow the trumpet! And whether you
will hear or whether you will forbear, they shall surely sing! For it has
been appointed to My sealed ones to sing a new song, of which only they
know and shall be revealed to them! And behold, they shall sing with a loud
voice in concert, to every tribe, tongue, people and nation! And whether
they will hear or whether they will forbear, My servants shall surely sing!
For the song must be sung and is sung already!*
*Therefore thus says The Lord God, The One and Only Holy Father, Creator of
Heaven and Earth:* Listen to My Son, and give heed to those I send! For the
time of judgment has come; behold the signs! For the Day of The Lord is at
hand! Peoples of the earth, do you not feel My quaking footsteps?! Do you
not feel the earth tremble at the presence of The Lord?! Behold, the
mountains shall crumble and fall upon the desolate, every high place shall
be broken down, when My anger is kindled but a little!... *Therefore kiss
The Son, lest He be angry, and you perish while struggling to uphold your
own way! For most assuredly, I say to you, the fire of His wrath is already
kindled, and shall be poured out on a day you did not look for and at an
hour you did not expect; behold, it shall be imparted in full!*
The poem on the pic reads: I wish you could love me the way I wanted to love you. This fantasy of things just won't be. It's a shame, but it'll never come true. I've tried to make this! I've felt things like never before. But we're stuck in a bitter sweet kiss, our love is bookin' straight for the door. When my heart bleeds, and these tears stain good memories in my mind… What will our needs be, but things that will dam us blind?! I'm here needing more, so much that it would be easier just to die. This is all to hard core, maybe this is where we'll say good bye. But don't forget! I was once in love with the idea of you. Caught in a net, things sifted past and now I know what feelings are true…. But on last time, hold me the way I wanted to hold you…
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and
snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world
serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed
it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, Ladder
start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire
in a fire, representing seven games, a government
for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in
a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team
by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh,
overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save
yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and
the revered and the right, right. You vitriolic,
patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty
psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Film
And doesn't know where to find them.
Leave them alone and they'll come home,
Bringing their tails behind them.
Little Bo peep fell fast asleep
And dreamt she heard them bleating,
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For they were all still fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook
Determined for to find them.
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they left their tails behind them.
It happened one day, as Bo peep did stray
Into a meadow hard by,
There she espied their tails side by side
All hung on a tree to dry.
She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
And over the hillocks went rambling,
And tried what she could,
As a shepherdess should,
To tack again each to its lambkin.
There's a stillness in time
Which I cannot define
Does your heart bleed like mine
Oh does your heart yearn
For a place we can go
Where the troubles of our time are far away
- Jamiroquai
For the hustle and bustle that is a major attraction, i love the fact there are spaces throughout the Lourve for one to stand and observe the outer world madness. Queues stretch to 500+ people long, kids running a muck, tourists from all corners of the world mindlessly snapping candid pictures of themselves infront of the attraction.
I prefer to watch and contemplate...
Old Coyote Minus
12-23-02
It was beneath the Waning Moon of a Season Ending.
Two Trails left the cold, white city of the northern plains fully intent on travel,
And travel he did,
stopping for no more than short naps and infrequently to rest and warm and purchase or trade for a frivolous and inexpensive treat,
and to enjoy a visit with a colorful local,
Then he was on.
Through new and shallow dustings of snowy prairie that fell behind him
as hidden mountains rose before him,
until he rolled across late autumn orange and yellow, mountain strewn valleys
that lead him into the buff and olive desert, with its
familiar and blazing horizons
which tweaked his heart with familiarity,
and recognized him as Eagle at sunrise,
Son of Roadrunner with Fluffed Feathers,
Owl after midnight,
and primarily, foremost,
and ultimately,
The Incarnate Image of the Spirit of,
Old Coyote Minus Three Legs Himself.
He rested at nearly mid trip in the bubbling, warm and soothing comforts of a spring
In which, in the Moon when Heart Bleeds Tears,
Her Healing Waters had Melted the Icy Chill of Sorrows Touch
And Quenched his Thirst for Relief
And washed Clean his Eyes
Until the Waters Ran Red from Las Lagrimas Del Corazaon.
Once more he Relaxed in healing,
Remembered,
And Offered his thanks.
Rested, fed, and alert, he entered
the trails of the ancient ones,
from here on,
he needed no map.
Direction would be determined by instinct and question.
Cautions would be alerted by the look in the eye of the local dweller and fellow traveler
And potential Bandit.
Motivation fueled by faith.
Curiosity quenched by doing.
Happiness satisfied by life its self.
He shook with the grip of friendship and
Sang in the tongue of the indigenous when frequently challenged by inquisitive authority and Went eye to eye with potential trouble
and Smiled in silent laughter as the world consumed his periphery.
The trail he rode, to most, would be long,
and his manner of travel would challenge even the most hardy of Pups with half his years (and with All their legs).
But he was practiced and self assured, and with destination.
Through the great desert he rode as the cool days slowly melted into warm nights
Until the morning burned bright with heat and afternoon sweltered in sweat.
Until at last, he crossed the great range that led him to cooling breezes
And the ocean sunsets.
On and on along the ragged and mountainous shore line until he arrived,
road-weary, yet,
surprisingly refreshed.
He beheld the imagined vision of his destination within sight of eye, touch of feet, smell of breeze.
He entered the salty sea and rolled in and out with the swells and waves until exhaustion relieved his arrival’s anxieties and he fell into a deep and restful slumber.
A Season’s Ending,
And a new Season’s Beginning.
This image is dedicated to a dear friend of mine who just recently lost a very good friend. My heart does bleed for her...
077/100 - 100 Possibilities Project -
Little Bo peep has lost her sheep
And doesn't know where to find them.
Leave them alone and they'll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them.
(Just a little in-game anslysis ala John Madden. If Bo lost her sheep, then of course she wouldn't know where to find them. If she knew where they were, they wouldn't be lost, would they?
Then the guy tells her to leave them alone... they're lost!! She can't find them!! What else is she going to do but leave them alone?
But wait, there's more - leave them alone and they'll come home. Now how in the world are they going to come home, they're LOST!! If they knew their way home they wouldn't be lost.
And bringing up the rear - leave them alone and they'll come home, wagging their tails behind them. Where else would you wag your tail? I don't care who you are, you can't wag your tail in front of you. So, of course, they will wag their tails behind them, it is the law of nature.
the preceding is copyrighted by Mark Baugh 1982 and 2009.
Now back to our regularly scheduled nursery ryhme)
Little Bo peep fell fast asleep
And dreamt she heard them bleating,
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For they were all still fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook
Determined for to find them.
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they left their tails behind them.
It happened one day, as Bo peep did stray
Into a meadow hard by,
There she espied their tails side by side
All hung on a tree to dry.
She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
And over the hillocks went rambling,
And tried what she could,
As a shepherdess should,
To tack again each to its lambkin.
The Little Bo Peep story
The Little Bo Peep rhyme builds the picture of a young shepherdess and the advice given to her by someone more experienced! It is interesting that the name of Little Bo Peep was derived from the derivative of the words bleat and sheep! There is no specific relevance to events in history for the origins of the Little Bo Peep rhyme. The moral of the words in the song are that one must take responsibility of falling asleep or face the consequences... The words of Little Bo Peep are quite interesting as they contain words that are an almost forgotten part of the English language. Words such as espied, hillocks and lambkin can all be found in the story of Little Bo Peep
in this heart i shall journey...
into your dream...
a dream that lasts a lifetime...
for that is the place...
where you press your ear to my chest...
and your own voice...
sings back to you...
the sweetest lullaby...
the wind carries you to me...
you silently float...
you wander into my head...
stars... like twinkling fireflies...
light your steady gait...
we dream upon just one...
for tonight...
you glow brighter then those distant suns...
i squint at your radiant beauty...
brightly woven within the veins of my heart...
behind my eyes i hear your voice...
wolves howl into the night...
audible the sound of come home...
into your bones i lay...
upon the marrow...
sucked clean...
you nourish my yearning heart...
feed my passion...
feel it burn...
my roots grow through you...
you anchor and stable...
the sway of my searching soul...
like your dangling hair...
dancing on the wind of breaths...
kissing my flushed rose cheek...
blood rushes...
a river flowing over its banks...
my heart beats fast...
in your palm you can feel...
the vibration of me...
my heart beats for you...
and...
remember this...
for...
when i bleed...
my heart bleeds your blood
© JohnnyPearl 2011
More experimentation ... err play!
This was drawn with ink, then painted, sprayed, salted, blown-dry and then a little additional ink was added. Fun!!!!
Watercolor and ink in the wc Moleskine.
Now the local hoolies will have to find somewhere else to have their ten violet alcopops before punching each other through chip shop windows. My heart bleeds......
UPDATE - Apparently the damage wasn't as bad as originally thought and the place will be repaired. Damn.
Your the type of guy who is perfect in people's eyes. Your the type of guy whom every girl wants to be with. Your cool, hot, sweet, talented. (:
I'm the type of girl who doesn't mean a thing in people's eyes. I'm the type of girl who is invisible in your world. I'm easy to get jealous. Easy to be mad. Easy to be hurt. I don't know why but every time I see you with other girls, my heart bleeds. I don't know how but every time you tell me that you miss me, my heart skips a beat though I know I'm not the only girl whom you say that to. I'm jealous because you treat every girl in the same way you treat me. Im mad because I know even if I told you my feelings, it wouldn't change a thing. You aren't mine anymore. I'm really happy because you can get along with so many friends, you can surely be happy without me. Well maybe you think that you are the one who is wrong. But that's not true. I'm the one who should have left first. So from now on, I will be right here watching over you. I will be the person who shares the problems with you, who will be there whenever you need, who is still invisible in your world.
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Mumbai, June 29, 2008
First Published: 02:21 IST(29/6/2008)
Last Updated: 02:27 IST(29/6/2008)
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Christians, Hindus and Muslims from across Maharashtra continue to descend on St Michael's Church in Mahim to witness — what they believe — is a miracle.
The dark red patch around the heart on a painting of Jesus Christ has grown since it was discovered on Friday afternoon, and so has the queue around Mahim's packed streets. Hundreds of people visited the church by Saturday night.
Almost euphoric, people queued for up to six hours to spend just two seconds in front of the painting. They were allowed to touch and kiss the protective glass before being moved along. Many broke down after seeing the 'miracle', some wept and several fainted.
However, the Catholic Church in India denied this miracle. “The Church is cautious about declaring something a miracle," said Cardinal Oswald Gracias, Archbishop of Mumbai. “God can work miracles, but it is too early to say that this is a miracle. It’s probably due to climate conditions from the monsoon. People should not get euphoric about this, but if it brings them closer to God, it is a good thing. I’ll visit the church soon to see it for myself.”
Clearly flustered by the unprecedented attention and a sleepless night, Parish Priest Father Raphael, stated that this was no miracle. “People can interpret it as they want to, but the picture is not bleeding and this is no miracle,” he said. Despite early chaos — when a stampede entered the church after the mark was first discovered — volunteers and police controlled the crowd and 500 metres long queue was formed. Ambulance crews were also on hand.
News of the ‘miracle’ spread fast and believers from Goa, Karnataka and Gujarat have made the pilgrimage to see the 3 by 4 foot painting. Several local schools gave children the day off to visit the church.
“It is a sign from God that Jesus has returned in this time of violence, sin and evil to give the message that he is dying for us again,” said David Serrao, a pastor at St Michael’s. “The blood started as a small red drop and was discovered by children playing in the church. It has now spread as Christ’s heart bleeds.” It is not just Christians that are flocking to Mahim. Large numbers of Hindus and Muslims are also coming to witness the image.
Maryam Shah travelled with her husband and three children from Malad. “I cried when I saw the blood,” she said. “We are Muslims but that does not matter when something like this happens. People of all faiths should appreciate the message.”
She was shut down again. After so much anticipation over it. We got a letter saying it was going to happen, then out of thin air today the call came. "She's been denied."
She's 4. How do you deny a 4 year old? How do you tell that little girl that she can't have the one thing that could help her walk? Tell me?! How can you justify sitting behind that desk and casually hand out the "NO" that sends people...parents...families...into a crazy spin. How do you sleep at night knowing that your word keeps a child's dream from being achieved?
She told me as we walked out the door, and I am in my anger mode over all the phone calls I've made and am no closer to an answer I want to hear...she tells me "I will walk, Mommy". Just as simple as that. I smile as my heart bleeds. "I know, but it sure would be nice to have some help in getting you there."
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"It's the End of the World as We Know It (and I Feel Fine)"
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and
snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world
serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed
it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, Ladder
start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire
in a fire, representing seven games, a government
for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in
a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team
by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh,
overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save
yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and
the revered and the right, right. You vitriolic,
patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty
psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign
towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself
churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood
letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no
fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament,
tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions,
offer me alternatives and I decline.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
The other night I dreamt of knives, continental
drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard
Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You
symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel
fine...fine...
(It's time I had some time alone)
-REM
This one says " My heart bleeds with love for you. My love is pure and true. If I were a dove I'd fly through blue skies to reach you! I am Lonely waiting for you. I am growing impatient, losing hope that you will marry me."
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White beads = Symbol of Hope, Purity, Cleanliness and True Love.
Red Beads = Intense Love, Longing, My heart bleeds with Love for you!
Blue Beads = Faithfulness, If I were a dove, I'd fly through the blue skies to reach you!
Turquoise beads = Impatience, I'm losing hope that you will marry me.
Black Beads = Loneliness/ also Grief, My heart turns as black as the rafters of the hut, I hear you have another maiden.
Fabric to be found here : www.spoonflower.com/designs/1805017