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The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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Definitely the highlight of my two weeks travelling through Rajasthan. Read my blog on my stay here:
www.richardisaac.co.uk/2012/12/travel-pushkar-india/
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© Richard Isaac. 21/11/2012. Pushkar, India. A camel trader tries to restrain its angry camel by holding onto its tail, at The Pushkar Fair. The Pushkar Fair, or Pushkar ka Mela, is the annual five-day camel and livestock fair, held in the town of Pushkar in the state of Rajasthan,India. Photo credit : Richard Isaac
The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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#Woof: RT @DailyMemeSuppIy: I get so much PUSSY P - panic attacks U - uncontrollable anxiety S - suicidal fantasies S - sadness Y - yearning for death ift.tt/2xuk8Aa
Tommy had the camera last night looking at pics from my trip to FL last week and he started laughing uncontrollably. I asked what he was looking at and he showed me this. I forgot it was on there. He would just keep coming back to it and laugh. I'm not sure if he was laughing like "oh my god, that's my boy, what the hee haw is going on" or if he was just laughing 'cause it is pretty funny.
I have to say that one of his favorite things is to put on mommy's shoes and walk around. For some reason he likes heels. And he can walk really really well in them, espcially considering they are on the wrong feet.
Went o.k. Always room for improvement.
Sometimes I can get uncontrollably nervous when I braze or tig weld and my hands literally start to shake uncontrollably. I never know when it can start , if it does, it’s just when it’s time to feed the filler and I have been working around It somehow for many years, but strangely, it seems to have just stopped happening.
I not sure why but on the interweb I have mentioned it before, the shaking thing, and Richard Sachs responded, said just do it like nothing can go wrong. I didn’t really take it like anything, that’s not going to work I thought, but somehow, since then, the shaking hasn’t happened, not even a little. I’m starting to think those words have affected me far deeper than anticipated.
Well I didn’t think it was possible. Previously, I always thought everything will go wrong, now I don’t think that way. I have no idea but, it works somehow.
Regardless, thanks Mr. Sachs.
The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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After Sybil and Victoria’s meeting…
Victoria (shouts at Elliot from the doorway): “I’m going now! Bye, bye, hot stuff!”
Elliot (frustrated): “Yeah… Bye!”
Sybil (comes to the living room): “Don’t worry. I made sure she didn’t raid your closet this time. (smiles at him amused) I even made her promise to bring your shirt back next time she comes.”
Elliot (grumpily): “Whatever. She can keep it, for all I care.”
Sybil (raises an eyebrow at him, smiling): “What? Your favorite plaid shirt? You know, that’s one of the reasons I love you… (puts her hand on his chest and gazes into his eyes) You’d give the shirt off your back. Which reminds me… we’re finally alone again. I think I’m ready for another try.” (gives him a suggestive wink)
Elliot (rolls eyes): “Yeah? That’s tough – ‘cause I’m not.”
Sybil (confused): “What’s wrong?”
Elliot (gives her a scowl): “It didn’t seem like you told Victoria that we’re together – nor did you let me tell her. Now she keeps flirting with me like she always does, ‘cause she thinks I’m still available.”
Sybil (sneers amused): “Come on! She’s like that with everyone! She doesn’t mean anything by it… (eyes widen) Oh my God… You think she’s after you? (starts giggling uncontrollably) Thi-hi-hi-hii!”
Elliot (grumpily): “And that’s funny because…?”
Sybil (sighs and smiles at him amused): “Elliot, you take life too seriously. That’s your problem. You need to realize that not every girl who flirts with you is actually ready to jump in bed with you and chase you to the moon if they have to. Not every girl is like that stalker Ophelia, okay? I’ve known Vic for years. She doesn’t chase men – they chase her. She has her reasons not to… Anyway, she likes to make fun of them and see them sweat, and she does it to you, too. And you fall for it every single time. (grins at him) It’s so much fun to watch… Thi-hi-hi!”
To be continued soon with part 2…
The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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Attempts by the fire brigade to contain the blaze failed despite the evening falling Due to lack of water nearby, a situation has arisen where water has to be ordered…
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The uncontrollable rise of gas prices cases tragedy at a gas station.
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The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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Taken with an iPad that is a temporary replacement for my stolen iBook Pro laptop computer. This is an App that came with the iPad.
In this series, I was pointing the camera at the floor, and watching the kaleidoscope as I moved and tilted the camera... You can see these effects in real time and snap the photo when you think it has something you like... It mixes things up in crazy unpredictable ways much like a real kaleidoscope does.
Oh, I see the television clicker near the center.
The straight lines come from a colorful place mat on my small side table... I will have to go to the den to see if i can figure out where the Hebrew letter Bet came from... I think it was part of an old quilt that portrays scenes of colonial Ipswich Massachusetts. I don't recall seeing that letter...;))
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The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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I am not who you think I should be, want me to be, see me becoming
I am not your possession, your entitlement, your destiny
I am not the person I used to be.
I am living and breathing but I am not defined by your words and your actions.
You cannot define who I am, you cannot define my life for me
You cannot renegotiate who you think I am, who you want me to be
I am not your perception of me, I am not defined by your understanding or memory of me
You cannot tell me where to go, what to think, who to become, what to think
I do as I want, when I want it, as long as I want it.
I will not be defined by your construction of me.
I will not be defined by your actions and words towards me
I am not female. I am not south asian. I am me first.
You may not impose your feelings on me
Treat me improperly
You may not judge me and disrespect me
I will not be at the brunt of your hypocrisies
Of your lies and false promises
I will not be suffocated by your agency
Your ability to seize my opportunities
Because you may have the power the control
You may seek every opportunity and every breath
But my mind is all my own
You cannot entrap my mind with your words
You cannot entrap the very essence of me
Living breathing flowing freely mysteriously flowing everywhere, uncontrollably flowing all of me everywhere, out towards the universe and I am overcome by me the wholeness the fullness that is me, the paradox that is me, the contradiction that is me
The beauty the ugliness the bitterness the sweetness the completeness which is me
Not who you see me as
Not who you think I ought to be and should become
Not what you think I like
What my desires are
But who I am fundamentally
I am no woman
I am not a south asian
I am me and that is fundamental outside of the cultural and gendered identity imposed upon me
Outside my skin crawling everywhere seeping out oozing out into the minds into the universe
You cannot contain me through the crevices of my female body
You cannot hold me hostage by the color of my skin
Because we all have skin and they are all the same
The blood which runs through our veins
The tears which break our hearts
The same warm tears gushing down
Gushing down so fast
With all of me
But I do not give up
I am not who you want me to be
Who you see me as who you define me to be
I am not your expectations
I will not be defined by the reflection in the mirror when skin deep appearance are never to be trusted
What is true lies deep within our souls, in our blood and in our bones
Faces are empty crevices, empty holes and hypocrisies
Faces are lies, lies told through the color of skin
Through the color, color, creed, nationality
What divides us over and over again
Time and time again we fight
Fight over religion
Fight over color
Fight over class
When will this fight be over
I will not be defined by you
I will not be the image you potray of me
You are able to mutilate my body
But my mind is my own
My very own mind that runs freely despite your entrapment
Despite the commercial imposition you have set upon our world
I will not be defined by you
My curves will not compromise because you do not see them as beautiful
My curves are my own and I love them
Every each crevice, every inch, every nook
Every unexercised, ungymed part of my body
Because I refuse to readjust myself to fit who you want me to be
I know I am beautiful and quite frankly I will nto have you tell me otherwise
And the beauty has nothing to do with the way I look, it is within me it is within us all.
But there is something wrong with a world which makes so many of us feel ugly,
Makes us hate the very reflections of us which reflect to us our vanity
So we buy products to cover shit up
And wear cologne and perfume to smell nice and all.
When under the covers, under the make up
Behind the gym memberships where does the truth lie
Who can explain the state of world where one part of the world bodies are dieing and being mutilated while in another part bodies are laid down but it is for the purposes of tanning
How can we be blinded by our own destruction
How can we not feel the pain for our very own brothers sisters mothers fathers lovers and friends
When did other countries become foreginhers and enemies
So I will not let you define me
I wont ever be who you want me to be
I will not conform to your standards of beauty
Because I don’t want to be skinny and emaciated
You can keep your plastic surgery and hair extensions
I am going to be me and all that I am
I will not be who you want me to be
You have set up capitalism to entrap us all
Suffocated us and enchained us to dollar bills as if they were the end all be all
As if they were the salvation to what,
A heaven for people who are only Christian for namesake
What have we become
Are we empty bodies roaming from 9 to 5
For what really
For that pay check at the end of the month
For that beemer for that Gucci dress for that benz
When it entraps us all
Further and further we get entrapped in the claws of capitalism
And we are suffocating but we ourselves do not know we are suffocating
The walls are coming down upon us and we are stuck
Here we are
We have a house a mortgage to pay,
Kids to send to school
They need their cell phones, ipods and laptons
So the bills go on
And the slavery continues
While some people are not even fortunate to experience this type of slavery experience a worse types
Our brothers and sisters who are incarcerated
Locked up in prison isolated
Who ever thought prisons would be a good idea
A place of suffocation
And forever they are imprisoned
Even when the metal bars in front of them open, they are impronsies
No jobs no opportunities and back to the same lack of opportunity which put them there in the first place
And so the cycle continues and racial profiling continues
Why is there so much hate and distrust of our communities
Of our own borhters and sisters
Why did color creed and nationality become everything
Do we not feel the same pain when our family is ill or in pain
Then why do we stop these emotins for our blood relations for people of our color
Because we are black white Indian, native amercian?
No, we are human first
Why do so many of us forget humanity
Forget that lives are suffocating
Dieing
Dieing endless
Endless death and destruction
While people watch American idols, bachelor, and day time televiosn
People are being slaughtered murdered raped
The genocide of the mind
The genocide of native maericnas of African Americans of Chinese Americans
Why have we forgotten the history or perhaps we have forgotten because the sotires never got told
The stories which would send chills down our backs
Oh great America could it be
Could we have raped and pillaged to?
But we did rape and pillage and we continue doing so
Change starts from home and it starts with akwoleandgement
When will native Americans get a proper apology for the genocide which was done upon them
Who has the answers and who has say
I will not be defiend by you
I will nto be sinlences
I have a voice and I will speak for those who cannot
Write for those who are not able
I am tired of being suffocated in lies corruption of a material world which pulls me in yet I struggle to free myself
Liberate myself
My body my life entrapped
Yet my mind is free
It roams all around the world and it sees everyone like family
You are my own
Every one of you
Whether you hate me or love me
I consider you my own
We are human first
Human is what I am
I am not south asian
I am not woman
I am human
The very blood running through my veins, the sweat which drips on the forehead, the tears which seep silently down my eyes when I think of the atrocities which have been committed in the past and are being committed now
Sometimes I do not know how we exist
In our bubbles
Perfect little bubbles with starbucks and express
With our university educations and laptops everywhere
I am not who you want me to be
I will not be defined by you
Not now not ever
Most of all,
I will not be silenced
You may entrap my body
But you cannot take my mind
For my mind is free to roam the universe and it shall do so time and time again screaming in agony.
We are all human. We are all human. We exist. All of us. We are all human. All in suffering.. all in pain. The suffering of every child, woman, man, is my suffering, the alleviation of this suffering is my calling.
The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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Señora Pilucha do Ferreiro.
“Time and trouble will tame an advanced young woman, but an advanced old woman is uncontrollable by any earthly force” – Dorothy L. Sayers
John Barry – The old woman (From Somewhere In Time Soundtrack) www.youtube.com/watch?v=kop94e8KXls
don't worry baron. there's always the chance that doughboy will do something even stupider than plaxico burress.
Composite shot of the nightmare I had about uncontrollably falling. Model: Joey Hinojosa via 500px ift.tt/1GbF2mv
The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
bhaktimarga.org
The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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USS Wasp, a 14,700 ton aircraft carrier, was built at Quincy, Massachusetts. She was commissioned in April 1940 and spent the next two years in the Atlantic area, taking part in exercises, Neutrality enforcement, "short of war" operations and early World War II tasks. In April and May 1942, Wasp assisted the British Home Fleet in the North Atlantic and twice entered the Mediterranean Sea to deliver Royal Air Force aircraft to Malta.
Wasp was dispatched to the Pacific in June 1942 to reinforce U.S. Naval forces there in the wake of the carrier battles of Coral Sea and Midway and in preparation for offensive operations in the Southern Pacific. In early August, she participated in the invasion of Guadalcanal. The remainder of her service life was devoted to the effort to hold that vital island in the face of Japanese attempts to recapture it. On 15 September 1942, while steaming well to the southward of Guadalcanal, USS Wasp was torpedoed by the Japanese submarine I-19. Uncontrollable gasoline fires forced her abandonment, and she was sunk by torpedoes from an escorting destroyer.
Lone lion that I encountered on a dawn walk at Mana Pools, ZM.
This chap sunning himself on the Zambezi flood plain at Mana Pools is a big brute…. note that his face has been rearranged by an opponent’s claw / fang…his left nostril has a huge split and the cheek below the left eye is heavily scarred. Life in the wild is tough and unforgiving…
I was spread eagled on the ground about 20 yards from him for this shot….I think it’s a reasonable image, notwithstanding the uncontrollable twitching of my extremities!
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i believe that female energy is one of the most nurturing things in this world
once it becomes unbalanced and uncontrollable, simply chaotic though, the extent of harm it can cause is dangerous
My first dog. A German Shorthaired Pointer from champion lines. I begged for my first dog. He was bad. Very bad. He tore up our backyard, ate every plant my Mom bought, jumped on guests and was generally uncontrollable. But I loved him. He's always been there for me. He's never lied to me. He's never backstabbed me. He was always there when I cried. All he wanted was a full bowl of food and a few pats on the head. He was content to lie around in the sun all day.
He was the most handsome dog ever. He was more beautiful than those German Shorthaired Pointers on the dog shows. He had a regal sense about him, but he was still goofy. As he got older he developed fatty tumors all over his body, which is typical for older dogs. Cancerous lumps started popping up on his body, and he wheezed when he got too excited. He was much too old and frail to be a canidate for surgery or chemo. Even though he had cancer he took life in stride and loved to run around our backyard. His face started to gray, and there was a haze in his eyes. He mostly slept in his last year. The last few months of his life he refused food. But a few days later he'd inhale his food. He dropped a lot of weight. I could see and feel his ribs. I knew his time was coming. The last time I saw him I could see the light had left his eyes. He had a stroke in the middle of the night. He was wobbly, and just not himself. He was put down peacefully on January 7th, 2009. My only regret is that I hardly have any pictures of him.
RIP babyboy. You'll always be in my heart. I hope your having fun in Heaven.
The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
bhaktimarga.org
The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
bhaktimarga.org
The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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I had to write a short bio about myself for Uni today.
I am a born and raised country Victorian girl. I love dresses and photography, sewing and cooking. I love fart jokes enough to laugh uncontrollably and Richmond FC enough to cry uncontrollably. I will never admit defeat when opening a jar, I can sing almost every Macklemore song word for word and the presumptive authority of GPSs makes me want to defenestrate them.
Accurate?
Divine Miracle - Swami sent an Australian to his Home through the Interview Room
In 1993 between Dassera and Diwali a group of Sai devotees from Australia were given an interview with Swami.Out of the eleven devotees one was crying uncontrollably. On being questioned by Swami, he said that his wife was extremely ill and due to anxiety for her he was weeping. The loving and Divine - playing Lord authoritatively asked, "So, would you like to be transported to your wife?" The answer was, "Yes":
What happened next was wonderful and miraculous. He hit the adjacent wall three times with His fist and immediately the weeping devotee started seeing the country of Australia on the wall. When He hit His fist for the fourth time, the Australian saw his town on the wall. On hitting His fist for the fifth time the Australian started seeing his house. Then Baba asked the weeping devotee, "Is this your house?" - "Yes", was the reply. Baba replied, "Go, meet your wife in your house". That person entered his house and went near his sick wife. At the end of the interview only ten people came out of the interview room and not the eleventh.
The people outside came to know about the happenings and, though extremely surprised, also had doubts whether the eleventh person actually reached his house. On investigating the above, it was confirmed that at the time of the person entering his house through the wall at Baba's command (In Prasanthi Nilayam), at that very moment he had entered his house in Australia.
- Taken from the book "The Wonderful Leelas of Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba" by Anil Kumar Malhotra.
Om Sai Ram