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Is like you being drunk as a skunk and me waking you up when you just fell asleep an hour ago. Hungover and angry as hell.

True love is like the both of us in the middle of The Sea and I throw you overboard well away from the boat, forcing you to swim back to it not even helping you to get back into the boat.
REAL love is like dipping your head under the sea, while you're still trying to get back on the boat

True love is like throwing you into The FIRE and watching you burn, with a bucket of water right next to me, instead, I stand and just watch.

True love is like severing you in half with THE GREATEST SWORD and watching as your body goes cold, disregarding it as if it was actually dirt.

Interpret, and decipher its meaning.

Explaanation:
You being a drunk is being drunk on this world because you know nothing else, and the only way for you to sober up is me giving part of my life essence from the very heart and most deepest part of my soul. But it also allows you on the first step to the nine gates of Heaven. So Father to All gives you permission on that step, because of My Life essence within you. (Life Essence of Heaven)

The middle of the Sea is the Sea of Heaven, The Holy Waters, and when you drink from The Sea, you will not drown and die you will live forever. But the natural reaction of any human being is to hold their breathe in the sea. And to not drink of THE Holy Water is the greatest insult you could make EVER, in which you would be thrown into the dark. So I keep your head under until you drink from Him.

The Great Wall of Fire will burn out every single sin in you, f*ck yea its gonna hurt, but at least you will live to tell the tale unlike many many others who will not, because of My Life Essence within you.

And if you havent figured out the last part yet of my riddle. that sword is My Life essence within you. severing the beast from the spirit after your awakening. (drinking from the sea).

Achieving success is everybody's goal for life and there are absolutely
many different approaches
that can lead people to success. Some people choose to be normal to wait for chances, while some other people prefer to be different from everyone else. Which one is the promising way to succeed? In my opinion, I believe that once you are unique enough, you are already on the way to success.
Everybody is different and unique in their own way. When someone thinks of diversity they think of skin color, race or ethnicity, but diversity can mean other things too. Diversity can also be how unique you are from other people. I live in a country that has a wide range of different culture and religion.
Learning new things about someone's background teaches me to understand that person instead of making a judgment on her/his race.
I am open to meeting new people of different backgrounds and understanding their different interests, As we all are .....
living in
"a competitive world",
we are like playing a survival game. Only who has the sharpest brains can survive. If you don't make yourself outstanding enough else you fail to distinguish yourself from others, you will be easily replaced and eliminated by someone who is better than you.
I believe that once you are unique enough, you are already on the way to success.
being different and unique is the better way to achieve success. It not only shows your competence but also creates your own value, making you take the lead in your way towards success.
there is a lot of different directions one can try ....which
is that fundamental belief that guides me each and every day to find my special gifts, to become a better person, and to make a difference in some small way in someone’s life. Maybe it is just a smile to a stranger that comes at the right time or an act of compassion to feed a starving dog. Each small thing adds a little bit to our common good. Each of us unknowingly adds many small seaming meaningless things each day that are unique to each of us to the lives of everyone and everything we come in contact with:

Hey people,
Fuel went up by 4% and BOV went down by 10% and not paying any dividends this year so far. Makes me feel like Zuckerberg must have felt with his Facebook shortfall 5 days ago (ha bl**dy haha)!
Not a good start to this hot month of August. But I can still go to the beaches, albeit somewhat overcrowded. And snorkel!
Ah..... I also wrote a new poem, and that helps life remain somewhat bearable.
Peace

check it out

This is what happens when you take social distancing way too far.
In compliance, somebody wasn't thinking this matter all the way through.
They sure-did put their mark this bench to comply with social distancing.
It's TOTALLY USELESS now.

It's in front of a grocery store and a few steps away from where they spray carts with chemical sanitizer. I'm thinking maybe they could have peeled back a portion of the screening so the bench could be used by one person and spray it a few times a day.

From time-to-time people ignore the orange mesh and use the bench sitting one at each end.

Natural Heat is created by the sun, aka radiant Heat. But it is currently at war with unnatural heat, and before I reveal the heart of the matter. I would like to ask you, when was the last time you saw the form of mist in the mornings?

So what would be the sun's enemy? night? rain? carbon emissions?
Convective heat is the cause. What makes convective heat? The heat of a engine vehicle. A single car on it's own while running has little effect on heat flows both natural and unnatural. But 200k cars travelling through SH1 and SH16 in Auckland, spaghetti junction, might do it.

Radiant heat creates airflow and forces air towards the planet, but when 200k cars/vehicles travel from point A to B each, forces the air back up from the convective heat of the engine in which we get a change in weather flow. So my point is the HEAT emissions of an engine vehicle is the heart of global warming. Any engine that creates massive amounts of heat constantly is at fault. NOT carbon emissions.
But it is financially impossible to rectify this epic issue, you are looking at trillions at least.

Thanks for reading.

Its nice to help people around you and smile also not to put yourself first all the time always be considerate to your peers

Darn it!

I was thinking of something , wanted to write it here... I can't remember what it was about, I'm not thinking straight... Been working too hard these days.

If I remember what it was, I'll post it later

I'm iff to sleep...'night all! Oopsy

For the last few weeks, I have been locked in a battle. We're not talking a death match type battle, though, but more a back-and-forth battle. It was a battle that I was CONFIDENT I could win.

When I started this battle, I thought to myself "This will be over quickly. Easy mode activate!", but it wasn't the case. Day after day, month after month, I tried my very best to win. I even went as far as going on Google to research, how I could win this battle.

Usually, Google is helpful. Not this time. I tried to call my mother to ask her, and I tried to follow her instructions. I even went on YouTube to see how others did it. I tried to follow their steps, but alas - I was still defeated.

So now, I am accepting defeat, but not for long. I guarantee that I WILL learn to cook the correct amount of pasta/rice/food for myself. I am truly awful at judging the correct amount of stuff to boil for myself.

I will resume this battle on Monday!

I've written a little about my bratty fjord x, who in actual fact, saved my life. I won't go into that, but how, a few years later, I was able to pay it forward by rescuing a thoroughbred mare.

The ad in the paper said $500 so, for some reason, I went to see her, even though I didn't have the funds to purchase her. It was our typical cold, rainy November weather, and she stood, her neck parallel to her withers, her head down, her eyes dull. Her coat was long and rough, and as I ran my hand down her side, my hand easily slipped between her ribs to my middle finger. Her hip bones stuck out, and she stunk of the pond she had to wade through to get to her shelter.

The owner, a small woman, said she was pushy and refused to feed her because of it. Um, I'd be pushy too if I was starving. I asked all my horse friends to go look at her, as I sensed something wonderful about her. No one wanted her. She had no energy to canter, and one trainer said she didn't have the right gaits.

I asked my daughter's British trainer to come look at her, and she said yes, she had beautiful conformation, but a 'pig' eye (small) and was at a point of using her muscle to feed herself. She felt she was worthy of a $500 investment, and I arranged with the owner to pay him in three instalments and took her home.

The first thing I did was throw a blanket on her, and let her and my daughter's thoroughbred get to know one another over a fence. It was love at first sight. Alfie (my daughter's horse) was thrilled with the new arrival. They went into the same paddock with free choice hay, my mare only interested in the food.

I couldn't think of a barn name for her, her registered name being one that was so far from what she was at the moment, there was no way I was using it. After spending time with her, Moka became her barn name, her personality a little sweet, a little spicy.

Through that winter I brushed her morning and night, trying to get the stink of the pond out of her. Gradually she put on weight, her neck and head lifted and her eyes became bright. It seemed to take forever, and one day in April of that year, it seemed that when I took her blanket off, that all her winter coat came with it. There stood proudly before me, a gleaming dark bay beauty.

Over the winter, I'd taken her across the street to the riding arena and lunged her on a long line, teaching her to walk, trot, canter on command. She'd get so mad at herself when she'd pick up the wrong lead and kick out and capriole mid air to change leads. Her athleticism was astounding.

My daughter took her to a cross country event in June, and everyone asked where we'd gotten her, she was so beautiful, including the trainer that said she didn't have the right gaits. Moka smoked it in dressage, her canter was so even and rhythmic. She loved to jump and had to be held back rather than pushed on. When she saw a jump, her ears perked forward, and her attitude was 'hang on, because I'm going.' There was no hesitation with her whatsoever.

I did all the ground work with Moka, as I knew she was too much horse for me. I did get on her a couple of times, and her canter was so smooth, it was like riding a rocking horse. She was so athletic and talented, she had no hesitation in doing anything that was asked of her.

Moka continued to thrive, and her and Alfie became inseparable, mirroring each other's movements, laying down at the same time in the same position, looking like bookends. There was something so similar about their eyes, and when I researched Moka's pedigree, found that they'd had the same grandsire.

The first time I let Moka (and the other two) out into the field after that long, cold winter, her and Alf raced down the hill to the back of the 10 acres, kicking, bucking and squealing. My favourite memories are at dinner time, shaking the grain can calling them in for dinner, and watching them race each other up the hill, Nick trailing behind.

To be continued.

If you catch yourself in a cycle of trying to change
someone, or defending yourself against someone who is trying to change you, walk away. But if you are pursuing a dream, take another step. And don’t forget that sometimes this step will involve modifying your dream, or planning a new one, it’s
OK to change your mind or have more than one dream...