I just arrived from Santa and will go back to Santa, since he was so nice to me. I think I'll flirt with Santa, so that I also can live for 400 years!!
abcWOMAN: I just arrived from Santa and will go back to Santa, since he was so nice to me. I think I'll flirt with Santa, so that I also can live for 400 years!!
Rumple4skinStoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire, England UK980 posts
ParamaSathya: And at last we also have to be amongst our ancestors
Sort of. I don't believe in reincarnation but I do believe in organic cultural evolution. Each culture having its own life & death cycle in which each generation is merely a chapter within the grand saga. The essence of a being flows through the ages, but only once does this essence manifest itself into the consciousness which I am now experiencing.
Rumple4skin: Sort of. I don't believe in reincarnation but I do believe in organic cultural evolution. Each culture having its own life & death cycle in which each generation is merely a chapter within the grand saga. The essence of a being flows through the ages, but only once does this essence manifest itself into the consciousness which I am now experiencing.
Believing on something doesn't make any difference my friend besides stopping your intellect of going beyond. It limits your ability,capability and your own intellect etc. Be on search
imforeal123morecambe, Lancashire, England UK59 posts
ParamaSathya: Believing on something doesn't make any difference my friend besides stopping your intellect of going beyond. It limits your ability,capability and your own intellect etc. Be on search
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
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