Source: My Brain—Where is my Brain?
I could not stop listening to this video about metaphysical existence. It rang true to me as a human being and Christian. It is mind blowing that today extraterrestrial intelligence, and here it is. Surprise, surprise it is the voice of Jesus Christ, the Saviour of the world speaking. See what you think?
I listened to a few hours of this video and was astonished.
Everyone can benefit from listening and putting the gift of love into practice.
Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and for ever. Get to know Him in your little closet.
Are there any laws around the world that give parents rights to visit or to see their obstinate adult children? Or rights of adult children to visit their parents because of deep longings and blood and bone connection? Simply because we love them?
This issue has arisen after reflection about my own mother, who decided to ‘cut me off’ her ‘Christmas list’ when I gave her a message from God. The message was the gospel, which is freely accessible in books, in the Bible, which is the most frequently read book in the world. For some reason we were denied access to the Bible as citizens of Ireland (1948 – 1970’s) at least, when I lived there.
For many years I was not permitted to contact my mother at her request because I upset her history of religious practices (R.C).
Of course I now realize that this is a very hard call for those who have been brought up with rosary beads, mass, lent, confessions to a priest and indulgences, repetitive praying, statues and medalions (idols).
Whatever the reasons concocted to prevent me from visiting my beloved mother. I loved her deeply and dearly and still do, I wonder what my ‘natural rights’ to visit her and bring my children (her grandchildren) along?
Because of her upset, I did not visit her for many years (she died in 1986), and this was such a sad issue for me for many years. I had serious psychological problems (sadness, anger with God, etc). I have never discussed these issues with a qualified psychologist, but have talked with my soul mate, Henry and talked to my Lord Jesus Christ about this often.
Now I wonder if I should have enacted my ‘blood law’ rights of meeting my mother and ignored her threat?
Not only was I prevented from visiting my mother, who was already 12,000 kilometers away in Ireland (I am in Australia), but I was not allowed to write to her for some years. She actually never removed this embargo on me. When I did visit my homeland ten years after she died, I was accused of her death, causing me another type of psychological problem.
Now that the years have rolled away, I wonder if I have any rights in others’ view? Rights to visit and talk to my blood and bone, the mother I loved too much to let her die and go to hell (sorry, that will happen according to God’s Word) if you do not have an advocate on Judgement Day (i.e. Jesus who died for me).
Are there any laws in other places that give blood relatives who are not criminals (even if they are criminals) have they rights to contact a close relative? I think this must be an issue for many people and have a very detrimental affect on society because of deep and enduring psychological problems that never go away fully.
I was wondering if others have the same problem with passwords as I have? I do go online a lot, and am posting in various places, plus other stuff. In each site, I have had to ‘change’ my password over the years a number of times, sometimes for good reasons, like hacking.
However, I am finding that when I return to a site (like Marieseltenrych’s Blog), I have totally forgotten my password. I try a few different ones but usually end up having to reset my password and then I am asked to ‘make it stronger’ so I do that. After that I think it is okay, but later, I find that I can’t remember the ‘strong’ password that I had to put in. I have tried to put it down on paper, but alas, the bits of paper end up on the floor and from thence to the paper basket.
Anyone tot a fool-proof way of recalling a password, or loads of them because of requests of online sites?
Is anyone having trouble logging in to WordPress? I have been wandering around trying to reset password which they said was incorrect: all three that I tried: I know hackers are constantly at work out there, so I kept checking my email account but the email did not turn up.
I finally found the right page. I am wondering if there are pseudonym pages out there?
I noticed that when I changed browsers (clicking on the tiny icon with a triangle) to I.e., the whole concept changed.
I am here now but it has been a battle. Anyone got helpful ideas to stop hackers sending us off track? I noticed an Ip address 126.96.36.199 was spotted by my security guys (thanks mates) twice during this process. Can we block ip sites from here?
As this security online is taking up so much of my time and energy and making me mental, I would appreciate any clues from online gurus out there.
Got up, early. I was very hot in bed and needed to relax.
He made me a beautiful drink on our 41st and 1 day anniversary (wedding)
We brought our juicer as we are addicted to making our own fresh juice.
Went to resort lobby and registered for a Mon Repos tour on the beach looking for turtles.
Went out to search in the unknown world around Bundaberg and Bargara.
Found a most beautiful spot at Moore Park. It was all beachy there, and hardly any homes, or they were hidden away. It was so isolated and lovely, like being on the moon.
Found an amazing couple (Clive and Rosemary) who told us that there was a tavern nearby (how exciting) and that they had a cheap roast lunch on Tuesdays, for $6.95.
What a surprise to find this beautiful, almost new tavern, with its friendly staff and cleanliness supreme. We enjoyed our lunch.
We looked at the local real estate shop (almost next door) and found prices very cheap here: $350,000 for acreage and house, etc. Impressive.
Such a beautiful place, with hardly any people living here, yet there are hurting people in North Bundaberg who were flooded badly in 2011, and are still hurting.
I cannot understand this at all.
Just a few comments on our Bargara Break posted with pics. I made the mistake of choosing pictures and then found it hard to put text in.
I was actually encouraged to post this little break by Elaine Amanda (thanks friend).
Me, I hate taking any kind of break from my computer. I am chained here and it is very difficult to get a release. Because it was our 41st anniversary (wedding), I relented and said, “Yes, I will take a break.” It was so hard for me.
For those suffering from separation-computer-anxiety, I give you hope.
I made a decision and said, “That’s it.” I walked away from my computer, got in the car and sat in the passenger seat, worrying about my computer.
I wanted to go back there, to capture my computer and hug it.
I didn’t do that.
Instead, I peered at the roadworks going on, green pastures passing rapidly (he drives fast as speed limit).
Soon I had ‘almost’ forgotten my
first second love and was concentrating on my beloved of 41+ years (married for 41 years, so it’s 10 months more than that).
Loved the drive.
Loved stopping for a break.
Kept asking “Are we there yet?” typical non-comprehending passenger.
Stopped at Gympie and had a wonderful roast. That was interesting because they wanted cash and guess what? Yes, I didn’t have any; well maybe a few coins that were not enough.
The girl (thank you lovely girl) believed me and prepared our late lunch (after 2.30 pm).
Soon he reappeared, smiling, looking so handsome, so attractive… (enough of this)
Finally arrived in Bargara around 5:30 pm. Monday.
Resort restaurant was not open on Mondays!!
Headed for Reilly’s restaurant. It was open!! Halleluia, we could eat.
Lovely staff, woman who looked 25 claimed she was 42. Still don’t believe her.
Had chicken a-la carte (French word) and He had mud crab and fish.
Everything was lovely and no bones about that.
Back to resort; watched TV for a while, had a liqueur and our own peppermint tea.
Went to bed.
It was very hot. Put the fan on (three times)
He slept well in the rafters where he can snore peacefully.
Finally, I think, I slept.
Next day: more…