Kissinger - John Saint John

  How I'd love to hold the healing hands to give the slight soft touch to many a people buried deep in their own bodies yelling in the dead of the night till the sun downer crying out, yet in loud eerie silence sentenced.... only audible to themselves and the higher realm. What can I do for such, but implore you Oh Merciful Saviour, for a touch of thy gentle healing hands? Let them work through the simple words of little children asking their mothers - when they'd come back home... and reminding their daddys to please bring a toy upon their return. Let them be the miracle to the yearning of the presence of a goodly person Let them bring a second chance to the one beaten down by past guilt and grief of what lies ahead - should they retire to no more sunrise. These are the very hands that took the nails undeserved, to give a chance to the undeserving. They are the morning dew that drips on dry and cracked tongues, the slow breeze that cools down the heat of an overworked head, an...

I am yet to meet a kinder teacher than a good example. Oh, how I love example s !                                                                                                                             A good example is as refreshing as a glass of cold water on a hot day. Think of the complex mathematics or physics calculations that never seemed to penetrate your mind no matter how much you read? Now look back and see what role an example played. Not just any example, but a good, well-organized and simplified example: it would lift a heavy weight off your mind, make things clearer and more manageable especially by spli...

i am bigger than my form i am taller than the shadow i cast in the morning  i am deeper than  my eyes can reveal and my reach is wider than my hands can stretch, -higher than the high mountains dominating the sky. yea, i am the visible me to the eye, and the invisible me stretches all the way up and across many spaces across different levels of knowing                                                     of sensing                                                                                                        ...

Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open