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Crosswalk.com [31 Oct 2006|11:44pm]

[ mood | contemplative ]

I recently came across a wonderful internet company called Crosswalk.com.  Their mission statement was very comforting to me regarding the nature of their work:


As a Christ-centered, for-profit corporation, we will create value for our customers, employees and shareholders by:

  • Bringing glory to God in all that we do;
  • Equipping people to grow in their faith and the practical application of it in their lives;
  • Enhancing fellowship, communication and relationship-building within the Christian community; and
  • Encouraging and enabling personal involvement in the care of those who are spiritually, emotionally, physically or financially poor.

They also have a very scripture-centric statement of Faith, saying additionally, "We believe that the Bible is God's written revelation to man and that it is verbally inspired, authoritative, and without error in the original manuscripts."

They, in fact, wrote a story a bit more than a year ago about the crisis of Bible illiteracy in our nation today in an attempt to promote the reading of it.  If all of our predominantly Christian nation read the Bible, our problems would not be so great as they are.   The important story about Biblical illiteracy is here: 

I found the link to that story here:

what do you think?

The Dreamsbox & Sinsbox Projects | share dreams and sins [07 Feb 2006|07:38pm]
[ mood | awake ]

Hey all,

I was on blinklist and saw the following article about dreamsbox.com and sinsbox.com. Since its revelant to this community, I thought I would share it:

"Two documentation projects emerged this month to spearhead a new push in the Web
2.0 era for simplicity. The Dreamsbox (http://www.dreamsbox.com) Project seeks to
document the world's dreams, allowing for anonymous posting of dreams along with
the creations of free personal dream diaries. The Sinsbox Project (http://www.sinsbox.com) seeks to document sins and secrets, allowing for anonymous confessions and submissions of expressional art. Both projects allow for a unique rating system..."

Both projects are actually pretty addictive and fun. I love the fact that they're simple to use but their design kinda suck and sinsbox.com is a bit too dark and scandalous for me but nonetheless i'm addicted. As it turns out the guy who started the 2 projects went to school with me back in the days! Now I guess he's an internet junkie. haha! Anyways, please spread the word about these 2 projects to friends and family if you can through word of mouth or through your own postings. In general, I just think that these two projects are very decent in terms of what they're trying to do. Read the "about" page to learn how cool these people are.

what do you think?

sappy passages i write to get attention [16 May 2005|10:02am]

Characterize the world as you like it...put a light or dark spin on the events of the day, speak of human beings and the culmination of our narrative as something doomed to desolation or bound for utopian ends enwrapped in some delirious euphoria. Nevertheless, in the nestled center of who we are is the will to believe one distorted worldview or another and the corresponding action we intend to take to relieve ourselves of the immediate conflict...and even though I’m inclined to feel that much of life can be insufferable...I still can’t surrender to the belief that no good will ever out from any endeavor to make the world a little less miserable for myself and others...pessimism is no doubt seductive for it makes one feel deep and honest and admits certain things about the world that many won’t who are caught up in an over-sentimentalized and often denying culture...like crying on a person’s shoulder its sadness, sure, but it feels good...even if the crying is done alone. But eventually one realizes how disempowering and stagnate the weeping is. Spinning his own wheels, stir crazy in his apartment, feeling his identity diffuse he chuckles at the misfortunes of his life gesturing to preserve his sanity and potency threatened but not defeated...its not an act of denial, its an act of courage and not allowing the frustration and darkness to have the last word.

It’s my mission to one day stop using words and actually start feeling the meaning behind them. I want to appreciate the blood, sweat, and tears expended over the centuries articulating the conceptual devices that every new generation has inherited. Words are the tools with which we put ourselves to life. We ascribe labels to moving figments of matter and systematize states of affairs into workable categories in order to transform the mysteries of the world into a well-ordered model by which we can make our lives more manageable. The broader human enterprise is to chart out the internal and external universes of being and use the accumulated knowledge as a stepping stone to elevate the individual to a more efficacious dimension of maneuvering. People can cope better with life’s challenges with more awareness across different elements. With a broader collective understanding we experience the world with a greater fullness and magnify our potential resonance in the universe. Meanwhile the conversation rolls on in a concerted quest for perfection trying to illuminate the nature of our circumstances and how we ought to choreograph ourselves to make the best of them.

I sometimes like to sit up in an elevated position of the library and gaze down on the people in red square as they all in sorting out the symbolic baggage of the ages and the shifting moods of the day concentrate on putting themselves to use in some manner. I personally study psychology...why? I think cuz I’m fascinated with people. Psychology is the systematic means of positing theories, making observations, and discovering whatever it is people care about and investigating how it is they cope with the presses of the day. Sounds interesting doesn’t it? But at the same time I often wonder if im studying psychology only to gain some objective leverage over others. I mean what is psychology really but an effort to generate a tidy catalog of human behaviors such that we can predict every event that will ever happen to us. Is it merely an avenue to acquire a God’s-eye view of my anxiety-ridden relationships?

Im talking some stupid shit now. But anyone who ever knew what was good for him was out to claim resources. With experience, wit, power and courage we grow more flexible in trafficking the gray fields of reality. And when all the complex parts of the self are well synchronized we can meet the world thoughtfully and with direct passion, not letting the fragmented analytic worries we have paralyze us when we face the impending moment.

We are all material containers of blurred memories, beliefs, and states of mind converging into nebulous whirlpools of conscious space masquerading as persons having likes and dislikes. Yet...however honest we are with ourselves the same incessant yearning for something more will strike us deep inside the skull. Happiness is in achieving whatever standards we set for ourselves...so if that be the case let those standards be our own...not those of Nike, not those of Myspace, nor those of Rolling Stone. (Which by the way sucks pretty badly nowadays.) Recently I derive my confidence and excitement through expressing myself in new ways...I am struck flat in amazement when I reflect on some of the things people have said so far. How did Nietzsche think the things he did? Can you imagine the intensity of his consciousness? What was it like for him to walk the streets among the general public? No wonder people think he intentionally gave himself syphillis. Nevertheless, all the words that have ever been said, whether they were judged to be enlightening, vulgar, or plain stupid, constitute a semantic empire of intricate dimension...I’m just happy to have a few words of my own to pitch into the fray.
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[27 Jul 2002|04:19pm]

[ mood | lazy ]

I got my first pendulum yesteday (Its SO beautiful! It has a clear quartz stone and a little circular quartz stone at the top where you hold it. If you get the metaphysical catalouge AzureGreen, you can see pictures.) and I used it to ask a series of questions...its so scary the way it works so well for me.

Actually, I'm almost not surprised cause my tarot cards are working fantastically freakishly well lately too. I'm something of a collector.

I got my first tarot deck two summers ago, the Goddess Tarot (Which is BEAUTIFUL). They worked well with me and I loved them so. A few months ago I buckled and got the Rider-Waite deck, which I had always sworn I would never get, not because its such a popular deck, and nearly every collector I've known has the deck, but because the pictures were not eye-candy like the Goddess deck. But nonetheless, I got the mini-deck and its so adorable...it was ten bucks, I didn't care. I'm going to be giving those to my cousin.

Then I got two more decks at Barnes & Nobles, I'd say in the last week or so. They were on sale for 75% off and anytime you can get something you love for that much off (And especially if they run 16 bucks a deck as the ones I got were) you POUNCE on that chance.

I got the Lord of the Rings Tarot and on the advice of the friend with me, Alister Crowley's Thoth Tarot.

I got to know the decks and got to know the feel of how they would work for me, and how I would work for them, just as I had done with my other two decks. (Or tried to, in the Rider deck's case)

I tried the LOTR first, since I was more familiar with the series. They worked fine and we had a great relationship.

But nothing prepared me for what happened with the Thoth deck.

I shuffled the deck the first time and laid the cards out as I always do (Celtic Cross fashion, ugh, will SOMEONE hook me up with a few good book titles of tarot spreads or a website which illustrates thusly because I'm not exadurating when I say thats one of the entire THREE spreads I know) and I was floored by their accuracy. Those cards have NEVER been wrong on me, and I'm not yet comfortable to read for others with the deck yet ( I carry my Goddess deck with me always and if I'm asked by a friend to read, I use those) but I will probably only use those for my own use and adopt another deck strickly for reading for friends.

2 thoughts| what do you think?

[10 Jul 2002|04:23pm]

somebody alive? XD

3 thoughts| what do you think?

A New Community!!! [26 Jun 2002|07:53pm]

[ mood | anxious ]

Hi everyone, this is a plug for my community ImortalDarkness. This is a community for a series that me and my friends are currently writing, any comments or critique would be welcomed!! thanks bunches!!

what do you think?

My conversation with my ghost! [06 Jun 2002|10:10am]

[ mood | curious ]

I did a pendulum reading
and asked all sorts of questions!
and when I asked 'what is yes?' the ring swung back and forth
and when I asked 'what is no?' the ring TWISTED!!!!!!!
it was sooooooo wonderful!
the spirit told me that it is male, 12 yrs old, lived in my house once when alive, liked having us (my family) there
it also said that the other spirit on the property was its step father.
said that his step father was good to him and loved him, but he didn't love his step father back and feels guilty about it.
said that his step father died first.
said his name wasn't Jacob (as Jill had wondered) but that he wouldn't mind if I tried to find it out.
what was cool, was when it didn't know the answer to a question, the ring was PERFECTLY STILL even though my hand shook.
I asked if it understood my wierd language, it said yes.
I asked if I said good things, it said yes.
I asked if he watched over and protected my children, he said no.
I asked if God protected my children, he said YES!!!!
so cool!
I asked if Jonah was as skeptical as he seemed, it said no. (and Jonah threw a shirt at me and grinned, lol)
I asked if it knew and remembered Jill, it said yes.
I asked if jill was having a girl:no a boy: yes
I asked if I could talk to it agian later, it said yes.
I asked if other people had ever tried to talk to it, it said yes.
I asked if people other than my friends and I had tried, it said no!!!
I asked if it was as spooked out as I was by this communication, it said yes, heh.
I asked if it knew that I worked with teens about its age, it said no.
I have so many other questions for it now and I am going to try and figure out his name so I can talk to him some more!

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important [20 May 2002|10:40am]
and finally me too.. So many people are dreaming such apocalyptic things in these days. This is the first time I did, too. I still don't know what it means. If anybody of you dream such hings, please tell your dreams here. This is kinda intresting, I think, and I would like to find ot more about it.
And yes, O consider this an important entry, XD please comment and tell me if you think if such dreams mean something at all or not or something else, or whatever...

so here the dream:

It first a computer game, where one had to jump over a worldmap. the countries gor destoyed after the second or third touch. Suddely I was in the game. I was afraid a bit, but not much. I felt very.. I dunno. As if I had the power ove the world.. O.o suddely I knew it was something about war and betrayal, and I found a last count�ry that was fair. And it lived, it couldn't get destroyed. It was the 'Gaelic council' or so, something with Ireland. It layed in the northwest of the world. However, I heared a voice, like a reader in a good movie, e.g. lotr. he said 'it looks as if they were rescued.' but then 'but they trusted too much in the others'
And suddely China and America came, like 'we don't want you to have a country left. all or nobody' and then they destoryed the ast country, the world was gone, and I woke up.
what do you think?

I need opinions please... [16 May 2002|03:37pm]

My bf had a strange night recently. He told me he had the same dream about 6 times in one night just repeating itself. He said he was in a small city and the end of the world started basically. He said you could see the cloud and feel the impact of nuclear bombs, and then you could see the ripple wave sweep over the entire area including him. He told em it was strange, you felt this unbelieveable pain for a second and then he was just floating in darkness. Any ideas abotu what this means?
1 thought| what do you think?

[13 May 2002|09:41pm]

[ mood | amused ]

Is this place alive? :)

Look lively people.. *pulls out a feather duster* - be afraid..

4 thoughts| what do you think?

[12 May 2002|01:43pm]
Strange dream this night: I was on an island, with some peopole I knew, but the only one I could remember was my sis. This island was a cirlle lamd around a vulcano. Between the land and the vulcano were about 3 metres water. And this vulcano (how is that caled when it gets active.. exploded?) however, a few people drove there to see it. so my sis. unfortunately I sat in the car too. We drove over the driver and then saw that fire lances, lavar etc etc came down the street (which was built on the vulcano) I shoutet at my sister to drive away, but she was so slow.. Finally we managed to get iver the driver again and in this minute I thought 'this is just a dream. it doesn't matter what hapends.' So I was much more calm. We had to climp over few things to get away. suddely my sis was gone, and I stood in front of a house. From there the real story line disappeared, but it was still somehow cool...
what do vulcanos in dreams mean? XD
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[05 May 2002|03:55pm]
this night I dreamed about a kind of 'chase' (I mean like the game where you have to chase people who are hidden etc etc - 'scjnitzeljagt' in german) in a cool building with many secret passages etc, but it still looked like a 'normal' building, somehow a bit like an old primsry school.
however, I came to a room full of things like cool rings, gem stones, etc etc etc, everything looking very mystic. there also were a few sculls with candles on them.. and a bed and a tv in the room. there I found something, but I don't know what.
Then the dream changed, I was at a beach, and had to run away from someone. and then somehow the beach was very dangerous, and everybody was afraid of sinking into the beach. then a few of the people in my school whom I really dislke threw cookies at me, and I threw them back (^^;;) and finally I hsung the song 'the boy ids mine' by brandy and monica ( I hate the song!) and walked away into a village. I reached a church and the dream was over.

what could that mean???? if at all?
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five to twelfe or: vicious circle around the world, or: apocalypse now, or just simply: shadows are getting longer, it's *turn to start* [25 Apr 2002|05:01pm]
[ mood | okay ]

shadows getting longer and longer. just to quote one song from Elisabeth:

the shadows are getting longer,
and the songs turn cold
the vicious circle gets narrower,
but one just hears what they want to.
it's five to twelfe, time's already over!

I can feel it. that's not just stupid stories for fun. It is like his! something happends. not just in my life, not just in germany. woldwide, and more. The atmosphere of the whole world changes.
I keep reading The FAZ, one of germany's most serious newspapers, which is sometimes really boring. however, the biggest articles are only writing what you see in the news everytime. but if you pay attention to those very small articles, you will find a few really intresting things. of course the FAZ is also controlled by someone - every media is - but here you get much more then anywhere else. reeally, just read the most serious newspaper you can get and you'll find high-intresting things.
well that wasn't the point, just something.
the point - the atmostphere of the whole world, the feelibg. it changed much. It's not much more needed, then it's enough and something realy big will happen. it's like when you are really angry, but keep it to yourself. the time will come that you explode. same here.
normal people do not believe that anything even could happen. the others hope that it won't.
I layed tarot for the world situation the other day.
for those who understand it...:
I layed the great circle, with all cards of the deck. First thing to say is that 8 of 12 cards were major arcanas. It never happend to me that there were so many major cards in onwe tarot-laying. (or however its called in english)
I can't remember them all, but there were the head down tower. I can't remeber the cars as I said, but the main messages were something like change/chaos/power/politic-crisis or similar things/death and rebirth
this lets one think, doesn't it? I'm looking forward to seeing what will happen.
so the bad atmosphere... yeah, sounds stupid, but somehow I always feel important changes in the world somehow. I can't say what or where, I just can saythat And I never can say when. I just know that the atmosphere of' change' is stronger than ever. I don't know if it will crash or calm down. we'll see. What do you think?

what do you think?

dreams and their meaning. or not-meaning. whatever. [24 Apr 2002|07:32pm]
[ mood | okay ]

so many people (included me) talking about their dreams here. Well... what do you think?
Do dreams have a meaning? If yes, all the time? Just sometimes? What parts of dreams do have a meaning?
For example I am dreaming often jut a mix-up of my past life, the people I know and some of my fears and hopes. Just very rare I have dreams who really do have a story, and of which I think they do have a meaning - I'm not very used to the whole 'there was a stone, that means.. a cloud means.. the car tells you that... -dreamsign' thing. I'm not good in telling meanings of dreams at all most of the times unless they do have a 'story line'
So what do you think?
Hey people, please a few more than usual to write an answer, k? ^^;;;;

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Soul Survivor [23 Apr 2002|09:44pm]

I spent much of the morning turning this dream over in my mind. The intensity of the dream lingers in my memory better than the details. I'll recall what I can.

The entire universe consisted of a few hundred square feet of space and about thirty people. We were neither indoors nor out. We had neither weather nor windows, yet the sun shown down on us like a late summer afternoon. Beyond the edge of our universe was nothing. It was not black. It was not something. It was nothing. It was like atmosphere that we could not touch. There were no walls keeping us in, nor a cliff keeping us away, yet I knew we could not pass beyond. We had a few tables and crates to sit on. And we were dying.

One by one, our universe was emptying, shrinking. Each of us possessed a small, electronic device that I quickly came to fear. It was not unlike my cell phone in physical design. The time would come. Simultaneously, we would all activate our devices. The world would freeze in time for just a moment, though we lost not our conscious awareness of that moment. When the universe moved forward again, one of us was gone. It was terrifying.

We were out of food. I walked among my companions, searching for something... anything. Nothing. It was only a matter of time.

One person vanished, then another. As people disappeared, so did our universe. Eventually there were only three of us left in a space no bigger than a child's bedroom.

I knew this was the end for me. I knew I was next to go. The void was random, yet somehow I knew it to be true. We all picked up our electronic devices... and I noticed an unusual cloud formation beyond the edge of the universe. "Look at those clouds!" I exclaimed. The clouds were dark gray against a thin blue background. They were miniature, no more than three inches thick and less than six feet from the ground. They moved quickly.

As soon as I uttered my sentence, the man sitting opposite me stood up. The clouds approached from his side of the universe toward mine. They were inches from his head. My mind yelled Duck! but I didn't have time to speak again. The clouds touched his head, and he disappeared. I was devastated.

Two of us left in the entire universe. I'm not entirely sure who was left with me. I think it may have been Dweezil. No food. No hope. Nothing left to do but pick up our electronic devices. We each pushed the button...

...and this time, the universe didn't pause. It changed to a nearly colorless universe, except for the deep electric blue that made up the outline of my soul as it rose from its body. I glanced back and saw the last remaining person in the universe collapsing over my body in grief.

I had not time to watch this person, for my soul started moving forward. I saw a light ahead of me, and I felt afraid. I was not afraid of eternal consequences of my life. I was simply afraid of the unknown. I drifted toward the light...

...and found myself in the audience of a large amphitheater. Row after row of seats, all filled with college students (of which I was now one), poured back from the stage. The stage and first section of seats were indoors, but the back half of seats were outdoors. I sat quietly near the back and realized I had been reincarnated. I looked around me, trying to get my bearings, and saw the person who was hit by the clouds. I leapt up and ran to him with joyous exclamations on my lips. He worked as a janitor for the theatre and was not as happy to see me as I was to see him. I realized he had lived in this life for some time and had already adjusted. He told me to calm down, lest I draw attention to myself, and that he would talk with me later. I waited, and while waiting I came to understand that the last person from my previous life would soon be in my life again. That made me extremely happy.

After a short while, the janitor found me and explained some things to me. He pointed me toward the entrance of a dark tunnel that rested at the end of a long series of piers. The edge of the tunnel was lined with white lights to make it appear less threatening. I noticed that same electric blue light emanating from deep within the tunnel.

"They started another game," he explained. I felt a tremendous sense of relief, knowing I would not be involved in my previous experiences again. It was not until I awoke that I noticed the discrepancy with the word "game." My previous life was not a game in any form. It was all that was.
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magical stones in gloomy grottos [21 Apr 2002|02:02pm]
[ mood | okay ]

Duuuh... O.o
Had a really strange dream tonight. well it wasn't everything that odd, just a few parts. I can't remeber every single part, but well...

I was in our ciry, but it looked very medieval. I remeber that I looked at one of the rivers in our city, and it also looked more medieval. however, the old city wall was there too, and it looked pretty new. I mean, built with the same stones as they really used in that time, but they looked very clean etc. so as if I would be in that time. there was a grotto on the backsite of one of our churches. (and the church was in the dream katholic, normally it isn't.) sand in that grooto a frien of mine was somehow captured by a woman. and he had to search a little magic stone. the problem was that there was the river, which made a small lake at this place, and in it were sooo many stones...
I decited to help him, and went to that woman. she 'allowed' me to get into that grotto too, and finally we both searched for that stone. after two stones I had enough and tried to talk things out whith that woman, and finally she allowec us to go. I dunno why but after that I still searched the stone.

what does that mean????

what do you think?

[11 Apr 2002|05:53pm]
What i hate?
I just came to this thought. I don't really hate someone, I think. Of course there are people I dislike much, but hate... no. Or well... so what is hate? I have no real idea....
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Thought I'd post it here too... [08 Apr 2002|10:07am]

[ mood | contemplative ]

I had a weird dream last night:
The landscape was water and clear skies as far the eye could see. Standing on the water was a creature like from the Aliens movies and some chick. The alien was black and it's outer shell was white and it didn't have that mouth at the end of it's tongue either. The woman and the alien started kissing. It was rather strange but it didn't exactly appear to be disgusting.

what do you think?

[02 Apr 2002|07:53pm]

[ mood | curious ]

I had a really strange dream last night that I wanted to share but I am now having problems recalling the details... probably because I am trying to make sense of it and my mind is just cutting out the randomness...

But one thing that really intrigued me about that dream was that I clearly recall that I was dreaming in third person. Almost like I was watching myself like a little camera bobbing slightly above me and to my right... It was kind of spooky, almost felt like I was playing a video game... I find it interesting that my pov never seemed to stand out to me before, thus leading me to my question:

In what POV do you dream?

what do you think?

[28 Mar 2002|12:52pm]
Why do people fear death? Because of the nothing that seems to come after life? Because of loneliness? But this world is so lonely too, k, maybe not for everyone, but I feel horribly lonely here. Why do people look at me as if I was fully insane when I say that I don't fear death and dying?
Is this so wrong?
Why do they say I was totally mad when I sa that there are more than this one world are existing? And that magic is something real, but this world seems have a higher anti-magic than others?
And why do they even say I was mad when i tell them that I want to become a musical-actress and once play Elisabeth in the musical?????
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