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post #121 of 491
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now if that were to happen, it would be a miracle, since SO and i are not even sleeping in the same bed, and there is very little of that kind of action around here!
Well, you could always sneak up on him and tie him down! :

I'm just kidding. Or so I tell myself.
post #122 of 491
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It's truly a pleasure.
I sure hope you weren't up to hanky panky yesterday, or you might get one or two little surprises right around Halloween... : (Not that I would know, of course... ) *hides her sig*
I hear this! Dd1 was conceived on Valentine's Day. Funny thing too, I know that we *could've* brought forth another sweet babe last night too.
post #123 of 491
Amris, I would so love to see what kind of message you have for dd2.
(She's Kate.)
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post #124 of 491
Amris - What a wonderful thread! I would love to receieve a message and please do feel free to post it in your blog.
post #125 of 491
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i just saw these. how gorgeous. i would love a message when you get a chance.
White roses clutched in chubby little hands. Elders whose hands are old and crooked. And moonbeams on partly cloudy nights.

Did you know that wolves are not generally solitary creatures? Of course you did, everyone speaks of packs, it's common knowledge. Did you know that sometimes, wolves form pairs, rather than packs? This knowledge is not so common.

Do you sometimes feel like you should be part of the pack, like the other wolves? Do you find yourself on occassion feeling isolated, as if stranded on a frozen mountaintop, in the dead of winter, with only the ice, snow, and frozen lakes for company?

Oh, there are others around, certainly. But the wolf does not run with the deer. The wolf does not take up commerce with the prairiedog.

Oh, I know that you howl at the moon sometimes. I know that it looks mighty enticing to you, all white and wonderful and far away from HERE!

But my dear, my beloved, these traits that are called masculine, which you have, they are yours. You own them. Take pride in them, for they are what have allowed you to protect your family.

You chose these attributes, because your family was a priority for you. You chose them because you love your family. Are you a grand, towering, ominous cloud of power for no reason?

Of course that is not true. It is because you have a sacred, deep, immutable calling. To protect those you love.

Are you masculine? No, you are perfect!

Are some of your qualities masculine? Of course. Gentleness is a beautiful quality, but it will not help the lioness when the cubs are threatened!

Do you suffer guilt because you have injured the fragile doe? My love, my dear, my heart. You can choose a new life. Now, today.

Beloved. You are who you are, and not what you have done.
post #126 of 491
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Originally Posted by Annikate View Post
Amris, I would so love to see what kind of message you have for dd2.
(She's Kate.)
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(Woopsie, me goofy- I quoted the wrong post. [fixed on edit])

Oh, children, children, children!! Children, the wonderful children! Aren't they marvelous?

Dear Mommy. Oh, silly, sweet, loving mommy. Your child needs no messages. She sees me every day. She speaks to me in ways that you will never understand. She knows me well.

But for you, mommy, for you I have many messages. Some of them, you can hear, some of them, you miss. All of them are in complete love.

You have come here to ask me if your child is special. The most magical, wonderful, and peculiar thing about you humans. You ask me all the time for answers that you already have!

What you want, is your daughter's story.

There once was a little wheel. Its spokes were long and even. The wheel belonged on a horse cart, but it had fallen off, and rolled down into a ravine.

As the wheel passed a tree, the tree cried out, "What sort of tree are you?" The wheel tried to answer, but alas, the tree was already gone.

Soon, the wheel passed a bush. As it passed, the bush shouted, "What sort of bush are you?" The wheel tried to answer, but alas, again, the bush was already gone.

Before long, a rock appeared. Upon seeing the wheel, the rock begged to know, "What sort of rock are you?" The wheel again attempted to answer, but, alas, the rock had stayed behind.

The wheel hit the bottom of the ravine, and bounced along. It frightened away a bunny, who didn't stop to ask, but who wondered to itself, "What sort of predator was that?"

Time passed, and the wheel passed by a cactus. The cactus wondered, but didn't get a chance to ask, "I wonder if that cloud had any water for me? Oh dear, too late now."

Finally, the wheel emerged from the other end of the ravine. There stood the cowboy who owned the wagon from whence the wheel fell.

He knew the wheel's purpose. He knew the wheel's job. He knew how to put the wheel back where it belonged.

Would it make sense, dear one, for the cowboy to ask God, "What is this, God?"

Your child is here to love you, and to be loved by you. Isn't she perfect for her purpose?
post #127 of 491
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Amris - What a wonderful thread! I would love to receieve a message and please do feel free to post it in your blog.
Little fuzzy ducks. Yellow ducks, white ducks. Cute ducks, funny ducks. Do you know the creatures of which I speak? (humor)

Why would I start out talking about ducks? Are they not cute? Are they not amazing? Don't you love to watch them?

Sure, they can be useful. But they're not really here for that. They're here for you to look at. Does it seem strange to you that I would wish to surround you with beauty? That even the silly ducks are here simply for you to look at and to find JOY in?

Oh, I know how often you have cried. I know that you could fill your own duck pond with tears. I gave you to the world, beloved. To bring beauty to it.

You may think you are not beautiful, but I know you. And I know the heart and the soul that dwell within you. I made them. I created a masterpiece, if I do say so myself. It is okay for me to be arrogant, isn't it?

Do you know that, from my perspective, your heart is more fantastic than any earthly gem? That it is more beautiful than even my best creations in nature?

That the 'purple mountains majesty,' and the sublime waterfalls, even the flowers of the field, pale in comparison to the slightest reflection of your beautiful and loving soul?

Do you get weary? It is a human state, and it is honored. You are dearly loved. The angels gather around you, and they lift your heart when it is all too much for you. Their burden in carrying you when you falter is heavy, so heavy!

And they take on barely the lightest portion of your load- all together!

Can you see how grand you are? Can you see how amazing? You carry this, yet you still walk through life with hope in your heart. You still find time to sing, to love, and yes, to laugh, too.

And to see the ducks.
post #128 of 491
These are beautiful! May I have one? :
post #129 of 491
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Originally Posted by Amris View Post
(Woopsie, me goofy- I quoted the wrong post. [fixed on edit])

Oh, children, children, children!! Children, the wonderful children! Aren't they marvelous?

Dear Mommy. Oh, silly, sweet, loving mommy. Your child needs no messages. She sees me every day. She speaks to me in ways that you will never understand. She knows me well.

But for you, mommy, for you I have many messages. Some of them, you can hear, some of them, you miss. All of them are in complete love.

You have come here to ask me if your child is special. The most magical, wonderful, and peculiar thing about you humans. You ask me all the time for answers that you already have!

What you want, is your daughter's story.

There once was a little wheel. Its spokes were long and even. The wheel belonged on a horse cart, but it had fallen off, and rolled down into a ravine.

As the wheel passed a tree, the tree cried out, "What sort of tree are you?" The wheel tried to answer, but alas, the tree was already gone.

Soon, the wheel passed a bush. As it passed, the bush shouted, "What sort of bush are you?" The wheel tried to answer, but alas, again, the bush was already gone.

Before long, a rock appeared. Upon seeing the wheel, the rock begged to know, "What sort of rock are you?" The wheel again attempted to answer, but, alas, the rock had stayed behind.

The wheel hit the bottom of the ravine, and bounced along. It frightened away a bunny, who didn't stop to ask, but who wondered to itself, "What sort of predator was that?"

Time passed, and the wheel passed by a cactus. The cactus wondered, but didn't get a chance to ask, "I wonder if that cloud had any water for me? Oh dear, too late now."

Finally, the wheel emerged from the other end of the ravine. There stood the cowboy who owned the wagon from whence the wheel fell.

He knew the wheel's purpose. He knew the wheel's job. He knew how to put the wheel back where it belonged.

Would it make sense, dear one, for the cowboy to ask God, "What is this, God?"

Your child is here to love you, and to be loved by you. Isn't she perfect for her purpose?
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This is so perfect! Thank you.
post #130 of 491
Thank you so much :
post #131 of 491
I love this thread, and you have a beautiful gift.

I would be honored and thrilled to get a message.

Thank you in advance!
post #132 of 491
Amris,
I just shared dd's message w/dh and he, too, was moved to tears.

We would be grateful and honored if you'd do one for him too. :

post #133 of 491
Annikate - was the message for the dd in your healing link?
post #134 of 491
Amris can I have a message for my bestest friend jenny-bunny?
post #135 of 491
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These are beautiful! May I have one? :
Isn't this an extraordinary day? I have been waiting to talk to you. I have been watching for your signature.

No, not the one that you sign here. Not the one on paper. The signature of your soul. The spiritual writing that declares you for all to see.

You are splendid! It is with much wonder, pleasure, and awe that I see your signature! When you are here with us, when we look upon you, you are nothing like you are on the Earth.

You glow with color. You hum with a song more stunning than any ever written. Do you know the Philharmonic Orchestra? Have you ever heard them play?

They can fill an entire coliseum with thundering, majestic, expansive, powerful sound. You can stand outside of it, and still hear them, still catch the fantastic beauty of the sound. It is a sound unparalleled on Earth.

Do you know the falls of Niagra? To see it from only one view is to do it a grave injustice. To see it in all its splendor, on a sunny day when the raindrops turn to rainbows, ah, that is a sight unparalleled on Earth.

Unless.... unless what?

Unless you could see yourself as I see you.

Perhaps that is why it was so wise to make you blind and deaf to the true beauty and magic of the humans.

For otherwise, you might get so caught up in the incredibly majesty, beauty, wonder, and ecstasy of your own soul, and forget to listen to the orchstra, or see the rainbows at the waterfall.

Such is your beauty, dear, beloved one.
post #136 of 491
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I love this thread, and you have a beautiful gift.

I would be honored and thrilled to get a message.

Thank you in advance!
Putty cat, putty cat, purr purr purr. It should not surprise you that I can be silly sometimes. After all, I made you, didn't I?

You see, I love your sense of humor. I love it! It is spectacular! It is special.

Ice cream moustaches, cherry noses. Appledapple hearts, magic coins. All sorts of things.

Did you think I would forget your dark side? It is the balance of your life. The pains you've experienced in your relationships with family have been the very things that gave your laughter life.

Your laughter is music to me. But more than that, when you make others laugh, you add to their laughter a quality that is special. A quality that claims that laughter as originating with you.

It adds a sweetness and complexity to it, like a fine Sherry that has been properly aged in just the right container and with the best crops of the season.*

Your magic is in your humor. Your special place in life is there. Your job is not who you are, it is what you do. Your humor is a part of who you are.

An important part.

A worthy part.

But oh, my dear. My love, my friend, my talented jester. You are dearly loved for all that you are.

*[The writer's translation of this is limited, she does not consume alcohol, and does not know how this beverage is made, so her translation is faulty]
post #137 of 491
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Amris,
I just shared dd's message w/dh and he, too, was moved to tears.

We would be grateful and honored if you'd do one for him too. :

Welcome to this sacred space, beloved.

The subject we will talk about is one near and dear to the writer's heart. It will be difficult for her, be patient.

It is a crisis in your country. Fatherhood is threatened. You know this, you feel it, you see it.

How often have you had to face criticism from other men, and women alike, for being a father? For being a man deeply, truly, madly in love with his children. For crying real tears, for feeling the pain of your children as deeply as any has ever felt it.

Oh, papa. How honored you are. How loved you are.

May we sit at your feet and gather your tears? May we wash you in our love as you weep for the family you hold as the dearest of all treasures? May we share your burden for a time? We are begging you to let us love you.

Oh, papa. How beautiful your soul. How charming your children.

How often you see mothers complimented. How often you hear their stories. How much you wish to share yours, and be heard!

Talk to me, Papa. I will listen. I will write your stories of fatherhood across the heavens. I will emblazon them upon the realms of history in such a way that they will be known throughout eons of your time, and longer.

Have you given up on leaving a legacy in the World, to be a father? Have others told you that you cannot be great, unless you can do more, be more, accomplish more?

One day, the Systine chapel will be dust. One day, the Brooklyn Bridge will fall. Legacies gone. Lost to the passage of time.

But Papa, your legacy will be written in the heavens. Your legacy will still be writ across the skies. The story of your love for your family will be a gathering place for souls. They will tell again and again the story of the humans.

And the heavens will resound with your true name.

You will be remembered, because you were willing to be forgotten.
post #138 of 491
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Isn't this an extraordinary day? I have been waiting to talk to you. I have been watching for your signature.

No, not the one that you sign here. Not the one on paper. The signature of your soul. The spiritual writing that declares you for all to see.

You are splendid! It is with much wonder, pleasure, and awe that I see your signature! When you are here with us, when we look upon you, you are nothing like you are on the Earth.

You glow with color. You hum with a song more stunning than any ever written. Do you know the Philharmonic Orchestra? Have you ever heard them play?

They can fill an entire coliseum with thundering, majestic, expansive, powerful sound. You can stand outside of it, and still hear them, still catch the fantastic beauty of the sound. It is a sound unparalleled on Earth.

Do you know the falls of Niagra? To see it from only one view is to do it a grave injustice. To see it in all its splendor, on a sunny day when the raindrops turn to rainbows, ah, that is a sight unparalleled on Earth.

Unless.... unless what?

Unless you could see yourself as I see you.

Perhaps that is why it was so wise to make you blind and deaf to the true beauty and magic of the humans.

For otherwise, you might get so caught up in the incredibly majesty, beauty, wonder, and ecstasy of your own soul, and forget to listen to the orchstra, or see the rainbows at the waterfall.

Such is your beauty, dear, beloved one.
Thank you. I needed that.
post #139 of 491
thanks for that. Not sure exactly how it figures with how I appear to be in life currently - though the passage is appreciated.

I'm curious what this part means... what does alcohol play and what is translation?

Thank you!
post #140 of 491
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Amris can I have a message for my bestest friend jenny-bunny?
Oh sweet one. Your feelings are so delicate and fragile. And known to me, every one of them.

Do you feel like the tiny little mouse, in the home of the elephant? Do you feel like the "petunia in the onion patch"? Do you feel like a star on a sunny day?

This is a new experience for you. It takes courage to put yourself into a new situation. It takes courage to step out in faith when called to do so. It takes courage to go where no one knows you, and begin a new life.

You didn't think you had any, did you.

My dear, you are bright, sunny, golden. All your life, you have been the golden child, "born with a silver spoon in your mouth," and hearing how blessed you are.

And asking why it doesn't feel that way.

Is the butterfly blessed to be a butterfly rather than a fish? Perhaps. But the butterfly is gone in a season, while the fish endures. Yet often, people cannot see this. All they think is, "But the butterfly is so pretty!"

It is all a facade, is it not? Deep down inside, you are still a small, delicate child, crying out to be held. Crying out to be loved.

I am here. I love you. If you will allow it, the angels will surround you. They will wrap their wings around you, they will take you into their embrace. If you will allow it, they will wipe away your tears of pain, and they will turn them to tears of joy at being truly loved.

Will you close your eyes and let the angels love you, dear, brave, beautiful child?
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