Olafur Thor Eiriksson
http://www.netsaga.is/media/files/Absolute.mp3
-I'm somewhat displeased with my endurance, my love, the way my friend becomes crestfallen shortly after it enters your heaven, he tells her a little abscent-minded, where they are lying together under a single blanket, exhausted after yet another love-making. She visits him almost every night and they love being together.
"-Bigotry", the son calls the behaviour of his mother who's in her fifties.
“Get off my husband!” I heard my grandmother scream as she entered her sisters’ bedroom, as I ran into the hallway, my grandfather ran past with my grandmother following close behind carrying gun. When I asked what happened, my grandmother, Anastasia yelled, “Your grandfather forgot ...
The display case of The Crown Jewels, of the Queen of England, in the Tower of London was a place of wealth and happiness. As I stood by the Crown Jewels, the smell of wealth with expensive cologne and perfume arrived. As the men looked at their Rolexes, the women wore diamonds, like ...
“Where ever you go in life; always know you’re never more than a heartbeat away.” my grandfather said as he produced a gold pendant from around his neck. My grandfather opened the pendant and inside were two pictures. One picture was of me at two months old, and the other picture was of girl I did not recognize. As I was looking at the picture, my mother came ...
3-07-07
I have been pondering on the questions and concerns that most client's ask, it came to me to share about Foundations. At one point I had a diagram that showed the different levels in relationships. By using the analogy of the foundation of a building or a house as a comparison to the spiritual aspect of relationships, we know that without a foundation the house has nothing to stand on. Without a Spiritual foundation a relationship has nothing to stand on.
@ 6-7-06
In the Peace of Stillness of my heart and Soul God give me all that I need to proceed through this day in Joy, Love & Harmony. God Is. IAM.
Can you imagine what that does to our human minds? They kick and scream and want to hold on to their beliefs, pain, fears and sorrows.
I know that many of us are perplexed when we do everything we are taught to do, everything we know to do, and nothing in our lives changes. So many of the calls received deal with that kind of disappointment. For years I had that experience and could not figure it out.
I was blessed to live in an area where there was a huge choice of teachings, teachers, healers and talented Psychics. I did take advantage of that and got totally involved in growing, healing and learning.
11-21-09
Having Free Will gives us the appearance or concept of being able to do what we think is right for us in each moment. The operative word and challenge is the word "think," along with the opposite of thinking being feeling. Neither one is going to allow us to listen to that "still small voice within."
@3-38-07
I had an unexpected client come to my home yesterday. She shared her story about her relationship with the man in her life. It was almost an exact parallel to another story I heard about 15 years ago from another client. I will share that story with you.
9-17-08
Once upon a time there was a little girl who thought she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She saw life through rose colored glasses and never for one moment doubted that she wasn't a magical being.
http://www.netsaga.is/media/files/Leaving--sso%281%29.mp3
http://www.netsaga.is/media/files/Ssomagicjust%20suddenly.mp3
Having been working on and introducing my website "Netsaga.is" approx. for two years destiny happened to enter my ceaseless search for my "better half" in an amusing way.
During the fall of 2005 in very good weather I had once again placed myself infront of the Bonus-supermarket on Laugavegur in Reykjavik distributing my namecards to just about every customer.
The piercing rain continued to pelter down on the lonely figure, as it stared aimlessly into the blackening night. Confusion shrouded the frail woman as she wondered how it was that she always wound up standing above the view of the city. She tried frantically to search for a piece of memory that would aid her in remembering the events that which led her to this place. Thunder deafened her ears and a stroke of lightning illuminated the sky. It seemed almost an omen and it startled her feet into flight. She fled down the mountain, down a path she knew all too well, her tears merging with the unrelenting rain.
Giselle slumped forward, screwing her eyes closed as the tiniest rays of sun found their way through the drawn curtains. She drew her knees to her chest and waited patiently for the remnants of sleep to leave her. A pounding headache loomed as she laboured out of bed.
'What a splendid way to start the day.'
Forgotten Flame
Chapter 1
Alice was ready.
Her excitement had been growing ever since she'd emerged sleepily from under her pastel patchwork duvet, kissed her husband good morning and moved energetically into action with the morning's jobs.
An appropriately healthy breakfast was quickly prepared with orange juice, croissants and an immaculately ironed shirt put out for him to wear at work.
She noted with approval the twinkle in John's eyes this morning and that he was looking exceptionally dapper in his grey suit and light blue tie. Perhaps she should have stayed in bed longer - but then she dismissed the idea. There were too many things to do.
The last notes hung in the air and died softly. Then more than a thousand people were on their feet, clapping and cheering.
On stage, the musicians smiled. They could see the applause on the face of every member of the audience. Not one of them could hear it, or the calls of "More!" and "Encore!" Except for the conductor, all the members of the orchestra were completely deaf.
Mark saw Laura glance from the stage in his direction. She smiled at him, but there was a question in the smile. It was the one question he had not dared to ask her when she had told him the incredible news about the orchestra for deaf people: "Does this mean you and I can play together again?"
I am sorry I can't introduce myself right now, because I am running.
The sun has not set yet but it is dark. There are dark clouds all over the sky and they are filling the air with water. It seems as if today they are going to cry all of their tears away. I am trying to run as fast as I can but the rain is faster than me. So far it hasn't let me win. The wind and rain are trying to stop me but I am not going to let them do that. The wind is firing the rain drops like bullets on my face but nothing is going to stop me today because today I have to reach for a place, I have to reach for my life, I have to reach for the bench; yes___ the bench.
I go pass the lamppost that is only illuminating the rain. I cross the road, jump over the wooden fence and land into the world of my yesterdays.
Right now she is seated so close to me that I can feel her breath on my skin. In this blood freezing winter, I can't resist longer against her heat-pumping eyes. She is glaring at me for quite some time now and I am burning in the warmth of her intentions. I might have melted by now but a cold yet sober reflection has kept me from dissolving into weakness.
After losing the glare offensive, the five soldiers of her hand started creeping towards me. These soldieries were not communists any more, if they were, they would have snatched me by now. I can feel the vibration, caused by the creeping of her hand, falling into my bones. Although her hand is yet to touch mine; the oscillation of that heart-soothing near future has made my hand to frustratingly wont for a passionate hug of that slender-finger neighbor.
They were unloading the truck. Big muddy wheels had already compressed many of the tulips and the bricks falling heavily on them were crushing the rest. For the chrysanthemums another truck was on the way.
It was a beautiful place just in front of my house, full of trees and lush green grass floating on the ground, with tulips dancing in the cool breeze. But today a big ugly machine crushed them under its black feet. They were going to build a house. A big, new house with high walls standing at the place where tall trees were standing now.
She stopped for a few moments beside one of the eucalyptus trees, watching the tulips lying dead in the condensed grass and a huge monster standing tall on them with an ominous pride.
Behind the counter of a well known restaurant called Rose's Diner, on the East Side of Chicago, there are two women behind the counter. One is an average looking, brunette. She's the kind of woman who is everybody's friend. Her name is Jean Marie Hardin. The other woman is a real pretty one, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She has the kind of eyes, that you can see right through. And behind them is the dark side of fear.
She really looked out of place here in this quaint diner. She looked like she belonged somewhere else. Somewhere else in a kind of classy place, and certainly did not look like the waitress type. Her name is Karolina Myers, and she serves a good cup of coffee. She also offers good conversation and likes good wholesome jokes.
It must have been a Friday the thirteenth for me that day. But no actually it just seemed that way. For actually it was just a typical Monday Bla-Day, for most people, except me. I am the only person I know who actually looked forward to Mondays. I usually was up early, getting a jump start off for the week. I booked as many appointments as I possibly could for the day, to kick off the week.
Who was I trying to kid, I did it to pull myself out of the miserable home alone weekend. The weekend I usually spent going over books and new properties and grocery shopping for quick meals for the week. But this Monday morning was entirely different than most, everything went wrong that could possibly go wrong.
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It all started last July. I was baby sitting my younger cousin Kristian while my aunt was out of town for the weekend. As it was getting late I put Kristian to bed and I began to watch TV. |
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There wasn't much on the TV so I decided to go on the Internet for a little while. I had AOL and used to chat to friends on it, for some reason I was looking through the search for people who like baseball.
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Blinded By Love!
I finally joined Match.com, against my better judgment. At that time, I had just turned 34 and was ready to try [again]. I wanted to meet a nice girl - someone I loved being with and loved me back.
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I was ready to get married, “settle-down” and have children. I wasn’t ready for this at 30, but I was now.
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Lisa gazed out over the Caribbean Sea, feeling the faint breeze against her face - eyes shut, the white sand warm between her bare toes.
The place was beautiful beyond belief, but it was still unable to ease the grief she felt as she remembered the last time she had been here.
She had married James right here on this spot three years ago to the day.
Dressed in a simple white shift dress, miniature white roses attempting to tame her long dark curls, Lisa had been happier than she had ever thought possible.
