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Living Touches
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from the Buds of Age
When they take you to the blind ends of fruiting green, fragrant meadows and blue transparent layer through which the ruddy rays pour salt dropletson silver horns with gold collars and when Angels are whispering softly, then louder, singing forest fairy: “Take off the blindfold, pull it off!” and when you feel that no soil or water underfoot can not injure feet stronger, you will take off into the darkness and the cold hard stone walls, torn,bloodstained from the hollows and sound like old lamentations and cries of children's voices, you'll realize that you're no longer blind and hangingupside down.
Good as it gets: no more covers, you saw through, remember and have excellent hearing.
“LIVED TOUCHES” MARCH, THE NINETH, 2013-03-09
He looked just a little confused about what to do with her. It was because of her sudden reactions. After the prayer, she took Christ, not only calmed but interested in what now he has to answer to her. She was ready to start a closer connection with that witness of her most important moments of life, but she was not able to prove that there is so in that time. It took brand new six months, a hundred and eighty days after which he had gone, knowing that she is very well, but not knowing that it was a very big job he has done with her; they together did a great job.
Witness was talking about his lived touches. He was talking about Jesus who was one of the children and kids were playing on the ground with Him and didn't believe that He is the Son of God. They prayed like those who knew Inbodyness of Jesus. Specially her Witnes was praying for psycho ...
At least a dozen times was the ritual of the Cross. Eleven years is a long time for her to return to the site and their reunion took place gradually, gently, as the Lord revealed to her that the disease will be easier. They threw her to the cross and fell right into the arms of a holy, and those who were initially marked by the grieving, laying in an empty, cold grave indifference because ... how do you help someone who does not understand, it was an excuse. And how do you understand when you do not love, was her answer from the grave, but no one answered but they all just watched some dead, blank stare whether the board is well placed on the grave. And she is not only out of that grave when she wanted to go out, she loved the beauty of first love, and often live eternal life, and the suffering of Christ and loving, and tried to take one from the unbelieving crowd with him running in front of the Christ, and the other and third, but a bunch of believers in its place only saw a cold grave. They have not seen her, have not heard her. They did not understand, but it is not so important to understand, hey! That comes later, when you hear so burning thirst for insights into the mysteries.
