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The Age of Rude ?

She stared through my face as if she never saw me –  stunned, I waited. Maybe there was a mistake. Maybe I was expecting too much, but the woman wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t acknowledge my presence. It was as if I did not exist.

The next day we met again, this time in an auditorium. She talked to everyone else, but not even a nodding good-morning hint at me, as if I weren’t there.  These were new family friends, not even distant relatives, no histories exchanged. No I hadn’t stolen her best dress at school, no I wasn’t an artist rival, nothing. She was a mom like me, a citizen of this same earth, but she wouldn’t look at me.

Its possible she was just tired, or thought I had nothing of use to say to her, or be. Is possible she was having a bad day, is possible she was ill, is possible she didn’t like my face, or hairstyle, or work.

But the question followed me all day and night, it stood there between my mirror and me the next morning, it sat in my toothpaste and hair brush, my shoes and sandwich.

I asked my family if I was unlikable, I asked the dishes and newspapers, asked my morning tea and sadding– heart. Yeah Sadding. Like Madding Crowd. 

This morning, I looked at images from 2016, and most of them were images of loneliness. Someone somewhere was either hurtful or being hurt. Where are the dancers and restaurateurs ? The movers and shakers are all earthquake or badder news. You must pardon my grammer, its the way I feel today.

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What makes a nation Rude  ?
Why is there hate enough to birth students of Hate ? I do not know, but look at the pictures. There’s a few left, waiting for Hope

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I’m ashamed to even complain of small insults …. …

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What made something as beautiful as a human heart, such a refugee

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We spare no one, nothing, to bless our own business

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Are we prepared ? Sure, this isn’t about Christmas trees. Should it ?

It’s a ‘ madding crowd ‘  like T/ Harding said. 🙂 We ache for Laughter. We are thirsty for real food, we hurt for naked joys – we are beggars of joy, peace. Sellers of smiles, agents of change like never before. We do not mean to be Rude. We just dont know any other way to get through the day.  There are ravines between us. Misunderstanding. Gossip. Evil schedules, agenda. we murder with sweet tongues. ss-161216-yip-43_b9bc04da4ce709297b898c6d66a0781c-nbcnews-ux-1024-900

These are the days we should cherish though. Colours have never been this beautiful. Movies, music, books, people, speeches – they are all pretty moving.

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We as a human race are more sensitive than ever before, more shaken, more privileged, more torn, more wise, more expressive, more cunning, shrewd, street smart, savvy, we are sharper, richer, faster, we are at our most beautiful, yes we are….

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Gift me a Smile, that I may give another today. I seem to have run out of Apps.

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Harvest blessed

You harvest me

like a field

of swelling sleepy grain, waiting

for rain

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“Christmas like no other !”

408503_466640510051894_1511555378_nThis December I found myself saying, ” Dearest God  please  give us a Christmas like none other ( not imagining our dear friend Johnston Richard was onto an Album with the same  title , and asked if our visually challenged son Johann Noel would sing and do a small narration for him).

For those who know my family personally, much as we adore our kids and would promote them to the stars, there are often limitations..esp with 2013-03-24 10.20.36

Johann who has never really sung with studio headphones on, leave alone narrate  ‘cold cold snow’ not anything we have experienced. I now understand ‘snow’ is for the cold of the human heart…

Johnston Richard you raised the bar on this mother’s faith, on a  challenged kids’ sometimes lonely existence. Christmas is not exactly a festive season for everyone – for those who are disabled physically, emotionally, financially, socially,oh so many ways…

not everyone gets Christmas trees laden with gifts, banquets and new wardrobe, or Love…

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Listen to ” Cold Bethlehem” and our home visual -mix on U tube 🙂 of the song, also below, a brief from Johnston Richards

Talking about his new album and the Title :

JR  : People around the world give gifts to their loved ones and share the joy of family reunions. For many people, it is a season of give and take. However, the true essence of Christmas is the joy that comes from knowing the truth that you are loved unconditionally by God. No matter how others treat you or how you look at y0xourself. This love shatters all logic and liberates you from self-condemnation and leads you to self acceptance. Through the unseen power of the unconditional love that moves the universe, you are propelled to love ‘yourself’ and then other people unconditionally and give of yourself without expecting anything in return. Christmas like no other is the moment of history when time stands still and you experience selflessness and accept the intense and unconditional love of the creator of the universe who loved the world and gave his perfect gift of love to an imperfect world.

If you could make a wish for the world today – 

 JR    While Christmas is a time of joy and is celebrated around the world, to several people around the world it is a time of loneliness, financial hopelessness and emotional brokenness. But celebration and life doesn’t consist in the abundance of things or plethora of friends. Christmas is a message of hope. A message to the lonely : the Unseen power and love that moves the universe came down to earth in human form on Christmas day to save those who were ‘lost’. Without hope, without a future. Christmas is a time to go back to the basics and accept that love and feel the completeness. Love knocks on your door this Christmas and my wish for the world is that the people open the door and let the creator, who is love personified, fill their hearts with the completeness and euphoria of that blissful unspeakable joy.

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Johann with Daddy Noel at the Studio

 What’s the toughest challenge being  ‘Johnston Richard’?

JR            Writing and composing songs is a gift that God breathed into me. I am strongly compelled that the songs that I receive from the throne should not be kept under a bushel. As any trustworthy steward, as the guardian and scribe of the songs, I am strongly inclined to get my music out in the open and put it on a lamp stand. My mission is to play in what I call H.O.P.E, which stands for Hospitals, Orphanages, Prisons and Educational Institutions. The toughest challenge I am faced with is acceptance. The industry has changed and it is tough to survive, let alone thrive, as a Gospel solo artist. Somehow, I believe that bands gain favourable responses as compared to solo artists. When you are soft-spoken and humble, the world takes meekness for weakness and tried to ride on your back. People tend to judge a book by its cover. You can be judged by the colour of your skin, your nationality, and stature. And there’s another thing. It’s a catch 22 situation -You cannot become recognized if you don’t have enough people buying or supporting your music; and on the other hand, people don’t want to buy your music if you are not well known. So far, I have been funding my music from my own pocket. It’s a challenge to do  huge promotional shows on a shoe string budget especially when you have a family who depends on you. I personally know what sacrifice means. Through it all it has taught me respect for others in similar endeavours and has built in me strong values, character and  gratitude. I praise God for His faithfulness, and thank my wife and daughter, and my dear friends for their incredible support. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to share my story in here  God Bless what you do…

 
Richie Johnny This is the Best Christmas Gift I have ever received. Thank you so much. I am so moved that God could use someone like me to make something that turned out so beautiful this Christmas and for all other Christmases to come. I was 16 when I wrote and first recorded this song on a tape recorder;) God had his child Johann in mind and I am so overwhelmed with emotions for the love and support extended to me and my family. A special hug to Johann. Merry Christmas and a blessed Newyear. The best is yet to come.

Johnston Richard lives in Bangalore ; besides his 9-5 job as a Professional Writer, he is a singer-songwriter, worship leader, author, producer and a guitar teacher. He has written and composed over hundreds of songs and has released two studio albums.Johnston partners with Besso Orphanage for destitute children. WWW.JOHNSTONRICHARD.COM. His second album, which is a Christmas Album, was released on December 7, 2013

 

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..that rascal inside

 

 

It was always that one question –

to Dance or not to Dance :

in the Rain, in the sun-storm

on stage, flood lights,

riding tides,

in season and out,

with, without – my heart, my soul, 

what will it be,

what will It want, do I know ? Am I in

control, of my own thought,

no ? Dear God, then what is in

charge –

Did I throw away my freedom to

that  rascal inside

screaming

me me me

meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

 

 

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‘Open the Eyes of my Heart’

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MUSIC STARTS AT 3’00..

10 YEAR OLD Christopher Duffley is an amazing kid with an AMAZING God! Born premature, blind, and autistic, Christopher was adopted by his parents before they realized God has gifted this young fellow with the gift of music!

This recording is from the 2011 “New Hampshire Night of Worship” celebration
Christopher’s website at:http://duffley.com/christopherduffley…

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Best thing I’ve read on the net recently!

I was recently told of an African tribe that does the most beautiful thing.
Visit our Page -► ツ Amazing Facts & Nature ツ ◄- For more.Photo: I was recently told of an African tribe that does the most beautiful thing.</p><p>Visit our Page -► ツ Amazing Facts & Nature ツ ◄- For more.</p><p>When someone does something hurtful and wrong, they take the person to the center of town, and the entire tribe comes and surrounds him. For two days they’ll tell the man every good thing he has ever done.</p><p>The tribe believes that every human being comes into the world as GOOD, each of us desiring safety, love, peace, happiness.</p><p>But sometimes in the pursuit of those things people make mistakes. The community sees misdeeds as a cry for help.</p><p>They band together for the sake of their fellow man to hold him up, to reconnect him with his true Nature, to remind him who he really is, until he fully remembers the truth from which he'd temporarily been disconnected: "I AM GOOD".</p><p>Share with friends and family.When someone does something hurtful and wrong, they take the person to the center of town, and the entire tribe comes and surrounds him. For two days they’ll tell the man every good thing he has ever done.
The tribe believes that every human being comes into the world as GOOD, each of us desiring safety, love, peace, happiness.
But sometimes in the pursuit of those things people make mistakes. The community sees misdeeds as a cry for help.
They band together for the sake of their fellow man to hold him up, to reconnect him with his true Nature, to remind him who he really is, until he fully remembers the truth from which he’d temporarily been disconnected: “I AM GOOD”.

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NOTHING is a miracle ?

 

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That moment when you saw your first memorable dawn, or the twilight was unforgettable –

when you saw admiration in a child’s eyes. and they understood what was difficult,

when you touched loved, and felt forgiveness ; when relief came, even when there was no

evidence of healing;

when hunger was replaced by fulfillment and you were grateful for that plate of warm rice

and cool water, offered with respect..

if you have again, felt the wonder of a child and loved the look in your own eyes, after all

this time after all this time, then you have lived and loved and will love and live again,

and that is a Miracle.

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Why is ‘badness’ so easy to understand ?

Yes, good things are hard to believe, specially in each other / ourselves.

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We accept vampires, ghosts, gore, terrorist plans in hiding, crafty routes of war, nukes, we accept bad traders and loss, crime and even punishment. Ah, punishments of the spirit. We engage in silent cold wars, and hate-clubs. But why is good so hard to accept ?

Atheism  & Its cousins are accepted. A belief in an invisible  Nothing. A zero – soul place, and I don’t know where we came off. Monkeys and vampires maybe. That is easy to accept. Why is goodness, kindness, gentleness, patience, perseverance, abstinence from things that break each other… why is that so hard to understand ?

Why is God objected to in the harshest of terms ? For me, it is the thing ( God and  His relatives) that keep me who I am, takes me to places I see with my mind’s eye and Reality. You see things too with your mind’s eye, why demolish mine ? Why curse my God. What scares you about freedom of this kind ?  

What you do not see, you will one day. What you do not hear, you will hear, soon. The Voice of Love. Hope. Peace. Courage. Are you afraid of Courage ? Yes, It will take you where eagles and angels fear or dare. What, no guts  ?

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will it humble us too much – to go one knee, the one that is broken and hurts so much …

And you  too..

are you afraid to Love again – dear sweet professing Lover of God ? Why do  we condemn another who is trying to find  Peace, in his/ her own way ? WHO are you to judge another ? The God who made you, loves your brother just as much as He loves you. You are sibling.

And you are supposed to be better!

Which makes it worse. 

Why is gratitude, or Worship, such hated words ? Why are tears ‘ weak’ , and ” Joy”  obsolete ?

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If we see the Invisible-Good-God, we will never never never think we are better than each other.

If we see the invisible good – on – earth, we will understand that there is more to this than we can chew right now.

There are things animals sense, that we do not. Some of us do. There is ESP and there is Psychoanalysis. There are things we know instinctively without being told. Some of us read eyes and  fingers. Some of us know about body language and handwriting. Some see the future. Some walk in their sleep. Some of us are healed and it beats  ‘psychosomatic ‘!  You can laugh all you want, but even a dog gets better with a tender touch.

Yes there is the aspect of Touch. And heart. 

And the spirit of man, that you will see in hospital beds,death row,maternity wards,play grounds,board rooms,kitchens,waiting rooms,bars,gutters,Malls,Saloons,Movie theaters,Book Fests,Drama flood lights,Porn-stalls and war trenches. In homes for  ‘ handicapped’ people and the eyes of a betrayed human. That ache for something else. That naked need for more. The face of Loss, or greed, that lust for power or death. Or

the Face that can take our mess. Embrace it.

When you see courage and forgiveness, when you have been understood , when all you deserved was a slap, then you melt into the invisible reality of the human spirit. And Its’ derives, from a Source we are yet to tap…

If we cannot respect that, then just shut up my sweethearts, I love you for you, but just shut up see, don’t mess with what you don’t know.

Stop abusing Unseen things, like you do your dog or your cats.

Stop abusing yourself, ‘ cuz in the end that’s what we do, like awkward teens who say ‘ Whatever’. U say WT-G , and whoa, the teen language you abhor is milk-white sweetness…

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We who have no knowledge of how long today will last, what  explosion or wave can hit  us in zero seconds – we who cannot increase our span by an inch , must know, no matter  what depressant you and  I may be subject to right now, there is a choice and a power that is ours, if we will take it.

To live a Life , complete and full of joy. Against all odds. We do not listen to negatives and depressing news alone. We have the right to remain silent and speak  to our bodies. ” Get up. Enough. Stand tall, yes. Even I. “

 

There is the world within our spirits, within the heart of man, where vices and virtue are known to babes. 

There is the unseen world. Whether we believe in it or not, does not give any the right to disregard each others’ journey. We were born alone, we will die alone.

When you die your spirit will rise. Don’t wait for that moment. We can rise now.  We are spirit and mind and body. Either that, or we’re a basket of bad eggs :)))))))))))))))

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( This post was provoked by a person this morning who I believe meant to shut me up, ay, the human spirit rises with wings like an eagle, on every word you mailed me. Gratitude, my friend, I know you will rise too ).

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Why can’t I just mind my own business

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Sometimes the Earth holds me too close, so close I cannot breathe

sharp-edged leaf and bark shimmering in the sun,

why can’t I just go about my business like everybody else,

why bother about eagles and sparrows making friends in the tree with the nest

– its branch flirting with electric wires, and the light

why should I care.

 

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Paulo CoelhoSometimes, we are so attached to our way of life that we turn down wonderful opportunities simply because we don’t know what to do with it. — Paulo Coelho

 

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When Music Talks

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Street Musician RNoel.Oil

Music Talks to me,

like nothing else – here there is little to misunderstand

nothing

to misunderstand.

On a musical note.

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