Existe una relación misteriosa entre los espíritus celestes y los hombres que viven en la tierra: Dios ha confiado a sus ángeles una misión relativa a la salvación de cada uno. Este es el motivo por el que honramos a los ángeles custodios, a los cuales nos ha confiado la providencia.

Angel de Dios, que eres mi custodio, ilumíname, guárdame, rige y gobiérname ya que me ha confiado a ti la Bondad celestial

Amén

Pequeña oración al Angel de la Guarda

Esta oración es la que uso en mis rezos por las noches a mi ángel de la guarda, es la que me enseñó mi mamá.

Ángel de la Guarda dulce compañía, no me desampares ni de noche, ni de día, ni en el día de mi muerte.

Amén

“¿Encuerarme?”

“¡Por supuesto, si lo exige el guion!”

Emma Watson, nuestra la deseada y amada Hermione Granger, ha hecho una declaracion que ha provocado erecciones en cualquiera que lo les. En una entrevista hecha para el Daily Mail, dijo sin ningur pudor que estaría dispuesta ha hacer un desnudo “artístico” en una película mas en el futuro. La cachonda actriz, al parecer, quiere quitarse el estereotipo de  niña nerd matadita y la mejor forma que encuentra (para variar) es enseñando todo en pantalla
Emma escupio: “Saldria desnuda si Bernardo Bertolucci me lo pidiera. No tengo pensado quitarme la ropa en pantalla tan pronto, pero entiendo que forma parte de mi trabajo. Aún no soy una mujer, pero tampoco soy una niña. La industria cinematográfica suele decirme: en un par de años serás perfecta para ese papel. Y yo pienso: “bien”; pero hasta entonces estaré estudiando en la Universidad y tendré que decidir entre una de las dos cosas.”

¡Gracias, mil gracias Emmita, gracias por esas bellas esperanzas que nos das a todos los tiranetas adictos a tu piel!. Rogamos a Dios, o a Satan (el que responda mas pronto) que ilumine a ese tal Bernardo Bertolucci (quien quiera que sea) para que te de un papel cachondo y escurridor, donde puedad mostrar en todo su esplendor tu divina epidermis! Y tambien rogamos, si es posible, que sea en una escena lesbica, lo que pondria la cereza al pastelote.

Esta era la joven Watson, cuando era una futura promesa del cachondeo“¿Que tanto me miraran esos tipo?…¿Y que sera ese bulto en sus pantalones?”

Despues de un tiempo, adquirio una muy merecida fama de lolita levantapitos“¡Carajos, me rodean tipos con bultos sospechosos, bleeeg!”

Al rato, se dio color que la excitacion que provocaba y se dio a la tarea de sacar provecho de ello“¡Ja,ja, lero,lero, soy la chica mas deseada, todos quieren coger conmigo, todos se hacen puñetas en mi honor, ja,ja!”

Disculpe “señorita” Watson…¿Es cierto que a usted le excita saber que los hombres se masturaban con su imagen en mente?

“¿Eh, que, como? ¡Ah, si, claro, me encanta saber que le jalan el pescuezo al ganzo viendo mis fotos, por supuesto que si!”

Sin embargo, no daba su brazo a torcer“¿Desnuda yo? ¡ Ja,ja, ni que tuvieran tanto suerte!”

Pero, al final, parece que Emma esta dispuesta a cumplir nuestra mas anhelada fantasia

“¡Muuua! Un besito para todos los tiranetas ¡Acomodenselo donde quieran!”

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En liten söt ängeltjej med dom vackraste färgerna.

Blyerstteckning som med lite hjälp ifrån datorn blev färglagd.

Don’t dance with your ego, your false self. Dance to connect with another. Meet soul to soul. Know yourself as one. We say: this is not just for dancing. This is for everything.—The Messages

Mai Shiranui:

Athena Asamiya:

Kula Diamond:

Bonne Jenet:

Angel:

Vanessa:

Mina Majikina:

Iroha:

Victoria’s Secret 2010 fashion show went off with a bang of brazilian beauties, 3 million dollar diamond encrusted bras, and the return of the all round uber Heidi Klum to the catwalk. The blonde bombshell stripped down to some very elaborate undies just four months after giving birth to her fourth child.

New ‘Angels’ were recruited to the supermodel army…Emanuela de Paula, Chanel Iman, Lindsay Ellingsin, Candice Swanepoel and Rosie Huntington-Whiteley. Welcomed to the ranks they were : heavenly beauties floating down the runway in Giuseppe Zanotti’s magnificent heels and more rhinestones than you can shake a stick at.

For a long time..in my more philosophical moments, I’ve wondered what’s Viccy’s secret? Unfortunately, I don’t think it’s that putting on a ‘Very Sexy’ bra or an itsy bitsy , teeny-weeny pair of ‘Angel’ pants will transform you into a honey-hued, gift from god embodiment of loveliness. As an ex-employee of the retail shop, I know this first hand. I think the secret to Victoria’s success has lot to do with sequins, hot ladies and brilliant marketing. How they’ve kept that a secret is anyone’s guess.

“Many of you ask for peace as though it is hard to obtain.   Peace is the choice to live in love, not fear.    Love of self, love of others regardless of circumstances, and love for the Creator.   Call on me when you are having a hard time with this and I will help you reconnect with your heart chakra and the love within it to bring you peace.” – Archangel Ariel

Please share as guided.

Many Blessings
Lisa C. Beachy
Angel & Spiritual Intuitive -Reiki & Adv. Theta Healer
Connecting you with your Spiritual Team
http://www.LisaBeachy.com

COMICS!

We went to the comic book store today. It was exciting, obviously. I bought the new Buffy and the past 4 Angel issues. And MI bought some X-Men, old skool and manga versions!

And now we are watching some Big Bang Theory, like the great nerds we are.

Once upon a time there lived a young man named Larry. He was like most people who wished that human beings would treat each other better in the world. But he was also different from most people in that he began to notice negative and ignoble inclinations within his own life.

This observation was both painful and perplexing. Larry had a hard time grasping why he was so vulnerable to bouts of bad behavior, especially when he knew better. He read about science, philosophy and even religion, but somehow his intelligence failed him. How could this be?

Larry became so concerned about this strange predicament that it finally made him sick. He could not endure one more failed relationship with friends, office workers or those he dated. So he stayed in bed all day, immobilized and feeling hopeless that his life would ever change. He even closed the curtains in his room. He could no longer handle any kind of influence coming from the outside world and wanted to shut it all out.

While lying motionless in bed, he became aware that his room was suddenly flooded by light—a light that also brought comforting and loving warmth with it. He lifted his head from the pillow and was amazed to see a beautiful angel in his room. The angel was the source of this light and warmth.

“Why are you here?” asked Larry in astonishment.

“The Lord God has sent me to show you why your education can’t help you with the things that really matter in life,” answered the caring and loving angel.

“I must be going loony,” said Larry reacting to the seeing and hearing of this illusionary creature—an obvious outcome of his tortured mind.

“Yes,” said the angel. “You are a lunatic but not because you see me or hear me. You are a lunatic because of the pathological way you treat valuable knowledge and information.”

“I have tried to use knowledge to better my life”’ said Larry.

“The purpose of knowledge and study is to find truth. The purpose of truth is to find love and goodness,” said the angel. “If your knowledge does not lead you to love and sincere helpfulness, then your knowledge is simply hovering around outside of you.”

“What do you mean? If knowledge is in my head then it must be inside me,” came Larry’s defense.

“Not so! Do you know where the term lunatic came from?” asked the creature sent from heaven.

“I suspect that it has its origins from the fact that people act weird during times of the full moon,” said Larry.

“The answer goes much deeper than that,” came the angel. “It involves some symbolism.”

“What kind of symbolism?’

“Pretend that the planet earth represents your individual life. The moon would then represent your cognitive memory,” explained the angel. “One’s memory is a mere satellite encircling one’s true being. In the same way that the moon reflects the sun’s light, a person’s memory lets us reflect on various ideas. But these ideas, no matter how profound, remain outside of our true inner being if they do not affect our hearts. A lunatic is one who listens to sermons, reads about God’s commandments or the Golden rule but keeps these ideas at a distance so that he or she does not have to face their own inner contradictions”

“Why do we humans do such things?” asked Larry.

“Because truth can be painful,” returned the beautiful angel. “Humans go to great lengths in order to nullify this pain, like using alcohol, drugs, gambling, sex, money, power, celebrity and constantly fanaticizing about their own imagined self-importance. All such people have a basic knowledge and understand what it is to be good. But they keep this knowledge at a safe distance where it can be merely reflected upon and used for the purposes of deceit, cunning or self-gain rather than for personal transformation. Now you know why the world seems to be going crazy. It is full of lunatics—who see themselves as ordinary people.”

Larry was shocked to hear this but could resonate with the angel’s strong words. From that point on Larry made an oath to “clean house.” He was no longer fearful of finding what he kept hidden in the dark corners of his life.

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I was looking for my Christmas ornaments.  

It was the Fall of 2007.  I hadn’t had a Christmas tree in all the time I’d  lived in my apartment, four years at that point.  It occurred to me to celebrate my transition into a new life by creating one of my beautiful Christmas trees, loaded with lights and decorations and wrapped in pink tulle. 

I took on cleaning out my closets to find my boxes of ornaments.

It’s funny about closets – New Yorkers always seem to want lots of closet space, AND what happens is that we bury things in there for years.  Then we forget.  We forget what we have and what we value and what has long ago lost any worth or use to us.  We let it all lay in the background of our apartments and our lives, leaving no room for anything else to come in…

After moving every box and pile out of all the closets and into the middle of the living room floor, I made a disconcerting discovery:

My Christmas ornaments were nowhere to be found.

I sat on the couch, gathering my thoughts and dusting off my memory.  Where could they be?

I remembered.   It had been a horrible time. I had to leave my previous apartment to go and live with a friend for a while.  I wasn’t working – a condition made worse by the 9/11 tragedy the prior September.  The city was still in shock, a job I had been working on dried up, and New Yorkers – as resilient as we are – were waking up to a new world.   The process was not easy.

In the midst of this, after 8 years of separation, my husband, Fred, brought me divorce papers.   When I asked, “Why now?” he said, “It’s time,” and I had to agree.  It didn’t seem that it would change anything – we had been friends for years, and there was no reason to think that we wouldn’t be as we had been.  I signed the papers.

There were many things that I couldn’t bear to put in storage when I left that apartment.  Fred helped me to move boxes of these treasures to his house: photographs, our wedding album, the blue snake paperweight he had given me when I became a Vice President at Bloomingdale’s, the Tiffany Battersea box of the Statue of Liberty from her birthday year, my amethyst ring that I had designed in a little goldsmith shop in Florence, some of my favorite articles of clothing, and all my Christmas decorations.

When Fred and I were first married, we made a promise that we would give each other an ornament that was a special gift to the other.   Although Fred is Jewish, we always had a Christmas tree and decorations all over the apartment.   That first year, I bought a white felt church ornament and, with a black Sharpee, I wrote, “United Nations Interfaith Chapel, May 16, 1976” around the front doors to celebrate our wedding day.

In the years following that, I would go to work at Bloomingdale’s early on the morning after Christmas day and buy some of the special ornaments that I had been coveting that season – now at 50% off.  I bought angels and gilt boxes, and delicate crystal scene ornaments.  One year, Bloomingdale’s had a Venetian Christmas theme, and I bought masks and gondolas and Venetian chandeliers, and a hand-painted porcelain jester to sit atop the tree.

When I realized that the ornaments had to have been at Fred’s, I called to ask him to drop them off for me.  When I made my request, he said, “But… you gave them to me.”  I was so surprised by his response that all I could do was to repeat it, “I gave them to you? For keeps?”  He said that I did.  I still couldn’t get it, “You’ve been using them?  All these years?”     

I stopped myself before I said what was there for me, “All these years?  Without me?”

I listened as he recounted the day and the conversation when I had done so.  I didn’t remember.  That doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.  Losing my home was so traumatic that Christmas ornaments and divorce papers for a marriage long over paled by comparison.   I could even imagine myself saying, “Sure, take them.”

I made a stab for sympathy , “Fred, you know what I was going through.  Wouldn’t you want me to have them back now?”

He didn’t.  He was annoyed as he said that he thought they were his and he’d see what he could do about pulling them together for me, but some of them weren’t there anymore. 

I knew instantly what he meant.  My special “love” mementos weren’t there.  His girlfriend would never hang an ornament on the tree that was “engraved” with the date and place of our marriage.  I didn’t want to hear that there were ornaments that had been thrown out, discarded in some trashcan someplace, sullied and forever lost.

I stopped talking.  We were in two different conversations, and I realized that I didn’t want to be in THAT conversation anymore – the conversation of “mine” and “yours” that had run our marriage.  Those ornaments weren’t my marriage, they weren’t my feelings, they weren’t my life.  They were memories, and that’s what they would remain.

I hung up the phone and I knew I was done. We had tried hard to maintain a friendship, an enchantment about the way we loved each other, first passionately, now fondly.  It was over, I knew – but, I always believed – and still do – that God can always start over again.  It may not look the same, but He can make things as beautiful and as glorious as ever  they were –  and even greater… IF we let Him…

In the moment, that seemed like a stretch….

In the following weeks, I went through all the boxes from my closets.  Most of them contained books that I had been lugging around from apartment to apartment, never opening them, hidden away and taking up space.

One box was full of Fred’s old books.  I took them out of the box, remembering how he would talk about what he was reading – Fred is a brilliant, passionate man and it was never more evident than when he was reading something he loved.

He read mostly non-fiction.  The books were “Kippur,” “Prisoner without a Name, Cell without a Number,” “The Abandonment of the Jews: America and The Holocaust,” ”Who Financed Hitler.”  And, because he couldn’t stand not to have a wholly informed point of view, there was also “The Disinherited:  Journal of a Palestinian Exile.”

At the bottom of the box were Solzhenitisyn’s books.  I closed my eyes and was taken back to when we were dating and we would go to the Hamptons for the weekends.  I remembered him lying on his side in the sand, under the hot sun, engrossed in “The Gulag Archipelago.”  Who reads a book like this on the beach? 

I remember the curve of his arm as he leaned his head on his hand, how the muscles in his shoulder made that strong definition…. how I was overwhelmed with love for him….    It was the most erotic posture I could imagine….  My heart melted just watching him read…

I put all those books back in the box and closed it up.  I pulled it to the door and dragged it over to the service elevator.  For a brief moment, I considered calling Fred to ask if he wanted them, but I knew better.  He never saved books — or anything else.  When he was done with something, he threw it out or gave it away.  He would have been surprised to know that I still had these.

I rang the buzzer on the elevator and ran back to my apartment door.  As I opened it, I looked back to see the porter pull the box into the cage.  In one swift movement, it was gone.

 I opened my door and stepped inside my apartment.  I sighed as I leaned back against the door and closed my eyes.  The tears ran from under my eyelids…   my legs were shaking…

My closets were clean and clear…  It was time to work on my heart…

I thought, “I will buy a new Christmas ornament tomorrow.  I don’t know what it will look like, but it will be special and it will be beautiful, and it will be the first of many magical things I will have in my life…”

Christmas is a time of birth, rebirth, creation, and love….  a new life… for all of us…

Begin again.

Deliciously yours in the Enchantment of it All, Linda

“There will come a time when you believe everything is finished.
That will be the beginning.”
Louis L’Amour

*EPILOGUE:  This story was orginally written in the Fall of 2007.  Fred and I are good friends now and always will be….  God has created a new friendship between us — a different way of being with each other that is as beautiful as the time when we were in love….  It is a friendship full of kindness, caring, and grace that I am blessed to have in my life…..

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Tryckare på tonårsdiscot!

Oj oj oj vad tryckare jag dansat till denna….

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I really like this taken at the local Cemetery.

Sério que a sua namorada é uma Angel? Quem diria hein? Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, sono!

Que previsível vc hein? Me decepcionei um pouco, confesso!

Esperava um pouco mais…mas fazer o que neam?

Continue pelo menos fazendo álbuns brilhantes como  “Only By The Night” e esqueça coisas como “Because Of The Times”, prontofalei!

You’ve got to keep your foot on the tail of that little animal or it will run wild. You’ve got to keep it right there next to you flailing about. Oh, sure, it does not act like an animal, but it is. It is a much diseased as it is adorable. A tempting and loving creature that wraps its curvy little talons round your outstretched hand and then it squeezes tight. It sinks its spiky little teeth into your fingers, embedding themselves into your bone. It makes itself necessary for your survival. Like any good parasite does. Is it really that bad? Is it really that malicious? Come on, is it really? Yes it is. You’ve been convinced that you need it. How could you ever have lived without it? You must be so glad that it is in your life. It is so much a part of you that it doesn’t even show. Not when you look in the mirror, no, you’ve never looked better. The discerning gaze can see that you are contaminated. Remember the rule that is passed down by those who have never followed the rule. You must do as they did. You must follow the rule. You must not follow the rule. Is it really that easy? Is this what is required? Come on, is it really? Yes it is. You’ve been in pain, but you have the cure. You’ve been hurt, but you have the salve. You’ve been broken, but you have the glue. You’ve been forgotten, but you have the word. You’ve been silenced, but you have the voice. You’ve been blinded, but you have the light. You’ve molested by the animal, but you have the love. You’ve been promised the key, but you are dirty and cold. You’ve climbed the mountain and crossed the dessert. You’ve gone where you were directed. You are desperate, hungry, alone despised crippled and trapped under the foot of faceless giant. The air is filled with song. The air is filled with harmony. You cannot move. You cannot move. You stare into the sky. You cannot see. You fling yourself against the body that holds you down. You cannot. You cannot. There is no face. There is no head. You scream to the faceless giant. You scream at the never-ending song. You are alone in the Promised Land. You are alone in the Promised Land. You scream up at the faceless animal that stands on you. You cannot scream. You are not heard. No one can hear you scream when the angels sing.

I said in my original post about this set that I was lucky enough to get the full set of figures except for the secret figure. Well, I was wrong. I was actually lucky enough to get the full set of figures. The secret figure is, as strongly suggested on the packaging, an angel version of L. The reason I didn’t notice the secret figure to begin with is that it is extremely similar to the non-secret L that comes with a red chair. In my haste, I think I just saw the chair and assumed it was a double, but on closer inspection there are a few key differences: the left arm is not raised, the facial expression is different, and he comes with a halo and a pair of angel wings.

The halo is pretty fragile – the stand that connects the halo with L’s head was already broken right out of the box – but a little bit of glue (or even blu-tac in a pinch) will fix that, and considering that’s the only issue this otherwise excellently made set, it’s hard to complain. This really is a fantastic set of figures; I’m very pleased to have the full set and look forward to doubling the size of the collection with Case File #02 early next year! Thank goodness they’re puchi, not full-size Nendoroids. This concludes the photos of the puchi Death Note characters… for now.

Where is my handsome muse?

Please don’t leave me.

I am scared and lonely.

Come back.

I need you.

Vampires. Humans. It’s the new Romeo and Juliet. It’s the star-crossed love that just can’t happen. Well, ya know, unless the human gets vamped. But, in the Buffyverse and in Mystic Falls, our brooding vamps won’t kill their girls to keep them in around. There’s no argument that the relationship between Buffy & Angel (Buffy) and Elena & Stefan (The Vampire Diaries) has no hope of lasting. We all know why. One will age and die while the other will stay immortal. It’s a bad mix. But, here’s some thoughts on how Buffy & Elena handle the battle.  (BtW, you don’t have to be familiar with either series to keep reading).

In season one of Buffy, Buffy falls for Angel before knowing he’s a vamp. Once the truth hits the surface, they embrace that “This can never be anything.” Of course, as they continue to be in impending-doom situations with one another, they can’t deny the love. Through season two, they become inseparable. Their romance hits some big bumps in the road – like Angel losing his soul and killing Buffy’s friends – but after his return from hell, an ensouled Angel returns to Buffy’s side.  Towards the end of season three, in “The Prom” (which follows the aptly titled episode “Choices”), Buffy’s mom lectures Angel, telling him that she sure hopes he’ll do the “right” thing. Nothing against Angel, but he’s already done the “wrong” thing. He’s in the relationship. He’s Buffy’s world. Honestly, if he wanted to do the right thing, he should have left Buffy’s side the moment she developed feeling for him. Regardless, at this point, Buffy’s graduating high school, and Mom is pushing Angel out the door. In their poorly timed sewer talk, Angel reveals to Buffy that he is leaving her, leaving Sunnydale. He doesn’t want her to be involved in this “freakshow” anymore. I know he’s right; she knows he’s right; there’s no future for them. However, it’s not his choice at this point. Buffy knows the whole deal. They’re in their serious, committed relationship. I think it’s her choice. Sure, it’s a bad choice to date a vamp, but it’s still her choice. Him deciding to hurt her to help her after a 2 year relationship? Not so right. There stands our sweet heroine, alone in the sewer, heartbroken.

Elena had quite a different response last night in The Vampire Dairies new episode “Turning Point.” She took things into her own hands. I’m not saying she made the “right” decision. Again, life with a human and vamp really not working out in the long run. But, I think she was so right to defend her right to make her own choice. As with Buffy and Angel, Elena falls for Stefan before she learns of his vampire status. Once she learns the truth, they play a game of push and pull. Ultimately, Stefan tells Elena they can’t be together. When the episode opened last night, Elena was in a painful limbo, waiting for Stefan to leave town. But, he didn’t leave because more things went bump in the night and he didn’t t want to her unprotected. In one of the episode’s climactic scenes (there were many last night), Stefan tells Elena that he’s doing this for her own good. At first, she sits in the car with the same heartbroken expression Buffy dons in the sewer. But, rather than drive away, Elena gets out of the car and tells Stefan, “You don’t get to make that decision for me. If you walk away, it’s for you, because I know what I want.” I applaud her in that moment. Yes, I am applauding her right to make a poor choice.

I love both these heroines. And, I know they’re in lose-lose situations. I’m not saying Buffy was wrong to let Angel leave her or that Elena was right to not let Stefan leave her, but Elena’s stand last night made me smile because I’ve always been peeved that Angel made the decision for Buffy.

On another note, I read a review about last night’s Vampire Diaries episode, and the reviewer indicated that Stefan is rather immature and unbelievable as being over a hundred years old. I was thinking about this… I think the rate at which one matures is going to be quite different when the body is not aging as well. Stefan was, what, 17 when he died? Think of all the things that mature us. We have life roles and duties to fulfill, things that are expected of us at certain ages. As we continue to get older, we have children. As we begin to age, we also begin to slow down. We eventually also have to face our mortality. None of that holds true for vampires, though. They don’t have the duties we do, they can’t have children, and they will never age. They will always be young and strong. So while they will gain experiences and over time gain some wisdom, I propose that a vampire is going to mature at a rate significantly slower thana mortal because of their drastically different embodiment and experience.

By Mahesh Chavda: How Big is Your Chair? The Bigger the Chair, the Greater the Authority and Victory!
Encounter with a Warring Angel
     Several weeks ago I was sitting in my library when I suddenly heard a noise behind me. I turned, and there was an angel right there. He was young-looking, majestic, awesome, full of strength and joy and vigor. He was smiling, but there was also the fragrance and atmosphere of battle all around him. He was a warring angel, and he had just come from battle. I had the impression that I was not his assignment. He was literally coming from one battle and was heading off to another one. But in between he just landed momentarily, looked at me, smiled and asked, “How big is your chair?” Then, just as suddenly as he appeared, he departed.

     After he left, and before I even had time to process his question, “How Big is your chair?” I realized that I was hearing music all around. In those moments that he was there, he carried with him the vibrations of the hymn, “Come Thou Almighty King: Come Thou Almighty King/Help us Thy Name to sing/Help us to Praise…Come and reign over us, Ancient of Days.”

     It was as if this hymn were the song of the battle the angel had just won. The sound and words lingered in the atmosphere surrounding him as he carried the message from the Lord, “How big is your chair?” Before I could even ponder the question, the Holy Spirit answered, “Psalm 22:3. You are enthroned on the praises of Your people.”

     When the Lord asks a question it is loaded. The message was not about my chair. It was about the Lord’s chair. His throne. How big is His throne? How big is the chair we have made for Him in our hearts? We make His chair big through our praises.

We Represent the One Who is in the Big Chair
     He is enthroned on our praises. God is speaking to us strategically in this hour. Make it personal in your life—become a vessel of His glory as you enthrone the King of kings in your heart. The bigger your chair, the more awesome you make God, the more awesome the release of His glory. How do we make God awesome? We begin to praise Him. We magnify the Lord as we proclaim His goodness, harmonize with His Word and exalt His mighty name. We become more and more in tune with the Throne of Heaven, and you become more aware of His awesome power and authority. You become a possessor of the truth, and in that context your chair gets bigger. The bigger the chair, the greater the authority, the greater the victory!

     We represent the One who is in the big chair. He puts His servants in situations where they are responsible to bring in the Presence, to carry a big chair mentality into that situation. The bigger His throne, the more you will begin to resonate the supernatural reality of Heaven, and will see with eyes that go beyond the natural realm.

     Some of the greatest warriors are the Zulu tribes in South Africa. In fact, the Zulu army used to put terror in the British Army. But just as powerful as they are in the natural, when they found Jesus, they became awesome warriors in the Spirit. These men dripped miracles, signs and wonders. They never became famous, as they were content to live simply off the land with their flocks, but they knew the King of Heaven and carried His presence.

     I was friends with one of these Zulu ministers, Elijah Maswangani. We used to minister together in Jerusalem quite frequently. In one of our times together he told me the story of his mentor, an old Zulu warrior. During a crusade, he was asked to open the meeting in prayer. The old man simply stood and beheld the Lord and said, “Awesome…Awesome.” Then he looked down, and once more he said, “Awesome.” That was the end of our meeting, because the enthroned One suddenly appeared. The tent was filled with the Glory of God. Every stretcher was emptied. Every blind eye opened. People ran to the altar in order to meet this King and be saved. That old Zulu warrior carried a big chair.

     When you get into the presence of God, you may have been praying. You may have been struggling. You may have come to an impasse in your life. But you just say, “Awesome.” You just step into worship and that’s it. The angels are loosed. At Bethel, Jacob came to a place where the gate to Heaven was standing open. Angels ascended and descended from the Throne to earth. Jacob said, “How awesome is this place! This is none other than the gate of Heaven.” God wants to raise up people who can come into a situation and just say, “Awesome.” We connect with the Living God and become a conduit for His glory to touch the earth. We behold Him, and angels take care of the details. We worship the covenant God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, and He brings us into covenant breakthrough.

     We often make faith religious—it’s all about us quoting a hundred Scriptures, making confessions over our situation, getting our theology in order. Knowing the Word is good. Rehearsing His promises is powerful. But when faith becomes religious, it is like a rocket trying to lift us up to God, in our own strength.

     There is an ease in the glory! We come into revelation of His awesomeness, His power, His majesty, and we come into communion with the God of covenant breakthrough. This is resting in the finished work of Jesus.

Thanksgiving and Rejoicing
     This is how we began the Wakey Wakey: 40 Forty Days to Awaken America, and this is where we end—rejoicing in the finished work of Jesus Christ. We have fasted and prayed. We have humbled ourselves according to 2 Chronicles 7:14, and now we can rest in His promises—because His guarantee is that, “I will hear, and I will answer.” We have fasted, so now let’s celebrate with thanksgiving and rejoicing. How big is your chair?

     When that messenger arrived in my library, the room was infused with the strains of “Come Thou Almighty King.” Later when I shared with Bonnie what had happened, she immediately saw the angel had just come from victory in the American Revolution and was jubilantly heading to the next battle for our liberty—the one we are in today. One of our friends was with us, and immediately googled “Come Thou Almighty King.”

     Amazingly, what she found was that during the Revolutionary war a group of Hessian soldiers fighting for the British, stormed into a church on Long Island and demanded that the congregation show allegiance to the British tyranny by singing “God Save the King.” The organist started the tune that we call “America” but the people, true to the colonies’ cause and their God sang, “Come Thou Almighty King.” The song was an anthem birthed in the Great Awakening that held spiritual authority over the tyranny and humanistic governing, and gave sound to the Rider on the White horse advancing His Kingdom in the mouths of faith-filled Believers. They had a big chair.

     “The people who know their God will do exploits!” (Daniel 11:32). The people who know their God intimately, in communion with Him, will do exploits. He is giving us signs right now. Let us stand and revel in Him and His victory. Let us thank Him in advance, “calling things that are not as though they are” for the turn-around in America. Let us proclaim His goodness and mercy in awakening America. Let us celebrate!

     Your praise can shape your history. Your praise can move mountains and bring Heaven down to where you are today. 
 

     Have you ever come on anything quite like this extravagant generosity of God, this deep, deep wisdom? It’s way over our heads. We’ll never figure it out.

Romans 11:35-36 (The Message Bible):
Is there anyone around who can explain God?
Anyone smart enough to tell Him what to do?
Anyone who has done Him such a huge favor
that God has to ask His advice?
Everything comes from Him;
Everything happens through Him;
Everything ends up in Him.
Always glory! Always praise!
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Mahesh Chavda
Mahesh Chavda Ministries
Email: info@maheshchavda.com

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From inmostplace—Hi, dear readers: I will post some encouraging messages or words from other pastors or ministries. I would like to let you know that I am only agree at the message I post. When I feel the words that I have received (either from email or other places) speak to my heart, I will post it here and pray that it will bless you too. It does not mean that I know the author or the ministry well. I will also delete the message after the long time.

A Fathers fear came true. It must hurt beyond compare. Well It didn’t fair at all. It breaks my heart to see this story day in and out. I wonder when will it all ceases? There truly has to be some stiffer penlties for this stuff. I mean like 20 year mins sentences. Across the lines, Maybe even combo sentences that if involved with abuse, or molestation even stiffer right off the back. I am so so very mad at the whole lot of them in and around this case. The mother, Mcneil dude, the police and even more so the bail amount. $1,000 what the Heck!!!!! if that isn’t an insult then I don’t know what is. More on that later.

Here is a posting I read one of the most informing so far. www.khabrien.info

Shaniya Davis cause of death: Shaniya Davis autopsy results reveal she was killed by asphyxiation

November 20: Shaniya Davis cause of death: Shaniya Davis autopsy results reveal she was killed by asphyxiation. Police have filed additional charges in gruesome murder of five year old child Shaniya Davis. The main accused Mario Andrette McNeill has additionally been charged with raping and choking the five-year-old Shaniya Davis to death, said the Fayetteville Police.

Police said McNail confessed to have picked up Davis from her Fayetteville home and took her to a hotel in Sanford and that they found hair, fiber, clothes and a straw from his Mitsubishi Galant. However, when and where the murder took place hasn’t been revealed yet.

McNail, 29, was initially charged with kidnapping Davis whose body was found lying off a Sanford road on Monday.

The girl who had been missing for a week was last seen alive in his company in a CCTV video captured at the hotel.

Davis’ mother Antoinette Davis was already charged for child trafficking and felony child abuse.

Police Chief Tom Bergamine didn’t disclose any further information on the girl’s 25-year-old mother.

Davis’ body was found after around 310 people searched over 459 acres of land in 5 hours. Many more turned up to join the search but had to be turned away for fear of safety hazards, said Shane Seagroves, Director of Lee County Emergency Management.

In the meantime people are shocked over the abduction and murder of Shaniya Davis. Deanna says, “When I hold my nearly 5 year old daughter-looking into her innocent eyes-I noted that she’s the exact height and weight of Shaniya. How could any human being cause that kind of harm to a child? We know, with the evidence of the video that a monster had her, turned himself in and confessed. His guilt cannot be questioned. IF he is the primary source saying the mother sold the child as sex slave, I think we should wait to pass judgment on the mother. If she did sell her child, she should remain behind bars for life”.

She further says, “Our society needs to stop child po*nography and any other form of pornography/media that feeds depraved individuals so that they seek the innocent to force their sick will upon. When you look on news websites the word sexy dots the page..”Jennifer Aniston showing off her sexy bikini bod…” etc… Why is this so prevalent in the news?! Why do little girls take dance classes and dress “sexy” for performances and make provocative moves and we applaud? Why do tiny beauty pageant contestants wear make-up, “sexy hair”, revealing dresses and strut?! Why are victims of sexual predators such as Shaw Hornbeck called into question on major news networks (Bill Jack A O’Rielly)?! Why does Hollywood rally to Roman Polanski’s aid when he “groomed” and raped a 13 year old girl and never served jail time?! Why are stories about Scott Peterson, Octomom, Kate Plus 8 covered by the media more than children-perhaps a thousand- that were sold in a basement in an affluent suburban home in Atlanta? Why when we see a young girl on the street corner, do we think she’s chosen that life? Why when a parent abuses a child their child, the child is taken to “protective” custody but the parent still walks free, yet someone serves jail time for marijuana possession (which I am not condoning)”!

She goes on to add, “We need to take a stand and protect the helpless and the innocent here on our soil and abroad”.

Jennifer says, “Her mother did it and there is no waiting to pass judgement. We as humans can do nothing about this situation other than have malice thoughts. However, God will serve justice and she will burn in Hell. Too bad we can’t stone her to death or better yet, sell her into human trafficking, well across the other side of the world. But over all, consider the source. No surprises here. This happens way more than it is reported. Unfortunately, this is not an isolated case. She should be shot in the head and her family billed for the bullet. She is a waste of human flesh and an overall cost for society”.
Sarah says, “You are so right on all accounts. This must stop and we must do all we can to make sure it does. No more excuses, we must stand up and protect our children, and our vulnerable citizens. We have an obligation to be compassionate stewards of all living creatures. Our children are our future, our hope and our responsibility. This must be put to an end now, never again should we tolerate such crimes against our children”.

Barbara says, “This story has reached my soul. I have cried every day since seeing that innocent little girl in the arms of that disgusting animal. The look of fear in her face haunts me every day and I break out and cry. It is heart breaking. Just the though of all the pain and suffering of that little girl caused by her own mother makes me sick to my stomach. May little Shinaya Rest in Peace”.

Another reader says, “Ii am the mother of three children now 16,14 and 12. My 14 yr old was molested by her stepfather and i could never imagine condoning that kind of behavior. If I would not had to have wondered what would happen to my children I would have killed the SOB myself. To think a female can do this kind of thing and still think of herself as a woman let alone a mother lets you know just how deranged she truly is. In a case like this there is no justice and that is just the sad truth but I am a firm believer that once judged by our creator that justice will be served. RIP baby-girl, I drove by the recovery site today and cried like a baby, standing there on the side of the road with my mother and my kids and just thanked God for what he blessed me with and that sweet little angel is now safe. You will live in my heart forever even though i never knew you”.

YS says, “Rest in peace Shaniya you sweet little angel. You have gone home to be with the Lord. You do not have to worry anymore. No more pain for you honey. I pray for your father who loved you so much. May Lord give him the strength he is going to need in the days and months to come. All the men involved in her abduction and possible rape will get theirs in prison”.

I kväll var det fest på Globen. Cliff Richard och The Shadows höll konsert, det sägs vara deras sista gemensamma spelning. Säkert en riktig högtidsstund. Cliff Richard började sin karriär för över 50 år sen och fick sitt första skivkontrakt 1958. Och rösten håller än, evigt ung verkar han vara också. Vem sjutton kan tro att killen är nyss fyllda 69.

Men det är klart, jämför man med gamla kort, så visst ser man att tiden haft sin gång även här. På YouTube finns förstås en hel massa klipp att välja ibland och först hade jag svårt att välja. Men sen blev det plötsligt enkelt. När jag hittade en ängel även här så blev det ju självklart.

Här kommer alltså Cliff Richard med låten Angel.