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Rachel Mealey in Tokyo: Japanese people believe dolls have souls and cannot be thrown away with the rubbish.

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速水もこみち
日本放送協会: The defense ministry has refrained from disclosing its issuance of such order, until now, to avoid revealing Japan’s response.

Lu KangWe are extremely concerned

星期一

Albert Einstein: Spirit must again overcome technology.

Flee to the Mountains!
:Silent Abomination
Flee Jerusalem!
Doreen Ellen Bell-Dotan: The Jewish People owe no fealty to any entity in which the Jewish Soul cannot find expression in reality.
The State of Israel, such as it is, then, has only a thread of Mandate remaining.
My suggestion to those who have presumed to lead Israeli society is to weave a beautiful tapestry from that frayed and fraying thread into a robe befitting the Majesty of the Jewish People. And do so quickly.

星期三

to Phil K und to Sarah K, etal: Avoid Mindanao, as usual...

星期二

星期三

Wedding for the Son

At first flesh of Eden
We race d@wn to the Si
Standing there on freedom's shore

Waiting for the Sun
Waiting for the Sun
Waiting for the Sun

Can you feel it
Now that Spring has come and it's time to live
In the scattered tsun

Waiting for the Sun
Waiting for the Sun
Waiting for the Sun
Waiting for the Sun

Wading...
Wading...
Wading...
Wading...
Wading...
Wading...
Wading...
Wading...

Waiting for you to come along
Waiting for you to hear mi song
Waiting for you to come along
Waiting for you to tell mi what went wrong
This is the strangest life I've Ever known
YAH!

Cahn you feel E.T.
Know that Spring has come and it's time to liv
Inn the scattered son

Waiting for the Sun
Waiting for the Sun
Waiting for the Sun

Wedding for the Son:

星期一

星期二

Keturah's Lament

Paki Deli
WITCH:
This is the world I meant:
Couldn't you listen?
Couldn't you stay content
Safe behind walls
As I could
Knot?

Now, you know what's out there in the Wood.
No one can prepare you for the world.
Evin Eye.
How could I, who loved you as you war?
How could I have shielded you from herr or them.

No matter what you say
Children won't listen.
No matter what you know
Children refuse to learn.

Guide them along the way.
Still they won't listen.
Children can only grow from something 
EEUU love to something EU lose.

星期二

TIKKUN LEA


‎"The demonstrations that are happening, now, are an outcry to G-d to help and that cry has been heard." ~ D²

‎"At precisely midnight — when the night divides — I will go out into the midst of Egypt." {Bo 11:4}

"In the darkness, lighting one match causes tremendous light to propagate. If you're in a well-lit room, where you're out in the daylight sun, let's say, at noon-time, you light a match, it doesn't seem to propagate much light. Do the same thing at Midnight and you'll see how much light there is." ~ D²


"One aspect of rising at midnight is that of consciously connecting – emotionally as well as mentally – with the Divine Presence, or 'Shechina', in her state of exile. By strengthening this affinity, via meditation and genuine prayer, we direct our consciousness to the present imperfect state of the world and towards the idea of a perfected reality to which we, individually and collectively, aspire." ~ KabbalaOnline.org

Shhhhhhhhhhhhh! 

It's the Last Midnight.
It's the last wish.
It's the Last Midnight.
Soon, it will be boom
Squish.

Told a little lie.
Stole a little gold.
Broke a little vow.
Did you?
Had to get your Prince.
Had to get your cow.
Have to get your wish.
Doesn't matter how.
Anyway, it doesn't matter now.

It's the Last Midnight.
It's the boom
Splat!
Nothing, but a vast midnight.
Everybody's smashed 
Flat!

Nothing you can do.
Not exactly true.
We can always give her the boy!
No?
No, of course what really matters is the blame.
Someone you can blame.
Fine, if that's the thing you enjoy:
Placing the blame
If that's the aim
Give me the blame: Just give me the boy!

"No"?

You're so nice.
You're not good.
You're not bad.
You're just nice.
I'm not good.
I'm not nice, I'm just right. I'm the Which.
You're the world!

I'm the Witch.
I'm what no one believes, I'm the 'Wich.
You're all liars and thieves, like his father!
Like his son will be, too, oh, why bother?
You'll just do what you do.

It's the Lost Midnight, so, goodbye all!
Coming at you fast, Midnight!
Soon, you'll see the sky fall!

Here, you want a bean?
Have another bean.
Beans were made for making you rich!
Plant them and they soar!
Here, you want some more?
Listen to the roar: Giants by the score!
Oh well, you can blame another witch.

It's the L@st Midnight!
It's the last vs!
Now, before it's past midnight
I'm leaving you my last curse:

I'm leaving you alone. You can tend the Garden. It's yours!
Separate and alone. Everybody down on all fours! All right, Mother, when?
Lost the beans again! Punish me the way you did then! Give me claws and a hunch.
Just away from this bunch and the gloom and the doom and the boom!

LOL!

Source:

Up at Midnight
The Threshold