Just a Girl Lost 2

Just a girl lost~ Here I share bits & pieces of me, in poetry, prose, music & posts from writers who inspire me.


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3 Quotes about Truth

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Sick at the moment…

I’m sick at the moment, sinus infection, ugh and it’s completely got me tired and drained of energy.

That said, as soon as I’m better I intend to post something relevant, timely and hopefully interesting.

When it comes to politics, my views are usually at odds with most writers and poets, that’s ok with me, I never take it personally when others disagree with me, even if they are wrong.  😉

What I am so tired of is the negativity about our president, it’s beyond ridiculous.

Those who hate him because he isn’t a ‘statesman’, that’s EXACTLY what got him elected.  He isn’t all smooth talking snake oil salesman bullshitter professional politician/criminal.

There is a method to his madness.  It’s quite unfortunate that many well-intentioned and well-educated people choose to believe the MSM and globalists and lying hype being piled against him instead of looking at what is going on behind the scenes.

I’m also highly offended that 63 million Americans are called racists for voting for the man.  That is the ultimate in stupidity and ignorance.

I am certainly not a racist, no one I know who voted for him is a racist.  The fact that people cannot understand nor figure out just why he won does not justify calling people racists.  The same people calling Trump voters racist are the ones who called those who didn’t vote for Obama racist.   Get a clue.  Please, get a frickin clue.

There are many well-educated, intelligent people in this country who vote according to common sense and the Constitution.  Maybe it’s a bit too simple to understand for those arrogant, pompous asses who love to lump everyone in a category who doesn’t agree with there liberal, progressive, Marxist mentalities.

I digress, I meant to write about how I’m going to write when I’m feeling better.

It is a difficult process to unravel all the truth from the lies being spun non-stop by the MSM and the idiots in politics who only want to pursue their globalist agenda, but I hopefully will be able to do so in the future, if not for anyone else, but my own sanity.

Peace and love,

Niki


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America

AMERICA

Just sit

and listen

Just sit still

relax

let your worries

fade away

Just immerse

yourself

in this moment

this music

this man

this song

Just sit back

and listen,

that’s all,

just listen …

~

@justagirllost


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DuskLightMemory ~ Happy Birthday,C!🌸

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Within you
Deep beneath the thoughts

others read into you
places locked
dreams you forgot
They still live within You

You have all you need

To Be as you’re meant

To Be
To live without the within

they built for you
You are and always have been here
You are worth more, my dear
Every single bit of you withheld
without their blessing
Never useless or lesser
You are precious~perfect

You need not be measured
Just live  ~  free to be…  You
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Happy Birthday, my beautiful Christy!

I still think of you, all the time, when I see a red cardinal fly by

I still pray for you, and your family, because family is and was the most important thing to you.

You always had love to share.

You truly cared for others and that’s a damn rare thing.

You cared, Christy.

You opened your arms and shussed us all in under your wings like an angel friend.

I know people aren’t Angels, but Christy,  you were my angel whenever I needed.

You were always there for me.

You always had an uplifting thought, a kind word, a giddy laugh, a pat on the back,

an “Oh, hell! Nah, girl you’re better than that!”

You always saw the good in people, that’s a beautiful thing.

You were the one lifting others up as the dark ones pulled them down.

You were real, truth, goodness, integrity, honesty, gentility, class and sass.

You were earthy, fiery, hot and passionate.

You were gentle, soothing, soft, hugs and it’ll be ok, I’m here for you. That was you, C.

You just couldn’t understand how people could hurt one another, intentionally

and this message always stays with me, because, it’s you, C, it’s you, my beautiful @dusklightmemory …

‘Aww! Luvs’ you girl 

Take care of yourself your kids need ya

Fuck everyone else

Stay Strong

Single mothers are warrior angels in disguise…

So, Happy Birthday, Baby!

I’m so happy God brought you into this world!

You have touched and changed my life to infinity and I know we will meet again, and we’ll laugh and talk and hug and dance and sing and all will be LOVE, heavenly, we’ll all be together one happy family, across distance and time across horizons beyond what the eye  can see. 

I miss and love you, my Sweet Christy.

You’re in my prayers, my thoughts, my heart and always on my mind.

I love you, Sister I never had.

I love you, Christy, wildflower, moonchild,

beautiful angel, I love you,  my soul sister my forever and ever friend.

~

@justagirllost2

#dusklightangels

06/01/2017

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Darkness is a temporary haven

I curled up into my mind and held myself tight

I wrote to the one who hurt me, my thoughts are never tongue-tied

I was bold, ALL CAPS, adamant about what my boundaries are, Truthful about what I believe, want, need.  Brutally honest.  Pure feeling and electricity running thru my words.

At the end, after three messages, finally, I got it

I realized it didn’t matter if they read my messages or not. All that mattered is that I KNOW the truth and I know who I am, what I deserve and what it means to love.

I don’t need to prove I’m right, not anymore.  God’s the only One who knows my heart. He’s the only One I answer to and for.

I realize I never truly want to hurt those I love

I remember

I see the beautiful, loving, giving, truly radiant things their presence brings to me

Stepping away into the silence, the darkness of feeling everything, such a pain, such a peace

I realize this life is a never ending learning how to Be, how to love, how to clearly see

I let the anger, hurt, pain, tears wash over me

I know that I’m not happy living sad

The darkness is my haven temporarily, until I’m ready to face the warmth of loving, being loved again

That’s where I am meant to live

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©justagirllost2

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*A favorite song from one of my most favorite groups, Staind.  I LOVE all of their music.  Their words are soulful, introspective, real, raw and speak to me in so many ways. Past and present.  This song is one of my favorites.  ❤

So Far Away
Lyrics

This is my life
Its not what it was before
All these feelings I’ve shared
And these are my dreams
That I’d never lived before
Somebody shake me
‘Cause I
I must be sleeping

Now that we’re here,
It’s so far away
All the struggle we thought was in vain
All in the mistakes,
One life contained
They all finally start to go away
Now that we’re here it’s so far away
And I feel like I can face the day, and I can forgive
And I’m not ashamed to be the person that I am today

These are my words
That I’ve never said before
I think I’m doing okay
And this is the smile
That I’ve never shown before

Somebody shake me ’cause I
I must be sleeping

Now that we’re here,
It’s so far away
All the struggle we thought was in vain
All in the mistakes,
One life contained
They all finally start to go away
Now that we’re here it’s so far away
And I feel like I can face the day, and I can forgive
And I’m not ashamed to be the person that I am today

I’m so afraid of waking
Please don’t shake me
Afraid of waking
Please don’t shake me

Now that we’re here,
It’s so far away
All the struggle we thought was in vain
All in the mistakes,
One life contained
They all finally start to go away
Now that we’re here it’s so far away
And I feel like I can face the day, and I can forgive
And I’m not ashamed to be the person that I am today

 


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Happy Easter †

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The Resurrection of Jesus

But at daybreak on the first day of the week they took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb.

They found the stone rolled away from the tomb;

but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus.

While they were puzzling over this, behold, two men in dazzling garments appeared to them.

They were terrified and bowed their faces to the ground. They said to them, “Why do you seek the living one among the dead?

He is not here, but he has been raised.  Remember what he said to you while he was still in Galilee,

that the Son of Man must be handed over to sinners and be crucified, and rise on the third day.”

And they remembered his words.

Luke 24: 1-9

 

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“The Lord Is Risen and Was Seen Alive”

ROME, 7 APRIL 2007 (ZENIT)

Here is a translation of a commentary by the Pontifical Household preacher, Capuchin Father Raniero Cantalamessa, on the readings for Easter Sunday’s liturgy.

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He is Risen!
Easter Sunday
Acts 10:34a, 37-43; Colossians 3:1-4; John 20:1-9

There are men — we see this in the phenomenon of suicide bombers — who die for a misguided or even evil cause, mistakenly retaining, but in good faith, that the cause is a worthy one.

Even Christ’s death does not testify to the truth of his cause, but only the fact that he believed in its truth. Christ’s death is the supreme witness of his charity, but not of his truth. This truth is adequately testified to only by the Resurrection. “The faith of Christians,” says St. Augustine, “is the resurrection of Christ. It is no great thing to believe that Jesus died; even the pagans believe this, everyone believes it. The truly great thing is to believe that he is risen.”

Keeping to the purpose that has guided us up to this point, we must leave faith aside for the moment and attend to history. We would like to try to respond to the following question: Can Christ’s resurrection be defined as a historical event, in the common sense of the term, that is, did it “really happen”?

There are two facts that offer themselves for the historian’s consideration and permit him to speak of the Resurrection: First, the sudden and inexplicable faith of the disciples, a faith so tenacious as to withstand even the trial of martyrdom; second, the explanation of this faith that has been left by those who had it, that is, the disciples. In the decisive moment, when Jesus was captured and executed, the disciples did not entertain any thoughts about the resurrection. They fled and took Jesus’ case to be closed.

In the meantime something had to intervene that in a short time not only provoked a radical change of their state of soul, but that led them to an entirely different activity and to the founding of the Church. This “something” is the historical nucleus of Easter faith.

The oldest testimony to the Resurrection is Paul’s: “For I delivered to you first of all that which I also received: That Christ died for our sins, according to the Scriptures, and that he was buried, and that he rose again according to the Scriptures; and that he was seen by Cephas, and after that by the eleven.

“Then he was seen by more than 500 brethren at once, of whom many are still with us and some are fallen asleep. After that, he was seen by James, then by all the apostles. And last of all, he was seen also by me, as by one born out of due time” (1 Corinthians 15:3-8).

These words were written around A.D. 56 or 57. But the core of the text is constituted by an anterior faith that Paul himself says he received from others. Keeping in mind that Paul learned of these things immediately after his conversion, we can date them to about A.D. 35, that is, five or six years after the death of Christ. It is thus a testimony of rare historical value.

The accounts of the Evangelists were written some decades later and reflect a later phase in the Church’s reflection. But the core of the testimony remains unchanged: The Lord is risen and was seen alive. To this a new element is added, perhaps determined by an apologetic preoccupation, and so of minor historical value: The insistence on the fact of the empty tomb. Even for the Gospels, the appearances of the Risen Christ are the decisive facts.

The appearances, nevertheless, testify to a new dimension of the Risen Christ, his mode of being “according to the Spirit,” which is new and different with respect to his previous mode of existing, “according to the flesh.” For example, he cannot be recognized by whoever sees him, but only by those to whom he gives the ability to know him. His corporeality is different from what it was before. It is free from physical laws: It enters and exits through closed doors; it appears and disappears.

According to a different explanation of the Resurrection, one advanced by Rudolf Bultmann and still proposed today, what we have here are psychogenetic visions, that is, subjective phenomena similar to hallucinations. But this, if it were true, would constitute in the end a greater miracle than the one that such explanations wish to deny. It supposes that in fact different people, in different situations and locations, had the same impression, the same hallucination.

The disciples could not have deceived themselves: They were specific people — fishermen — not at all given to visions. They did not believe the first ones; Jesus almost has to overpower their resistance: “O foolish men, and slow of heart to believe!” They could not even want to deceive others. All of their interests opposed this; they would have been the first to feel themselves deceived by Jesus. If he were not risen, to what purpose would it have been to face persecution and death for him? What material benefit would they have drawn from it?

If the historical character of the Resurrection — that is, its objective, and not only subjective, character — is denied, the birth of the Church and of the faith become an even more inexplicable mystery than the Resurrection itself. It has been justly observed that “the idea that the imposing edifice of the history of Christianity is like an enormous pyramid balanced upon an insignificant fact is certainly less credible than the assertion that the entire event — and that also means the most significant fact within this — really did occupy a place in history comparable to the one that the New Testament attributes to it.”

Where does the historical research on the Resurrection arrive? We can see it in the words of the disciples of Emmaus: Some disciples went to Jesus’ tomb Easter morning and they found that things were as the women had said who had gone their before them, “but they did not see him.” History too must take itself to Jesus’ tomb and see that things are as the witnesses have said. But it does not see the Risen One. It is not enough to observe matters historically. It is necessary to see the Risen Christ, and this is something history cannot do; only faith can.

The angel who appeared to the women Easter morning said to them: “Why do you seek the living among the dead?” (Luke 24:5). I must confess that at the end of these reflections I feel that this rebuke is also directed at me. It is as if the angel were to say to me: “Why do you waste time seeking among dead human and historical arguments, the one who is alive and at work in the Church and in the world? Go instead and tell his brothers that he is risen.”

If it were up to me, that is the only thing I would do. I quit teaching the history of Christian origins 30 years ago to dedicate myself to proclaming the Kingdom of God, but now when I am faced with radical and unfounded denials of the truth of the Gospels, I have felt obliged to take up the tools of my trade again.

This is why I have decided to use these commentaries on the Sunday Gospels to oppose a tendency often motivated by commercial interests and help those who may read my observations to form an opinion about Jesus that is less influenced by the clamor of the advertising world.

 

https://www.ewtn.com/library/Doctrine/zeasterfaith.htm


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To be a poet ~ by George Eliot

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To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel that discernment is but a hand playing with finely ordered variety on the chords of emotion—a soul in which knowledge passes instantaneously into feeling, and feeling flashes back as a new organ of knowledge. One may have that condition by fits only.

 

~George Eliot

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