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Be an immortal knight of the lord by living in the godliness. Become superhuman. Be courageous. God is inside you. “I” is the inner consciousness. Seek the truth. Live in eternal love forever.

Because of Jesus’ supposed predestination, God would have had to choose the people who would kill and betray his son, choose the method by which he would be killed (crucifixion), and the time at which the event would occur. Those guilty of killing Jesus would therefore be simply carrying out God’s wishes without the free will to have chosen a path for themselves.

Becoming angry is the aspiration of our negative energy.

Before meeting you, I was praying to find you.. the thought of you, that prayer in particular was enough to cheer me up no matter how sad I was. Now, you are here before my eyes, do you know how I feel? I feel as if I am flying in my dreams. I have witnessed the miracle of my life.. You are a miracle, my miracle, you are an angel from heaven. Without you, I wouldn't have known the magic of life, I would have rejected life itself. I love you!

Before you die, please share your love with the unknown immortal existence which is in your body and unite with the divine to live in godliness after you die....

Be forgetful, disgraceful, drunk in love. Be notorious, wild, crazy in love. Fall, die, be buried in love— and rise as a lord in heaven.

Be informed here and now that incessant prayers does  not finger God to open the Windows of heaven. What God wants to see Is your passion towards success and your giving drive...nothing else!

Being moral may not take you to heaven after the death, but it gives you a glimpse of it when you are alive

Believe in small pleasure. Total accumulation of the small pleasure is the real bliss and fun while living in the true spiritual life.

Believe in yourselves as sons and daughters of God, men and women with unlimited potential to do good in the world. Believe in personal virtue. There is no substitute for it anywhere under the. heavens. Believe in your power to discipline yourselves against the evils which could destroy you. Believe in one another as the greatest generation ever yet to live upon the earth.

Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and you will be saved.

Believe in the sacred word of God, the Holy Bible, with its treasury of inspiration and sacred truth; in the Book of Mormon as a testimony of the living Christ. Believe in the Church as the organization which the God of Heaven established for the blessing of His sons and daughters of all generations of time.

Belize: Hell or heaven? [Roy indicates "Heaven" through a glance] Belize: Like San Francisco. Roy Cohn: A city. Good. I was worried... it'd be a garden. I hate that shit. Belize: Mmmm. Big city. Overgrown with weeds, but flowering weeds. On every corner a wrecking crew and something new and crooked going up catty corner to that. Windows missing in every edifice like broken teeth, fierce gusts of gritty wind, and a gray high sky full of ravens. Roy Cohn: Isaiah. Belize: Prophet birds, Roy. Piles of trash, but lapidary like rubies and obsidian, and diamond-colored cowspit streamers in the wind. And voting booths. Roy Cohn: And a dragon atop a golden horde. Belize: And everyone in Balencia gowns with red corsages, and big dance palaces full of music and lights and racial impurity and gender confusion. And all the deities are creole, mulatto, brown as the mouths of rivers. Race, taste and history finally overcome. And you ain't there. Roy Cohn: And Heaven? Belize: That was Heaven, Roy.

Be like a spark travelling infinitely times faster than the rays of light to reach the Supreme Power.

Believe that you are someone worth saving.

Be prepared for a bit of a stinker! My little lambs always start bleating when told they're not going to Heaven.

Be sincere and self-dedicate as the godliness awaits you. Truth prevails even when your own mind betrays you.

Be the immortal warrior. Be the winner every breath. Live in the godliness.

Better hell on one's own terms than heaven on someone else's.

Birds are the eyes of heaven, and flies are the spies of hell.

Birds are the eyes of Heaven.

Blessed are the peacemakers; theirs is the kingdom of heaven

Birds were created to record everything. They were not designed just to be beautiful jewels in the sky, but to serve as the eyes of heaven.

The Argument of his Book I sing of Brooks, of Blossomes, Birds, and Flowers: Of April, May, of June, and July-Flowers. I sing of May-poles, Hock-carts, Wassails, Wakes, Of Bride-grooms, Brides, and of their Bridall-cakes. I write of Youth, of Love, and have Accesse By these, to sing of cleanly-Wantonnesse. I sing of Dewes, of Raines, and piece by piece Of Balme, of Oyle, of Spice, and Amber-Greece. I sing of Times trans-shifting; and I write How Roses first came Red, and Lillies White. I write of Groves, of Twilights, and I sing The Court of Mab, and of the Fairie-King. I write of Hell; I sing (and ever shall) Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all.

Body is man. Mind is world. Heart is Heaven. Soul is god.

Blessed are those who undergo the meditation at their mature age.

Butterflies are like angels kisses sent from heaven.

But books were full of stories and stories were full of lies and lies hurt Jesus's feelings, so I didn't know what to think. I blamed my family. They were the ones who taught me so much about telling stories, and how not to do it, and then, in inspired moments of surprise, how to tell one so good you forgot what day it was, and I liked forgetting what day it was, so I made certain life choices that would allow me to get paid to forget what day it was and teach others to forget what day it was, which is, after all, what I think heaven probably is: the whole world, forgetting what day it is. You have to, I bet, with an endless supply of them.

But I will now go further, and confess to you that men get tired of everything, of heaven no less than of hell; and that all history is nothing but a record of the oscillations of the world between these two extremes. An epoch is but a swing of the pendulum; and each generation thinks the world is progressing because it is always moving.

Sonnet XII: There is a Meetinghouse across the wold There is a Meetinghouse across the wold Near shaded churchyard where pine breezes sigh; Such sacred mem'ries gently here unfold Of rustic folk whom 'neath the yew trees lie. Engraved on stones now crum'ling in the earth, Of souls asleep for o'er a hundred years, Foretell unceasing cycles—Death and Birth That yew tree nods and weeps her unseen tears. But God shall guide us through the gloom of night Victorious over grim reaper's blade, As yet we grasp to see eternal light Amidst life's fickle joys which here do fade. Victims of Death by lusty scythe bannish'd Triumphant wake to find nightmares vanish'd! 13 February, 2013

But at this point an objection is frequently raised. The "otherworldliness" of Christianity is objected to as a form of selfishness. The Christian, it is said, does what is right because of the hope of heaven, but how much nobler is the man who because of duty walks boldly into the darkness of annihilation! The objection would have some wight if heaven according to Christian belief were mere enjoyment. But as a matter of fact heaven is communion with God and with his Christ. it can be said reverently that the Christian longs for heaven not only for his own sake, but also for the sake of God. Our present love is so cold, our present service is so weak; and we would one day love and serve Him as His love deserves.. it is perfectly true that the christian is dissatisfied with the present world, but it is a holy dissatisfaction; it is that hunger and thirst after righteousness which our Savior blessed. We are separated from the Savior now by the veil of sense and by the effects of sin, and it is not selfish to long to see Him face to face.

But I’ve looked devil in the eye and I saw heaven; I felt safe I felt home And I wonder if he was coward enough to hide beneath his demons Or I was too blind too blind for love that I did sing all my angels to sleep….

But there you put your finger on what it is that separates the sheep from the goats, and vice versa: imagination. Those who possess it have an afterlife; those who don't possess it, or in whom it has greatly atrophied, are reborn as plants or animals. It's as simple, and unfair, as that. You could almost say that heaven is no more than a fantasm generated by the excess energies of the pooled imaginations of the blessed.

But unlike Mama, I would not go to heaven. My secrets padlocked the gates. I'd be a torn kite stuck in the dead branches of a tree, unable to fly.

By infusing Jesus the man with the divine magic – by making him capable of earthly miracles as well as his own resurrection, the early church turned him into a god within the human world. Thus, the church reinforced the monopoly on the so-called route to heaven, i.e. salvation only through Jesus Christ. And during those days, whoever kept the keys to heaven would rule the world.

Can I ask you something very personal while you try things on?” “Yes, of course, what do you want to know?” “…well, it’s just that… I don’t want to offend you,” she said uncertainly. “Oh come on, Akane, out with it!” Mitsuko prompted her, “I want to know the answer too!” “Very well,” agreed the little auburn pixie and cut to the chase: “Where are your wings?” The question was so unexpected that I burst out laughing. “I had to part with them when I came down to Earth. “It’s something every angel has to deal with if they’re planning to spend any length of time down here.” “And what’s your life like, up there?” Akane asked. “In the Kingdom of Heaven, we live as beings of pure light.” “Up there, there’s no such thing as fear, pain, hot or cold. We don’t know hunger, suffering, ageing or death. We have no need of food and we don’t sleep. We are the messengers of God and we watch over the lives of mortals. We come to Earth often, but only as spirits, and once we’ve completed our task down here, we always go back to the White Woods.

Calling oneself a spiritual author or a saint or a Godman is also self-ignorance and egotistical, since the immortal life has always been an out-of-reach concept for mankind;

Can I go to heaven if you don't? And if I do go someplace where my paradise is detached from your eternity, where the hell am I?

Can verbs be made up? I'll tell you one. I heaven you, so my wings will open wide to love you boundlessly.

Can you touch and feel the society, community, nation and religion? These are all your self created mental hallucination duly trained, taught and brain washed under mass ignorance.

Categorizing intelligence and wisdom is a basic requirement during our existence on Earth.

Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?

Can't even feel dissapointed when seeing heaven ain't as wonderful as ever expected.

Ceea ce oamenii de pe Pământ numesc „Rai” și „Iad” sunt, de fapt, modurile în care ei abordează situațiile oriunde s-ar afla, cât și ceea ce manifestă fiecare individ ca circumstanțe ale vieții sale.

Change was happening and coming quick. You could feel it, itching at you as you waited desperate for movement. You had been in a holding pattern for too long. You had prayed day after day to be released from what felt like a prison and all the while, you were still here. Life was still the same, a revolving motion of people, activity, sleep and food...No passion. No interest. Just stuck. What you were unaware of was that Heaven was moving.

Change your life by following the desires of your heart, aiming to achieve your true bliss; creating your own part of heaven here on earth.

Closed mouths, only lead to closed gates. Share your salvation!

Chaucer, like Homer, writes about a journey, but as a Christian he has a different goal. Homer wanted to go home, but Chaucer's pilgrims want a place of man's true home: paradise

Christianity was derailed when Bible Schools became certification centers for true apostles of Christ. Where is the Holy Spirit? John 16:13

Christ makes Heaven the standard for God's will be done on Earth. What a high ideal is this! What power it would take to bring such a thing about! Nothing short of the Kingdom of God pulling down strongholds, overthrowing bastions of deeply entrenched sin, and then conquering this present world in such a way as to establish righteousness – nothing short of such things as these can meet the standard that Christ sets before us.