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About the New Life Meher Baba wrote: This New Life is endless, and even after my physical death it will be kept alive by those who live the life of complete renunciation of falsehood, lies, hatred, anger, greed and lust; and who, to accomplish all this, do no lustful actions, do no harm to anyone, do no backbiting, do not seek material possessions or power, who accept no homage, neither covet honor nor shun disgrace, and fear no one and nothing; by those who rely wholly and solely on God, and who love God purely for the sake of loving; who believe in the lovers of God and in the reality of Manifestation, and yet do not expect any spiritual or material reward; who do not let go the hand of Truth, and who, without being upset by calamities, bravely and wholeheartedly face all hardships with one hundred percent cheerfulness, and give no importance to caste, creed and religious ceremonies. This New Life will live by itself eternally, even if there is no one to live it.

Although we have had significant losses, we did not lose our most important things: our health, our children, and those we love.

And then Jonah heard God’s voice. “Jonah, do you know what the difference is between you and the trees?” He was confident it was God because God usually asked questions but gave no answers. Jonah didn’t need a divine answer to this question, he knew it. “Yes,” he said. “The difference between me and the trees is that the trees let go of their leaves. I keep holding onto mine. The trees make room for new life. I don’t.

A New Year is like a new day; with fullness of sacred grace to fulfill the God-given dreams.

A perfect word for my new life. Unbecoming. I who have always been unbecoming am becoming un.

Breathing is our primary nonverbal language.

And then he draws the lamb in one smooth strong stroke, and slaps and rakes its wet mosslike fur to make it breathe, feels the power of its fast heartbeat in the chicken-bone cage of its ribs, still wet in his hands from the grease of birth, all these things of life, from jissom to mucus slavered between thighs to the wet sack of birth and glistening oiled newborn thing—all of these things of life awatered.

Breathing is our primary nonverbal language. Sharp, uneven breaths convey a message of stress even though someone might insist she is perfectly all right.

And then I couldn't see (Banawa) any more because the plane tilted up and we flew straight into a fierce light. This must be what it's like to be reborn. First, there you are in the darkness of your mother's womb, not knowing anything and not wanting anything to change. And then suddenly you are out, naked and starving hungry in a shining new world.

But I do care. I hate myself for it, but I can’t fight this desperate need to try. Try to fit in. Try to make this school experience different than all the previous ones.

By marriage I am asking you to help me become a better version of myself, while still loving me every moment along the way. Continuing what you’ve been doing already and I am vowing to do the same.

Catastrophic events serve a higher purpose.

Change of heart comes from the Creator.

Christ to the thief: Come with me. We die together, a thief and the Maker of the world. Walk with the Infinite made flesh into the belly of the whale. Stand close while reality quakes. Watch while Death is taken by the throat. Today you will be with me in Paradise. Stories don't end at death.

Divine power transforms us, to be the better person, we ought to be.

Empathy connects us to another person’s experience without judgment.

Enlightenment is not a rocket science, it is the pure awareness of something deep within you that is ageless, formless and undefinable.

Every morning we begin our new life with new joy. So let it be beautiful.

Every new day comes with a new joy, a new plan and a new life, all to be directed by the same old God! You need a new dream, a new passion and a new hope to pursue your old destiny!

From darkness; take me unto Light. O God! Help me today, make my maiden flight. From sorrow; give me the strength to break. And help me to love and to care. From darkness take me unto Light. O God! Hear my prayers and let in the sunlight. (excerpts of my poem from my book 'From the Silence Within')

Getting up and putting on your shoes after a disaster is a badge of honor.” -- Dr. Thomas Demaria

God’s power is able to change stony, stubborn heart to kind, responsive heart.

Can I stay here?" In response, Mary smiled and opened the door wide. Tianna walked inside. Flames flickered in the hearth, and the smell of popcorn wrapped around her. Shannon and Todd looked up in surprise when they saw her. Shannon ran to her with arms spread as wide as wings, and Todd did happy wheelies around the room. Hours later, stomach filled with popcorn and Pepsi, Tianna crawled onto the soft cotton-flowered sheet and pulled the comforter over her head. Her bed smelled fresh and new, and she had a cozy feeling that she hadn't felt for a long time. Tears stung her eyes. She missed her parents and Jamie, but now at least she had a chance to start to live a normal life after so many years of running and living on the street. She stared out the window at the dark night sky and touched the amulet hanging around her neck. "Goddess," she murmured. The word felt so right.

Christmas is more than rice and chicken, it's all about Jesus Christ and the new life He came to the world to give to mankind.

Christmas means the birth of a new beginning, a new mind, and a new life.

Disasters make us aware that the life force within us needs tending daily. This is why we are here.” – Dr. Anne Redelfs

—Elle m'a pas recconue! —C'est parce qu'elle vous a jamais vue.

I am giving birth. I am midwife to myself. Now is a new life full of possibilities. I must be strong like a child.

How could I touch you with these hands?" he asked, his tone shredded with anguish. "How could you stand to let me? God, if you knew all the things I've done-" "I love your hands," she murmured. "I'm not good enough for you. But no one is. And most men, good or bad, have limits to what they would do, even for someone they love. I have none. No God, no moral code, no faith in anything. Except you. You're my religion. I would do anything you asked. I would fight, steal, kill for you. I would-" "Shhh. Hush. My goodness." She sounded breathless. "There's no need to break all the commandments, Kev." "You don't understand," he said, drawing back to look at her. "If you believed anything I've told you-" "I do understand." Her face was like an angel's, soft and compassionate. "And I believe what you've said... but I don't agree at all with the conclusions you seem to have drawn." Her hands lifted, molding against his lean cheeks. "You are a good man, a loving one. The rom baro tried to kill all that inside you, but he couldn't succeed. Because of your strength. Because of your heart." She eased back onto the bed and drew him down to her. "Be at ease, Kev," she whispered. "Your uncle was an evil man, but what he did must be buried with him. 'Let the dead bury the dead'- do you know what that means?" He shook his head. "To leave the past behind and look only to the journey ahead. Only then can you find a new way. A new life. It's a Christian saying... but it would make sense to a Rom, I think.

I dread the beginning of her new life more than words can tell, but I see some hope for her if she travels - none if she remains at home.

Heading into any one-year anniversary, our emotional climate shifts. We enter a new season of the heart.

In the end, we live to serve the Saviour, who saved us from all slavery in the flesh. And make us awake in a new life of the spirit of Christ Jesus.

Intriguing isn't it? One day you are the king of your world. And the next day, you stand aside, watching it all burn. Ashes slipping out of your hand, you just stand and stare, your glassy gaze fixed on something no one else could see, no one else could know... People will talk as people do talk. And they will walk over the ashes. And the ashes will dance in front of you, reminding you every second of what was and what might have been. And you will almost give in. But my advice is, don’t give in. Because one day, you will decide to turn the corner. Put it all behind you. Just stand strong and still as the great wind comes and takes all the ashes away with with it, leaving fresh air behind. Fresh for you to make a new world, a better world.

I must loss everything, to gain anything that Christ Jesus has for me under the power of His grace.

I taught I had to be good to walk with God. And God said, “My grace is what you need to walk with me, than you will be good.

If you fall still stand your ground and strive for that new start.

In uncharted territory, we need new thinking, new ways of processing intense emotions, and new behavioral choices.

Irgendwann realisierte ich tatsächlich, dass die Antworten alle in mir schlummerten und nicht draußen in der Welt zu finden waren. Dort konnte ich Menschen treffen, die mir neue Perspektiven aufzeigten, den Schutthaufen der mein Potential verschüttete musste ich allerdings selbst beiseiteschaffen.

I think that, when I die, it might be some time until I know it.

It’s impossible to predict how the heart heals or how long it is going to take.

It may not be elegant but it’s true: There is no place for bullshit in a disaster zone.

It's time to reclaim your life.. One breath at a time.

Life is ever changing. We are ever transforming.

Life was about loss. One minute standing on the promise of your dreams, then free-falling backward into nothingness. Is this what it meant to grow old? To gradually be stripped of all you cared about. And then what? Were you supposed to spend the rest of your life, dreaming about the past while you waited to die? Or did you start a new life, set the cycle in motion once again. Take the chance of losing that, too. And if you did, what happened to the old life? Did it die away from lack of attention?

Like a Chinese finger puzzle made of woven straw, finding relief requires us to relax rather than pull in order to gain release.

Just as we do physiologically, emotional toxicity is best released daily. We have to regularly release old feelings and disturbing thoughts that are holding us back.” --Dr. Anne Redelfs

It takes grace to know the word of truth.

Like breaking a leg, a serious injury to the psyche often gets us benched while the regular game of life goes on. It may seem strange that forgiving ourselves for having such perfectly human reactions is harder than forgiving whatever caused them.

May all people from every nation, find power of God’s grace.

May you find endless enthusiasm to achieve your dreams in the coming year.