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A gift is free You can return it to the giver You can accept and open it If you do not like it, you can throw it away If you do like it, then you can use it If you do not need it, you can give it to someone else If you do need it, then you should like to take care of it So that it would last a lifetime  So that it would help you So that it would empower you My written work is my gift to you Sometimes, I write in crooked lines Why? Because God will make it straight for you I do not like to spoil the fun Life is full of fun, surprises, and excitement Life can be a spiral downward spin too But, it makes it all the more worth it You may wonder what I really meant in a few lines I like you to think for yourself, to navigate on your own You have your own life to live and a covenant with God Pray for enlightenment If you do not understand there are signs everywhere Be connected to the Unmoved and you will go far Be still, life is too precious to dwell on the ...

Heraclitus—'No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.' I was born and raised here in the City of Naga. Back then, children climbed trees and knew the rest of the neighbors. Gadgets came later on in the mid-80’s so, it was really an outdoor adventure rather than the times of the generation now. I am grateful for the people I knew then although I have a hard time recognizing them now as they have grown to be exceptional adults. An African Proverb states that, it takes a whole village to raise a child. I am a better man because of the village I lived in. It has made my thinking rooted in a solid local foundation that had prepared me to venture into the global village. The gas emission of a car in a distant country would affect the rising of the tides in a remote island far and away. That is why with the advent of Internet technology, the Media can sweepingly cover the entire world and influence it positive...

Ascension Press  and  Ascension Presents   in collaboration with  Inspires   give you this riveting magnum opus.‎.. Condensed Reflection by James Z. Carpio Given the scenario: what were you doing five years ago? Right exactly the same moment as now? We are certain that one would not have that exact frozen memory etched in one's mind. However, if that particular situation has a special meaning for that person, then, perhaps, the precision of the memory bank will be easily tested resulting to either sadness or gladness depending on that specific memory retrieved. If during that time an event occurred; e.g. a birthday, an anniversary, a travel or any other wonderful fact of the human experience of the gift of life—simply put, milestones—then, it is indelibly marked in our own calendar of existence. However, lessons from the past are rooted to our frailties. Our mistakes, misgivings, and sins. These are the ones that need to be addres...

'My feet had deteriorated so much son,' Kenneth Mondelo's father said. 'It doesn't matter Dad. It makes no difference at all,' he, reassuringly, comforted his old father. Others would have flinched. Ken has seen the best and worst in people. Furthermore, in life and on earth as well. Imperfections are similar to the rough edges of a sword being made by a Master bladesmith. His mentor showed him that, and, indeed, it has smoothened his craftsmanship. Now, he is a seasoned specialist in his own chosen beloved profession. It was not easy. At all. Myriad rejections that could have made others lose their mind. Redemptive sufferings that could have made others convert to agnosticism or even to atheism. He never gave up. He is unfazed. And, most importantly, he loves God. photo credit: Benjamin Disinger Marco Martinez via photopin (license) License: (license)

Gary Neutown walked in strides almost to the point of running. He had to leave. It was thirteen milliseconds before dusk. The sky had turned a berserk of red and orange hues. The sun bade its final farewell. Gary was halfway to the gates. Then, to his chagrin the iron gates were shut closed. And, locked with a huge padlock. He was a little too late. The next morning, Gary went to his sanctuary. He was exhilarated. It was dawn. And it was the moment when the darkness had been overcome by the morning sun. When he arrived at the gates, they were closed. He called out to the security officer. No one answered. He was a little too early. To be continued... photo credit: sludgegulper Bucureşti Gates to the empty former Presidential Palace. June 1996 via photopin (license) License: (license)

'Espresso Macchiato for Jacques,' the young lady hollered. Jacques Rivers sporting a crisp-white-long-sleeves Hugo Boss polo shirt went to the counter and smiled at the barista. He said, 'thanks!' and proceeded back to his seat by the wide panel glass window. He had been working on deadlines for about two hours already when, suddenly, he saw someone he knew walked in at Starbucks. A lady dressed in a green dress wearing a Chanel sunglasses went straight to the receiving section. Jacques was thinking to himself, could it be? He was unsure until the lady removed her pair of shades. And he thought to himself, I'll be darned, if it isn't Alicia. He was amazed. She looks different. Different good. She looks svelte and stunning. Jacques went to the counter right beside Alicia and whispered, 'hi, there!' Alicia slightly shifted her head to the left then stared at him. 'Hey, Jacques! What on earth are you doing here?' ...

'What are you looking for, Mr. Livingstone???' He shivered in excruciating pain, the slightest movement made him cry out to the heavens... Peter Livingstone is terminally ill. His doctor gave him three weeks. Not a single day more. He heard the voice again... 'What are you looking for, Peter?' 'Keys...' he mumbled somehow. Audible in the quiet sterile hospital room. 'There are no keys, Pete.' 'What do you mean?' he asked, as tears welled up and began to flow. 'Get inside your heart. Your soul.' 'I can only knock.' 'There are no keys to them.' 'Okay then,' Peter began to whisper a prayer. 'You open the door to your heart. From the inside.' 'Each door to one's heart has no knob. There is no need for keys.' 'You let Me into your heart.' Then, Peter Livingstone thought about Him and felt His presence. Then, the Living Water gushed inside his soul and he felt...