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Ascension Press  and  Ascension Presents   in collaboration with  Inspires   give you this riveting magnum opus.‎.. Condensed Reflection by James Z. Carpio I became an irate customer at Starbucks Naga City. I, formally, filed a complaint with the Police about it but I am just dropping the case. I do care but I am establishing a boundary by never ever going to Stabucks Naga City anymore for the rest of my life. That is for my peace of mind and their peace of mind. Thank you, Father Mike.

James Z. Carpio, writer Hey! My name is James. Everyone calls me by that name.  My Papa called me Jim and my Mama called me Jimbo. One brother of mine calls me Semaj.  Wait, let me tell you about one brother who calls me by myriad names. He calls me Hermenegi. Hermenehoho. You get the drift, right? My I.D. actually says the first one because it would not fit on the card. Let me ask you this. What's in a name? It's just a name. For the deaf it doesn't matter at all. For the mute they would not be able to voice out my name. Anyway, there are millions of Jameses in the world. Each of us are special. From research the chances of us being born is one in a Trillion.  I was not meant to be born. The plan was just to have a dozen children. That's it. Nothing more and nothing less. But, since God perhaps thought that my father and my mother did a pretty great job of raising 12 children they were blessed by a bonus. That would...

You're lucky Peter! It was difficult for me. I saw hell. It was pungent there. And the devils really get to your bones and not just crawl on your skin. But, I'm glad you shared your story. It made me see the other side. The better place. Norma Betty, I tell you it was Him that I saw, God Almighty. He is Pure Light. And, I want to see Him again. One day. photo credit: ЕгорЖуравлёв Blue_component via photopin (license) License: (license)

(by jlzc, January 6, 2019) In this Feast of Epiphany, Homage to the Blessed Baby. To follow the star of fixed bars, Or could we rewrite our own stars? This journey of recovery, Prayer and patience, aplenty! Along the shore of gentle waves, Soothing what the soul deeply craves. In search of what’s precious and true, Where do we go? What must we do? Greater than darkness is God’s light! More than our weakness, is His might! Gold for the youth, for our children! I’ll dream again, I live again!

George Bricklodge saw a red car parked on the side of the road. It was parked right in front of the house he used to live in. He had flashbacks. When he was a young boy he was accidentally hit by a car. His mother prayed that he would wake up and still recognize her. He did wake up. He woke up looking at an aquarium filled with fishes. During his childhood he became uncomfortable with any kind of vehicle. He had carsickness. He always brought with him a passenger discomfort bag. Growing up, he had a fear of crossing streets. Then, it stopped. He saw the red car and examined it. It was a doctor's car.  That fear and other fears went away against all the odds. He felt safe. Mr. Bricklodge died at a young age also without fear of death. His cousin asked, "How did he die?" His uncle told her, "He got hit by a bus while doing his morning exercise. He lost balance while walking on ...

I remember you asking for your photo taken to make her happy. I remember you giving me the things you owned. I remember all the other things. Well, I guess now you know. And, now that you know you understand me a lot better. But, let's forget about those. I followed everything you said. Every detail. Now, all I have to do is wait. photo credit: cyrusoxford Woodstock Barbers 2016 via photopin (license) License: (license)

Rejoice! It is the season of Advent and The Star is about to rise... Amidst a dark 2018 sickness, death, destruction, fake news and lies. After a year for the consecrated, now comes the year for the youth - Renewed heart with greater compassion and zest for the pursuit of truth! With the efforts of the United Nations, Yemen is blessed with a ceasefire. With much strife in Syria, there is still hope for healing, music and the lyre. In our beloved Pearl of the Orient, amidst a continuing culture of impunity, The Balangiga bells shall ring again to rally tested spirits weary but free! In our own limits and confines of wherever we find ourselves to be, On vacation, at work, in transit, heavy traffic, as far as the eyes can see, Much ado about a lot of things and yet they fail to perpetually satisfy. A journey of healing, walking by the bay, up a hill, continues to intensify! With greater patience, as this unquenchable desire is ready to burst. With joy...