Creo que todo sueo que se repite tiene algo de misterioso pues nos hace percatarnos de que el inconsciente est cavando obsesivamente para desenterrar un objeto que se niega a salir.

Where there is prayer the fallen spirits have no power.

He believed he understood for the first time why people say life is a dream if you live long enough the events of a lifetime like the events of a dream cannot be communicated simply because they are of no interest to anyone.Human beings themselves after death become figures in a dream to the survivors they fade away and are forgotten like dreams that were once convincing but which no one cares to hear about. There are parents who find in their children a receptive audience with the result that in the childs credulous imagination they find a last semblance of life which quickly dims out as if they had never existed. ...

You should break away from unproductive routines that do not positively benefit you or make your life better.

As long as we have unsolved problems unfulfilled desires and a mustard seed of faith we have all we need for a vibrant prayer life.

Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.

Though there is much we still want there is much we already have and that means we have much to lose as well. Its that potential loss that can keep us bound so tightly that we never reach our biggest dreams because the biggest dreams require the most risk.

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Tal was looking at Hank when he said Just a moment. I want to hear it one more time.As they watched Bernice found her way to Hank and Mary. She began to week openly and spoke some quiet but impassioned words to them. Hank and Mary listened as did the others nearby and as they listened they began to smile. They put their arms around her they told her about Jesus and then they began to weep as well. Finally as the saints were gathered and Bernice was surrounded with loving arms Hank said the words Lets pray...

I had a dream about you. You were you but you were manya multitude of mannequins each named Manny. And I was me but I was Dark Jar Tin Zoo and as such I made love to youall of you. Then I woke up alone naked cuddling a mannequin I named after you who smells like you because I spray it with the same fragrance you used to wear. Is that crazy No I didnt think so either.