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Cries From Within: November 2014
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Sunday, November 30, 2014. I won't be silent. Because the ones blocking me were also the ones who saw and kept silent or who knew and pretended not to. I encourage everyone who has been hurt to cry out and let it be known .Don't hold it in. Holding it in has hurt me so much. Some how I was taught and I gobbled it up . that saints suffer in silence. They were made out to be my heroes.the people that were going through great suffering and never complaining. 169; Joy Pachowicz. Links to this post. If they'v...
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Cries From Within: We're all related
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Monday, August 3, 2015. Look at the people who are everywhere around you. They are your family and your relatives: it is true. For though you haven't met them or spoken along the way. Each person is interconnected and is part of your day. You say it isn't possible to see your sister and your brother. In someone who is different than you by their culture or color. But if you are still claiming it: that God is your Father. Everyone will become kin to you: be they lighter or darker. 169; Joy Pachowicz.
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Cries From Within: May 2015
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Sunday, May 31, 2015. I breathe in the Divinity. I breathe in the Divinity. Its in everything I see. In the very depths of me. I am entertaining the Trinity. I see the Greatest God Divine. Everything becomes His Shrine. Reflecting His Most Sacred Shine. He comes out of this poor heart of mine. Oh the most sacred sound of love. Echoing from the Great Above. Warming us like a winter glove. Its more than we can ever dream of. Let us take some time today. From all the busy-ness and play. 169; Joy Pachowicz.
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Cries From Within: August 2015
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Monday, August 31, 2015. Soaking showers pouring down. Dress the earth with flowing gown. All the sparkles of this rain. Can release some peace or pain. Stormy weather clouds this day. Coloring skies in dismal way. Though its grayish and so dim. Every raindrop can speak of Him. While the clouds are dark and grey. Sombering shades make up the way. So that the traveler has to slow. Or the consequences come to know. 169; Joy Pachowicz. Links to this post. Sunday, August 30, 2015. Today, would you . Hear the...
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Cries From Within: Morning's gift for me and you
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Wednesday, August 5, 2015. Morning's gift for me and you. Sparkling through the morning sky. Warming up to you and I. Is that star so bright and new. Morning's gift for me and you. Every day without a fail. Burning down the nightly trail. Of dew and darkness in a line. The sun keeps shining: all is fine. Touch its radiance, if you will. When you're silent, when you're still. Tell me if you've touched its glow. Held it briefly: want to know. Something mysterious, something true. 169; Joy Pachowicz. Love S...
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Cries From Within: February 2015
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Saturday, February 28, 2015. But, know this for certain. I now that you're hurting; I feel it in here. Near to my heart I can feel all of your fear. It's painful and scary the things you have known. You're feeling abandoned and all on your own. But know this, for certain, as certain as day. You're never alone and there's always a way. Even when the darkness is all you can see. The angels are around you to help you be free. The future's uncertain; some friends are untrue. 169; Joy Pachowicz. Help them dea...
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Cries From Within: March 2015
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Saturday, March 28, 2015. A question for you. Do you ever think about the squirrels that scamper all around. The trees, the birds, the universe ; the early morning sound? Do you ever hear the breezes, the winds inside the trees? Is there anything you ever notice, would you tell me if you please? When the morning is finally breaking; do you notice the golden sun;. And the moon, so high above you, do you see it when day is done? Do you smell the smell of the roses and notice the fragrant air. I'll be watch...
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Cries From Within: June 2015
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Monday, June 29, 2015. In a place unspoken ( for you who are broken). Are you utterly bruised and broken. Totally lost in a place unspoken. Frozen inside some other time. Where you are the victim of a terrible crime ? Have you been stuck in the motion of feeling it. That giving up on your pierced and aching spirit. You cannot even begin to stretch or rise up. Because of what was inside your crippling cup? No one ever really seems to "get you". Or what you have been made to go through. 169; Joy Pachowicz.
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Cries From Within: January 2015
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Saturday, January 31, 2015. Whatever you say and whatever you do. Whatever you say and whatever you do. Think of the intensity that keeps coming through. Make it more peaceful and make it more calm. Let everything you're doing be as healing as balm. Put away all of that me-ness and all of that "fame". Speak to each other without boosting your name. No one is more higher and no one is more lower. This is the surest pathway of the welcoming goer. So reach out to each other and each stranger as friend.
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Cries From Within: October 2014
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Friday, October 31, 2014. Cool whispering winds are blessing our day. Singing of winter and preparing its way. Soon it'll be frosty and so cold to the bone. Autumn leaves are falling; the geese have all flown. Such a cool crispness speaks when we walk. The leaves have all fallen and are starting to talk. They tell of their story and create some cool rhyme:. Walk with us our history and share with us your time". Squirrels are all scampering and searching about. Busy as the beavers and quicker than the bees.
