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There seems to be some perverse human characteristic that likes to make easy things difficult.

Dignity does not consist in possessing honours, but in deserving them.

Despite everything, I still believe that people are good at heart.

People seldom do what they believe in.

They do what is convenient, then repent.

No mortal can keep a secret.

If the lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore.

Don’t hurt people

Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it’s like they didn’t fade away at all.

Leaving terror of ravaged shards of glass

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The Story of Sigurd the Volsung

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But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth, And the light flashed up to the heavens from the rims of the glorious girth; But they twain arose together, and with both her palms outspread, And bathed in the light returning, she cried aloud and said: “All hail, O Day and thy Sons, and thy kin of the coloured things! Hail, following Night, and thy Daughter that leadeth thy wavering wings! Look down With unangry eyes on us today alive, And give us the hearts victorious, and the gain for which we strive! All hail, ye Lords of God-home, and ye Queens of the House of Gold! Hail, thou dear Earth that bearest, and thou Wealth of field and fold! Give us, your noble children, the glory of wisdom and speech,

And the hearts and the hands of healing, and the mouths and hands that teach!” Then they turned and were knit together, and oft and o’er again They craved, and kissed rejoicing, and their hearts were full and fain. Then Sigurd looketh upon her, and the words from his heart arise: “Thou art the fairest of earth, and the wisest of the wise; O who is art thou that lovest? I am Sigurd, even as I told; I have slain the Foe of the Gods and gotten the Ancient Gold, And great was the gain of thy love, and the gift of mine earthly days, If we twain should never sunder as we wend on the changing ways. O who art thou that lovest, thou fairest of all things born? And what meanest thy sleep and thy slumber in the wilderness forlorn?” She said: “I am one that loveth: I was born of the earthly folk, But of old Allfather took me from the Kings and their wedding yoke: And he called me the Victory-Wafter, and I went and came as he would, And I chose the slain for his war-host, and the days were glorious and good,

Till the thoughts of my heart overcame me, and the pride of my wisdom and speech, And I scorned the earth folks Framer and the Lord of the world I must teach: For the death-doomed I caught from the sword, and the fated life I slew, And I deemed that my deeds were goodly and that long I should do and undo. But Allfather came against me and the God in his wrath arose; And he cried: `Thou hast thought in thy folly that the Gods have friends and foes, That they wake, and the world wends onward, that they sleep, and the world slips back, That they laugh, and the world’s weal waxeth, that they frown and fashion the wrack: Thou hast cast up the curse against me; it shall fall aback on thine head; Go back to the sons of repentance, with the children of sorrow wed! For the Gods are great unholpen, and their grief is seldom seen, And the wrong that they will and must be is soon as it had not been.’ “Yet I thought: `Shall I wed in the world, shall I gather grief on the earth?

Then the fearless heart shall I wed, and bring the best to birth, And fashion such tales for the telling, that Earth shall be holpen at least, If the Gods think scorn of its fairness, as they sit at the changeless feast.’ “Then somewhat smiled Allfather, and he spake: ‘So let it be! The doom thereof abideth; the doom of me and thee. Yet long shall the time pass over ere thy waking day be born: Fare forth, and forget and be weary ‘neath the Sting of the Sleepful Thorn!’ ‘So I came to the head of Hindfell and the ruddy shields and white, And the wall of the wildfire wavering around the isle of the night; And there the Sleep-thorn pierced me, and the slumber on me fell, And the night of nameless sorrows that hath no tale to tell.

Now I am she that loveth; and the day is nigh at hand When I, who have ridden the sea-realm and the regions of the land, And dwelt in the measureless mountains and the forge of stormy days, Shall dwell in the house of my fathers and the land of the people’s praise; And there shall hand meet hand, and heart by heart shall beat, And the lying-down shall be joyous, and the morn’s uprising sweet. Lo now, I look on thine heart and behold of thine inmost will, That thou of the days wouldst hearken that our portion shall fulfil; But O, be wise of man-folk, and the hope of thine heart refrain! As oft in the battle’s beginning ye vex the steed with the rein, Lest at last in the latter ending, when the sword hath hushed the horn, His limbs should be weary and fail, and he might be over-worn. O be wise, lest thy love constrains me, and my vision wax o’er-clear And thou ask of the thing that thou shouldst not, and the thing that thou wouldst not hear. Know thou, most mighty of men, that the Norns shall order all, And yet without thine helping shall no whit of their will befall; Be wise! ’tis a marvel of words, and a mock for the fool and the blind; But I saw it writ in the heavens, and its fashioning there did I find: And the night of the Norns and their slumber, and the tide when the world runs back, And the way of the sun is tangled, it is wrought of the dastard’s lack. But the day when the fair earth blossoms and the sun is bright above, Of the daring deeds is it fashioned and the eager hearts of love. “Be wise, and cherish thine hope in the freshness of the days,

And scatter its seed from thine hand in the field of the people’s praise; Then fair shall it fall in the furrow, and some the earth shall speed, And the sons of men shall marvel at the blossom of the deed: But some the earth shall speed not: nay rather, the wind of the heaven Shall waft it away from thy longing and a gift to the Gods hast thou given, And a tree for the roof and the wall in the house of the hope that shall be, Though it seemeth our very sorrow, and the grief of thee and me. “Strive not with the fools of man-folk: for belike thou shalt overcome; And what then is the gain of thine hunting when thou bearest the quarry home? Or else shall the fool overcome thee, and what deed thereof shall grow? Nay, strive with the wise man rather, and increase thy woe and his woe; Yet thereof again hast thou got the half of thine heart hast thou won If thou mayst prevail against him, and his deeds are the deeds thou hast done; Yea, and if thou fall before him, in him shalt thou live again, And thy deeds in his hand shall blossom, and his heart of thine heart shall be fain. “When thou hearest the fool rejoicing, and he saith, ‘It is over and past And the wrong was better than right, and hate turns into love at the last, And we strove for nothing at all, and the Gods are fallen asleep; For so good is the world a-growing that the evil good shall reap:’ Then loosen thy sword in the scabbard and settle the helm on thine head, For men betrayed are mighty, and great is the wrongfully dead. “Wilt thou do the deed and repent it? thou hadst better never been born: Wilt thou do the deed and exalt it? then thy fame shall be outworn:

Thou shalt do the deed and abide it, and sit on thy throne on high, And look on today and tomorrow as those that never die. “Love thou the Gods–and withstand them, lest thy fame should fail in the end, And thou be but their thrall and their bondsman, who wert born for their very friend: For few things from the Gods are hidden, and the hearts of men they know, And how that none rejoiceth to quail and crouch alow. “I have spoken the words, belov{`e}d, to thy matchless glory and worth; But thy heart to my heart hath been speaking, though my tongue hath set it forth: For I am she that loveth, and I know what thou wouldst teach From the heart of thine unlearned wisdom, and I need must speak thy speech.” Then words were weary and silent, but oft and o’er again They craved and kissed rejoicing, and their hearts were full and fain. Then spake the Son of Sigmund: “Fairest, and most of the worth, Hast thou saw the ways of man-folk and the regions of the earth? Then speak yet more of wisdom; for most meet meseems it is That my soul to thy soul is sharpened and that I should know thy bliss.” So she took his right hand meekly, nor any word would say, Not e’en of love or praising, his longing to delay; And they sat on the side of Hindfell, and their fain eyes looked and loved, As she told of the hidden matters whereby the world is moved: And she told of the framing of all things, and the houses of the heaven; And she told of the star-worlds’ courses, and how the winds are driven; And she told of the Norns and their names, and the fate that abideth the earth; And she told of the ways of the King-folk in their anger and their mirth; And she spoke of the love of women and told of the flame that burns, And the fall of mighty houses, and the friend that falters and turns, And the lurking blinded vengeance, and the wrong that amendeth wrong, And the hand that repenteth its stroke, and the grief that endureth for long: And how man shall bear and forbear, and be master of all that is; And how man shall measure it all, the wrath, and the grief, and the bliss. “I saw the body of Wisdom, and of shifting guise was she wrought, And I stretched out my hands to hold her, and a mote of the dust they caught; And I prayed her to come for my teaching, and she came in the midnight dream–

And I woke and might not remember, nor betwixt her tangle deem: She spake, and how might I hearken; I heard, and how might I know; I knew, and how might I fashion, or her hidden glory show? All things I have told thee of Wisdom are but fleeting images Of her hosts that abide in the heavens, and her light that Allfather sees: Yet wise is the sower that sows, and wise is the reaper that reaps, And wise is the smith in his smiting, and wise is the warder that keeps: And wise shalt thou be to deliver, and I shall be wise to desire; And lo, the tale that is told, and the sword and the wakening fire! Lo now, I am she that loveth and hark how Greyfell neighs, And Fafnir’s Bed is gleaming, and green goes the downward ways,

The road to the children of men and the deeds that thou shalt do In the joy of thy life-days’ morning when thine hope is fashioned anew. Come now, O Bane of the Serpent, for now, is the high-noon come, And the sun hangeth over Hindfell and looks on the earth folks home; But the soul is so great within thee, and so glorious are thine eyes, And I so love constraineth, and my heart that was called the wise, That we twain may see men’s dwellings and the house where we shall dwell, And the place of our life’s beginning, where the tale shall be to tell.” So they climb the burg of Hindfell, and hand in hand they fare, Till all about and above them, is naught but the sunlit air, And there close they cling together rejoicing in their mirth; For far away beneath them lie the kingdoms of the earth, And the garths of men-folk’s dwellings and the streams that water them, And the rich and plenteous acres, and the silver ocean’s hem, And the woodland wastes and the mountains, and all that holdeth all; The house and the ship and the island, the loom and the mine and the stall, The beds of bane and healing, the crafts that slay and save,

The temple of God and the Doom-ring, the cradle and the grave. Then spake the Victory-Wafter: “O King of the Earthly Age, As a God thou beholdest the treasure and the joy of thine heritage, And where on the wings of his hope is the spirit of Sigurd borne? Yet I bid thee hover awhile as a lark alow on the corn, Yet I bid thee look on the land ‘twixt the wood and the silver sea In the bight of the swirling river, and the house that cherished me! There dwelleth mine earthly sister and the king that she hath wed; There morn by morn aforetime I woke on the golden bed; There eve by eve I tarried mid the speech and the lays of kings; There noon by noon I wandered and plucked the blossoming things; The little land of Lymdale by the swirling river’s side, Where Brynhild once was I called in the days ere my father died; The little land of Lymdale ‘twixt the woodland and the sea, Where on the mine eyes shall brighten and thine eyes shall beam on me.” “I shall seek thee there,” said Sigurd, “when the day-spring is begun, Ere we wend the world together in the season of the sun.” “I shall bide thee there,” said Brynhild, “till the fulness of the days, And the time for the glory appointed, and the springing-tide of praise.” From his hand then draweth Sigurd Andvari’s ancient Gold; There is naught but the sky above them as the ring together they hold, The shapen ancient token, that hath no change nor end, No change, and no beginning, no flaw for God to mend: Then Sigurd cries: “O Brynhild, now hearken while I swear, That the sun shall die in the heavens and the day no more be fair, If I seek not to love in Lymdale and the house that fostered thee, And the land where thou awakest ‘twixt the woodland and the sea!” And she cried: “O Sigurd, Sigurd, now hearken while I swear That the day shall die forever and the sun to blackness wear, Ere I forget thee, Sigurd, as I lie ‘twixt wood and sea In the little land of Lyndale and the house that fostered me!” Then he set the ring on her finger and once, if ne’er again,

They kissed and clung together, and their hearts were full and fain. So the day grew old about them and the joy of their desire, And eve and the sunset came, and faint grew the sunset fire, And the shadowless death of the day was sweet in the golden tide, But the stars shone forth on the world, and the twilight changed and died; And sure if the first of men-folk had been born to that starry night, And had heard no tale of the sunrise, he had never longed for the light: But Earth longed amidst her slumber, as ‘neath the night she lay, And fresh and all abundant abode the deeds of Day. ~ The Story of Sigurd the Volsung

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‘ Ace News Room With Kindness & Wisdom ‘

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Dear Friends, Followers & Readers this is our daily news bulletins that has now become a regular feature link below of the page …

This just in from the cutting room floor …

Todays selection of posts from our newsroom and from our cutting floor …

January 23, 2021

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Watch “6 Signs You Have BEAT The Narcissist” on YouTube

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Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow, we must fail in order to know, Sometimes our vision clears only after our eyes are washed away with tears

If what’s ahead scares you, what’s behind hurts you, just look above He never fails to help you

Any dude that waits till Valentine’s day to treat his woman like a Queen is failing 364 days a year

Just because you fail once doesn’t mean you are going to fail everything. Keep trying, hold on and always, always, always believe in yourself. Because if you don’t, who will ?

The most important thing is never be afraid to take a chance. Always remember the greatest failure is not having the will to try. Don’t quit before the miracle. Have a blessed & productive day.

Failure is an event, never a person.

Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

Haters will broadcast your failure, but whisper your success…

Someone out there wants exactly the kind of person you are, complete with all the flaws and failings you come with

It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.

The only real failure in life is not to be true to the best one knows.

A bend in the road is not the end of the road, unless you fail to make the turn.

Editors note:

If you are in a bad place right now and believe you’re the guilty partner stop and listen to this video immediately. When you’re broken you need to reach out for help. See your Doctor he will direct you to seek the appropriate next step to freedom.

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Ace says …..I’m here l never went away

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Well hello my friends, followers and readers today is your lucky day ….I’m back again to tell you on this day that here again to tell he never went away

For she is blessed above all Womankind

So in this blog l wil tell you more of what’s coming down from Heavem and what our life will be like he arrives to blessed you all himself ….but there’s more ….

I said at the beginning he never went away ….the good in those that care for others is eternal and never left this earth as when we smile a (Godly) smile we are pleasing to him on that day, so when we feel happy that time when smiling brings it out from within our where he resided since that when mankind decided to take his son, he is forgiveness we are told and should forgive others as well as he has taught so well but its ‘ How You Feel When You Say These Words ‘ that tells you he never left ……but theres more …..

Come into the light my children and receive from Heaven

These blogs l write l write for you and when l see you come and read and so many like my word well l believe it comes from Heaven so to tread this path upon this night pray for God IN Heaven to teach you how to care for each other each and everyday and you will find he will hear you speak as he did for me and when you next encounter a person in need of help a Samaritan you will be …don’t ask why or question it just know God Heard YOUR in Heaven …..but theres more next time ……

Blessings be upon you all who visit this blog today and let forgiveness be your watchword upon this and every day Amen ’s For those looking for the path of forgiveness …l send love and light to you all

Published: Jan.23: 2021:

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Every piece is equally valuable and equally important, because they all contribute to the bigger picture

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No matter how difficult it might seem in the moment, remember that all those traumatic experiences are just little pieces in the much larger puzzle that makes up your life. Every piece is equally valuable and equally important, because they all contribute to the bigger picture. Nothing is ruined, nothing is in vain – there […]

Every piece is equally valuable and equally important, because they all contribute to the bigger picture
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To play without passion is inexcusable!

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Fragments of her

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She’s fragments of mechanisms Created from universal creation, Bits and pieces like a clockwork beauty With wheels and cogs all moving, A precision piece of art never to be forgotten The more I look, the more I see how her form begins to soften, Into fluidity and gracefulness like I’ve never seen before. Image courtesy […]

Fragments of her

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Watch “Moon River – Breakfast at Tiffanys – Desayuno con Diamantes” on YouTube

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The only escape from the miseries of life are music and cats…

The earth has music for those who listen.

Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.

Poets and heroes are of the same race, the latter do what the former conceive.

Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.

Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.

To play without passion is inexcusable!

A great poet is the most precious jewel of a nation.

Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.

To play without passion is inexcusable!

A great poet is the most precious jewel of a nation.

Music is the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend.

Art! Who comprehends her? With whom can one consult concerning this great goddess?

Music is mediator between spiritual and sensual life.

Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy.

To play without passion is inexcusable!

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

An hour in the morning is worth two in the twilight

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Quote of the Day: For Those who are Struggling

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“This is for the ones who are struggling right now. This is for the ones who have been having a rough day, or week, or year. The ones who feel like this storm will never end. Keep on fighting for YOU. Not for your friends, not for your family, but for YOU. Keep fighting because […]

Quote of the Day: For Those who are Struggling
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Don’t ever make the mistake of thinking kindness is a weakness, sometimes it takes great strength to just smile and say kind words.

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