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Jesus Message ~ Like Le Bree

Wonderful children of God, forget not the love you have openly chosen to live your life by. Know that to use intellect without love of your spirit. Places you at the mercy of the separated world around you. Many lessons can be learnt by making odd mistakes and forgiveness has been made possible so you can move on in the times ahead with a wisdom and not to repeat the same problems. To be Human is to be God-Man anything else that guides you separates you from the love and life set out for you to choose and enjoy. Now make decisions in your life that promote love and upliftment , then you will be ready for the times ahead. Love you. amen. Thank you Jesus and Holy Spirit for your guidance. <3

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Expectations ~ USA

“EXPECTATIONS 101!” a poem July 18, 2019 (Thursday)

Sadam Hussein wasn’t insane, or-at-least-not-as-much-as-me,

For he always looked forward to wonderful things, like-beheadings, [over]-by-the-sea!*

“I-expect-always: THE-WORST, [and]-therefore, what I-get,

Is something PRETTY GREAT!” Well-Hussein-it’s-a-good-bet:

THAT NOBODY KNOWS-REALLY WHAT-IS-THE-WORST;”

We-THINK “BAAAD”-is-The-Worst, so This-Bubble, let’s-burst!

Arguably, THE WORST OF-ALL is “TERRIFYING?-OBLIVION,”

But-not-like-in-The-Movies, Dears! That’s-just-so: “ple-bi-an,”

Or “juvenile!” “ludicrous!” or-just-plain-“Holly-wood!”

A SAD-FLICK-CAN-ONLY JUST-BE-SAD! I-wonder IF-we-could,

Even-grasp that-OBLIVION’S NOTHING-even-at-all;

It’s NOT EVEN a speck-of-sand on The Plainest Wall!

It’s-not-even a-speck reflecting itself,

Or-a barren landscape, with-a-wee, silly-elf,

All alone by-its-lonesome! Crying-lonely-and-sad,

For: AS LONG AS THERE’S ANY-THING! IT’S-NOT -“ABSOLUTE -BAD!”

It CAN’T-BE-“the-worst,” un-til-NOTHING-remains!!!!!!**

“Something’s-ALWAYS-“good,” even with pains!

For, PAINS are something, BUT-[GO-AHEAD!] Make-your-strate[d]gy,

To EXPECT-THE-WORST, but-the-only-tra[d]gedy –

Is NOTHING! Nothing! That is “Bot[d]-[d]TOM,”***

Or-“Top,” but-who’ll-know-it ? It-won’t-be-SA -DAM!

fin <3

  • – The Persian Gulf, next to Iraq – part of The Arabian Sea!

** – See you can not EVEN describe it because, of course, NOTHING ever remains, for there are no “remains” to NOTHING! See!? It’s a bunch of words, with no meaning!

*** – BUT! Nothing has neither top nor bottom! See how ridiculous this all is! and – how ridiculous I AM – or even that “someone” “appears to be” considering it. “ALL IS FOLLY!” Ecclesiastes 1:14! (which suggests that EVEN THE BIBLE is FOLLY, or vanity! It is ALL BOGUS!) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Uz7I9g9ymY

**** – or ANYONE (NOT EVEN “GOD!”) Without US, Whatever God IS – has nothing to experience anything with! ๐Ÿ™‚ – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N9iPQneaD20

So Precious ~ love story

“LOVE CAN!” a poem for Thor’s Day, July 18, 2019

LOVE CAN MAKE A CESSPOOL CLEAN!

It’s-“the-strangest-thing you’ve ever seen,

When: WHAT-(BEFORE) WAS-NOT-VERY-WELL,

Certainly-NOT “Heaven!” IT-WAS just plain-H – L L,

Is NOW – filled with color – and sweet smells, all right!

And-you-wanna-sleep-with-IT, [ ’cause] It-feels -“outta-sight!”

You wanna HOLD IT! and STROKE IT! This (previously) HORRIFIC THING!

LOVE!

It-can-make-Those-Wedding-Bells,

START-TO-RING!

fin <3

How beautiful ๐ŸŽ

Kluge-Ruhe Aboriginal Art Collection of the University of Virginia

The only museum outside Australia dedicated to Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander art, featuring a collection of more than 2000 objects. Changing exhibitions of artworks from contemporary artists and the permanent collection. Free and open to the public.
โ€” Read on kluge-ruhe.org/

Download 35,000 Works of Art from the National Gallery, Including Masterpieces by Van Gogh, Gauguin, Rembrandt & More | Open Culture

Download 35,000 Works of Art from the National Gallery, Including Masterpieces by Van Gogh, Gauguin, Rembrandt & More | Open Culture
โ€” Read on www.openculture.com/2014/04/download-35000-works-of-art-from-the-national-gallery.html

Birds from Ireland ~

Fish fish fish I just love fish so this puffin told me wexford ireland.

Puffin
  • BIRDS ~
    ~ Many-banded aracari,(Pteroglossus pluricinctus) . ~ The many-banded aracari, or many-banded araรงari is a species of bird in the Ramphastidae family. Birdsยฉ
  • BIRDS ~ Volcano Hummingbird (Selasphorus flammula) in Panama by Miguel “Siu” on flickr.
  • BIRDS
    ~ Blue grosbeak (Passerina caerulea) . ~ Photo by : Thy Bun ~ The blue grosbeak is a medium-sized seed-eating bird in the same family as the northern cardinal, "tropical" or New World buntings, and "cardinal-grosbeaks" or New World grosbeaks.
  • Quetzal ~ Bird
    ~ Quetzal (Female) are strikingly colored birds in the trogon family. . ~ photo by : Alfredo lrizarry https://youtu.be/zW7RJuloa8M
  • ~ Cuban Tody Bird
    ~ Cuban tody (Todus multicolor) ~ Photo by : Alfredo Irizarry ~ The Cuban tody is a bird species in the family Todidae that is restricted to Cuba and adjacent islands. Cuban Tody Bird https://youtu.be/L1QCiUf5AWY

Intimacy ~

So here I tell you, no relationship is easy, but if you’re willing to make it worth it you will.

Many relationships fail because they stop trying

What you start looking for is someone to come into your life understanding you.

No one said that finding your soulmate was a walk in the park . It’s hard work Darling.

The hardest thing in life is to find that one thing in life that’s lights your fire.

Never ever let anyone or anything steel that passion from you.

Soulmates fit together like a horse and carriage

Soulmates nurture each other to be the very best of each other.

Soul Mate~

A person who you have an immediate connection the moment you meet them – a connection so strong that you are drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before. As the connection develops over time, you experience a love so deep, strong and complex, that you begin to doubt you have never loved before.

Your Soulmate understand and connects with you on every level, that brings a sense of peace, calmness and happiness when your together.

Soul Mate
Letter to my Husband ยฉ
  • Jesus Message ~ Like Le Bree
    Wonderful children of God, forget not the love you have openly chosen to live your life by. Know that to use intellect without love of your spirit. Places you at the mercy of the separated world around you. Many lessons can be learnt by making odd mistakes and forgiveness has been made possible so you … Read More
  • Expectations ~ USA
    "EXPECTATIONS 101!" a poem July 18, 2019 (Thursday) Sadam Hussein wasn't insane, or-at-least-not-as-much-as-me, For he always looked forward to wonderful things, like-beheadings, [over]-by-the-sea!* "I-expect-always: THE-WORST, [and]-therefore, what I-get, Is something PRETTY GREAT!" Well-Hussein-it's-a-good-bet: THAT NOBODY KNOWS-REALLY WHAT-IS-THE-WORST;" We-THINK "BAAAD"-is-The-Worst, so This-Bubble, let's-burst! Arguably, THE WORST OF-ALL is "TERRIFYING?-OBLIVION," But-not-like-in-The-Movies, Dears! That's-just-so: "ple-bi-an," Or "juvenile!" "ludicrous!" … Read More
  • So Precious ~ love story
    "LOVE CAN!" a poem for Thor's Day, July 18, 2019 LOVE CAN MAKE A CESSPOOL CLEAN! It's-"the-strangest-thing you've ever seen, When: WHAT-(BEFORE) WAS-NOT-VERY-WELL, Certainly-NOT "Heaven!" IT-WAS just plain-H – L L, Is NOW – filled with color – and sweet smells, all right! And-you-wanna-sleep-with-IT, [ 'cause] It-feels -"outta-sight!" You wanna HOLD IT! and STROKE IT! … Read More
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    Facebook yesterday your computer crawlers made very bad mistakes blocking 12 posts I placed on Facebook. All posts were not against any Community Standard Policy Standards all posts were scenery flowers animals suitable for General Exhibition. I appreciate your standards in place and never share hate, racist or cruel posts. It is obvious that your … Read More
  • Kluge-Ruhe Aboriginal Art Collection of the University of Virginia
    The only museum outside Australia dedicated to Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander art, featuring a collection of more than 2000 objects. Changing exhibitions of artworks from contemporary artists and the permanent collection. Free and open to the public. โ€” Read on kluge-ruhe.org/

The First Dream ~

and as I lean against the door of sleep

The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight

I begin to think about the first person to dream,

draped in the skins of animals

talking to each other only in vowels,

for this was long before the invention of consonants.

He might have gone off by himself to sit

on a rock and look into the mist of a lake

as he tried to tell himself what had happened,

how he had gone somewhere without going,

how he had put his arms around the neck

of a beast that the others could touch

only after they had killed it with stones,

how he felt its breath on his bare neck.

Then again, the first dream could have come

to a woman, though she would behave,

I suppose, much the same way,

moving off by herself to be alone near water,

except that the curve of her young shoulders

and the tilt of her downcast head

would make her appear to be terribly alone,

and if you were there to notice this,

you might have gone down as the first person

to ever fall in love with the sadness of another.

Kissable You~

“BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL, HUGGABLE, KISSABLE YOU!” a poem 17 July 2019 (Wednesday, Karaoke Night Tonight – at The Railroad Blues!)

We-are in-bed, and-I’m-so-NOT-blue,

‘Cause-o’-Beautiful-Loveable-Kissable-You!

We-eat-and-hic-cup! Yes-s-we-do; (pause)

I’m-with Wonderful-Fashionable-Adorable-You!

We go for a walk; we go to The Zoo,

And-you-say: Your-Love – will-always-be-true!

We take a-nap; (pause) you hold my hand;

We gaze a-lot; we-understand,

BEING-IN-LOVE! is-The-Law-of-The-Land,

AND! The-Goal-of-All-Life, Through-The-E-ternal-Sand!

You-say:-“Are-You-hungry?” I-say: “Yes, for You,

‘Cause-you’re-Huggable-Kissable-&-Delectable-too!

So-you-blush, just-a-little; you-smile-and-say:

“Thank-you, Dear-Friend, for-a-wonderful-day!

And, as-The-Sun-sets, we’re-both-in-our-bed,

And on-my-shoulder – is-your-little-head!

(pause)

We-dream-of-Heavenly-castles-&-things-we-have-said,

I’m-with-The Loveable-Angelical-Gal-I-have-wed!

fin <3

Lifes litte complications ~

“I THINK NATURE IS OK! MAKING IT NOT OK MAY NOT BE THE BEST WAY!” a poem July 17, 2019 {Wednesday}

I’ve discovered! Everyone-has-one-of-these-or-those! THAT’S IT!

Either: A Pendulum, a-swinging! or – A deep dark Pit!

So: What to do with what you got, with whom you gonna share?

This-is a BIG question, for, with the right one, you’ll go bare!

So, you show me yours! and-I’ll stroke your hair,

And I’ll show you mine! (pause) Yes, you can stare,

Or in-vestigate! (pause) We’re SUCH A PAIR,

Of “typical” kids! Come-on, you! I DARE –

I-dare-you-to-get-“hooked”-with-me-for -a-while,

Or – for a million years! Mile! after-mile!

Come-on! I DARE YOU! to fall in love with me,

As much as I love you – or just let me be!

And-just-see, how-long-you-can-last! before-the-attraction’s-too-strong,

For-you-to-endure! It could be SHORT or LONG!

BUT! Does it have to be a contest? Does something have to win,

Waiting to see who gives up? or Who just gives in!?

So, there’s a pit! There’s a pendulum, and (I think) magnets attach,

To each of them, and, when the currents DON’T match,

There’s an irresistible draw – that leads me your way!

WE ALL SEEK TO-BE-HOME! Isn’t that OK!?

fin <3

Stroke yourself, life is just an experiment ~

“I HURT AND JUST WANT SOMETHING TO HELP!” a poem a.k.a.: “Just Smile And Stroke It!” 17 July 2019 (WEDNESDAY)

Life’s AN EXPERIMENT! to: Find Relief,

From: Boredom!-Pain!-Uncertainty! and-especially BELIEF!

I’m BORED! [so] Stimulate me!!!

I-hurt! A: Then-seek-a-medical-com-mun-i-ty!

I-still-hurt! [So, I-wanna-make-someone-else-hurt!!!!]

I-don’t-KNOW! A: Then-learn! and-YOU’LL-PROBABLY?-BLURT,

OUT-“THE-TRUTH,” which-is-just repeating what-you-heard!

My Beliefs!! They-keep-me-from-flying [away] like-a-bird!

I-wanna-ESCAPE! (Is that all right?)

I need a change! I-need to-“see The Light!”

THIS HURTS! THAT HURTS! What-hurts? and WHY?

EVERYONE! (inside) or OUT – is-just-having-a-cry

So-much-pain! MENTAL! and “in?-the-body!”

Well, we’re-JUST “SEPARATED!”

So, sit-on-The-Potty,

And – Let is all go, so it’s out-in-front-of-you,

Now, grasp-it!

Love-it!

Look-at-it! It’s TRUE:

It ain’t all-that-bad! (pause)

Just-don’t HIT-at-IT!

You-can-just-smile – and stroke-IT!

Right where you sit!

fin <3

Sometimes you don’t understand why people feel unable to cope
Maybe if you really care to listen to why or what a broken soul is behind those eyes
You may listen to what is behind those sad thoughts.
Is it really what they say or how they say it.
Never take a life for granted and say โ€get over itโ€ cause that little phrase just may push someone to the brink of despair.
Respect those personal feelings, don’t push them with questions that the will not disclose about themselves. Don’t invade personal space, tread softly. When someone trusts you never make light of their circumstances. Feeling stuck in a Box, drowning beyond all reasonable outcomes never overcomes their personal grief.
#BrokenSoul @
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Kindness ~ Let It Be

Please respect Humanity
Be kind, thoughful.
Never judge any person.
You never know just what they live with
Every moment of their lives..
Remember to own your own backyard
Respect your love ones, never take your family for grated
Never question others personal lives..
DON’T disrepect others disabilities ..
Never emblish rumors about others unless you want to be damged
If just one person practiced humanity every day wouldn’t this be a wonderful world.
“If you can not say anything constructive, positive, complementary,
“DON’T SAY ANTHING AT ALL”
@bestofnatureblog

Australian We Are a Proud Nation

We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation’s slime;

Better a shred of a deep-dyed rag from the storms of the olden time.

From grander clouds in our `peaceful skies’ than ever were there before

I tell you the Star of the South shall rise — in the lurid clouds of war.

It ever must be while blood is warm and the sons of men increase;

For ever the nations rose in storm, to rot in a deadly peace.

There comes a point that we will not yield, no matter if right or wrong,

And man will fight on the battle-field

while passion and pride are strong —

So long as he will not kiss the rod, and his stubborn spirit sours,

And the scorn of Nature and curse of God are heavy on peace like ours.

. . . . .

There are boys out there by the western creeks, who hurry away from school

To climb the sides of the breezy peaks or dive in the shaded pool,

Who’ll stick to their guns when the mountains quake

to the tread of a mighty war,

And fight for Right or a Grand Mistake as men never fought before;

When the peaks are scarred and the sea-walls crack

till the furthest hills vibrate,

And the world for a while goes rolling back in a storm of love and hate.

. . . . .

There are boys to-day in the city slum and the home of wealth and pride

Who’ll have one home when the storm is come, and fight for it side by side,

Who’ll hold the cliffs ‘gainst the armoured hells

that batter a coastal town,

Or grimly die in a hail of shells when the walls come crashing down.

And many a pink-white baby girl, the queen of her home to-day,

Shall see the wings of the tempest whirl the mist of our dawn away —

Shall live to shudder and stop her ears to the thud of the distant gun,

And know the sorrow that has no tears when a battle is lost and won, —

As a mother or wife in the years to come, will kneel, wild-eyed and white,

And pray to God in her darkened home for the `men in the fort to-night’.

. . . . .

But, oh! if the cavalry charge again as they did when the world was wide,

‘Twill be grand in the ranks of a thousand men

in that glorious race to ride

And strike for all that is true and strong,

for all that is grand and brave,

And all that ever shall be, so long as man has a soul to save.

He must lift the saddle, and close his `wings’, and shut his angels out,

And steel his heart for the end of things,

who’d ride with a stockman scout,

When the race they ride on the battle track, and the waning distance hums,

And the shelled sky shrieks or the rifles crack

like stockwhip amongst the gums —

And the `straight’ is reached and the field is `gapped’

and the hoof-torn sward grows red

With the blood of those who are handicapped with iron and steel and lead;

And the gaps are filled, though unseen by eyes,

with the spirit and with the shades

Of the world-wide rebel dead who’ll rise and rush with the Bush Brigades.

All creeds and trades will have soldiers there —

give every class its due —

And there’ll be many a clerk to spare for the pride of the jackeroo.

They’ll fight for honour and fight for love, and a few will fight for gold,

For the devil below and for God above, as our fathers fought of old;

And some half-blind with exultant tears, and some stiff-lipped, stern-eyed,

For the pride of a thousand after-years and the old eternal pride;

The soul of the world they will feel and see

in the chase and the grim retreat —

They’ll know the glory of victory — and the grandeur of defeat.

The South will wake to a mighty change ere a hundred years are done

With arsenals west of the mountain range and every spur its gun.

And many a rickety son of a gun, on the tides of the future tossed,

Will tell how battles were really won that History says were lost,

Will trace the field with his pipe, and shirk

the facts that are hard to explain,

As grey old mates of the diggings work the old ground over again —

How `this was our centre, and this a redoubt,

and that was a scrub in the rear,

And this was the point where the guards held out,

and the enemy’s lines were here.’

. . . . .

They’ll tell the tales of the nights before

and the tales of the ship and fort

Till the sons of Australia take to war as their fathers took to sport,

Their breath come deep and their eyes grow bright

at the tales of our chivalry,

And every boy will want to fight, no matter what cause it be —

When the children run to the doors and cry:

`Oh, mother, the troops are come!’

And every heart in the town leaps high at the first loud thud of the drum.

They’ll know, apart from its mystic charm, what music is at last,

When, proud as a boy with a broken arm, the regiment marches past.

And the veriest wreck in the drink-fiend’s clutch,

no matter how low or mean,

Will feel, when he hears the march, a touch

of the man that he might have been.

And fools, when the fiends of war are out and the city skies aflame,

Will have something better to talk about than an absent woman’s shame,

Will have something nobler to do by far than jest at a friend’s expense,

Or blacken a name in a public bar or over a backyard fence.

And this you learn from the libelled past,

though its methods were somewhat rude —

A nation’s born where the shells fall fast, or its lease of life renewed.

We in part atone for the ghoulish strife,

and the crimes of the peace we boast,

And the better part of a people’s life in the storm comes uppermost.

The self-same spirit that drives the man to the depths of drink and crime

Will do the deeds in the heroes’ van that live till the end of time.

The living death in the lonely bush, the greed of the selfish town,

And even the creed of the outlawed push is chivalry — upside down.

‘Twill be while ever our blood is hot, while ever the world goes wrong,

The nations rise in a war, to rot in a peace that lasts too long.

And southern nation and southern state, aroused from their dream of ease,

Must sign in the Book of Eternal Fate their stormy histories.

First Niagara Falls Barrel Survivor ~ America

FIRST NIAGARA FALLS BARREL SURVIVORโ€ฆ 1901

Annie Edson Taylor, a widowed teacher from New York, became the first person to go over Niagara Falls in a barrel and live to tell the tale. Annie was struggling financially when she seized on the idea as a means to secure fame and fortune.

On October 24 1901, her 63rd birthday, Annie climbed into a crudely cushioned oaken barrel (see drawing below) and was set adrift upstream from a row boat. Less than 20 minutes later she was recovered from the bottom of the falls, bleeding from the head but otherwise unscathed.

โ–ช๏ธSee Picture of her recovery below.

Annie lived another 20 years, dying in 1921, aged 82.

(The History Channel)

Message from Jesus~ Luke Le Bree

Most beautiful family of our dear God and Savior , know this that the evil influence of the fallen Devil and his lot of fallen Angels are very busy in many ways, I know that many of my brothers and sisters have noticed the ways and temptations in which they work to take you away from your path that leads you home to Gods fullness of life and love. Know your God is unlimited in how he can keep filling you with Love for it goes hand in Hand with life. A example of this is in the days when I was not fully aware of loving Jesus and what and how he could do things. But a time came when I was running a group of beautiful people who were like myself was seeking truth and how we could come to understand how without doubt the loving power of God could work. A passage was found in the Bible where the devil was testing Jesus and Jesus showed his power can do all things in this case was stop eating for 40 days and still we well at the end of it that he did among other things. So I was getting very close to Jesus I was prepared to do the same thing. So in prayer with some others I remained without eating only drinking and having Godโ€™s hand upon me I also went without food even a bit longer. I never for a moment left Jesus side but I had no ill effects by doing this and many people witnessed this. I found not only many come closer to Jesus having seen this but became full of joy for what they witnessed, including myself. So my real journey in life was put in place . Many years went by and I was feeling wonderful about my life purpose. So my dear Sisters and brothers I hope this helps you feel strong in what the devil may throw at you. This is just another wonderful blessing I experienced to the amazement of others, but I felt after a few days no worries and no effort on my part For Jesus was with me. Bless you all