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I Wish You Enough. Deat.1.

I Wish You Enough

A Story of Kindness From Around The World.

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At an airport I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together. They had announced her plane’s departure and standing near the door, he said to his daughter, “I love you, I wish you enough.”
She said, “Daddy, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Daddy.” They kissed good-bye and she left.He walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, “Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?” “Yes, I have,” I replied.Saying that brought back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had done for me. Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me. So I knew what this man was experiencing.”Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?” I asked.

“I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, her next trip back will be for my funeral, ” he said.

“When you were saying good-bye I heard you say, ‘I wish you enough.’ May I ask what that means?”

He began to smile. “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.” He paused for a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled even more.

“When we said ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with enough good things to sustain them,” he continued and then turning toward me he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.

“I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish enough “Hello’s” to get you through the final “Good-bye.”

He then began to sob and walked away.

[ Original story by Bob Perks, in Chicken Soup For the Grieving Soul ]

Lo (Enigmaress).

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Posted by on June 25, 2018 in Spirituality And Growth

 

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When Men Become Finally Free By Colin Ryan

When Men Become Finally Free

A Poem By Colin Ryan

Narrated by Des Brittian

There comes a times in the lives of men
When the ruthless and the criminally insane
Who rule the masses for their own gain
Make the fatal mistake of enjoying too much
Their psychopathic entertainment
They lose control in their lust for blood
And take too far their need to tread men down
By destroying any sense of a secure life
And taking away each and every freedom
Stealing the last piece of wealth they possess
So they cannot even care for their own
Stifling their voice with laws and corruption
Beating them down with rule by force
Where no justice exists for those being played
And there is no direction left for men to turn
When this insane game is taken this far
Comes the time when men have nothing left to lose
This is the time when the minds of men are freed
It is a time when man loses his fear of death
This is the time when a man becomes invincible
He becomes free to do whatever he must do
Without fear for his life or for his future
He will take control of the destiny of the world
Away from the bloodied hands of the soulless
Any action he takes he will take with a surety
That he must do something for he has no future
So the act he chooses will be all the greater
For when faced with oblivion and with no way out
He will take down as many of his oppressors with him
Gladly die in a selfless act to change the world’s future
This day is coming soon as it always does
The perverse minds of evil always self destruct
As their addiction to our suffering can never be sated
Exerting control for their paranoia and fear of men
For every good man will take down these brutes
Every free man will give up himself for his brothers
For a man with nothing left becomes fully empowered
And he is the most unassailable weapon against evil.

Love and Blessings,

Lo (Enigmaress)

 
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Posted by on November 23, 2015 in Spirituality And Growth

 

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Prayer Before Birth By Louis Macneice

Prayer Before Birth By Louis Macneice

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I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.

I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
in the back of my mind to guide me.

I am not yet born; forgive me
For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,
my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
my life when they murder by means of my
hands, my death when they live me.

I am not yet born; rehearse me
In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when
old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains
frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white
waves call me to folly and the desert calls
me to doom and the beggar refuses
my gift and my children curse me.

I am not yet born; O hear me,
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
come near me.

I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
one face, a thing, and against all those
who would dissipate my entirety, would
blow me like thistledown hither and
thither or hither and thither
like water held in the
hands would spill me.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me.

Prayer Before Birth Macniece
Inspirational Quote Of The Day:
“You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own.
And you know what you know.
And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…”
― Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You’ll Go!
Love and Blessings,
Lo (Enigmaress)
 
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Posted by on October 25, 2015 in Spirituality And Growth

 

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‘IF’ By Rudyard Kipling

Poem By Rudyard Kipling
Read by Dr. Wayne W. Dyer

‘IF’

If you can keep your head when all about you 
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; 
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, 
But make allowance for their doubting too; 
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, 
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, 
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, 
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master; 
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim; 
If you can meet with triumph and disaster 
And treat those two imposters just the same; 
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken 
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, 
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, 
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings 
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, 
And lose, and start again at your beginnings 
And never breath a word about your loss; 
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew 
To serve your turn long after they are gone, 
And so hold on when there is nothing in you 
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, 
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch; 
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; 
If all men count with you, but none too much; 
If you can fill the unforgiving minute 
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run – 
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, 
And – which is more –

you’ll be a Man my son! 
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Dr. Wayne Dyer is a spiritual teacher, respected author, speaker and pioneer in

the modern field of self-empowerment.

Books by Dr Wayne Dyer include: 
1. Excuses Begone!: How to Change Lifelong, Self-Defeating Thinking Habits
2. 10 Secrets for Success and Inner Peace
3. The Power of Intention
4. Change Your Thoughts – Change Your Life: Living the Wisdom of the Tao
5. The Shift: Taking Your Life from Ambition to Meaning
6. Being In Balance: 9 Principles for Creating Habits to Match Your Desires.
7. Manifest Your Destiny: The Nine Spiritual Principles for Getting Everything You Want.etc

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Be yourself and everything else will fall in place.

Be good to yourself and everyone around you

Blessings and wholeness,
Lo (Enigmaress)

 
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Posted by on June 9, 2011 in Spirituality And Growth

 

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“If Only Out Of Vanity” By Staceyann Chin Def Poetry

“If Only Out Of Vanity
By Staceyann Chin Def Poetry,
Season 2, Episode 7 (S02 E07)
Original Air Date: 2 August 2002

If only out of vanity
I have wondered what kind of woman I will be
when I am well past the summer of my raging youth

Will I still be raising revolutionary flags
and making impassioned speeches
that stir up anger in the hearts of psuedo-liberals
dressed in navy-blue conservative wear

In those years when I am grateful
I still have a good sturdy bladder
that does not leak undigested prune juice
onto diapers – no longer adorable

will I be more grateful for that
than for any forward movement in any current political cause
and will it have been worth it then

Will it have been worth the long hours
of not sleeping
that produced little more than reams
of badly written verses that catapulted me into literary spasms
but did not even whet the appetite
of the three O’ clock crowd
in the least respected of the New York poetry cafes

Will I wish then that I had taken that job working at the bank
or the one to watch that old lady drool
all over her soft boiled eggs
as she tells me how she was a raving beauty in the sixties
how she could have had any man she wanted
but she chose the one least likely to succeed
and that’s why when the son of a bitch died
she had to move into this place
because it was government subsidized

Will I tell my young attendant
how slender I was then
and paint for her pictures
of the young me more beautiful than I ever was
if only to make her forget the shriveled paper skin
the stained but even dental plates
and the faint smell of urine that tends to linger
in places built especially for revolutionaries
whose causes have been won
or forgotten

Will I still be lesbian then
or will the church or family finally convince me
to marry some man with a smaller dick
than the one my woman uses to afford me
violent and multiple orgasms

Will the staff smile at me
humor my eccentricities to my face
but laugh at me in their private resting rooms
saying she must have been something in her day

Most days I don’t know what I will be like then
but everyday – I know what I want to be now

I want to be that voice that makes Gulianni
so scared he hires two (butch) black bodyguards

I want to write the poem
that the New York Times cannot print
because it might start some kind of black or lesbian
or even a white revolution

I want to go to secret meetings and under the guise
of female friendship I want to bed the women
of those young and eager revolutionaries
with too much zeal for their cause
and too little passion for the women
who follow them from city to city
all the while waiting in separate rooms

I want to be forty years old
and weigh three hundred pounds
and ride a motorcycle in the wintertime
with four hell raising children
and a one hundred ten pound female lover
who writes poetry about my life
and my children and loves me
like no one has ever loved me before

I want to be the girl your parents will use
as a bad example of a lady
I want to be the dyke who likes to fuck men
I want to be the politician who never lies
I want to be the girl who never cries

I want to go down in history
in a chapter marked miscellaneous
because the writers could find
no other way to categorize me

In this world where classification is key
I want to erase the straight lines
So I can be me

~StaceyAnn Chin~

 
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Posted by on April 29, 2011 in Spirituality And Growth

 

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