AainaA

A Malaysian-American woman living in Boston, Anasalwa works at men’s in-patient treatment facility in substance abuse recovery. Although she is 51 years she does not let age fool her to think that she knows a lot of things. Sometimes she thinks she does not know anything at all.

Only the question, the answer, wouldn’t wait, I couldn’t make it wait, it was there in the form of friends, colleagues, children, even strangers, all reminding me : we communicate, we learn, we progress, we live, love, and die in a shared world that’s as inconsequential as it ought to be in the grand scheme of things, yet it’s all the world to us. ~ Ceris Dien

During this turmoil the state of the world will seem chaotic, and everything that has been indoctrinated from centuries past {devoid of any spiritual values} in a materialistic approach which is deemed proper and politically {secular} ‘correct’ will be defied, and the veils will be raised, eventually {the spirit of} humanity will ascend ~ AainaA-Ridtz A.R

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Before coming to Earth so to speak, whilst in the womb of Life, and Compassion, everything from the hidden to the apparent is unveiled to you. As a un-foetus, you know when the correct “time” is to depart into your new surroundings - new challenges, and when to embrace this evolution - resurrection. Your scientists have discovered that it is not the mother that induces the birth, but rather the child in the womb. Only when the instructions are being absorbed {an infusion within the corporeal - spirit & body coalesce} so to speak, do we depart into the new world.

Love is beyond a veil we hide ourselves accepting one, rejecting another. Life is beautiful – indeed the time is now to embrace both what we adore, and disapprove. For what are we but expressions of a conversation, between then and the sequel in a rich tapestry of Love.

Here’s to the nights that turned into days with friends that turned into family

Under my eyelids, I see a myriad of images replayed of how the proclaimed faithful human, with their words and actions, kill themselves indirectly. I see an image of a soldier, proclaiming himself human, a knife in his hand bending over a blind-folded civilian and heartlessly, slicing the neck of the prisoner-of-war letting a gush of blood, like fountain to seep into the earth in a ritual of bestiality.