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I was standing in the middle of this beautiful dimly lit with thousands of candles cathedral unadorned with all kinds of religious looking statues and countless portraits of distinguished looking men and women dressed in black & white clothing when I heard something quite loud outside. Momentarily paralyzed from some unexplainable heart pounding fear found it impossible to move in either direction as the cathedral ceiling without any warning whatsoever suddenly caved in on top of me with a loud ear shattering crash. Badly injured and bleeding profusely from my right leg and left forearm with some severe back pain added to this list of injuries, I started to crawl like an infant through the debris. Somehow managed to stand once again only to be greeted by this thick choking black smoke that now replaced the fresh sweet smelling atmosphere this place once adorned. Time in a general sense became nonexistent at this point for this place of worship had become so very dark and like a small child I was indeed frightened by the darkness. before a singular thought could resurface some bright sunshine filtered in from high above me. This intense darkness quickly fled replaced by the brightest light I had ever seen before ever.

I fell to the floor several times leaving a small trail of blood behind me. Thinking only of my survival and little else, somehow managed to stand once again using some wooden debris as a makeshift crutch. I felt so sad realizing in my heart that something horrific had happened here,and I was powerless to do anything about it. I looked up into the sky to seek the lords guidance when something appeared high in the sky to the west of my current position. It was the figure of a woman hovering high in the sky directly above this now completely devastated city. She was dressed in pure white satin without the slightest wrinkle in her marvelous garment. I observed countless buildings and houses that were now flatting. Yes, nothing but thousands upon thousands of smoldering piles of rubble and corpses by the hundreds too . I looked up from my weak advantage point as she continued hovering in that one spot then she spoke these words, "fear not! It's only I" before I can answer this kind speaking Lady something grotesque looking appeared high above her. This frightening thing had several rows of large razor-sharp teeth two small horns and the most evil expression as it laughed hysterically at all the catastrophic devastation down below. suddenly I felt faint and quickly turned away from this most grotesque site stumbling blindly through the hot burning debris. Without a single thought or purpose I heard a soft pleasing voice telling me to look back up once again. so I turned and looked back into the sky only this time this evil looking figure had a hole body. one appendage was vertically poised pointing upward into the heavens. however, the other appendage was attached to the back of this beautiful figure of a woman dressed in that pure white satin. Without question she now looked more like a kind of hand puppet as his creature mimicked every word she now spoke. I couldn't understand the language no it was unlike any form of earthly dialect. this thing carried on a conversation by pointing this hand puppet up into the sky than back down to earth laughing hysterically the whole time. then it yelled out some great profanity that the hand puppet quickly repeated word for word. nothing new, the kind I had fortunately heard so many times before spoken by a few of my former lost friends and a few alcohol drinking family members on occasion too. however, this particular cursing acted more like a mighty hot wind as it reached my ears with some extreme force that knocked me right off my feet. I began to pick myself up from the ground as the horrific vision quickly dissolved. Now I was indeed outside for I had been walking through my small town while experiencing this vision. suddenly I felt this over powering sensation of an pure evil presence around me. So I turned around to see a Harry Potter poster in the theater window, that I just happened to be standing next too at the time. This was the most intense feeling of pure evil I've ever experienced in my entire life, found myself sick to the stomach and quite nauseated too. without hesitation quickly walked away from that movie poster, and felt so much better then.

I have my own theory about the vision. However, I'm more interested in what my many brothers and sisters of the faith have to say about it. the unsaved world has great difficulty explaining the unexplainable, especially when it's of an spiritual nature. since we are indeed in the last days (for only an over educated fool would argue with that logic) in the name of our soon too return King and Lord I ask you "what could this vision possibly mean?"

The answer to your question is in your own writing. The church (as in religion) is failing you in some way. You are not getting the support, direction and help you need from it. It is a crushing weight upon you rather than being a comfort to you.

The woman in white is a false god - clearly understood by you since you have the demon controlling her like a puppet and you also have her speaking words of deception. The Bible quote she speaks is slightly off in proclaiming, "it is I" rather than "I AM" (as God himself would have said). A similar misquote is seen in Genesis when Satan (the snake) ask Eve about whether God really said she couldn't eat from the trees in the garden - rather than THE tree of life.

Satan comes to deceive. He comes to bring you false hope. He comes to destroy. I think your dream isn't about the end times as much as it is about you are involved in some type of false worship or idolatry and you need to stop it before it destroys you. Search your life for things that are displeasing to God and eradicate them now. A little time in prayer would probably have revealed what this meant without posting it on Yahoo. But it'll be great in your book.

2009-12-02 06:11:52 by blacksheep_hellishot

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MYTH
By: Naomi Beagan.

Chapter 1; Jordan

"Taxi!" Shouted the disgruntled 19 year old, On a busy New York City street. Hundreds of cars zoomed by the young man, before a yellow cab stopped in front of him. Gratefully he jumped in and told the driver, "7th Ave and W 46th ST, please." The young man took a piece of paper out of his briefcase. Jordan, the young man, fixed his hair. He impatiently asked "Do you mind going a bit faster? I am going to be late!". The driver grumbled to himself and sped up the car. The driver raced faster and faster. A light turned red, but still the car didn't stop. Screaming in sheer terror, Jordan could not wrench his eyes from what would surely be his end.

Chapter 2: Nicole and Hunter
On a beautiful autumn morning in Boston, Nicole dashed about the kitchen dining room after her family. She took her infant sister and set her on the table trying to keep an eye on the rest of the kids. Among her siblings was her twin brother, Hunter. Scanning the house for her brother she saw he was playing cards with some more of her brothers. Nicole walked over to her brother. "Hey Hunter." Nicole said "Sissy I am bored. Can we go somewhere?" Hunter asked. "You just want to drive my car." Nicole sighed, rolling her eyes. "No." he replied. "Fine we'll walk then." Nicole smirked. "Fine." Hunter agreed. They went outside and began walking downtown, taking the back way through the forest. You could hear the jingling of change in their pants, then two loud screams, and they were gone....

Chapter 3; Andrea.
"Charge it." Andrea said to the cashier and he put her new shoes in the checkout bag. She handed him her credit card and he scanned it. Andrea smiled and took her belongings, then headed to the next store. She tossed her hair back and opened the door to a clothing store and her smile got wider as she noticed the new shipments of the latest fall fashions. Andrea grabbed the cutest outfit to try on and headed towards the dressing rooms. But suddenly, She dropped her things, tried to scream, but it was too late. The beast already had her.


Chapter 4; Kore
Kore rolled out of bed, not wanting to get up. The sun was shining through the window. "WAKE UP!" Her mother shouted. "Don't want to!" Kore half mumbled, half shouted. You could tell Kore was still in deep sleep. "You have to!" Her mom replied. "Why?" She complained. "Just get up." Her mom said annoyed. "Fine." Kore told her. She got dressed and headed downstairs while trying to put her dark brown hair in a ponytail. "Morning." Her mom greeted Kore. She grunted. Kore's father kept drinking coffee and reading his newspaper. Her Mom started to make breakfast. "Darling, you mind getting my flowers from the basement?" Her mother asked her. "Sure." She said kindly. She stumbled down to the basement. She looked around the misty dark basement. A little frighten she grabbed the flowers and started to run, but something grabbed her, she let out a scream, then she was gone.

Chapter 6: White Table.
Jordan mad yelled, “Where am I!?” Jordan noticed four other people all around him sitting at a white table. Suddenly people appeared on right sides of each person. The leader, a man was at the head of the table. Kore who was confused and a bit frightened, bravely asked “ Where are we and who are you guys?” The man at the head of the table replied, “You in a hidden part inside Mount Olympus, and to answer you first question, I am Zeus.” Hunter was in disbelief. Then out of now where, was an “Ug. What am I wearing?” Andrea asked. The woman on the right side of her had a hurt face. “You don’t like it? I made the dresses myself.” “No, no, the dress is fine but these shoes do not match.” Andrea replied. Hunter laughed. Nicole looked up at the people who had appeared out of nowhere. “So who exactly are all you guys?” She asked. “We are gods, gosh, haven’t any of you ever read Greek mythology?” One of them said. “Um… no!” Andrea shot back. “Well I am Aphrodite.” Aphrodite said. “I’m Andrea.” Andrea said, having no intentions to tell the strange woman her name. “And I am Artemis” The woman on the right of Nicole said.Artimis, the girl on the right of her was more of a child though, and Nicole could feel it. “I am Nicole.” Nicole suddenly blurted out. She felt like she was being tricked, into saying her name. “I am out of here.” Kore said frightened. She was shock how she even got here in the first place and when she tried to get out of her chair she couldn’t and was stuck, thanks to some force. “Hello. I am Persephone.” The woman on the right side of her said, “What’s your name.” Automatically without thinking she said her name, Kore. “Now for you Hunter.” A man said, “I’m Apollo.” Hunter looked to the right of him. “How did you know my name?” He asked Apollo a bit confused. Then Hunter pointed to the man next to Jordan. “Do you know his name?” He pointed to Jordan to Jordan this time. The man gave an evil grin. “His name is Jordan, a
The man gave an evil grin. “His name is Jordan, and I am Hades…” Then in a blink of an eye they all appeared on mount Olympus.



Chapter 8: Mount Olympus
A wind that chilled you down to your bones swept through the children's summer clothes, making shivers' tingle down their spines. "It's cold!" Andrea complained, "Why didn't you tell me we were going to a freaking cold mountain I could have brought my $280 dollar pink wind breaker jacket!" "Oh quit your whining!" Zeus said as he snapped his fingers, making matching gray parkas appear in each of the child’ hands. "Oh thank you Zeus!" Nicole said, astonished at the quick appearance. "Now, here’s what you have to do." Zeus started with his directions, "Each of you will be left alone on this mountain, however I will give you the powers that your specific God has, so each of you will be unique. Your goal is to find the missing silver orb, that I "misplaced" on this mountain.". "Pfff!!We are not doing that!" yelled Andrea,
"You obviously didn’t misplace it, I mean I’m not stupid, I saw your fingers go up when you said misplaced! Why the heck are you using us anyway? Go mess with people your own size!" "As I have told you, we are bored you little brat." Zeus explained. "Look, Andrea! Just shut your mouth okay. I like quests." Hunter said. "Oh fine! But I still don’t understand Zeus, why are you making us do this when you already know where it is!?" Andrea complained once more. "Haha!" Zeus chuckled, "We are Gods! What are we supposed to do for fun instead of watching over the world every single day? Now off you go, good luck and beware, for there are giant snow wolverines!" Zeus chuckles to himself once more. He gave one more snap of his fingers and the children were left all alone on a huge mountain in the middle of now where, with powers they didn’t know existed...

Chapter 9

So yeah I need ideas for chapter nine, like how to get it rolling, learning thier powers ect.
sorry bout that. It should be
Chapter 5: White Table.
Chapter 6: Mount Olympus
Chapter 7: NEED IDEAS FOR.
Yeah They are not really chapter chapters, they are chapters for a short story.
So any ideas to get the story rolling?

Call it a short attention span, but once they got on Olympus, it was all a blur. Too much dialogue, not enough action. I'm sure that will change once you get into the beef of the story since they're going on a hunt.

2008-10-26 15:14:10 by Backwoods

I read this story in my local paper and was very surprised. I consider myself a strong woman, and I like to read about other independent women with clear goals but this just seems so surreal to me. I can't make up my mind as to weather or not I like this woman or if she will make a good mom. Part of me is really cheering for her, and the other part is wondering if society is going to far with feminism and that we may be making men obsolete. Can that really be a good thing? What do you think of this woman? Can she make a good mom? Is she to young to have made this choice?

“Sara Hartline has been an outgoing, independent woman her whole adult life. As a Business major in college she never thought her life would turn out the way it has. ‘In college when I spent more time day dreaming about what my life would be like after I got out then I did actually living my life in the present I never would have thought I would be a single mom, especially not by my own choice! I imagined that I would find a great guy who supported my ambition, get married in a small church with a big white dress, and have 2.5 kids, a golden retriever, white picket fence and all. Then I got out on my own and none of that happened, I just couldn’t see myself waiting around for it to.’ So at age the age of twenty six Sara decided that she didn’t need a husband or any man for that matter to make her what she wanted to be more than anything else, a mom. So she sent in an application to an out of state adoption agency that accepted singles and after some pre-adoption counseling went ahead with adopting an infant from Kazakhstan. Ten months later Sara was the new mother of a beautiful babbling twelve month old baby girl. ‘Adopting Jaden was the most complicated, exhausting, thrilling, amazing, horrible, wonderful thing I have ever done and my world would be a darker place without her.’
Two years later Jaden is a bright well adjusted three year old who like most little girls wants to do everything just like mommy. But she will soon have to share mommy, because in less than a month Sara is expected to deliver her a little brother. As crazy as it may sound for a single woman to want to raise two children on her own, Sara says she knows she can do it because of the confidence she has gained being a great mother to her daughter. ‘After Jaden got settled into life with a family I knew I wanted to give her a sibling and I also knew that I wasn’t getting any younger. It was well worth the money I had to spend to adopt Jaden but I just couldn’t afford it again, getting a sperm donor was a hundred times cheaper than adoption.’ Ms. Hartline truly is an independent woman; she is a wonderful example to all women that not only do you not need a man to be happy you also don’t need one to have a family.”

Written by Rebecca K. Pavey
(re-typed on here by me, Chantel)

Are you tolling here?

This is not feminism going to far! It's a woman deciding to do something. Men can adopt if he passes the qualifications, ok he may not be able to have a bio child on his own but he could get a surrogate mom and use his own sperm, sort of like the woman needing the man's sperm.

The thing is women as a group are NEVER all going to think the same way most women will choose men as men have qualities to give children. Also children of single parents have disadvantages but if it's her choice that's fine, also some children take aggression out on their single mother because self esteem issues can ensue from missing a father/mother.

This is just media rhetoric you're falling for, sounds like it came from the NYtimes. Men will never be obsolete just like women won't I just think men are more honest about or needing women that's all.

2009-10-15 15:41:33 by Chantel

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I learned about Cassie's birth through a phone call -- the same way I heard about her death, 17 years later. On a wintry Saturday morning in 1982, we got a call from the priest who had been helping us find a baby to adopt. A young woman who was unready to be a parent had given birth to a six-pound infant one hour earlier. "Be in Boise on Monday morning to pick up your daughter," the priest told us.

My husband, Curtis, and I were ecstatic. During the five-hour ride back from Boise to our home in Soda Springs, Idaho, we took turns driving so we could each hold our tiny, perfect daughter. Just outside of town, we pulled over and dressed Cassie in a brand-new frilly pink-and-white dress, then took her to meet her grandparents. Cassie brought us luck. To my amazement, I was finally able to get pregnant, and our daughter Lindsey was born only 18 months after Cassie's adoption. Then came two more girls: Michaela and Jordan. Cassie was a bright, beautiful, caring child. She won a science-fair prize in sixth grade and loved music, learning to play the violin, clarinet and piano. The Christmas she was in the second grade, she cried when she heard that some children didn't get presents, and she came up with the idea that she and her sisters would give one of their gifts to charity, or, as she called it, the "angel tree." It's a tradition we still follow every year. Sadly, my marriage to Curtis came to an end when Cassie was 13, but we were determined to put our daughters' welfare and happiness ahead of everything else. I took a job with Boise State University in Boise and moved to nearby Nampa, some 350 miles away from Soda Springs. Curtis and I worked it out so that the older two girls would live with me during the school year and with their dad in Soda Springs during the summer.

Cassie and Justin
When Cassie was 14, she asked to stay on in Soda Springs to start high school there. I wasn't happy about this, but I knew Curtis was a loving, responsible father, and I finally agreed. That decision will always haunt me. If I had insisted she return to Nampa, Cassie might be alive today. That summer, she had met Justin Neuendorf -- the real reason, I later found out, that she wanted to stay in Soda Springs.

Cassie and Justin's first big date was to the school's homecoming dance that fall. Though Justin was just shy of 17, three and a half years older than Cassie, warning bells didn't go off in my head. He had been an altar boy at our family church, St. Mary's. According to Curtis, Cassie and Justin at first seemed to socialize as part of a group. Everything seemed pretty normal. But several months into the school year, Cassie began to change. Her grades plummeted from A's and B's to D's and F's. She was no longer upbeat. And she was literally shrinking in size. Within six months, my five-foot seven-inch daughter went from 135 pounds to 100. I feared she was getting into drugs and pressured her to be tested. The results were negative. Worried it was cancer or some other dreadful disease, we had her go in for a complete physical -- no clues there either. Whenever Curtis or I asked what was wrong, we got the same answer: "Why can't you just leave me alone? Nothing's wrong."
Cassie and Justin had been going out for about a year when we noticed bruises on her face, arms, legs and hands. Cassie was very active and loved volleyball, basketball and skiing, so it was easy for her to explain the bruises. We never suspected abuse until the spring of 1998, when one of Cassie's friends told Curtis that Justin had beaten her badly. Not believing Cassie's denials, Curtis found a letter that spelled it all out. "I'm sorry for almost killing you," Justin had written her. "I was on crank for the last week, stoned off my mind, and drunk ... and you know as well as anyone you don't try to stop me from doing something when I am like that. I was choking you because you were being so loud and I had to shut you up so I could just talk to you about me and you going back out together but when you wouldn't be quiet it made me go insane."

I immediately tried to put an end to the relationship, but Cassie denied the abuse and refused to discuss the letter. It seemed so unreal: How could my strong, smart, compassionate girl allow a boy to hit her and then cover it up? Her father wouldn't let Cassie meet Justin anymore, but she started sneaking off with him after school or after her part-time waitressing job. I tried to get through to Cassie so many times. We were on the phone nearly every day, and at this point I was making the 700-mile round-trip to Soda Springs every weekend and at least once during the week. It was frustrating not to live in the same town while this family crisis got worse and worse. I just couldn't stop worrying about Cassie.

The Violence Gets Worse
During one emotional talk, I finally got Cassie to admit that Justin had struck her. As I hugged her, she cried and told me what I would hear at least 20 times more: "

She was only 17, the authorities could have intervened.

2009-09-28 19:54:02 by james

I lost my beautiful baby girl in Feburary of 2007. Since then I've given birth to a healthy baby girl who is now 3 months old. I am so blesses to have her, but I still grieve so much for my daughter. It seems no one else even mentions it anymore, I don't think anyone wants to bring it up. I visit her grave less often since I've given birth, but I feel guilty for not going to her grave as much. I have a hard time when it rains or snows thinking I should be down there. Recently I starting thinking about how she was buried. We had a nice ceremony but I don't believe she was dressed in anything. It may sound weird and I know that I was greiving so much that I didn't think of things such as dressing her. It shouldn't matter because I know she's gone but I can't help thinking I'm a bad mom because I did not make shure she was dressed. I've been reading some books about infant death but I still can't help to have such sorrow. Has anyone heard of this or expierenced?

My heart goes out to you. It is normal to grieve and it is very important for you to find a grief group that can help you talk these things out and work through them. I think the best thing about a grief group is that they are not going to push you to "get over" something you can never let go.

Many blessings and prayers to you and your family and congrats on the new joy in your life.

2008-05-24 18:54:56 by BabyFaith