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Why Is There No Peace and Happiness for Mortals on the Earth?

In a time and in a dimension long ago and now, Demiurge (the creator god) and the supreme Mother of Light that resides in the eighth heaven begat a child called Sabaoth (the god of the Jews) to rule the seventh heaven. Sabaoth then begat Abaddon (the devil, Satan). Sabaoth placed the devil on the Earth, which reside in one of the lower of the seven heavens of the Archons to rule. The soul of humans is the food that the Archons cannot live without. Demiurge was not pleased that Sabaoth should place Abaddon on the Earth without conferring with him and ordered Sabaoth to remove the devil from the Earth. Both Sabaoth and Abaddon made every effort to convince Demiurge that a demented and horrific seed were now beginning to sprout in the minds of their worshippers (the Jews and Arabs) that will keep the Earth at its lowest state of radiance and in a constant state of turmoil. Sabaoth also argued that the heavens are fixed in their place and that no heaven should be allowed to ascend to a...
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The Dance Of The Magic Finger Like Moon Beams Around Our Planet

They dance from space as the shine that is bright falls on upon the planet that is our world. We bask in the intensity of what we cannot put into focus with the vision that is our sight. The beams of what cannot be seen affect the perception of what can be seen as our walk though the world engulfed by beams is what's done daily. The beams do not saturate only one side of the planet as the moon circles. The beams bend around the planet as a snake wraps itself around its prey. Moon beams pass though objects with the density of wood but cannot penetrate dense material as in metals, stone and hard soil. The moon beams swirl around the world and persons that are blocked by the dense barriers of nature cannot be positively affected by the beams or they are not in the path to be touched. Some have a born in barrier of bone that is thick and dense. Moon beams are effective only when they can enter the brain matter. A human with a skull that is overly thick and dense will not be touched b...
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A Duck Princess

It was a hazy evening and the students of the ballet class were returning to their dorms. The fountain was pouring its heart. It was singing a sweet goodnight to the angels who would soon have their dinner and go to bed. The ballet academy had a vast playground and several trees flowers and rides to play with. The spring-well fountain was the centre of attraction and the favourite place of the students. They used to practice their dance-lessons until they reached perfection. Their shoes would wear out at the end of the month but they did not care. They wanted to be ideal. Such was their dedication and their ballet teacher Mr Meow was equally good. He had strange whiskers like a cat and a funny temperament. If he found a student dull-as-ditchwater in his/her performance he would go wild and run around the hall and scream and ask them to fetch loads of Jalapenos for him to eat. It was quite amusing to watch but the students loved him and knew he was worried about them. The class saw it...
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Song of the Nightingale

The song of the nightingale is perceived to be melancholic as it stirs a feeling of compassion and gratitude of the long-lost, pawing over the branches of the birch tree their music seems to present the cascading glitter of self-belief and escape from mortification due to the harsh realities faced by the oblivion traveller. The tragic tale comes from the account of the famous poet Ovid's metamorphosis as described in the second century BC of the ancient Greek culture. Philomela being nailed by Tereus: her sister's husband, retaliated with the help of her sister, leaving the king and everlasting grief by making him eat the boiled the corpse of his son. According to the myth, Tereus ran to kill the duo and after having prayed the Good God, the pair was metamorphosed to birds with Philomela changing to Nightingale and her sister Procne to a swallow. However, the statement forms a basis of discussion as argued by the critics of the possibility of it being vice-versa since Tereu...
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The Plight of Ogyam Versus The Finger of God

Ogyam was the sixth born in a family of ten. His demeanor and general appearance differed greatly from his other siblings. He was the only one who bore a different surname though he was a true progeny of the Kyei family. Right from age five, he felt the heat of the financial fever that existed in his family. His co-equals had play kits like toy cars and dummies but he had none. His attempt to play with some of the play kits often met the abusive talks of the parents of the kids in their house whose common theme was "Let your parents buy some for you!" in a harsh and loud tone. Weeping, Ogyam would coy away and mold his own play kits from clay, a true likeness of those he found the children play with. The only difference was that theirs had life while his was corpses. Always rejected and avoided by his mates due to his family's poverty, he grew up as a cold, dull and an introvert teenager. His father, Mr. Kyei, though warring with his deteriorated finances, was highly re...
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A Unique Love Story

I have been watching a television show called 'Pyaar Tune Kya Kiya'. It presents one unusual love story every episode and it has many seasons. I have watched most of the episodes. Among the several amazing love stories the one I liked the most was about a guy who was a writer named N and a girl who was a prostitute named K. It was the usual kind of romance where the boy and girl meet each other coincidently and fall in love. Also, the difference was not because the girl was a prostitute. The story was unassuming because of what the guy thought about the girl and the way he behaved with her. There is a subtle difference between showing that you care about the atrocities faced by the prostitutes and sharing the pain with one of them. Most of us in our society think that speaking out loud about our acceptance towards them or writing articles about how we can put an end to their suffering is most generous gesture we can afford to show them. I do not disagree that it is the first st...
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In One Of His Several Trips To Africa, A Chinese Busnessman Meets A Blind Boy Orphaned by AIDS

The doorbell rang. "This could be my Chinese friend, Xiao-he." I murmured as I walked toward the door. I guessed rightly. It was actually him-that droll of a man. He was oddly amusing. Xiao-he, (pronounced Shiao-he) and literally translated as "small river". His real name was Lee Chiang-I, but nicknamed Xiao-he by all his friends. He could make you laugh by whimsical, eccentric conduct. He was a short and plump person in his mid-fifties. He was bald-headed and had unusually large ears-for a Chinese. As he entered with his dog, I realized he wasn't that character I knew. I could tell from his doleful face that he had experienced a great loss or was in serious trouble. He had been drinking with friends all day at a bar not far from my home. Xiao-he's foibles included a tendency to spend more time with his dog at the expense of his family. Soon after his arrival, he excused me to visit the toilet. He stayed there so long that I thought he'd gone back ...
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