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Father, Mother, bless this child with your love. Indeed this world seems to be a cruel one, however we can rest assured that this girl is in a better place, on the Astral Plane, and we know she is finally in peace, away from this world so cold.
Let our love for this child flow our like a river, touching all those around her, and let our sorrow reach out, even to the astral plane, and let her know that we care...
Feel not sorrow, my friends... But love, for sorrow can only make things worse...
If possible, i would like to quote some lyrics that I find as a prayer:
Lateralus:
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going, going...
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| Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:19 pm |
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oh dear... i do believe i would have been horrified to even witness such a thing. to see the father holding his child's headless body... *shudders* how awful. may the family of this little girl find peace and hope amidst such horror...
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| Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:39 pm |
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Native American Prayer
Great Spirit Prayer
Great Spirit, Great Spirit, My Grandfather,
All over the earth the faces of living things are all alike. . .
Look upon these faces of children without number
And with children in their arms,
That they may face the winds and
Walk the good road to the day of quiet. . .
There is no death. . .
Only a change of worlds. . .
Only a change of worlds.
Author Unknown
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