Mitchell sits on its broken foam seat, feeling the pain diminish. Blood loss pulls him from his cares and worries. He can feel his hands slipping from the sides of the chair. His choice was made by another, but not the one holding the blade. It was the demon in the chair that made the choice. It spoke to him and told him what it needed; more blood. He closed his eyes and the voice faded until it was a whisper. The last thought on Mitchell’s mind wasn’t death, but the chair. Who would feed it once he was gone?
Nothing like this had ever been found before; the diggers unsure of their discovery. What is it? Excitement, confusion and terror glisten in their eyes. Months spent sifting through rubble, burrowing into the past with little to show for it; very few indications or evidence…
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She had Angels wings upon her back Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to tender cal…
About some ago I read this post on My Teenage Madness how we can spread the love. You can read it here. And you should definately read it.
She prompted everyone to do a little act of kindness and I can happily say I did mine. I messaged all my friends and near and dear ones about how I appreciate them being with me.
So I thought why not spread love by spreading smiles. And so these some actions which will surely help you spread some smiles.
1) Hold a door open for someone. Doing simply this you can see the warm smile on the other person’s face.
2) Pay for the person I line behind you. It doesn’t have to be a huge amount. You can pay for a newspaper if you’re standing in a newspaper vendor’s line.
3) Clean out all your old clothes and donate them to…
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You might be best friends during one year,
Pretty good friends the next year,
Don’t talk that often in even the next year,
And don’t want to talk at all the year after that.
You have made a big difference in my life,
I look up to you,
I respect you,
And truly cherish you!
So let these old friends know,
That you haven’t forgotten them.
And tell new friends that you never will.
Remember, everyone needs a friend,
Someday you might feel like you have NO FRIENDS at all.
Take comfort in knowing somebody out there,
Cares about you and always will.
So call an old friend that you’ve found,
In the friends merry go round.
Lord Subrahmanya,called as Murugan in Tamil Nadu is mentioned in the Vedas as Skanda.
Skanda worship was popular during the Vedic Times and Murugan in Tamil.
Murugan’s oldest Temple dating to 300 BC has been found in Tamil Nadu and Murugan worship is spread throughout the world including Malaysia.
Now there is evidence that Murugan was worshipped in Iraq, then called Mesopotamia.
There is tribe Yezdis, which scholars believe to have descended from the Tribe of Murugan.
The God is worshipped in the form of a Peacock, which is the vehicle of Lord Muruga.
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Proof is piling up on the spread of Sanatana Dharma spread throughout the world.
I am of the view that a group of people from the South of India left because of a Tsunami.
One,led by Satyavrat Manu , ancestor of Manu, left for Ayodhya to founded the Ikshvaku Dynasty.
The other led by Shiva and Ganesha left through the middle east before settling down in the Arctic, where the Rig Veda was composed.
Then a part of the group left and came back to settle down in the Sarasvati valley through the Khyber Pass.
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