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Matthew 20:28

‘The son of man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many.’ We all think of Jesus as our Saviour, our Leader; and yes, indeed, He is the best example of a leader we can ask for. In my mind a true leader is the one person who will gladly serve his fellow man, the one who will step up and take the rap in another’s place. Jesus did not just die for our sins, He gave us a lesson in greatness…….to be truly great, you must be willing to give up everything (yes, even your pride) to help others. Let us not dismiss then those people who serve, who always seem to give something of themselves, but let us rather strive to be like them, follow their example and become, in fact, more like the Lord.

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I SO agree with this one!!!

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Juanita, my gorgeous niece…..

…..isn’t she lovely??

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Reading again…..

Ok….so I’m reading ‘Heart shaped box’ by Joe Hill (Stephen King’s son)……obviously the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree with him, anyway…….I feel daddy’s voice all the time! Anyhow….this is just for myself mind you……he mentions Aleister Crowley (heard of him before – Peter James, Shaun Hutson) and Charles Dexter Ward………now there’s one that needs investigating! This is just SO dark…..I have to look into it! I know most people will think I’m totally nuts….but, God, this is INTERESTING!

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Final Destination 5

Yes, yes, yes, I finally saw itband was thoroughly impressed. Can someone please tell future actors to watch the other movies? They might learn a few..errr…. surviving skills! Oooooo….but I loved it!  

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Sweetheart….finally finished

O my goodness…what a wonderous tale! Its about reincarnation and ghosts haunting us from past lives. So interesting (for me anyway!). Its such a good story and somehow totally different from Peter James’ other works, yet so familiar. In a previous post I babbled on and on about my own conviction that I am reincarnated….this story prompted that babbling! I’ve always believed that something must remain…some part of us; be it only emotion, or even just odours…something stays behind when we die. This story provoked  a line of thought that I think my poor pastor would most definitely not approve of..bless him. But that is exactly who I am….. yes, I’m convinced that I lived before, I also believe that I have a gift…I can see visions of those about to leave us…I do believe we are not alone…there are spirits all around us…o, and I do also believe in aliens!!! ….this is what this book did to me! Now if that is not talent…I don’t know what is…. thank you very much Peter James…..you are quite amazing!

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Yo…..whassup!!!

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One week into the new school year….

….and I’m already totally wasted!!! It’s been a busy week. Tyla started Grade 1 AND got sick the first day so I had to take her to the doctor. Apparently she had a stomach bug and was kind enough to give it to all of us in the family. I’ve been up to my ears in nausea and cramp-pills since last Wednesday and was sick myself over the weekend. It was only yesterday that I started to feel a bit better. We have another huge thing ahead of us….Remond’s 21st is coming up and we are planning a barbeque for Saturday the 28th. Everyone who knows me, also knows how much I dislike having company…I’m a recluse at heart, you see and, though I don’t really mind having people over, I do not really enjoy it and often it takes me an entire week to recover from the strain and hard work. Anyway, this is something that I feel I should do, although I’m a bit upset with my son about the whole affair. He is inviting a whole bunch of people that we hardly know, people that he wishes to impress and I’m just not that type of person. If you don’t like me, you should just go…I’m done pretending to be somebody I’m not!!!
The two little ones have been quite busy in school and Tyla had her first audition for the Junior choir on Tuesday. We’ll know by Friday whether she is in or not, but I have a feeling she’s going to make it. She is, after all, quite a little performer! Tristan is into the homework thing and keeps up with what’s going on in class….so far, so good. We’ll have to see how it goes in the tests that start on February the 16th. I just really hope that this will be a very good year for him….he tries so hard, and yet he never seems to excel academically. None of the boys ever did….my husband believes its because intelligence skips a generation and both our sets of parents were definitely not the tastiest sandwich in the basket….ever. My Mom was the only one who had Grade 12, but none of them went to university or engaged in any academically challenging stuff after school. Dad and both my in-laws grew up very poor and had to work since an early age. There was no money for colleges and stuff and their families usually required that the children help to put bread on the table. My poor mother-in-law (bless her) was one of 22 children and when social services took some of the kids away, she and her younger sister had to take care of those left behind. We actually had some good laughs about this huge family….whenever they got together (usually on New Years Eve)…it looked more like a church bazaar than a family reunion. My husband doesn’t know most of his cousins and/or aunts and uncles. He likes it that way though, he thinks that most of them are common trailer trash (terribly snobbish of him, isn’t it!)
Anyhow, now I’m just typing up something to keep things going on this blog…just to check in and say I’m still here. Tonight is parents’ night at school, so I guess I’ll be going and tomorrow its floors and laundry, Friday is dusting and groceries AND, of course, stuff for the party on Saturday. Sometimes I think life is just an endless stream of activities…you get up, get going with whatever you have to do, then go to bed just to get up again tomorrow and do the same shit you did yesterday. Riaan thinks it’s our survival instinct….he says that we are not programmed to enjoy anything anymore, we are just functioning on automatic pilot all the time…surviving day by day until it all ends in death. I know this sounds depressing, but I do think he has a point.
Years ago there was this program on television called ‘Dinosaurs’ and in one episode the teenage boy dinosaur started to ask questions about life: Why are we here? What are we supposed to do? Who put us here? Where are we going? etc. etc. and the dinosaurs’ council (huge ha-ha!) said that it is because of the Great Potato….I constantly wonder about this….not about the Potato-thing, but about why and where and who, and so forth. What if it all ends and there is nothing? What if we’ve been fooling ourselves all these years by saying there is life after death? What if that life is just the same life we are living now? This line of thought actually occurred to me recently while I was reading Peter James’ book ‘Sweet heart’. The story is about a woman who moves from London to a rural village. They buy a lovely old mill-house and start to restore it, but in the meantime she is having lots of issues…she’s trying to fall pregnant, she is questioning her own life in so many ways and she wonders about this feeling of deja vu she has in this particular place they bought. She goes for a past-life regression under hypnosis and discovers that she did indeed live a past life (actually, it seems to me she has lived several). She finds evidence of these lives at the home she lives in…a piece of gum under a car dashboard, an old tin buried beneath a stone in the field….fears she has, feelings she start experiencing – feelings of being watched, of not being alone…strangely familiar smells and so forth. The hypnotist she went to said that our souls never die, they move on to another plain until they find a suitable body to return in. Reincarnation, in other words…the spirit goes on and on forever, because, he says, that it is stated in the Bible. The Bible says that Jesus was before Abraham ever existed; meaning Jesus’ spirit lived. It really set a thought pattern in motion for me on a very personal level. I do believe in reincarnation….I’ve experienced things in my life that I cannot explain ever since I was a child….I’ve had the ability to describe places where I could not possibly have been, or complete discussion that I could not have heard, ever….I remember faces from a past…faces I’ve never seen and recall names, sounds and smells from times that is not in my present life. I actually went so far (now this was a long time ago)….that I consulted someone about it…just over the internet and with the help of astronomical charts and things it was discovered that I was, in a past life, a Roman soldier in the time of Jesus. This was very strange, because immediately after I heard that I started to smell dust and hear shuffling footsteps, as if someone is walking on a footpath in sandals or something. I could smell sweat, dust, feel the heat and the touch of the clothes I was wearing….yeah, yeah, I know what you’re gonna say…she’s a total nutter!!! Think what you want….but I do believe that some souls never die and that they carry something of each life with them forever. In many ways I believe I’ve been alive since the 9th century…this is just a feeling, mind you….but I did go ‘home’ once in my life. We went to the UK in 1999 and the moment I inhaled the air it was like coming home….I knew the place (London); I’ve seen it in my dreams…but not London as it is now, London as it was 100’s of years ago. We drove through the countryside on our way to Dover and, as we crossed the plains…went past Rochester and so, it was as if I KNEW it. After our return I decided to do some digging in my family background…..my family, the Halliday’s are from Scotland…they moved there in the 8th century from Ireland and in the early 11th century they started doing battles with the Scots against the English. They fought with William Wallace against Edward and was one of the few families that didn’t betray him. They had to change their name after that and for a few centuries the clan disappeared. It resurfaced in London late in the 1500’s when they became bankers and found their seat in Devonshire. John Andrew Halliday’s grave is in Devon….his offspring eventually split their fortune, one stayed behind in England, the other one moved to Canada where he started to build ships. He was more than that, though, he made millions in the shipping industry and wanted more….he was a philanderer and a man that couldn’t resist the call of more money…..he came to South Africa during the 1800’s to seek a new fortune in gold. Unfortunately his wife and family had had enough and they disowned him, especially since he slept with every available female in the southern hemisphere (bugger!!!).
That is the story that unfolded…..part of it something that I discovered on my own doing research and some of it told by my father…..who still has the original family crest and bloodline back to 1596 in writing. So, you see, I don’t think it is SO farfetched to think that I did indeed lived in those old days…perhaps I was a soldier in Wallace’s army too, perhaps that explains my desire to go to Scotland to walk those green hills, to breath in the air of the Highlands and sit on the shores of the loch…perhaps it is really in my blood…..and perhaps, in another future life, I’ll be living there again…I hope so.
Jeez, I have gone totally off the whole story about my week!!! Well, at least I made this little insert interesting for those of you who are, well…..interested!

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