Historias de Spirtiual

Celia, knew she was different all her life since birth, all her life she's been having strange Deja Vu moments, and have a strong connection with the wind, and getting messages through her dreams. She knew something was missing from her empty soul but what was it? Since birth all she can remember is a strange blast of some sort but she doesn't know why. Did she have another life before this one? What is the thing she's missing? Who was she really?

You are more than what this world says you are. You.... OKAY, I WROTE A WHOLE SPEECH HERE AND IT GOT DELETED SO IM NOT RE-WRITING IT, SORRY!! Oh, also, it's about who you TRULY are.

The experience taught me that rituals are about giving-giving not just physical objects but also our ego, our desires, and our attachment to material comforts. Everything offered in the ceremony symbolizes our respect and surrender. As I watched the priests take each item, I realized that it was not a loss but a form of spiritual exchange-an offering of faith, respect, and gratitude to those who have come before us. And in return, we receive their blessings-a gift far more valuable than anything we could ever offer.

What happens when life becomes shallow What happens when life throws so many curve balls that we cant duck them any more Problems difficulties solutions and answers Read more to find out

A book of dedications of Wattpaders.

The robots' behavior has become somewhat unpredictable at night "however, and it was much cheaper" to hire you as a security guard than to find repairman ~ The game's publicity blurb

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This is Bennadock's Story

Its for all ages! Funny and honest! Hope you will enjoy it!! Thank you!!!

Hello! This is a short story that I have just started today about a man with many secrets, for I have had an inspired morning. If you happen to read it and have anything to advise me on regarding my writing mistakes, or style, please let me know. Thank you for everyone that takes the time to check this out. Have a wonderful day! PS: Cover picture is taken from the Internet, not mine!

An extraordinary novel is set in the world of humanity that has realized its deepest dream. conquest of immortality. It follows three main narratives through this strange new world; They story of Stephen, accused, falsely or otherwise, f a terrible crime; of Mr. Walter, a celebrated novelist who dreams only of reuniting his childhood playmates; and of Lester, whose sister Amy has fallen victim to a cocaine addiction for which Lester is himself partly responsible. All three stories are continually shadowed by the spirit world of angels and demons. All exemplify the troubling and perhaps disastrous consequences of a world from which humanity's deepest fear of death has been banished.

Hello! I am Iris. I am Christian. That's why I am bullied alot. I don't care. God gives me strenght. Will I try to fit in when the shooter comes to North Hills high school? I'm not afraid of what you can do to me, I would rather have God and my faith.

He always thought that he was collecting the best pearls leaving their owners, till he was guided to the ignored sad place, collecting the finest.

A book to reach and guide people to the right path. Remember this: When you READ the Bible or go to Church "God is speaking to you". When you PRAY "You are speaking to God" When you meditate "You're listening to Gods voice" (for a real change to take place in your life, You must apply God's Word to your life. Dont just read past but also meditate on what you've read and apply what you've read into your daily life).

A small story I wrote a couple of months ago, kinda describes a little bit about how dreams can remind us of painful stuff from the past.

Rough palms had he Permanent agony he experienced Determination and perseverance restored him his soft palms. The aim is to motivate minds under the sun.

This little boy lives in the woods by the old oak tree in the middle but when he strikes Nina will never see her sister again

These are my thoughts. I hope you enjoy my way of seeing things. It isn't my intention to confuse you yet confusion seems to run ramped throughout my entire being at times. I tolerate the things in life with a touch of myself sprinkled all over it. That way I don't feel so undone and lost when confusion comes a calling. One thing I am certain about is that there are 2 types of people in this world. You and me. Hopefully my words will illuminate our differences without bringing either one of us shame or fame. I am the X poet dubbed honorably by my late brother Scott Kenneth Bunker. He gave me the courage to share my gifts and talents with you. Thank you for your attention.