WE ARE THE GANGSTALKERS

WE ARE THE GANGSTALKERS

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Embraced by Our Divine Mercy: During prayer, I heard these words: " My daughter, let your heart be filled with joy. I, the Lord, am with you. Fear nothing. You are in My heart." At that moment, I knew the great majesty of God and I understood that nothing could be compared with one single perception of God. ....The Lord has poured such a depth of peace into my soul that nothing will disturb it anymore. Despite everything that goes on around me, I am not deprived of my peace for a moment. Even if the whole world were crumbling, it would not disturb the depth of the silence which is within me and in which God rests. All events, all the various things which happen are under His foot. - St. Faustina
Embraced by Our Divine Mercy: During prayer, I heard these words: " My daughter, let your heart be filled with joy. I, the Lord, am with you. Fear nothing. You are in My heart." At that moment, I knew the great majesty of God and I understood that nothing could be compared with one single perception of God. ....The Lord has poured such a depth of peace into my soul that nothing will disturb it anymore. Despite everything that goes on around me, I am not deprived of my peace for a moment. Even if the whole world were crumbling, it would not disturb the depth of the silence which is within me and in which God rests. All events, all the various things which happen are under His foot. - St. Faustina
Embraced by Our Divine Mercy: During prayer, I heard these words: " My daughter, let your heart be filled with joy. I, the Lord, am with you. Fear nothing. You are in My heart." At that moment, I knew the great majesty of God and I understood that nothing could be compared with one single perception of God. ....The Lord has poured such a depth of peace into my soul that nothing will disturb it anymore. Despite everything that goes on around me, I am not deprived of my peace for a moment. Even if the whole world were crumbling, it would not disturb the depth of the silence which is within me and in which God rests. All events, all the various things which happen are under His foot. - St. Faustina
November 1. Another doubtful day dawns with the suggestions of a storm later on. I am to stay in anyhow, as Peter is coming to get me blogged and unstuck re spell check – with a bit of luck. After reading a few chapters of Teilhard’s book I can say, along with the missionary hiding in the jungle from a cannibal, there goes a man after my own heart. Pierre Teilhard was a Jesuit priest, philosopher, scientist, and palaeontologist, regarded as a genius by many scientists of various disciplines. It is always delightful to find a man of such standing echoing ones own thoughts or realizations, as I have enjoyed a few times while reading this book – and Hawking’s as well. This morning these words leaped off the page: Indeed, our sensory experience turns out to be a floating condensation on a swarm of the indefinable. Three cheers. Unfortunately, he did not elaborate, but left it at that, for which I excuse him as the subject was not the one under discussion. That said, I will elaborate for...
November 1. Another doubtful day dawns with the suggestions of a storm later on. I am to stay in anyhow, as Peter is coming to get me blogged and unstuck re spell check – with a bit of luck. After reading a few chapters of Teilhard’s book I can say, along with the missionary hiding in the jungle from a cannibal, there goes a man after my own heart. Pierre Teilhard was a Jesuit priest, philosopher, scientist, and palaeontologist, regarded as a genius by many scientists of various disciplines. It is always delightful to find a man of such standing echoing ones own thoughts or realizations, as I have enjoyed a few times while reading this book – and Hawking’s as well. This morning these words leaped off the page: Indeed, our sensory experience turns out to be a floating condensation on a swarm of the indefinable. Three cheers. Unfortunately, he did not elaborate, but left it at that, for which I excuse him as the subject was not the one under discussion. That said, I will elaborate for...
November 1. Another doubtful day dawns with the suggestions of a storm later on. I am to stay in anyhow, as Peter is coming to get me blogged and unstuck re spell check – with a bit of luck. After reading a few chapters of Teilhard’s book I can say, along with the missionary hiding in the jungle from a cannibal, there goes a man after my own heart. Pierre Teilhard was a Jesuit priest, philosopher, scientist, and palaeontologist, regarded as a genius by many scientists of various disciplines. It is always delightful to find a man of such standing echoing ones own thoughts or realizations, as I have enjoyed a few times while reading this book – and Hawking’s as well. This morning these words leaped off the page: Indeed, our sensory experience turns out to be a floating condensation on a swarm of the indefinable. Three cheers. Unfortunately, he did not elaborate, but left it at that, for which I excuse him as the subject was not the one under discussion. That said, I will elaborate for...