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Breathing Nature for Hope…

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To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me. But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and what he touches. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime. Seen in the streets of cities, how great they are! If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.

The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence. Nature never wears a mean appearance. Neither does the wisest man extort her secret, and lose his curiosity by finding out all her perfection. Nature never became a toy to a wise spirit. The flowers, the animals, the mountains, reflected the wisdom of his best hour, as much as they had delighted the simplicity of his childhood. When we speak of nature in this manner, we have a distinct but most poetical sense in the mind. We mean the integrity of impression made by manifold natural objects. It is this which distinguishes the stick of timber of the wood-cutter, from the tree of the poet. The charming landscape which I saw this morning, is indubitably made up of some twenty or thirty farms. Miller owns this field, Locke that, and Manning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all the parts, that is, the poet. This is the best part of these men’s farms, yet to this their warranty-deeds give no title. To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his daily food. In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says, — he is my creature, and maugre all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad with me. Not the sun or the summer alone, but every hour and season yields its tribute of delight; for every hour and change corresponds to and authorizes a different state of the mind, from breathless noon to grimmest midnight. Nature is a setting that fits equally well a comic or a mourning piece. In good health, the air is a cordial of incredible virtue. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear. In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, — no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, — my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, — all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God. The name of the nearest friend sounds then foreign and accidental: to be brothers, to be acquaintances, — master or servant, is then a trifle and a disturbance. I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty. In the wilderness, I find something more dear and connate than in streets or villages. In the tranquil landscape, and especially in the distant line of the horizon, man beholds somewhat as beautiful as his own nature.

The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister, is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me, and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm, is new to me and old. It takes me by surprise, and yet is not unknown. Its effect is like that of a higher thought or a better emotion coming over me, when I deemed I was thinking justly or doing right.

Yet it is certain that the power to produce this delight, does not reside in nature, but in man, or in a harmony of both. It is necessary to use these pleasures with great temperance. For, nature is not always tricked in holiday attire, but the same scene which yesterday breathed perfume and glittered as for the frolic of the nymphs, is overspread with melancholy today. Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity, the heat of his own fire hath sadness in it. Then, there is a kind of contempt of the landscape felt by him who has just lost by death a dear friend. The sky is less grand as it shuts down over less worth in the population.

Emerson Central.

Funny “Scout’s Letter Home”

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Dear Mom,

Our scout master told us all write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and worried. We are OK. Only 2 of our tents and 4 sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Jeff when it happened. Oh yes, please call Jeff’s mother and tell her he is OK. He can’t write because of the cast. I got to ride in one of the search & rescue jeeps. It was neat.

We never would have found him in the dark if it hadn’t been for the lightning. Scoutmaster Web got mad at Hector for going on a hike alone without telling anyone. Hector said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so he probably didn’t hear him. Did you know that if you put gas on a fire, the gas can will blow up? The wet wood still didn’t burn, but one of our tents did. Also some of our clothes. Larry is going to look weird until his hair grows back.

We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Webb gets the car fixed. It wasn’t his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked OK when we left. Scoutmaster Webb said that a car that old you have to expect something to break down; that’s probably why he can’t get insurance on it. We think it’s a neat car. He doesn’t care if we get it dirty, and if it’s hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the tailgate. It gets pretty hot with 10 people in a car.

He let us take turns riding in the trailer until the highway patrolman stopped and talked to us. Scoutmaster Webb is a neat guy. Don’t worry, he is a good driver. In fact, he is teaching brother Doug how to drive. But he only lets him drive on the mountain roads where there isn’t any traffic. All we ever see up there are logging trucks.

This morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out in the lake. Scoutmaster Webb wouldn’t let me because I can’t swim and Jeff was afraid he would sink because of his cast, so he let us take the canoe across the lake. It was great. You can still see some of the trees under the water from the flood. Scoutmaster Webb isn’t crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn’t even get mad about the life jackets. He has to spend a lot of time working on the car so we are trying not to cause him any trouble.

Guess what? We have all passed our first aid merit badges. When Rob dove in the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works. Also Bruce and I threw up. Scoutmaster Webb said it probably was just food poisoning from the leftover chicken, he said they got sick that way with the food they ate in prison. I’m so glad he got out and become our scoutmaster. He said he sure figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time.

I have to go now. We are going into town to mail our letters and buy bullets.

Don’t worry about anything. We are fine.

Love, Dave


Intention vs. Nature

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Intention: A course of action that one intends to follow. A purpose or goal; aim. Your intention; what you intend to do. An act of intending; a volition that you intend to carry out. A fixed and persistent intent or purpose.

Nature: The essential characteristics and qualities of a person or thing. The fundamental character or disposition of a person; temperament. The natural or real aspect of a person, place, or thing. The fundamental qualities of a person or thing; identity or essential character.

We cannot lose if We do not quit

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“We know from the overwhelming testimony of Scripture and history that we cannot lose if we do not quit.” ~Rick Joyner.

Here goes the difference between My Old Nature vs My New Nature:

My Old Nature vs. Experiencing God

1. Unbelief vs. Faith (XNU)
2. My ideas vs. God’s Word/Clarity
3. Information vs. Revelation
4. Feelings driven vs. Love driven
5. Religion vs. Relationship with God
6. The Principles vs. Listening to His voice
7. My Development vs. Guided By His Presence
8. Intention vs. Direction from God
9. Conceit vs. Put Other’s Needs First
10. Cemetery order vs. Birth order
11. Fantasy vs. Walking IN Perspective
12. My Perfection vs. His Gift of Righteousness in Me
13. Arrogant vs. Thankful of ALL of His Gifts in Me
14. The Natural vs. Bringing Heaven To Earth
15. Denial vs. God is Good All The Time
16. Make myself holy vs. Unmerited Grace of God in Me
17. Survival vs. Changing The World
18. My Performance vs. God’s Grace is About Him
19. Acknowledging God vs. Experiencing His Power
20. Waiting On Him vs. Me Creating a Situation.

What God says about me is all I have to know to step out and believe again that everything is possible. As when we were kids, there all was simple, to many of us who may have a difficult childhood that was but a moment. A child’s nature is but sweet, tender, mind of the impossible. To “Celebrate my life” given gifts from God is to be humble for living by His power. To experience of His Goodness. God is Good all the time.

Until Dreams & Habits are the same! To give God a CHANCE TODAY!!



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June 23, 2010 at 3:17 am

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Change Your Confession!

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It is told to us that in every moment of our day we’re either sowing or reaping. That means that the memory bank that is inside of our brain is paying attention to what is happening outside, and is doing so all the time, even when we are sleeping. Any thought you think, that, is attracted to you.

Remember the old saying: As a men thinketh in his heart so “is he” or “is it”, remember? That means that for so long we had lose view of the influence by what I am doing inside of my body. But we are not talking here just about our Natural mind, but also about our Spiritual mind-from my heart. The mind of my heart.

Influencing the atmosphere by the way we think goes further when we make a decree out of.

The thoughts process of my heart renewed, and the power of the decree. Focus on the true out of my mouth then is a very important deal. The title of this post paint that thought as it is “Change your confession”, your confession is the buy product of what your heart really thinks. Then, what kind of thoughts I have to think?

Making that switch from a place of perspective. How do I have a perspective? Believing in what God says about you.

Transformed. I am a lover of reading, therefore I read the Bible, pretty often. I have learned that the Old Testament has an old way of thinking. Yeah!!! Old Testament anointing, practices, and theologies needs to be transformed into New Testament truth. Why? Well, when we mirror what is happening there, then there invades here. I like better the New Covenant because is one that we can pursue and get a greater Glory. If we pursue the inferior we are going to obtain a shadow of what God wants. Old Testament had glory because was released from God, but the new covenant has more glory. Old Testament is a tutor. New Testament is about Transformation. God is 100% focus on transformation, because transformed people transform Cities.

God has but one category of thinking. We must also act from that “ONE” way of thinking. WE ARE GREAT. Unbelief is not Humility, Unbelief is humiliation. GOD IS MAGNIFYING IN OUR GREATNESS. Knowing how much He has deposit inside of us is the greater revelation He can gave us. Enough for us to Shine with that revelation in our heart. And Fruitful Growth in The Faith just happens as we believe His word, ponder upon it, believe it, and yield to it until the point that that confession on WHO WE ARE becomes celular truth…to act then from it, to excell from it. Because IT IS FINISHED!!!.



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Things My Mother Taught Me

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My Mother taught me LOGIC…
“If you fall off that swing and break your neck, you can’t go to the store with me.”

My Mother taught me MEDICINE…
“If you don’t stop crossing your eyes, they’re going to freeze that way.”

My Mother taught me TO THINK AHEAD…
“If you don’t pass your spelling test, you’ll never get a good job!”

My Mother taught me ESP…
“Put your sweater on; don’t you think that I know when you’re cold?”

My Mother taught me TO MEET A CHALLENGE…
“What were you thinking? Answer me when I talk to you… Don’t talk back to me!”

My Mother taught me HUMOR…
“When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don’t come running to me.”

My Mother taught me how to BECOME AN ADULT…
“If you don’t eat your vegetables, you’ll never grow up.

My mother taught me ABOUT SEX…
“How do you think you got here?”

My mother taught me about GENETICS…
“You are just like your father!”

My mother taught me about my ROOTS…
“Do you think you were born in a barn?”

My mother taught me about the WISDOM of AGE…
“When you get to be my age, you will understand.”

My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION…
“Just wait until your father gets home.”

My mother taught me about RECEIVING…
You are going to get it when we get home.

and my all time favorite thing – JUSTICE
“one day you will have kids, and I hope they turn out just like YOU..then you’ll see what it’s like.”


Cemetery order vs. Giving birth order

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Cemetery order: The neatness, the quiet, the silence, the tranquility of such a place. You can not expect much stress here. When situations arise with the ability to perform itself in an extravagant way some people prefer to stay in the quiet and not to engage the mess that some times changes in life must bring forth to establish that milestone.

Giving birth order: Hearing those babies crying as they are welcome to this planet, order is found here in the chaos itself. Some nervous people around, expectation arises. Sweating, Yielding, and Running around, Nervous and Exited at the same time…all that is ok. Is the order of life, is the taste of winning the battle, bringing one more miracle to earth. Not talking about rebellion, talking about heaven touching earth sometimes is messy. Must be. When heaven is brought here to earth, that is noisy stuff. And life is so good!!!! God is good.

Got a miracle yet?

Intimate vs. Personal

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Intimate: Relating to or indicative of one’s deepest nature. Essential; innermost. Marked by informality and privacy. Deeply personal, private, or secret. Belonging to a thing by its very nature. Marked by close acquaintance, association, or familiarity.

Personal: Of or relating to a particular person; private. Of or relating to the body or physical being. Belonging to or intended for a particular person and no-one else. Particular to a given individual.

Accountability is important, and a wise choice to make. Choose wisely and speak just what is need it.

Fantasy vs. Perspective 

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Fantasy: The creative imagination; unrestrained fancy. A capricious or fantastic idea; a conceit. An imagined event or sequence of mental images, such as a daydream, usually fulfilling a wish or psychological need. A coin issued especially by a questionable authority and not intended for use as currency. Obsolete, a hallucination.

Perspective: A view or vista. The appearance of objects in depth as perceived by normal binocular vision. The proper or accurate point of view or the ability to see it, objectivity. With, or without, a correct or sensible understanding of something’s true importance.

Vulnerable vs. Secure

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Vulnerable: Susceptible to physical or emotional injury. Susceptible to attack. Liable to succumb, as to persuasion or temptation.

Secure: Not likely to fail or give way; stable. Assured; certain. In safe custody. Not likely to fail, become loose, etc. Free from fear or doubt; easy in mind.

We all are vulnerable, we all must also be secure. Got juice yet?

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