I have read and heard that some friends and acquaintances also organize online prayer and meditation groups for this difficult time. They are good if that can make them feel better. I have personally stopped praying in public since I left the Catholic Church. For me, prayer is an intimate relationship with a harmony that has no face, voice, location or figuration whatsoever; it is an opening to the transcendent that can only be expressed with interior silence. The prayers that the religious have taught us and are read in every mysticism, serve to create that atmosphere that makes us feel the sense of the transcendent beyond any philosophy taught. I believe that even today they can serve to understand that beyond the didactic dictates, there is the voice of the heart and the strength of the feeling that is stimulated by the poetry of the words, if we know how to listen to them and if we find them in ourselves. Thus praying becomes simple and doing it in a group is possible only if the harmony between people manages to create that mystical inspiration that prayers suggest. What their purpose is is indicated by the feeling that can express them, certainly not by the mind that wishes.
My aunt was a very religious young person. She prayed for everyone. She was a really good person.
An always kind, hardworking, indefatigable woman. She always prayed and even did fasting to help the souls in Purgatory.
She respected all holidays, was always close to God and never asked for any grace for herself but for others.
She always thought of others. Her name was Giovanna and she was a truly pure and good soul, consecrated and united only to God.
She had no family, she chose only God.
Please if you can say a prayer for her I thank you very much. My heart is crying.
I hope that she is in the divine Light now and that she is happy.
I believe that divine energy has mysterious ways to reach us. I believe that there are events that have a very important meaning, which happen to make us reflect and understand that there is something that goes beyond our human nature. All my life I thought I had to be like a rock, hard, impossible to move, constantly struggling with life. Only recently I realized that instead I have to be like water, flow in life and let it flow in me, adapt to the path and enjoy every curve of the journey that will take me to my ocean.I think I have had some signals from my spirit guides. It happened about twice: The first time happened last week while I was drawing: I heard a loud whistle, similar to that of a bell in the whole room that came from a specific point, and when I moved away from the room the sound decreased in intensity, and then increased in intensity. time returned. I asked my mom if she heard that sound too, but she said no. The second time happened last night, just before going to sleep: I was looking at the phone, and I heard that whistle again, but this time it was weaker. I ignored both of them not knowing what to do, because I don’t know how to interact, how to get in touch with the spiritual guides, but the point is that now I’m afraid they won’t contact me anymore, since I silently screwed them up. What a shit figure in front of myself, I think if the spiritual guides stepped on me I would apologize.Pride is a detestable vice. It makes you blind: you no longer see your own faults. It makes you presumptuous, unjust, bad. Ridiculous vice. Superb because we have money: but wealth is a good outside of us. A dwarf always remains a dwarf even if he is on top of a mountain. Superb because they are young, beautiful, full of strength: but youth is lost day by day: ruit hora… soon we find ourselves old, without boldness, without strength. We observe certain athletes, superb for health: a very fragile good. Just a small vein that breaks, a fall, an insect bite, an infection … we have one foot in the grave, we are more fragile than glass. For a glass to break it needs a stone, a bump … we break for much less. Intelligence: so fragile … a thyroid dysfunction, a sudden emotion, a premature senility and we are poor beings to be admitted to nursing homes.How foolish our pride is. We should rethink ourselves like little leaves on a tree. Be humble and small like sparrows. I am a little robin. It doesn’t matter if I’m as small as a leaf. I pray for this humanity that is killing itself. I sing for her, I am giving all my energy to this humanity. Please if you are religious or spiritual, join me, let’s join all energies together, no matter the name of the deity, no matter our differences, now, let’s join the divine energy of our heart to save this humanity.
The Sanfratellano dei Nebrodi horse (or San Fratello breed) is an Italian breed originally from the Messina area. Majestic and rustic, docile and proud, the Sanfratellano horse has been the undisputed master of the Nebrodi mountains for centuries.
The ancient Greeks called this area “the land of roe deer”, and it is precisely from “nebros”, roe deer, that the name of the park was born. The Nebrodi Park, which with more than 80 thousand hectares of surface, is the largest protected natural area on the island, represents a breathtaking spectacle of unspoiled nature. Through its paths and paths there are different types of vegetation to discover and a rich and complex wildlife community.An ideal place to indulge in a dream trekking during your Sicilian holidays. Formed by the rushing waters of the San Basilio stream, at a height difference of 30 meters carved by time, the waterfall is located in the territory of Galati di Mamertino in an area full of charm that offers numerous ideas for pleasant walks.A small corner where you can also relax by offering a prayer to the Madonna present in the icon placed by the citizens of Caronia Montagna to consecrate the wood to the Lady of Nature.
This is the icon of the Madonna present in the green area.Lake Maulazzo is a suggestive artificial reservoir of about 5 hectares on the north-eastern slopes of Monte Soro, the highest peak of the Nebrodi. The path leading to the lake proceeds through hidden and unusual paths. You can admire streams of clear water, small mammals, diurnal birds of prey, griffins and, with a little luck, even the golden eagle. There is no shortage of plants, flowers and mushrooms typical of the undergrowth. Lake Maulazzo is an important lake environment: although it was born as an artificial lake, over time it has naturalized, offering shelter to many animal and plant species.The Sicilian Black pig, also called Nero dei Nebrodi, Nero delle Madonie or Nero dell Etna is a native breed with very ancient origins. It is a very fine breed with a strong and highly recognizable meat flavor. Sicilian black pigs are raised in the wild and semi-wild state in the wooded areas of the island, free to feed according to nature, guaranteeing the goodness of their meat thanks to proper nutrition consisting mainly of acorns and chestnuts.It is enclosed between the borders of Randazzo and Tortorici. It is a natural alpine lake and is the highest in Sicily (1435 m asl). Its waters besides quenching the thirst of numerous herds, attract numerous avian species, including gray herons, coots, moorhens and mallards.If you are looking for adventure in contact with nature, if you are attracted by the unknown or if you (simply) like walking, you cannot miss this Sicilian stop, to be added immediately to your “to do list”, that is to the list of 1000 things to do on the weekend. The next one, for example.Birdwatching of Nebrodi griffins. From the educational laboratory “La Tana delle Idee” you can watch the griffons thanks to dioramas and cameras present in the nesting sites of the Griffons. These large birds with their wingspan of over three meters, can travel hundreds of kilometers in one day.Three pairs of golden eagles live in the area of the Nebrodi Park and one of these, the one that lives in the stupendous landscape of the fortresses of the Crasto di Alcara li Fusi, is linked to a singular and fascinating legend. It is said, in fact, that a hermit, San Nicola Politi, who lived in a cave among these inaccessible mountains had established an exceptional relationship with the Golden Eagle and every day provided for his sustenance receiving the blessing of the sacred man. This tradition finds testimony in the paintings that can be observed in the town of Alcara li Fusi and the relationship of affection of the locals towards their eagle is still alive and testified by the good health of this couple, which is among the most fruitful and productive of the whole Sicily.
A very long time without you. This time has already passed, but it does not seem true to Me at all It seems surreal to have resisted, coming up to here, after suddenly finding myself an orphan of your presence. How did I survive you? I who often loved to remind you: that without you I would have felt like in hell At the very thought I felt an immense twinge God what a pain! Now that I’m experiencing it on My skin, I don’t even know how to describe it. I know I miss you, I miss you a mess. I can’t get off in front of my eyes the tragic moment in which I greeted you for the last time, while you were falling asleep forever. I could no longer detach myself from You, while I was bathing You everywhere, with My copious and interminable tears, while I begged you to continue to be close to me because I still need You. I also begged you to forgive me, for not being able to save you, coming to suffer for nothing. I hope I got it this Your important forgiveness. Know that it would make me feel better. I also hope that you will continue to love me with all of Yourself, with no regrets. I know that I have not always been good to You, scolding you often, because of your rebellious and hyperactive character.I have often been strict, I admit it, but I did it only for you, to make you grow well I hope you will succeed to forgive me for this too. How much do I miss your teasing? When I got home, you stole my slippers or any other object at that moment I had within range. Or of Your continuous complaints when I did not lend You due attention and you rubbed yourself to recall your urgent need for pampering. And if I didn’t listen to you You complained even louder I could go back I would not do it again I swear to you. These lost moments I am a real regret for Me. Sometimes it still seems to me to hear your verses, your tears, Your paws making noise on the floor, while walking or running somewhere. I seem to feel the warmth you left on the bed, after sleeping for a long time and snoring a lot! God how much did you snore! Above all, however, I seem to succeed to still perceive Your slow, rumbling breath which for Me has represented My favourite music to listen relentlessly like an infinite melody Every time I listened to it any problem subsided as far as he could reassure me. You’ve been better than a chamomile! That’s why after Your disappearance the world has literally collapsed on me since I have lost My point of reference, My anchor of salvation when everything was rowing against me. Since then I have strengthened myself as I could, taking my life back in hand, amidst tears and smiles as long as I rock among the memories I am also reacting for you so that You can continue to live in Me! Thanks for everything My Golden Angel! I love you so much! 🐾❤️
I am still naive. I discovered reality at 22. They tell me that I am too spontaneous, I have no malice, I am like a child. Many people have exploited, used and abused me. Sometimes I don’t recognize evil, I trust others a lot, I’m a white dove but the others are all snakes. I always pray to God to give me a good heart, only this I need but my good heart causes me a lot of damage because people take advantage of me. There is no girl as naive as me. I tried to change but I couldn’t. I try to help others and in the past I have thought more about others than myself. Art has carried me with it for many years and when I entered the real world I did not know the rules and so I was bewitched by certain people who did not deserve anything of me. I have been wrong so many times and I did not know why, I did not know I was different, because I had been far from the world and I had lived only among the colors. It was very difficult to get close to the real world because I was a poor naive.
The Sanfratellano dei Nebrodi horse (or San Fratello breed) is an Italian breed originally from the Messina area. Majestic and rustic, docile and proud, the Sanfratellano horse has been the undisputed master of the Nebrodi mountains for centuries.
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