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Review Tibetan Book of the Dead

This week I read The Tibetan Book of the Dead in fact for me is a transition between life and death might be a more specific way to deal with all around us and our daily lives, perhaps as a suggestion could face between our minds and ways of life that exist in order to maintain a set of thoughts divided between life and death to me suggests that there is a consciousness in which we can move in an exceptional way and carry out a complete change as we see things and how we must look to our conscience be at peace with ourselves but we can not only be good observers, perhaps, there are several patterns in our lives that lead us to think much of our human errors such as this indicates that if we as humans live in a fair way we could have a clear conscience if we live in an absurd and totally silly Cottian we could not acquire a balance in our lives but we do not live a life perfect with full knowledge that things are well done and things, but we also have a gap between good and evil to avoid making more mistakes and be able to make a change that means we could see more clearly whilst taking things that exist in our # # earthly life but this often goes into the psychology or science who study our thinking is very incoherent if we live in a world where everything what we think is crazy, if all you see is poverty and hunger, fear and insecurity as indicated in this book we could avoid this kind of misery and trust the process of meditation if we are not rencarnar in an animal, maybe not our breakthroughs were once dementia and madness as we could buy a full life of eccentric knowledge of good and evil in our minds that is not too unusual, is in the knowledge that indicates something within us if something is well done or if something is wrong according to how we were raised or that we were taught to learn to live and to live with other people, could live in meditation and confidence of our lives, maybe this is a great response from this book for many psychologists perhaps not yet fully know or we have never ventured much in the actual use of our thoughts is something infinite maybe something that leads us to think scientifically trying to find many answers, but still not have adequate answers to find the real process or explanation to our thinking about our death process and if we want something good after death I think we should start by being humble in our knowledge.

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I'll keep believing, even when people lose hope.
I will continue to love, while others sow hatred.
I will continue to build, even when others destroyed.
I will continue talking about peace, even in the midst of a war.
I will continue to illuminate even in the midst of darkness.
And I'll keep planting, while others walked on the crop.
And I'll keep shouting, even when others remain silent. And I will draw
smiles on faces with tears
and convey relief when you see pain
cause for celebration and a present where there is only sadness.
will invent to walk to her decision to stay
and raise their arms, who have surrendered.
Because amid the desolation,
a child will always be watching us,
hopeful, expecting something from us,
and even in the midst of a storm
somewhere will
sun in the desert and grow a plant.
will always be a bird that we sing,
a child a butterfly sonríay us to provide us with their beauty.

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SLYTHERIN Drinny



This cost me horror fiction to write, write something I never thought of this pair, makes me so improbable, and other rare, with a touch as little canon, was the most hated couple for me everything is to Lyl I also asked him to be my beta is one of my greatest friends this is for friend and that you cumplanos our promise, so out of our minds fever.

Important .

This fic is
dedicated to my beloved Beta Lily-Amil, who urged me a fic Drinny knowing the difficulty I had for the couple, but she had many gifts so I encourage to please. All for you Lyl

Fandom: Harry Potter


Summary:

their eyes at some moments had found full of hate, and had vowed to meet again no matter what, there was a unbroken promise between two

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Everything belongs to JK Rowling

Setting: AU , Canon (?)

Couples ; None , slight Draco / Ginny

Rating: K

Warnings: None

Word Count: 731

What you see

Draco did not know what he saw Ginny Weasley, was an ordinary girl with nothing more than the others could not have, was a redhead as a point against Draco, because the red color was not very good in that tone so zanahoriesado was freckled, his whole face was full of those ugly stains, and on one occasion, the idiot Dean Thomas had fallen on his face with the weasel female, which had been noted, not without a bit of disgust that comadrejilla had freckles on the legs and thighs, was predictable that was plagued that plague the entire body.

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I listened to that because it was "beautiful" in quotes, did not come to know because they said, and felt a need to know that you saw, because the only saw the youngest of the Weasley brood, and though he had tried to understand his companions had come to be attracted in the least by the comadrejilla.

With the feeling of not fitting in the state of a teenager, his brain was assumed to need a reason, so when one day it very subtly study redhead if not who spied each step by the Weasley child. He realized that there was no Insurance hills cause for alarm was that girls did not attract too common or curvilinear, or capable he was spotted was the intake so freckles.

Because there was nothing wrong with his manhood, it was just that the redhead was not within the standards of a Malfoy, still did not know because it was so many reasons and excuses for not comfortable with the redhead.

In one of his studies found that subtle freckled in witchcraft was not bad, nor was a shadow of Potter if the four-eyed drooling but Instead it was, was explosive, he realized after seeing Dean Thomas left after a fight, then Draco felt a certain camaraderie to the Gryffindor, but promised never ever comment the slip.

come to observe more than necessary to note their likes his troubles, began to bother her more forcefully, when he realized there was no such return in his footsteps, and that what was expected see red in her cheeks when I faced furious as competing with their red hair, blue eyes and got out of their sockets as pink lips were bitten hard.

His heart beat more strongly at that time, his hands were sweating and his body for some strange reason seemed to burn in intense fire, you only have to advance, and expect the future were not as black as expected, the redhead would not perish, he could go free of dust and straw from what was coming.

few words more and Weasley had beaten with the palm open, his cheek was red, but this time he had not begun to dig, so deep in thought, did not notice when he came to less than the Weasleys, a word after another. The increasingly powerful anger, anger running their bodies, allowing emotions to both the dominated.

Sometime their watched had been found full of hatred, the jury had found again, no matter what happens, there was an unbroken promise between them.

Ongoing meetings had led to an understanding and a more than capable of mutual hatred, and far from indifference.

The future was all that could be a future between red and silver, because no, they were both symbols of war and struggle.

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If for a moment God would forget

I am a rag doll and

give me a piece of life, possibly

would not say everything that

think, but I definitely think

; everything I say.

would value things not for what

worth but for what they mean.

Sleep little, so ñ aria again,

understand that for every minute that we close

eyes we lose sixty seconds

light

walk when the others are

; stop, awaken when

others sleep.

listen when others speak,

as enjoy a good ice cream

; of chocolate.

If God give me a piece of

life, dress simply, I would throw

flat under the sun, exposing not

only my body but my soul.

My God, if I had a heart,

write my hatred on ice and

wait till sunrise.

I would paint with a dream ñ or Van Gogh

on the stars a poem

Benedetti, and a Serrat song

would be the serenade to

the moon.

would water roses with my tears,

to feel the pain of their thorns and

the red kiss of their petals ....

My God, if I had a piece of

life ...

not let a single day without

tell people I love, that

want.

convince each woman or man

that are my favorites and I would live

; love with love.

Men

would prove how mistaken they are

think

; they cease to love when

age, not knowing that age

when they cease to love. A

or с or I would give wings, but I would

that learn to fly. In the old

ñ taught them that death aria not

come with old age but with forgetting.

So many things I learned from you

men ....

I've learned that everyone

want to live on top of the mountain to

ñ

without knowing that true happiness

is on the way up the steep

.

I learned that one man

has the right to look at another man

; down when he is helping to

rise. There are so many things that

I have learned from you, but

finally it will be no

serve for when I keep

within this suitcase, unhappily

I will be dying.

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	HIGH
Schizoid	MODERATE
schizotypal	MODERATE
	MODERATE
Antisocial	UNDER
Narcissistic	HIGH
Limit	HIGH
Obsessive	HIGH
Dependent	UNDER
avoidant	HIGH

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cuatachona @ 2010-07-01T17: 29:00

So as all the ocean can be seen in a drop of water, also we are the essence of life. As the tide
up and down, also we move with the flow of life, accepting that only constant is change and that everything is as it should be, but often not know why ...