Tag: protection

Turkish Evil Eye

Learning
Eyes blink to clean themselves, to not see things except Turkish evil eye.

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when these eyes are everywhere

A Home (ranting)

Learning, This Person
A bird builds a nest in what its mother describes a home. Protection—

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No one is truly detached from one’s root and that is a foundation that should not be shaken. Foundation is the last and foremost protecting part of a building. When others try to shake adult mature’s foundation principles, they are sooner or later surely destroying a construction that has been built carefully and systematically through parenting, education and culture especially in early age.

Still want to change your friends to be like what you want them to be? It is either killing them inside or killing you inside. Worse is both don’t realise that the other is dying or dead inside; even think there is a good change considered “a success to educate (wrong) friends”. Ah….! Illusion.

Solution? Eh? How would you treat a beautiful gift given to you? Don’t try changing others’ foundation principles. Instead accompany them grow to their best version as they are.

And for those not even appreciating their own or others’ roots: congratulations, you are doomed. Oops! I mean it takes longer time for you to reach true goals. 😁

Salaam.

💝

fly, achene. find a home where you rest your dreams.

Guarded

Learning, life, Poetic, This Person
Swaying gently down,
Feather falls off from the wings
Flapping. Angel smiles.

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I used to pick up feathers met on the way to school, office, home, everywhere. Feathers have been good signs to me for years. There has been a feeling of being protected.

Superstition? I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not.

Now? Still believing that feather present is the presence of protection, but I stopped hoarding. Just look at the feathers, pray for protection and greet the guardian angels, and walk on with a bunch of blessings.

May all beings be happy.

🪶

https://phys.org/news/2019-11-feathers-propel-birds-air-history.html

Not A Good Bye

Bob, Learning, love, Those People

It’s hard to say goodbye especially to them whom we love so much, who have taken good care of us and with whom we spend most good time together.

When I was around 12, our parents decided to move to another city and all the children would go. I remember of feeling so excited because I knew I would have new friends and many other things new. But when the day was approaching, I realized that I would lose my best friends: Luluk, Nanik, Timbul, and others with many many precious moments remaining memories with their faces lingering around my mind. But again, I had to go. And I went…. With tears.

Now, I still remember them. I communicate with them and appreciate our noble friendship.

Moppy, the beloved dog of ours is now being walked by Angels accompanied by us to the Heaven. I don’t believe in Dog Heaven. Heaven is just heaven for ALL. We are walking Moppy to accompany him to cross the bridge as well as to see if our home near him in the next village is ready to occupy.

Moppy is so worried because his day is approaching – I know how he feels because he is experiencing a good bye to his companions he has trusted. He doesn’t want to be forgotten. He wants to be forever guardian for his rescuers. He wants to protect a group of people whom he recognize having been the real rescuers of animals. He is in grief of leaving all those people un-protected because he knows those people are are kind-hearted but sometimes vulnerable.

Moppy, Moppy, Moppy….
Please let go….
Please don’t worry….
Please remember that we’ll always be your family, here or across the bridge.
Archangel Michael already embraces you. I know you know it, Moppy Mopsy baby….

Moppy my dear dog….
See the light and please embark the ready boat.

We are not saying good-bye, we are ending one circle cycle to start another circle cycle. We will always meet in one start or end, or even in every dot to form a full circle. So, please don’t worry, boy…..

Hey, hey, Boatman….
Please carry our beloved dog over to the end of this journey and ask him to wait for just a little while before meeting with us again.

He’s not forgotten, he is not abandoned and he will never undergo the same sufferings anymore.

He can be a king, he can be a prince, he can be a queen, he can be a princess…. Or whatever he wants to be when he meets me someday….

Only one thing, we love you dearly forever, beyond space and time.

The love emitting from Moppy’s heart has made a group of strangers realize that a dog is not a just a dog. Moppy is a special dog that offers love, compassion, protection, caring, responsibility…. Moppy is a special dog. So special to be loved, remembered. No replacement for you, Moppy boy!

We love you! Hey, hey, boy…. Please send our best regards to someone sitting under the palm tree. Tell him not to stop sending love to us, that we miss him and that you are delivered for him. Be good, Moppy boy….

Much much love is in your pocket, boy….

Sholawat…. (thousands of times)

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Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud,
Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud,
Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud,
Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud,
Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud,
Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud,
Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud,
Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud,
Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud, Yaa Waduud…

This is to celebrate how love can connect some tiny dots in this enormous life. Thank you Moppy, Tinny, Karin, Jodi, Tristi, Tria.

Tulungagung, July 24, 2015 – 9:43am