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The Secret Behind Number 11

The Secret behind the number 11 

Pretty Chilling - read to the bottom.  Try it out.   If you are a sceptical person - still read on as it’s actually very interesting!! This is actually really freaky!! (Mainly the end part, but read it all first)

1) New York City has 11 letters.
2) Afghanistan has 11 letters.
3) Ramsin Yuseb has 11 letters.  (The terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993)
4) George W Bush has 11 letters.       This could be a mere coincidence, but this gets interesting:

1) New York is the 11th state.
2) The first plane crashing against the Twin Towers was flight number 11.
3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9 + 2 = 11.
4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers. 6 + 5 = 11.
5) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11 as it is now known.  9 + 1+ 1 =11.
6) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number 911.  Sheer coincidence..?  Read on and make up your own mind:

1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was 254.   2 + 5 + 4 = 11 2) September 11 is day number 254 of the calendar year.  

3) The Madrid  bombing took place on 3/11/2004.   3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 11.

4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911 days after the Twin Towers incident.

Now this is where things get totally eerie:     The most recognized symbol for the US, after the Stars & Stripes, is the Eagle. The following verse is taken from the Koran, the Islamic holy book:

“For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced: for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah and there was peace.”  

That verse is number 9.11 of the Koran.

 Unconvinced about all of this still ..?       Try this and see how you feel afterwards, it made my hair stand on end:  

Please do the following:
1. Highlight the Q33 NY. This is the flight number of the first plane to hit one of the Twin Towers.
2. Change the font size to 48.
4. Change the actual font to the WINGDINGS……………………
   What do you think now???? 

 

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William Blake - The Little Black Boy

THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

by: William Blake (1757-1827)

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O, my soul is white!
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if bereaved of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissèd me,
And, pointing to the East, began to say:

‘Look at the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.

‘And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And these black bodies and this sunburnt face
Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

‘For when our souls have learn’d the heat to bear,
The cloud will vanish, we shall hear His voice,
Saying, “Come out from the grove, my love and care,
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.”‘

Thus did my mother say, and kissèd me,
And thus I say to little English boy.
When I from black and he from white cloud free,
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy,

I’ll shade him from the heat till he can bear
To lean in joy upon our Father’s knee;
And then I’ll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him, and he will then love me.

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Burma Digest - Faces of Refugee Children

Faces of Burma’s Refugee Children Behind the Prison Bars
_ By Ahmedur Rahman Farooq

[Ahmedur Rahman Farooq is Chairman of Rohingya Human Rights Council (RHRC)]

Some refugee children of Burma standing behind bars with other detainees in a crowded detention cell in Mae Sot, Thailand

It is not a question whether to put these children in a crowded detention centre is legal or illegal - but the point that raises a grave concern at the first sight is - why these children are there. Everybody knows, Burma is burning. About 57.6 million people of this resource-rich country of 678,500 sq. km are groaning in the reign of terror of unbroken military rule for nealy half a century. The military rulers have burnt down the hopes and aspirations of tens of thousands of people into ashes. Hundreds of men, women and children run everyday to neighboring countries either to escape the brutalities of the army or to get rid of hunger. They do not know what awaits their fate in exile. But everyday they flee their motherland which has been turned into an earthly hell under the gun control.

They know, their journey to the unknown destination is full of dangers ranging from starvation, thirst, detention, drowning or death, but the flow of escape of these distressed human beings continues unabated in search of safety and food. Sometimes, these ill-fated men, women and children cross the border in heavily loaded cargo boats of smugglers and sometimes in the tank of oil transport trailer without having a fresh air or water or food. There are innumerable cases of tragic deaths of those fleeing people onboard due to the lack of food and water in the deep sea after being adrift for many days or weeks due to the failure of engine boat or due to the loss of travelling direction.

In a free world, childhood connotes happiness and innocence. A child brings endless bliss and joy for a family and a ray of hope for a nation. Children are considered there as the future of a nation. There are enough mechanisms in a free world for children to let them grow spiritually, materially and physically so that they can become worthy citizens of a country. If they are healthy, if all of them receive education and live within a comfortable and safe environment, these elements will indicate that a nation has progressed.

Children need a world where they can laugh, they can play and they can grow with all qualities which make a worthy citizen of a country and when grown up, they can bring peace and prosperity for themselves, for their family, for their society or for their country. They need to live in a world where their voices are being heard. They need a world which is fit for children from all aspects and where all children will have the same rights and are of equal worth, where every child will have the right to have his or her basic needs fulfilled, where every child will have the right to protection from abuse and exploitation and where every child will have the right to express his or her opinion and to be respected.

In fact, these are the things which have been codified into different international laws or conventions. Through, the ratification of 1989 UN Convention on Rights of the Child, the international community agreed that some basic rights of children must be guaranteed. It is a very comprehensive document with regard to every aspect of rights of a child. The core of the Convention is described in Article 3: ” In all actions concerning children, whether undertaken by public or private social welfare organisations, courts, administrative authorities, or legislative bodies, the best interests of the child shall be a primary concern.”

The above paragraph demonstrates that all agencies of the state and private sectors must consider and accord priority to the interests of the child. Although the Convention does not define the interests of a child, it indirectly indicates that a child should have an upbringing in an environment in which a child can develop his/her full potentials in adult life.Common sense dictates that the fundamental interests of a child lie in the right to nutritious food, shelter, primary health care and education. If all these aspects of a child are cared for, the child will emerge as a worthy citizen.

But the faces of these children in the picture stir a sense of extreme helplessness. It makes clear that they are the children of a country which is not fit for children to lead a normal life. In fact, Burma is a country where innumerable children are living in a state of utmost miseries, cruelties and inhumanity. In other words, it is the grinding militarism which has pushed them to the worst level of wretched life - a situation which has compelled them to be illegal immigrants or break the law or whatever.

The rights of children are interconnected with economic progress of a country. So long a country is riddled with political unrest, social anarchy and grinding poverty, abuse of rights of children will turn out to be a common phenomenon. These children are from Burma where they are deprived of the very basic rights. Most of the children live there through an ordeal that is devoid of an iota of bliss. They get no scope for positive learning experiences they need to grow up happy and confident.

In Burma, there is no environment where the majority of parents can feed their children at home or where there is no “right to food to live” as literally can be said. Whenever people in extreme hopelessness and despair, facing nothing but repression, try to get themselves out of this situation, the military rulers strike them from all directions. They have destroyed the livelihoods of the majority of people in Burma. Only a handful that are close to the military regime and others who take part in keeping the machinery of repression alive obtain some benefit from the situation. Together with destitution, destruction of livelihoods and widespread poverty there has also been the destruction of the entire political system and the administration of justice.

It is a country where there is no scope for majority of parents to safeguard the rights of the children even within the purview of the family. Their parents can not save them from starvation and can not find ways for medical treatment when they are sick. The cases of associating children with baby food and innocent smiles are a matter of rarity there. Children die at the lap of their parents due to hunger and malnutrition. The tears of the parents roll down the cheek seeing their crying children, battered and bruised, physically and emotionally, every other day, but they have no way to prevent it.

While the people in the state organs of the military rulers do everything to protect their own children, they do not consider those of the common peopl as human beings. And at the same time, they kept no door open for the common people to let them know how to raise, not to mention care for, their children. From being made to sit on the floor at school in many cases as semi-human beings, to being punished or beaten inhumanly, children get the raw end of every deal. The mechanisms which can sow the seeds of inspiration in the minds of the children have been devastated.

People go to the zoo to find entertainment looking at the animals in the cage and they do not usually feel sorry for the animals for being put in the cage. But here the case is a little bit different.These children are in the same type of cages like zoo. But people who see their faces feel sorry and there may be many of those whose hearts bleed to see the plight of these children who have been chained by a set of law which determined them as illegal immigrants.Children who are considered to be the hope for a safer world, have been pushed to a state where they can not laugh, can not sing or can not play.

Only time can speak when these children can return to a position where they can fall asleep in the lap of their mothers in peace and without fear, where they will find a place which they can call their home, where they will get a school where they will learn all the lessons of civilized human society, where they will get a world which will be free of terror or screams of traumatized human beings and where they will find a world as has been portrayed by the English Poet William Blake in his poem “A Cradle Song”:

A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams form a shade,
O’er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams

Sweet sleep with soft down.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep Angel mild,
Hover o’er my happy child.

Sweet smiles in the night,
Hover over my delight.
Sweet smiles Mothers smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.

Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes,
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.

Sleep sleep happy child,
All creation slept and smil’d.
Sleep sleep, happy sleep.
While o’er thee thy mother weep

Sweet babe in thy face,
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe once like thee.
Thy maker lay and wept for me

Wept for me for thee for all,
When he was an infant small.
Thou his image ever see.
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,

Smiles on thee on me on all,
Who became an infant small,
Infant smiles are His own smiles,
Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.

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A Time For Grieving - NEWSWEEK

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I use Angelina’s notebook purely due to the fact that I am ignorant to this newfound subject and seeing her movie Beyond Borders is my only reference. I shall investigate other aid workers and enthusiasts as well.

A Time for Grieving

Quote: In his memoir, translator Daoud Hari recounts the pain of his native Darfur.

It was not the homecoming I had longed for after these years away, working in restaurants in Libya and Egypt. I was not returning to my village in Darfur with gifts and money for everyone. “Daoud is returned,” I heard some men say as I walked by. I nodded to them, but it did not seem time for smiles and joyful greetings.

I walked into the family enclosure where a donkey, several goats and some chickens watched my arrival. I saw my mother under the shade roof attached to the cooking hut; she was with my sister Aysha and with several other women of the village; they were all in mourning. Mother looked very old now. Her hair was matted with the earth of grieving. She wore dark clothing, a dark shawl over her old head. She saw me and wept into her hands, as if it were even sadder for her to think that my homecoming had to be at such a time.

“Fatah,” she managed to say, which is what you say when you greet someone in a time of grieving.

We had lost perhaps 20 cousins in the previous days, and each was like a son or daughter to her. In this tiny village three children and their mother were killed when the white Antonov bomber came. Six of the 50 houses were burned. This news, which I already knew, was told to me again by the women as I stood with my head bowed a little to my mother.

I heard running and then saw my brother Ahmed come into the enclosure. He was, against the mourning custom and his own intentions, smiling somewhat as he grasped my arm in a great handshake.

“Daoud,” he said. “Fatah. So it’s all true—you have come back.”

“Fatah,” I replied, trying not to smile.

“It’s very, very good to see you, Daoud,” he said several times. I told him that the sheik had sent his regards and had warned of an attack soon. “Yes, an attack I think will come in a few days,” Ahmed said. “Not tomorrow, but maybe soon after that.” Ahmed told me that some of the old people were refusing to leave. They were intent on dying where they had always lived. Some would point and say, “We have our great-grandfathers buried over here, and our children buried over there, and so why would this not be a good place for us to die also?” You could not argue with that.

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All these different worlds we live in, these different times, it makes me sad to read these stories of grief and despair. I fear I have lived in a castle like a princess compared to these stories i read. Where bombings, suicide bombings and attacks are only in the movie world to my mind and heart. But to so many people out there it is their everyday life. Their everyday story. Normal to them is abnormal to me, totally unthinkable. And my life, if these people from Darfur had to read my story they would think I was a queen living in her palace with a rich kingdom shorting nothing.

I can only hope that with these blog entries I can create my own awareness of this blind eye of ours. And maybe in my own small futile way, make a difference.

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BB India - Theme Song

BB India - Theme Song

21Feb06

BB theme Song Found on a T-shirt

BB song on a t-shirt

We will leave pretensions and we will rise,
Beyond Borders,
We will take the tears from the orphans eyes,
We will bring down the paradise,
We will remove borders from our skies,
Its our choice, its our choice,

Whether we go,
Beyond borders

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Love is Love


Beyond Borders Chapbook Series #6
Love is Love…
by Birgitta Jonsdottir

Love is love first edition is published in a limited edition of 40 numbered copies. It is all hand made by the author, layout, artwork, printing and stiching. A5 format.
Price: $49

Download the entire book via pdf for free In Other Words

-Paul McDonald, Kentucky: USA
“…a soul that has been here for a long time, Birgitta Jonsdottir is an emerging voice of the Goddess calling us into the new millennium…”

-Aleksi Aaltonen, Helsinki: Finland
” I’m proud to say that Birgitta must be the most outstanding multimedia artist of our time. The immense depth, strength and at the same time sensitivity in her poetry, music and art work is a joyful, powerful, and very personal, intimate experience time after time. ”

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The Messanger - Norse Myth Poems

Beyond Borders Chapbook Series #3
The Messenger - Norse Myth Poems
by Birgitta Jonsdottir

The Messenger third edition is published in a limited edition of 30 numbered copies. It is all hand made by the author, layout, artwork, printing and stiching. A5 format.
Price: $49

Download the entire book in a pdf for free In Other Words

-Paul McDonald, Kentucky: USA
“…a soul that has been here for a long time, Birgitta Jonsdottir is an emerging voice of the Goddess calling us into the new millennium…”

-Aleksi Aaltonen, Helsinki: Finland
” I’m proud to say that Birgitta must be the most outstanding multimedia artist of our time. The immense depth, strength and at the same time sensitivity in her poetry, music and art work is a joyful, powerful, and very personal, intimate experience time after time. ”

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In Love Again with it All

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Beyond Borders Chapbook Series #1
Death & the Maiden - Love Poems
Birgitta Jonsdottir

In love Again with it All

I am in love with you.
How you take in my words,how they penetrate
under your skin,
into your soul,
How they take on a new life within you.

I am in love with you.
The way I reflect in you,
still it is not me,
but a conception of
two minds colliding
together.

I am in love
with you.
The way you look at me,
you look deep into me.
Then you go in a circle
permitting me to look deep into you.

It’s like a merry go round,
of new discoveries,
of remembrance.

I am love
with you.

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Wake up - Birgitta Jonsdottir

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Birgitta Jonsdottir

Wake up

I have seen signs the end of the world as we know it has begun.

Don’t panic it might look terrifying on the surface,
but inside every human being a choice to go under,
or flow.

Earth is calling.
Sky is calling.
God is calling.
Creation is calling, wake up, wake up now.

Generate the capacity for love,
for compassion in your heart.

Now is the time to wake up,
to the call of growth and unlimited love,
to all that life is.

So wake up, wake up now.

Wake up

I have seen signs the end of the world as we know it has begun.

Don’t panic it might look terrifying on the surface,
but inside every human being a choice to go under,
or flow.

Earth is calling.
Sky is calling.
God is calling.
Creation is calling, wake up, wake up now.

Generate the capacity for love,
for compassion in your heart.

Now is the time to wake up,
to the call of growth and unlimited love,
to all that life is.

So wake up, wake up now.

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Countries without Borders


Beyond Borders Chapbook Series #2
Countries without Borders - Growth Poems
Birgitta Jonsdottir

Countries without Borders
The cities of the world are merging,borders falling.
Cultures crossing.

Through the void of cyberspace,the earth is shrinking,
The sense for distance changing.

One race,emerging.
Floating through space,
Virtually real.
I feel home in every corner of the world.

Expressions through symbols,we can all understand.
Art is the language,the word still a virus from outer space.

Colors, forms, sounds, shapes,interwoven in interspace.

Cities without borders.
Earth without borders.
Us without borders.

The birth of the creative,from the wild woman,the sacred warrior.
A seed of unity.

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