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#436921 - 06/05/13 01:50 AM frog and scorpion [Re: peroperic2009]
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the frog and the scorpion



The Scorpion and the Frog

A scorpion and a frog meet on the bank of a stream and the
scorpion asks the frog to carry him across on its back. The
frog asks, "How do I know you won't sting me?" The scorpion
says, "Because if I do, I will drown too."

The frog is satisfied, and they set out, but in midstream,
the scorpion stings the frog. The frog feels the onset of
paralysis and starts to sink, knowing they both will die,
but has just enough time to gasp "Why?"

Replies the scorpion: "It is my nature..."
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#436927 - 06/05/13 03:09 AM many moons [Re: peroperic2009]
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i love this story.
i loved it as a child.
i read it to my children.
i would like to share it with you.



here is the story being read aloud.
the text is below.

PART ONE
PART TWO


Many Moons

by James Thurber

Once upon a time, in a kingdom by the sea, there lived a little princess named Lenore.
She was ten years old, going on eleven. One day Lenore fell ill of a surfeit of
raspberry tarts and took to her bed. The Royal Physician came to see her and took her
temperature and felt her pulse and made her stick out her tongue. The Royal Physician
was worried. He sent for the king, Lenore's father, and the king came to see her.

"I will get you anything your heart desires," the king said. "Is there anything your
heart desires?"

"Yes," said the princess. "I want the moon, if I can have the moon, I will be well
again."

Now the king had a great many wise men who always got for him anything he wanted so he
told his daughter that she could have the moon. Then he went to the throne room and
pulled a bell cord, three long pulls and a short pull, and presently the Lord High
Chamberlain came into the room.

The Lord High Chamberlain was a large, fat man who wore thick glasses which made his
eyes seem twice as big as they really were. This made the Lord High Chamberlain seem
twice as wise as he really was.

"I want the moon," said the king. "Princess Lenore wants the moon. If she can have
the moon, she will get well again."

"The moon?" exclaimed the Lord High Chamberlain, his eyes widening. This made him look
four times as wise as he really was.

"Yes, the moon," said the king. "M-o-o-n, moon. Get it tonight, tomorrow at the latest."

The Lord High Chamberlain wiped his forehead with a handkerchief and then blew his nose
loudly. "I have got a great many things for you in my time, your majesty," he said. "It
just happens that I have with me a list of the things I have got for you in my time."
He pulled a long scroll of parchment out of his pocket. "Let me see, now." he glanced at
the list, frowning. "I have got ivory, apes, and peacocks, rubies, opals, and emeralds,
black orchids, pink elephants, and blue poodles, gold bugs, scarabs, and flies in amber,
hummingbirds' tongues, angels' feathers, and unicorns' horns, giants, midgets, and
mermaids, frankincense, ambergris, and myrrh, troubadors, minstrels, and dancing women,
a pound of butter, two dozen eggs, and a sack of sugar - sorry, my wife wrote that in
there."

"I don't remember any blue poodles," said the king.

"It says blue poodles right here on the list, and they are checked off with a little
check mark," said the Lord High Chamberlain. "so there must have been blue poodles. You
just forgot."

"Never mind the poodles," said the king. "What I want now is the moon."

"I have sent as far Samarkand and Araby and Zanzibar to get things for you, your
majesty," said the Lord High Chamberlain. "But the moon is out of the question. It is
35,000 miles away and it is bigger than the room the princess lies in. Furthermore, it
is made of molten copper. I cannot get the moon for you. Blue poodles, yes; the moon,
no."

The king flew into a rage and told the Lord High Chamberlain to leave the room and
to send the Royal Wizard to the throne room.

The Royal Wizard was a little, thin man with a long face. He wore a high red peaked
hat coverted with silver stars, and a long blue robe covered with golden owls. His
face grew very pale when the king told him that he wanted the moon for his little
daughter, and that he expected the Royal Wizard to get it.

"I have worked a great deal of magic for you in my time, your majesty," said the Royal
Wizard. "As a matter of fact, I just happen to have in my pocket a list of the
wizardries I have performed for you." He drew a paper from a deep pocket of his robe.
"It begins: `Dear Royal Wizard: I am returning herewith the so-called philosopher's
stone which you claimed-' No, that isn't it." The royal wizard brought a long scroll
of parchment from another pocket of his robe. "Here it is," he said. "Now, let's see. I
have squeezed blood out of turnips for you, and turnips out of blood. I have produced
rabbits out of silk hats, and silk hats out of rabbits. I have conjured up flowers,
tambourines and doves. I have brought you divining rods, magic wands, and crystal
spheres in which to behold the future. I have compounded philtres, unguents, and
potions, to cure heartbreak, surfeit, and ringing in the ears. I have made you my
own special mixture of wolfbane, nightshade, and eagles' tears, to ward off witches,
demons, and things that go bump in the night. I have given you seven league boots,
the golden touch, and a cloak of invisibility-"

"It didn't work," said the king. "The cloak of invisibility didn't work."

"Yes it did," said the Royal Wizard.

"No, it didn't," said the king. "I kept bumping into things, the same as ever."

"The cloak of invisibility is supposed to make you invisible," said the Royal Wizard.
"It is not supposed to keep you from bumping into things."

"All I know is, I kept bumping into things," said the king.

The Royal Wizard looked at his list again. "I got you," he said, "horns from elfland,
sand from the sandman, and gold from the rainbow. Also a spool of thread, a paper of
needles, and a lump of beeswax - sorry, those are things my wife wrote down for me to
get her."

"What I want you to do now," said the king, "is to get me the moon. Princess Lenore
wants the moon, and when she gets it, she will be well again."

"Nobody can get the moon," said the Royal Wizard. "It is 150,000 miles away, and it
is made of green cheese, and it is twice as big as the palace."

The king flew into another rage and sent the Royal Wizard back to his cave. Then he
rang a gong and summonded the Royal Mathematician.

The Royal Mathematician was a bald-headed, nearsighted man, with a skullcap on his
head and a pencil behind each ear. He wore a black suit with white numbers on it.

"I don't want to hear a long list of all the things you have figured out for me since
1907," the king said to him. "I want you to figure out how to get the moon for princess
Lenore. When she gets the moon, she will be well again."

"I am glad you mentioned all the things I have figured out for you since 1907," said
the Royal Mathematician. "It so happens I have a list of them with me."

He pulled a long scroll of parchment out of a pocket and looked at it. "I have figured
out for you the distance between the horns of a dilemma, night and day, and A and Z. I
have computed how far is up, how long it takes to get to away, and what becomes of gone.
I have discovered the length of the sea serpent, the price of the priceless, and the
square of the hippopotamus. I know where you are when you are at sixes and sevens, how
much is you have to have to make an are, and how many birds you can catch with the salt
in the ocean- 187,796,132, if it would interest you to know."

"There aren't that many birds," said the king.

"I didn't say there were," said the Royal Mathematician. "I said if there were."

"I don't want to hear about seven hundred million imaginary birds," said the king. "I
want you to get the moon for princess Lenore."

"The moon is 300,000 miles away," said the Royal Mathematician. "It is round and flat
like a coin, only it is made of asbestos, and it is half the size of this kingdom.
Furthermore, it is pasted on the sky. Nobody can get the moon."

The king flew into still another rage and sent the Royal Mathematician away. Then he rang
for the court jester. The jester came bounding into the throne room in his motley and his
cap and bells, and sat at the foot of the throne.

"What can I do for you, your majesty?" asked the court jester.

"Nobody can do anything for me," said the king mournfully. "Princess Lenore wants the
moon, and she cannot be well till she gets it, but nobody can get it for her. Every time
I ask anybody for the moon, it gets larger and farther away. There is nothing you can do
for me except play on your lute. Something sad."

"How big do they say it is," asked the court jester, "and how far away?"

"The Lord High Chamberlain says it is 35,000 miles away, and bigger than princess
Lenore's room," said the king. "The Royal Wizard says it is 150,000 miles away, and
twice as big as this palace. The Royal Mathematician says it is 300,000 miles away
and half the size of this kingdom."

The court jester strummed on his lute for a little while. "They are all wise men," he
said, "and so they must all be right. If they are all right, then the moon must be just
as large and as far away as each person thinks it is. The thing to do is find out how
big princess Lenore thinks it is, and how far away."

"I never thought of that," said the king.

"I will go to her, your majesty," said the court jester. And he crept softly into
the little girl's room.

Princess Lenore was awake, and she was glad to see the court jester, but her face was
very pale and her voice very weak.

"Have you brought the moon to me?" she asked.

"Not yet," said the court jester, "but I will get it for you right away. How big do
you think it is?"

"It is a little smaller than my thumbnail," she said, "for when I hold my thumbnail
up at the moon, it covers it."

"And how far away is it?" asked the court jester.

"It is not as high as the big tree outside my window," said the princess, "for sometimes
it gets caught in the top branches."

"It will be very easy to get the moon for you," said the court jester. "I will climb
the tree tonight when it gets caught in the top branches and bring it to you."

Then he thought of something else. "What is the moon made of, princess?" he asked.

"Oh, " she said, "it's made of gold, of course, silly."

The court jester left princess Lenore's room and went to see the Royal Goldsmith he had
the Royal Goldsmith make a tiny round oon just a little smaller than the thumbnail of
princess Lenore. Then he had him string it on a golden chain so the princess could wear
it around her neck.

"What is this thing I have made?" asked the Royal Goldsmith when he was finished with it.

"You have made the moon," said the court jester. "that is the moon."

"But the moon," said the Royal Goldsmith, "is 500,000 miles away and is made of bronze
and is round like a marble."

"That's what you think," said the court jester as he went away with the moon.

The court jester took the moon to princess Lenore, and she was overjoyed. The next day
she was well again and could get up and go out in the gardens to play.

But the king's worries were not yet over. He knew that the moon would shine in the sky
again that night, and he did not want the princess Lenore to see it. If she did, she
would know that the moon she wore on a chain around her neck was not the real moon.

So the king sent for the lord high chamberlain and said, "we must keep princess
Lenore from seeing the moon when it shines in the sky tonight. Think of something."
The Lord High chamberlain tapped his forehead with his fingers thoughtfully and said, "I
know just the thing. We can make some dark glasses for the princess lenore. We can make
them so dark that she will not be able to see the moon when it shines in the sky."

This made the king very angry, and he shook his head from side to side. "If she wore
dark glasses, she would bump into things," he said, "and then she would be ill again."
So he sent the Lord High Chamberlain away and called the Royal Wizard.

"We must hide the moon," said the king, "so princess Lenore will not see it when it
shines in the sky tonight. How are we going to do that?"

The Royal Wizard stood on his hands and then he stood on his head and then he stood on
his feet again. "I know what we can do," he said. "We can stretch some black velvet
curtains on poles. The curtains will cover all the palace gardens like a circus tent,
and the princess lenore will not be able to see through them, so she will not see the
moon in the sky."

The king was so angry at this that he waved his arms around. "Black velvet curtains
would keep out the air," he said. "Princess Lenore would not be able to breathe, and
she would be ill again." So he sent the Royal Wizard away and summoned the Royal
Mathematicain.

"We must do something," said the king, "so princess Lenore will not see the moon
when it shines in the sky tonight. If you know so much, figure out a way to do that."

The Royal Mathematician walked around in a circle, and then he walked around in a square,
and then he stood still. "I have it!" he said. "We can set off fireworks in the gardens
every night. We will make a lot of silver fountains and gold cascades, and when they go
off, they will fill the sky with so many sparks that it will be as light as day and
princess Lenore will not be able to see the moon."

The king flew into such a rage that he began jumping up and down. "Fireworks would keep
princess Lenore awake," he said. "She would not get any sleep at all and she would be ill
again." So the king sent the Royal Mathematician away.

When he looked up again, it was dark outside and he saw the bright rim of the moon just
peeping over the horizon. He jumped up in a great fright and rang for the court jester.
The court jester came bounding into the room and sat down at the foot of the throne.

"What can I do for you, your majesty?" he asked.

"Nobody can do anything for me," said the king, mournfully. "the moon is coming up again.
It will shine into princess Lenore's bedroom, and she will know it is still in the sky
and that she does not wear it on a golden chain around her neck. Play me something on
your lute, something very sad, for when the princess sees the moon, she will be ill
again."

The court jester strummed on his lute. "What do your wise men say?" he asked.

"They can think of no way to hide the moon that will not make princess Lenore ill,"
said the king.

The court jester played another song, very softly. "Your wise men know everything," he
said, "and if they cannot hide the moon, then it cannot be hidden."

The king put his head in his hands again and sighed. Suddenly he jumped from his throne
and pointed to the windows. "Look!" he cried. "The moon is already shining in the
princess Lenore's bedroom. Who can explain how the moon can be shining in the sky when
it is hanging on a golden chain around her neck?"

The court jester stopped playing on his lute. "Who could explain how to get the moon
when your wise men said it was too large and too far away? It was princess Lenore.
Therefore princess Lenore is wiser than your wise men and knows more about the moon
than they do. So I will ask her." And before the king could stop him, the court jester
slipped quietly out of the throne room and up the wide marble staircase to princess
Lenore's bedroom.

The princess was lying in bed, but she was wide awake and she was looking out the window
at the moon shining in the sky. Shining in her had was the moon the court jester had got
for her. He looked very sad, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

"Tell me, princess lenore," he said mournfully, "how can the moon be shining in the sky
when it is hanging on a golden chain around your neck?"

The princess looked at him and laughed. "that is easy, silly, " she said. "when I lose a
tooth, a new one grows in its place, doesn't it?"

"Of course," said the court jester. "And when the unicorn loses his horn in the forest,
a new one grows in the middle of his forehead."

"That is right," said the princess. "And when the Royal Gardener cuts the flowers in the
garden, other flowers come back to take their place."

"I should have thought of that," said the court jester, "for it is the same way with the
daylight."

"And it is the same way with the moon," said princess Lenore. "I guess it is the same
way with everything." Her voice became very low and faded away, and the court jester saw
that she was asleep. Gently he tucked the covers around the sleeping princess.

But before her left the room, he went over to the window and winked at the moon, for it
seemed to the court jester that the moon had winked at him.
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#436929 - 06/05/13 03:32 AM little birdy [Re: peroperic2009]
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a bird's tale

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7TtjmsuB0zY

Once there was a little bird, so young he could not fly yet.
One day he fell out of his nest.

He got really cold sitting there on the ground so he started to peep,
"PEEP, PEEP, PEEP!"

A cow heard his cries and came over.
Seeing the shivering bird the cow turned around, lifted her tail, and plopped a huge cow pie on top of the little bird.

Now the little bird was warm and that made him happy so he started to peep again, very loudly & happily, "PEEP, PEEP, PEEP!"

A coyote was passing by and heard the loud singing.
He came over and with his paw, scooped the birdie out,
cleaned all the poop off him and popped him in his mouth! GULP!

-----------------------------------
and the moral of the story is...

if someone sh!ts on you, they may mean you no harm.
in fact, they might be trying to help you.

on the other hand, just because someone pulls you out of the sh!t,
it does not guarantee they have your best interests at heart.


this is another bedtime story i used to tell my kids.
i thought i would share it with you.
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#437050 - 06/06/13 03:05 AM gregorianika [Re: peroperic2009]
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i had the good fortune of catching a performance of gregorianika at a catholic cathedral in neviges, germany, back in 2011.

it was a beautiful experience.

i even stuck around for autographs and photographs.

the concert i witnessed was 100% a capella and the natural acoustics of the room was incredible. there was no band, just pure sweet vocal music.

this is gregorianika a capella


this is the cathedral exterior (very modern design)


here is the interior


the only thing that bothered me was the person two rows away that coughed at least once per song, all night long, and should have had the courtesy to leave.

so many people glared at her, i thought for sure she would get the message, but she acted oblivious.
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#437647 - 06/10/13 12:14 PM Re: Great and inspiring video & song [Re: peroperic2009]
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i know a change is gonna come! believe it!











THIS is music!

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#437748 - 06/11/13 12:07 AM Re: Great and inspiring video & song [Re: peroperic2009]
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sit back and relax.




lay down and relax.

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#440148 - 07/05/13 05:16 PM Re: Great and inspiring video & song [Re: peroperic2009]
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yeah i know it's a commercial advertisement, but it carries a great message none the less.

smile
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#440160 - 07/05/13 07:33 PM Sexual Healing [Re: peroperic2009]
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http://www.revivallifestyle.com/sexual-healing-poem/

hope you like it.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IlJFvxad1_A


http://poetry.rapgenius.com/Jefferson-bethke-sexual-healing-lyrics
"So lets look as this subject, and i'll tell you why i'm disgusted
So tonight looks like sex will be the topic of discussion
Now sex isn’t evil, for marriage is why God made it
But I know you like come on, Jeff, that’s too outdated.
This is 2011 bro, we do it for recreation
Hey this is even college, so we do it while you’re wasted
But I want to look at that logic let's pop off the seal
And let's question something we thought is already a done deal
For example take a rape victim and once it's revealed
When her bruises go away is she totally healed?
No, the damage is lasting, you can see it in her eyes
If it was just abused recreation, why did it ruin her life?
I mean if sex is just for fun then why on us does it take such a toll?
Maybe its because You don’t have sex with a body, you have sex with a soul.


That means for me there ain't no premarital lovin'
And it ain't just because I don’t want a baby in the oven
Its because I’m staying pure until the day that I’m a husband
But see this wasn’t always me that’s guarantee
So lets go back and see who I used to be
Growing up, I never learned how to treat a lady
If I learned anything from my dad, it was leave the mom, ditch the baby
I don’t say that to get sympathy, I say that to be real
Because according to stats, about 40% of you know how that feels
So I let the TV show me, what the music already told me
No dad at home, so I let MTV mold me
And they sold me, so my life revolved around what girl I could get next
My whole life revolved around this girl name sex
Shoot I gotta confess I'd get at her on text
But it seems the longer we dated, the bigger the mess
But see I've been there, where my girlfriend was late on that time of the month
If you’ve been there too, you know what I mean when I say my heart sunk
I started to justify abortion, I would butter it up
But they don’t have condoms for sin, you can't just cover it up
I didn’t have a baby, thankfully
Its funny how I was pro-life, until it happened to me
So dudes think twice before you desire her just cuz she’s hot
Because your body makes a promise whether you do or not

Sorry I digress, lets get back to the topic
How there are guys in here who pressure her even when she says stop it
You're not a man, you're just a boy who can shave and you put on a good cover
Cuz if you don’t respect her when she says no, you certainly don’t love her
So start studying her heart, and stop studying her booty
Or maybe invest the same amount of time in her, that you do in call of duty
I mean whats make you think you have the right to get a girl and get naughty?
You should have to touch her heart and her mind first before you ever touch her body
Because she longs to be accepted, she longs to be loved
So she gives herself up to another guy's lust
It feels good at first, and then she gets bitter
Cuz the promises of satisfaction it never delivers
See shes like man I don’t want to, its just too tempting
So she keeps opening up the present, just to find its empty
And then she starts to get confused
Because she keeps getting rejected by all these dudes
They tell her on scale of 10 she's a two
But that ain't true, if she only knew
That Jesus, he loves and accepts us
Even when we don’t deserve it, he never rejects us
He heals us from that sin totally infects us
He does what condoms can't, he emotionally protects us
I know some of you like “this guys wack” and you're gonna wanna indict me
But we gotta think rightly, so I'll ask politely
Can we really say this isn’t true even slightly?
Touch the forbidden fruit, just to realize it's poison ivy
Now we’re numb and we’re itching, and jacked up our psyche
You don’t think you just do it, like your name was nike
Not realizing the consequences of sin, is oh so pricey

So this last story is for those who think they’re too dirty
This last story, its for those who think they’re unworthy
Read John chapter 8, the woman caught in adultery
Religious leaders throw her naked in the temple, while she yells “Don’t murder me”
“Jesus! The law commands us to stone this woman!” you hear the hate in their tone
Jesus pauses and then says, “whoever is without sin, you can cast the first stone”
Can you imagine the sound? Silence all around
You hear footsteps walk away, you hear stones hit the ground
Jesus kneels down, the woman thought it was her demise
He lifts up her face, you see the grace in his eyes
I don’t condemn you, go and sin no more
I love and accept you, mercy is yours
If you’re anything like me you’re like no it can't be, no I can't see
Why would he die for me?
Then I saw the scene, where I was redeemed
He reached out and touched me, and said, Jeff, you’re free
Instantly I was wearing the brightest robe I'd ever seen
Perfectly spotless, perfectly clean!
So bright in fact, I thought I'd go blind
I said who’s is this? He said “actually its mine”
So stop and think before you eat what society feeds us
Come follow the King, his name is Jesus
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#454331 - 11/18/13 05:41 PM Re: Great and inspiring video & song [Re: peroperic2009]
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CZMAvoQ4MQ&list=RD7RCM2IeiB00

excellent playlist of relaxing music.

hours and hours of peaceful soundtrack.

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#455543 - 11/30/13 06:57 AM Re: Great and inspiring video & song [Re: peroperic2009]
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Beautiful movie-cartoon about growing and looking to past and very nice theme from it:
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