Lencois Maranhenses National Park Of Brazil With Sandy Dunes And Natural Pools

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Brazilian National Park Lensoyc Maranenses (Lençóis Maranhenses), is translated from Portuguese means “washing Maranhao.” Maranhao – Brazilian state where the desert and linen locals call the desert because the bright sand reminiscent of top stretched to dry clothes. To preserve this unique desert in 1981 was awarded the status of National Park. On a total area of about 1,000 square meters. km denied entry of private cars.

Lencois Maranhenses National Park Of Brazil With Sandy Dunes And Natural Pools

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O Mahagnao!

In the late 50’s and early 60’s, Guinarona‘s patriarch, Jose B. Raquel, worked on pleadings and resolutions with Congress to make Guinarona a separate town and to enact the law proclaiming Mahagnao Lake and Volcano a national park. To date, only the latter came about.

With a team of three persons, Apoy Jose would trek to Mahagnao to gather first hand information and to take photos. They would camp there for five days, after which they would descend to civilization.

With bravado and flourish, Apoy Jose would explain the importance of having a national park. What is imprinted in my mind though are the photos that they took of the hot springs, the lake, the forests. And in all of them, there were captures of Indian looking “ghosts” with feathered hair bands. Each of the ghosts had mean looking spears.

What are the chances of American Indians appearing in the Philippines through the ether? Might it be that everything is interconnected through an invisible cord?

Every Single Person You’ve Met In Your Life Is There For One Of These 5 Cosmic Reasons – by Life Coach Code

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The Universe that we live in works in mysterious ways. There is chaos in the complexities of its functioning and yet everything is balanced.

It can be rightly said that nothing in this Universe happens by chance. Even the most insignificant incidents happen as planned and serve a greater purpose. Everything that happens is a manifestation of the cosmos.

Our journey through life is not entirely a smooth ride. There are ups and downs. Some roads are rough and others are not. Life is a mystery where all experiences hold equal importance and value. We are lucky that the Universe keeps track of our journey.

Throughout this journey, we meet different people who play different roles and serve different purposes. Some teach us certain life lessons, while others do not leave a lasting impact on us. Some people are meant to stay with us forever, while others…

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The New Rectory Project.

www.kizoa.com_13267746_10209576207507953_863365463104226126_nA rectory is a residence maintained for the use of a parish priest. Traditionally, priests have been reassigned frequently to new churches in many Christian denominations, and the Church maintains residences for their use as a job benefit. Otherwise, a priest would be forced to find a new residence with each change of job, and since priests sometimes entertain guests and receive members of the congregation at home, they would be obliged to look for a residence suitable for entertaining, which could be prohibitively costly.

A variety of terms are used to describe a rectory, depending on the denomination. Parsonage, manse, vicarage, and presbytery are all forms of the rectory, for example. A typical rectory is large enough to accommodate a religious officiant and his or her family, in denominations where priests are permitted to marry. Most rectories also include guest rooms for visiting Church officials, along with a large drawing room for entertaining.

Classically, a rectory is situated close to the Church. This is convenient for the resident, of course, since it makes the commute to work short, and it ensures that the priest is available any time a member of the congregation might require religious assistance. This closeness of the rectory also reflects the administrative nature of the building; many priests use their rectories as offices, and historically the rectory was the headquarters for managing the glebe land owned by the Church.

In the case of the Guinarona San Pascual Baylon Parish, Leyte, PH, we have to have a NEW rectory in order to be considered a diocesan, regional and national shrine for San Pascual Baylon.

PLEASE HELP!

That we are still alive means that we still have projects to fulfill, and the new rectory is one of them.

The Legend of San Pascual Bailon

Way back, in the 17th century, in a monastery in the colonial city, Puebla de Los Angeles (City of the Angels), young brother Pascual worked in the kitchen. Being the youngest, he was assigned the lowliest duties, washing and chopping and fetching. And they kept him hopping!

Not that he minded; he was a cheerful, bouncy boy, and hopping was to his taste. So much so that they called him El Bailón, the Dancer.

One day the whole monastery was in an uproar; the Archbishop was coming to the city and would be visiting the monastery. The brothers were cleaning and polishing, airing rooms and practicing their music. In the kitchen, all hands were busy, peeling, chopping, grinding, tasting, stuffing, frying. Pascual was appointed the task of seeing to the wide cazuela, as wide as his arm was long, where a couple of turkeys simmered in a delicately-flavoured broth. His job was to fan the charcoal flames under the pot and occasionally to give the broth a stir. He felt deeply honoured by this; elated, too. He sang as he worked, and danced with the rhythm of his fanning.

Alas! He was too excited; in one of his triumphant waves of the long wooden spoon over the pot, he hit a rickety shelf on the wall above the stove. It tipped and shook.

And all the spices, the ground chiles, the chocolate for the archbishop’s evening drink, the chopped nuts and seeds, the stale bread cubes and the sugar pilones that were kept on that shelf, slipped, slid, and tumbled into the pot. Disaster!

He did his best to fish the biggest pieces out, but the pot was so big, so wide, the broth so hot, the portions of turkey so much in the way, that all he could find were bits of chile stem and a few nuts. When the head cook looked his way, he was lost. He was banned from the kitchen, sent to scrub tiles in the back patio while the cooks tried to rescue the meat.

Impossible. The archbishop was at the gates. They did the next best thing, strained the new sauce and presented it with a flourish and desperate hopes.

And the archbishop was enchanted; he pronounced this “mole”* the best dish he had ever tasted!

So Pascual, all these years hence, is now called upon by every Mexican cook as she starts her grinding and toasting for the Christmas meal; “San Pascual Bailón, fan my fire!**”

* Mole Poblano. Recipe.
** “Atiza mi fogón!”

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© Susannah Anderson, 2007

Robert Stewart @ In5D – Symptoms, Revelations of Photonic Energy – 5-9-17

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Photonic Energy

by Robert Stewart,
Guest writer, In5D.com

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Are your ears ringing? Do high pitched tones overwhelm your senses whenever you sit in a quiet moment?

You’ve likely been reading about the energies pouring across Earth at this time, and the symptoms they are causing to your physical and etheric bodies. Are you feeling the energies and the changes they bring? Perhaps, you’ve read other articles that guide you through the processing of these energies – these light frequencies, into your consciousness.  Still, many of you may not be aware of the grand dynamic at play in our galaxy that ushers in these changes into our time and space.

So, a brief recap: “Every 13,000 years or so, planet Earth comes into a space/time overlap or period of NULL-TIME… an electromagnetic no-zone or energy vacuum, with complete absence of electromagnetic fields and the temporary suspension of the planetary grid system.”

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