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Escape Plan.

A young woman was serving a life sentence in prison. Angry and resentful about her situation, She had decided that she would rather die to live another year in prison.

Over the years she had become good friends with one of the prison caretaker.
His job among others was to bury the dead prisoners in the grave yard outside the prison walls.


When a prisoner died, the care taker rang a bell which was heard by everyone.The caretaker then got the body and put it in a casket.Next, he entered his office to fill out the death certificate before returning to the casket to nail the lid shut. Finally, he would put the casket on a wagon to take it to thegraveyard and bury it alone.

Knowing this routine, the woman devised an escape plan and shared it with the caretaker. The next time the bell rung, the woman would leave her cell and sneak into the dark room where the coffins were kept.
She would sleep into the coffin with the dead body while the caretaker was filling out the death certificate.
When the care-taker returned, he would nail the lid shut and take the coffin outside the prison with the dead body.
He would then bury the coffin. The woman knew there would be enough air for her to breathe until later in the evening when the caretaker would return to the graveyard under the cover of darkness, dig up the coffin, open it and set her free.

The caretaker was reluctant to go along with this plan, but since him and the woman had become good friends over years, he agreed to do it for her. The woman waited several weeks before someone in the prison died.

She was asleep one day then she heard the death bell ringing.

She got up and slowly walked down the hallway. She was nearly caught a couple of times. Her heart was beating so fast.
She opened the door to the darkened room where the coffins were kept.

Quietly in the dark, she found the coffin that contained the dead body, she carefully climbed into the coffin and pulled the lid shut to wait for the caretaker to come and nail the lid shut. Soon she heard footsteps and pounding of the hammer and nails. Even though she was very uncomfortable in the coffin with the dead body, she knew that with each nail she was
one step closer to freedom.

The coffin was lifted onto the wagon and taken outside to the graveyard. She could feel the coffin being lowered into the ground.
She didn’t make a sound as the coffin hit the bottom of the grave with a thud. Finally she heard the dirt dropping onto the top of the wooden coffin, and she knew that it was only a matter of time until she would be free at last.
After several minutes of absolute silence, she began to laugh. She was free! She was free! Feeling curious, she decided to light a match to find out the identity of the dead prisoner beside her.To her horror, she discovered that she was lying next to the dead “prison caretaker”

MORAL OF THE STORY
Many people believe they have life all figured
out……..
but sometimes it just doesn’t turn out the way they planned it.
Always think of a ”PLAN-B”!
“It’s hard to know what tomorrow holds”
The Happiest people don’t have the best of everything; they just make the best of what they have.

Blogging Inspiration from Tarot subscription!

Life directs you through amazing ways at times, giving you answers when you need it most. I don’t know whether it happens with you as well, if not then I am the lucky one, I guess. Well, to tell you the fact I am new at blogging and like all amateurs, even I have lot of doubts. For example, Why should I blog? How much should I blog? What should I blog?…So this is How I found my answer, being a little mysterious being I am automatically attracted to the occult sciences and I am subscribed to a weekly Tarot Card reading, which I receive  through my email.  So today I opened my email box and this is what I found, It is quiet interesting, so I am sharing it with you.

“Hi Cynthia. Do you love to write and have something to share? The Page of Swords card is an inspirational message that it’s time for you to start putting your work out there into the world, whether it’s your own blog, sending your a book proposal to a publisher, or emailing your friend to tell them a great new idea. This card is all about being brave enough to communicate your truth.

It’s said that we’ve all got at least one book in us. We all have interesting stories to tell, so what’s yours? This is the “go for it” card. I want to encourage you to share your ideas with the world. It can be scary to put yourself out there, but you may also help someone who needed to hear what you had to say. So check your great work out of the library of unwritten masterpieces and get it in print.

The Page of Swords can represent an air sign child (Libra, Aquarius or Gemini), or simply the fun and playful childlike energy of wonder and new ideas. We all do our best writing when we are in the fun flow of what interests and excites us, and we are being true to ourselves no matter what anyone else thinks.

A professional Tarot reader and psychic can be invaluable in helping you understand the special meaning of the Page of Swords for you. Everyone wants to know what is written in their stars and cards, so you should feel free to ask! We have a lovely team live online so get in touch.

Love,
Anna.”

Well if you have viewed this card, same goes for you. Is  it not  inspiring??? Then dear folks great blogging and keep communicating. And if anyone is interested in the Tarot website http://www.free-tarot-reading.net/

The night I encountered ‘Fairies’….*^*

Yes, I know what you are thinking, is it true or just another fictitious blog. Well the truth is even I am not sure because it happened only once and I have no evidence. It was a night just like any other, I was sixteen then. I had gone to my cousin sister’s house to visit her on the weekend , her name is Caroline, being the eldest of us she was married then. I was supposed to spend the night there. I remember that I was a bit disturbed that day, as all teenagers are during their teens combating extreme emotional ups and downs. Even small things are visualized as big problems and finding answers to them, a hectic job. So coming back to the point, we had dinner and I was standing in the dark on the terrace crying my heart out. Later we went to sleep in our respective rooms. I remember clearly that everybody had settled to sleep and a silence prevailed in the room. I was sleeping in the corner just beside the wall, with still big sobs in my eyes.

I was not still asleep when I felt a pinch on my index finger of my left hand which was just near my face, and not much later I thought someone just pulled a lock of my hair which was lying open and covering a part of my face. A let out a small squeal and thought an insect must have bitten me. As my eyes were full of  tears, I thought I did not see properly. I saw a small creature on my finger it was white, glowing and had wings. It was just a moment, I squeezed my eyes to let the tear drops fall, so I could see clearer. And I was amazed to see what I saw,  a series of thoughts passed by, like I must be dreaming, or maybe hallucinating  or maybe because I am sad or something, but even thoughts got disturbed when I saw a few more tiptoeing one behind the other a little scared, from behind the wall. The one playing with me was the fearless of them all and maybe what people say are right, they are little pranksters, enjoying themselves. The others were shy.It was a marvelous encounter and didn’t want to scare them  But by this time I became very scared, first of all I had never seen something like this. It may have been a dream but I could feel all the biting and pulling havoc. I just took a small breath and sat upright.

As soon as I got up these tiny pixies not more than two inches, with wings, white an shiny a little transparent kind of and off course flying and jumping  quickly scurried behind the wall. Before I could understand the whole incident everything was silent and dark again. I looked around to see my siblings fast asleep. I quietly lay back waiting for a while to see if they come back. They never came back and after some time I fell asleep and for sure I forgot the crying part of the story. The next morning I was happy and glad but the incident of the night before, when I encountered the fairies  I am sharing with you for the first time in my life. I don’t know what you are going to make of it. But I am seriously asking that if any of you have come across any such situations please tell me, so that I don’t feel like the odd one out.

Just wanted to say…Hi! Have a Good Day!

Sometimes time just stops by and everything seems empty. Pondering on our life, we wish for many things and a moment comes when you feel the connection with the whole world, you feel the whole world being in you and you being a part of the whole world. This is same instance when I feel one with you and though may be I don’t know you, I still feel you are not unknown and at this same instance , I just want to say Hi! Have a Good Day. And this is for you.

What’s with Friday the 13th?

Oops!! It’s again Friday the thirteenth, and don’t worry Friday the thirteenth can occur as frequently as 3 times a year,either in February, March and November in an ordinary year (such as 1987), or January, April and July in leap years (such as 2012) and also longest period that can occur without a Friday the 13th is fourteen months.

But what makes the date so important are the many superstitions that are connected to it, The fear of Friday the 13th has been called friggatriskaidekaphobia  (Frigga being the name of the Norse goddess for whom “Friday” is named and triskaidekaphobia meaning fear of the number thirteen), or paraskevidekatriaphobiaa concatenation of the Greek words Paraskeví (Παρασκευή, meaning “Friday”), and dekatreís (δεκατρείς, meaning “thirteen”) attached to phobía (φοβία, from phóbos, φόβος, meaning “fear”).

Though we cannot date back, as to when superstitions  started to be connected to this particular date, the foremost documented evidence lies in 1869, a biography of  ‘Gioachino Rossini’  written by  Henry Sutherland Edwards. He stated that Rossini feared the date  and eventually , died on the same day. We can say the law of attraction works both ways and if we keep anticipating something bad we can become the victim of it. We should stop feeding our minds with bad thoughts since negativity can also get powerful and take form.

In the Western Culture moreover in the Christian theology, Christ died on a Friday, which makes it automatically a ‘cursed’ day  and Thirteen is significant to Christians because it is the number of people who were present at the Last Supper (Jesus and his 12 apostles). Judas, the apostle w­ho betrayed Jesus, was the 13th member of the party to arrive. The thirteenth card in the Tarot deck is the death card but the appearance of it signifies transformation, in short- death of the present circumstances giving way to new opportunities.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We can notice that there is an acceptance to the no.12 and we do not move on to the 13 for example we have only twelve  months, twelve zodiac signs, twelve hours of the clock, twelve Gods of Olympus , twelve tribes of Israel( Bible), twelve apostles of Christ , twelve successors of Mohammad , etc., we can considerably go on..

It has affected human mind to such an extent that people avoid doing anything auspicious on this day, people go to the extent of avoiding routine chores as well. Avoid room no.13 in hotels,  no.13 floors are skipped in buildings,  no.13 gates are excluded, wards and beds of hospitals and the list goes on. Statistics show that the result of the influence on the mass indicates decline in economic scale on  Friday the 13th but one good side effect is decline in no. of accidents since people avoid going out.

But the question still survives, what’s with Friday the thirteenth? We as humans have a tendency to displace our responsibilities on others, it is hard for us to accept our faults and very easily we put the blame on others even on mere dates. So today if something bad occurs, place the blame on the date, “Friday the Thirteenth”.

 

 

 

Home is where your heart is.

How many times does it happen in our lives, that we feel the urge to push open the  front door of our house and run away somewhere very far?  Somewhere far from a place called “Home”.

What is the literal meaning of home? It basically means  a residence of a person, family or household or the place in which one’s domestic affections are centered. In short where our family is and yet we want to break free, why?

Simple because we are not happy there,  our heart lies somewhere else. Yes we can be unhappy at times within our homes, can be for unlimited reasons. One of the biggest  reasons could be adjustment problems with our family members, could also be our own mother, in  rarest of  occasions. We could also go to the extent of living separate.

To think of taking a respite for a while is different, but to move permanently, we need to make many changes, take many challenges, if it is worthwhile its fine, if not try giving it  second thought. Say if we have to continue in the same place without any alternative, then what?

We get emotionally hurt because we let others hurt us, they abuse us once we abuse ourselves manifolds by pondering over the same issues. Let go of things at times, let go of possessions, let go of worries, let go of  setbacks, move on from all this, it is in the mind where a person is hurt not in a place.

Cleanse your heart of hatred, it destroys us more than anybody else can. Try innovative ways of dealing with domestic issues, even decorating our house or doing gardening at times can deviate our mind from standing issues, and some issues, tend to subside with passage of time. Major ones can be  sought out with an elder, a good friend, a consultant , a legal adviser. Running away is not the only way of combating domestic issues, where many people can be affected by our decision.

We must try to bring back our heart where our family is, where our Home is.