Times every momment to every day in enternity. Prayers bead. May the Angels brush our path.

Times every momment to every day in enternity. Prayers bead. May the Angels brush our path.
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These were some lines that I pulled where your red flags.


you don’t question him

I was on the phone with him for 8 hours till he reached his destination not caring that I am running a fever. I did it not cuz I had to I did it cuz I wanted to.

Also, if he was married, Did he have permission to look for a second wife?

Sorry you got shooked and jived. The dude is a creep.


Average meaning that they were not dime store beads. Donating them is a good idea. But I am sure I want them for a Mosque use. No matter where I place them in the house there is a bad vibe. I don't use them and actually seeing them grosses me out because I know what a icky person he is. I actually feel bad passing them on cause I know his horrible energy.

I agree they should be on his mother's grave. But I don't think I could practically achieve that.

I want NO contact with him or his "friends" . I thought about have another person contact, but that seems a hassle and Good God no! might draw his creepiness back around.

They are my only prayer beads. Maybe I could trade them.

I got them before I knew what they were. It seems I remember asking him about what they were and him not answering the questions straight. I went to find it, but honestly the letters are so gross with crap and ick. I would rather take a chance on my memory.

I know I would have asked him what they were. And I know I would have asked what religion he was. I do remember him saying spiritual not religious.
Anyway this creep, Kunal, never told me about them. Can you believe I actually wore them as jewelry. Can you cay Madonna labled... -O-.. He was a true freak and creep.

I will send you a link "the Indian Man Journals" Share it as you like. He so needs for the care of the world to be exposed. (if anyone else wants it just ask someone that already has the link, [like me..lol] ) in the mean time I will open it for google.


I would have no way to know where the gave would be. That leaves donation or trade ........

If I trade I would like to have some crafted ones......

If I donated, I should ship them off to some woman's prison along with a Quran. Wonder if koooba has a shortage beads and books? tehehehe._. Anyway. Somewhere choosing.

And say it now and say it public~
I am the sender of these beads and with me they shall go in peace. All ties fair the craf'tier of these beads, cease now.
As God plans.



Amen

the fire from the peral mountains

the fire from the peral mountains
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I was active in faith as I knew it. I just could not accept Jesus as the son of God. I was quite open about that too. I also went through suddhi, but left before dîkshâ. I did maintain austere, to the best of my abilities, but generally prayed and "Mecca-ed" to places I felt a strong "energy". Maybe, it is being from Mississippi. In Mississippi, there are a number of large conclaves of "non-traditional" creeds, except Islam. I vividly remember encountering 3 Muslim gentleman when I was a young teen. They had pamphlets, and seemed troubled. I went up to them an express I too knew it was difficult to share the "good word" and "truth" (I was raised a JW) Their English was very weak. I took one of the thin pamphlets. Not much was communicated. I asked if they had a Quran. I had not heard of one before. They did not have one in English. It was a short encounter. I took the pamphlets and read it. I put it in the trunk of my car with my other books and such. The next Muslim was Bazod. He shared a very closed quartered housing in my first independent home. I did not know he was Muslim, but his ways was "marveled" at amongst those staying there. I know now he was Muslim. At that time I attempted to embrace JWs again. He would have been an influence during my late teens. Then as a young adult, Habeeb, He was totally embraced to Hedonism. He owned a casino and totally lived that life. He used to say often "what a life what a life all this without a wife." He was the one that pulled me away right before dîkshâ. Through I adored him. We could not come to terms on the decadence. He remained. I left. Before I left he would empress on me the need to "cloak" if I was to be austere and walk through the world. Thus began my double yet single life. Of course, this made soul conflicts, which lead me home that lead me to a battle that lead me to a war that lead me to lonely title that drove me away to another land to seek. Where I encountered another in cloak of a different tribe and same tribe, Mustafa. Forces separated us. That led to seek comfort in study that lead to here where I found a Quran in September 04 and accepted December 04. And all through that time. I did not know I all those people had been subjected to Islam, until after I accepted and saw.