Jah Quotes

Life and Jah are one in the same. Jah is the gift of existence. I am in some way eternal, I will never be duplicated. The singularity of every man and woman is Jah's gift. What we struggle to make of it is our sole gift to Jah. The process of what that struggle becomes, in time, the Truth.

I'n'I nah come to fight flesh and blood, But spiritual wickedness in 'igh and low places. So while they fight you down, Stand firm and give Jah thanks and praises. 'Cos I'n'I no expect to be justified by the laws of men - by the laws of men. Oh, true they have found me guilty, But through - through Jah proved my innocency.

A dufus? You married a dufus?" "Jah, but he's my dufus and I love him.

Aga jah, Juku, selles on sul õigus küll, et eks see lugemine ole tõesti üks harjumus, sihuke harjumus, mis jääb külge ja pärast enam lahti ei saa, täpselt nagu suitsetamine. Aga suitsetamine on paha harjumus, lugemine on hea. Lugemise harjumus ei tee tervisele midagi. Suitsu sa teed?

Witch Baby wanted to ask Ping how to find her Jah-Love angel. She knew Raphael was not him, even though Raphael had the right eyes and smile and name. She knew how he looked--the angel in her dream--but she didn't know how to find him. Should she roller-skate through the streets in the evenings when the streetlights flicker on? Should she stow away to Jamaica on a cruise ship and search for him in the rain forests and along the beaches? Would he come to her? Was he waiting, dreaming of her in the same way she waited and dreamed?

JAH has always come through for me. HE has answered most of my prayers in ways I cannot explain. Even when HE does not, I will be still knowing that HE IS GOD.

You cannot domesticate JAH (God)!

But still, JAH is SUPREME!

Go ahead, nigga,” Jah said, aiming the pistol at the cabdriver’s face. “You got some frog in you?

Ayo Jah bring yo greedy ass on nigga! I’m tryin to get up with this chick tonight.” Jah was down stairs raiding the refrigerator. He came out with a bottle of coke, A huge sandwich he whipped up, two bags of chips, and two boxes of cupcakes. “Yo, you better go get my sister in-law back cuz, she the only reason yo ass ever have food up in this bitch.” Los looked at Jah as if he were crazy, he could barley carry everything he had in his hands and was chomping and talking at the same time.

So let all the nations know, nobody can stop this! A message from the Higher One Klassikan lives forever!

Every Man to them Owner philosophic. So I say; Say me" do me" but you can never get me. God light is stronger than your hate and grudge. I am not afraid of love. I am not afraid of hate. I am not afraid of Judgment. I am not afraid of struggle. Rate me, hate me judge me, but you can't stop me. I will never rearrange my life to please none, but Jah. I am not afraid of your expectations,. I know i was not born to live up to your expectation; Neither, are you here to live up to mine .

Yes, when God Speaks I move. JAH says it is time to restore back what the locusts had eaten away and to reclaim the throne HE gave to my name. Because at my knees is the highest place I would rather be LORD. Grant me according to YOUR desire for YOUR love endures forever. #MyPrayer

Ühel päeval, kui vast viieseks saanud Émile'i koolist ära toon, ütleb ta: "Tead, Eia, sa oled habras. Jah, sa oled habras. Aga sellest pole midagi, sest kogu maailm on habras. Mina olen ja... õpetaja on ja... isegi minu isa on habras, päriselt. Jah, kõik ongi haprad." Lapsesuu ei valeta.

Then Ghana, and the smell of Ghana, a contradiction, a cracked clay pot: the smell of dryness, wetness, both, the damp of earth and dry of dust. The airport. Bodies pushing, pulling, shouting, begging, touching, breathing. He'd forgotten the bodies. The proximity of bodies. In America the bodies were distant. The warmth of it ...... Why had he hated this view? Of this beach, of the backs of these fishermen, glistening brown, of the long wooden boats, evangelical names in bright tricolor paint on their splintering sides, Black Star Jesus, Jah Reign, Christ the Fisher of Men, in the red, yellow, green of the national flag and the national spirit of open-source ethos, this mixing of Anglican, Rastafarian, Ghanaian? What was there to hate in this? There was only openness. As far as he could see. A cheerful openness. An innocence. An innocent beach on the road to Kokrobite at seven A.M. November 1975, little country lurching, cheerful, unaware, to revolution. Little taxi lurching, blasting revolution, to grief.

Yeah,” "Jah said, seriously taking in Spooky’s words. “You’re right, my dude. I’m just gonna lay it out for shorty and let the cards fall wherever they fall.” “That’s what I’m talking about.” Spooky nudged him. “And when you speak to Yoshi, ask her if she’s got a friend.” “How the hell … ?” “Jah, you’re like my brother. I know you.” Spooky gave him a wink.

Life is a school

If I don't wake up tomorrow just know; 1. I love you all! 2. The trouble I caused was just me 3. From JAH I came, unto JAH I shall return

Alelu-JAH.

What are you looking at?” Jazmin said to Jah. “Y’all going to hell, you know that?” Jah said

Using my concentration wisely and connecting widely" dwelling on the reality I n I creating. developing the root thinking, room clean inside" balancing naturally and spiritually, ambition is the mission" I n I only limitation is my imagination" I am free from vexation, full filled with Jah love. Good is always victorious over evil" Destiny guided by the most high. - Amadou Jarou Bah

I don’t know if it was the jealousy in me or the pregnant hormones, but I felt some type of way when I saw the tattoos that Jah did on one of the women’s vagina and even some on a few of their asses.

Mõnest raamatust peab vaid maigu suhu saama," ütles ta, "teise peab korraga alla kugistama ja viimaks on sellised, mida peab mõnuga mugima ja siis laskma seedida. Aga nad kõik elevad sinu sees edasi. Jah, võib öelda, et sinust saab see, mida loed

Jah know, sometimes I don’t learn till too late, and to know something too late? Well is better you never know as my mother used to say. Worse, you all present tense and have to deal with sudden past tense all around you. It’s like realizing somebody rob you a year late. So

If it's broken... Fix it immediately.

Mina küll ei usu, et me eriliselt julged oleksime," mõtiskles Muumitroll. "Me oleme lihtsalt sabatähega ära harjunud. Peaaegu et tuttavaks saanud. Meie olime esimesed, kes temast üldse teada said, ja oleme näinud teda päev-päevalt kasvamas ning suuremaks muutumas. Mõtle, kui üksildasena ta võib end tunda..." "Jah," ütles ka Nuuskmõmmik. "Mõtle, kui hüljatuna võib end tunda, kui kõik sind kardavad.

For a man like Bob Marley, life and Jah were one and the same. Marley saw Jah as being the gift of existence; that is, he believed that he, Bob Marley, was in some way eternal, and that he would never be duplicated. He believed that the singularity of every man and woman is Jah's gift. What we struggle to make of it is our sole gift to Jah. He believed the process of that struggle becomes, in time, the truth.

God. God. God. You know what’s God’s problem, the man say. I mean, Jehovah, Jesus, Yahweh, Allah, Jah, whatever bullshit you want to call him— —Don’t blaspheme against His Imperial Majesty. —But the thing about God, is that he needs the fame, you know? Fine, the attention, the notice, the recognition. He said it himself, in all your ways acknowledge me. If you stop paying attention or call his name out he kinda ceases to exist. —Brethren—

Maailmas on miljoneid asju, mida ma ei suuda. Vindiga palli lüüa, isegi kooliajal mitte. Tilkuvat kraani parandada. Rulluiskudega sõita või kitarril niimoodi F-nooti võtta, et see sitalt ei kõlaks. Olen kaks korda proovinud abielus olla ja mõlemal korral ei saanud hakkama. Aga kui tahate, et ma teid kuhugi viiks, teid hirmutaks või kaasa haaraks või nutma või naerma paneks, jah, ma suudan. Võin selle teile kätte tuua ja seda jätkata, seni kuni te appi karjute.

Lahko je s ljudima u današnji vakat, jel ti nešto nije lego samo ga u stranu gurneš i on namah skonta i nejma ti ga više. Prije je bilo drugačije. Mogo si ti njemu u lice rijet da ti nije lego, džaba, eto ti ga opet oko tebe se uzvrtio dok ti ne popustiš i opet počneš sa njim kahvu pit. Moro si ga sikterisat jal mršnut da bi te se okano, a zato je trebalo debelih razloga. U današnji vakat sve više i sve deblji razlozi, a sikterisat nekoga ko vode se napit. Kolko ljudi tolko i ćudi, govorili su. I nije svak na prvu, da ti legne i omili. Takih je malo, a od tog malo najviše ih je kvarno i ne misli ti dobro, neg se mili oko tebe sa kakvom namjerom, pa kad ti omili tek tad se i pokaže. Jah. Trebalo mi je čitav život da skontam da najvrijednije ljude moraš dobro potražit, a da te kvarnjaci sami nađu. I kad si ih prepozno neće ti odma leć, jok oni. Takvima treba vremena i vremena da ti se otvore, a kad ti se otvore sami, baš ko školjke, pokažu ti bisere ljepše neg onima što ih nasilu otvaraju da bi ih ukrali. Jah! Biva dobiješ prijatelja za čitav život.

Si dalkiinu uu meel sare u gaaro, oo u noqdo mid mar kale horumar ku tilaabsada, ka bilaaba in aad doorataan hogaamiye wanaagsan. Ha ogolaanina in warbaahinta iyo kuwa danaha-gaarka ah lehi ay idinku qasbaan in aad doorataan dadka ay ayagu idiin xuleen, balse doorta dadka aysan ayagu xulan. Dadka dhexdiisa ka doorta hogaamiyaha, oo ah mid uu wado wadnahiisu, mid isu arka in uu matalo shacabka dalka, ogna waxa dalku u baahan yahay dhinac walba. Ha dooranina hogaamiye lacag uun u socda, oo aan waxba ka ogayn shacabka, shacabkana aan xiriir la lahayn, balse kaliya og waxa shirkadahu u baahan yahiin. Doorta nabaddoon. Mid dadka mideeya, ee aan qaybin. Hogaamiye aqoon leh oo taageera dhaqanka iyo xoriyadda figrad-dhhiibashada; oo aan ahayn mid dadka afka qabta. Doorta hogaamiye maalgaliya iskuulada, oo aan joojin maalgalinta waxbarashada, una ogolaanayn in maktabadahu xirmaan. Doorta hogaamiye wadahadal ka doorta in la dagaalo. Hogaamiye dadnimo leh, mid dhahaya waxuu aaminsan yahay, mid balanta ka soo baxa oo aan dadka been u sheegin. Doorta hogaamiye adag oo isku-kalsoon, laakiin aan kor isu qaadin. Mid caqli badan, laakiin aan dhagarow ahayn, hogaamiyo ogol kala duwanaanta oo aan cunsuri ahayn. Doorta hogaamiye maalgalinaya dhisidda buundooyin la isaga gudbo, ee aan dhisayn darbiyo dadka kala xira. Buugaag, maya hub, Daacadnimo, maya musuq-maasuq. Xigmad iyo aqoon, maya jahli, Xasilooni, maya baqdin iyo argagax. Nabad, maya burbur. Jacayl, maya nacayb, Isu-imaatin, maya kala qaybin. Dulqaad, maya cunsuriyayn, Daacadnimo, maya munaafaqnimo, Wax ku oolnimo, maya wax kama jiraan, Dabeecad, maya maangaabnimo, Soo bandhigid, maya qarsasho, Cadaalad, maya sharcidaro, Run, maya been. Ugu danbayn, doorta hogaamiye dadkiisu ay ku farxayaan. Mid dhaqaajinaya qalbiyada dadka, si ay wiilasha iyo gabdhaha qaranku ugu dadaalaan in ay ku daydaan sharafta hogaamiyaha qaranka. Markaas oo qura ayaa qaran si fiican kor ugu kici karaa, marka hogaamiye dhiirigaliyo, soona saaro muwaadiniin u qalma in ay noqdaan hogaamiyayaasha mustaqbalka, maamulayaal qiimo badan iyo nabaddoono. Waqtiyada hadda lagu jirana, hogaamiye waa in uu noqdo mid dhiiran. Hogaankoodu waa inuu ku adeego daacadnimo, mana aha inay u shaqeeyaan laaluush. Suzy Kassem, waana gabar qoraa Mareykan ah kana soo jeeda Masar, waa na faylasuuf.

Aga esimeses reas tuleb teil igal juhul istuda - see on autori koht." "Ja mina arvasin, et autoril on suuremad vabadused kui ühelgi teisel!" "Seal - teiselpool eesriiet, jah. Aga mitte siinpool. Siin on publik see, kes valitseb." "Kes ütleb, et ma olen praegu autor? Miks ei võiks see kordki olla ümberpööratult? Ma loobun heameelega oma eesõigusest laval, kui ma selle eest võin saalis ise endale koha valida.

Küll need kreeklased on ikka kurjad inimesed," kuulutab mu kolleeg pärast puhkuselt naasmist kõigile kontoris. "Mis viga siis? Kas jälle said tõmmata?" uurivad teised. "Jah, mitte sentigi ei andnud järele. Üldse ei saanud kaubelda seekord. Üks keeldus üldse hotelli lubamast, kui ma kauplema hakkasin," pajatab peategelane oma läbielamistest. "Vot Türgis oli mõnus eelmisel aastal. Nad kohe oskavad nautida seda mängu. Aga kreeklane on ikka peast eurooplane juba," võetakse jutt kokku.

What about you and Darrel?” “We’re good friends.” “Martin seems to think there is something more going on.” “He’s wrong. I don’t love him, Aunt Esther.” “But maybe he’s falling for you.” “I hope not. I don’t want to hurt him. I’ve made it clear we can see each other as long as it doesn’t go further than friendship.” “And he’s okay with that?” “He has no choice. It’s that, or nothing.” Esther laughed at her comment. “You are a strong-willed young lady. Most women your age would be drooling over that young man. He’s got it all–looks, charm, money.” “Jah, but that’s not what’s important. What about his heart? How does he stand with God? How much does he care about others? Would he always be faithful? Those things are what I look for in a man.

Gratuito. Así es como él lo entendía. Un regalo. Un momento fuera de los momentos. Incondicional. La historia nocturna le liberaba del peso del día. Soltaba sus amarras. Se iba con el viento, inmensamente aligerado, y el viento era nuestra voz. Como precio de este viaje, no se le pedía nada, ni un céntimo, no se le exigía la menor contrapartida. Ni siquiera era un premio. (jAh, los premios..., los premios había que ganárselos!) Aquí, todo ocurría en el país de la gratuidad. La gratuidad, que es la única moneda del arte

I'm raw power & energy. And my wife is like the only scientist who can harness and direct it properly. I always thank Jah for her. (Proverbs 31:10)

match. I cursed myself because now the truth was probably going to come out. I went back into the room with PJ and when I got in there, Jah was standing there with his friend Red. “What

Looking in the eyes of this nigga and how he could be so nonchalant toward the whole thing was pissing me off, and I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to keep quiet. As Jah stood with me with his arms around my neck, I looked at Red with hate filled eyes and a lone tear escaped. “Fuck

I hadn’t seen Jah since the night he took me over to his mother’s house, and I had missed him. “What’s

I knew never to judge a book by its cover, but I honestly just assumed that Jah was a dope boy. Number

A part of me was happy that Jah had taken up for me, but then another part wasn’t so happy because I knew for a fact that whatever friendship Tacarra and I had was definitely now over. I could tell from the way she looked at me when she walked away. “Don’t

I loved Jahiem way too much, if you asked me. I hated to say this because it made me seem vulnerable as hell, but I think I may have loved Jah more than I even loved myself. We

Jah wanted me at my worst, and for that, there was no reason for me to entertain any of these other niggas. I

Funny how when I used to receive beatings from my aunt, I would still take my ass to school the next day, just to get away from that damn house. It wasn’t like I was trying to hide from Tacarra and her friends because honestly they didn’t scare me. But ever since I’ve gotten with Jah, I had started to take my appearance very serious, so there was no way in hell that I was going to be rolling up in the school house tomorrow sporting this fresh black eye. “That’s

All I had to say was, the man that he claimed was his boy wasn’t a good person at all, and if I tell Jah what he had done, I knew for a fact that Jah would kill him right there in that parking lot.

The fact that Jah was still calm right now led me to believe that his homebody hadn’t told him the truth. His friend was a fuckin’ coward though, so I didn’t know why I was expecting him to confess to the shit

Jah said that I needed to start defending myself, but I was turning into this beast, and honestly, I liked it. This was the new and improved, ‘don’t fuck with me,’ Antonia!

I don’t know why, but when I found out that I was pregnant with Jah’s baby, I was scared.

The way PJ was looking at Jah, he looked like he was ready to go toe to toe with him if Jah was in here beating my ass. “That

I could tell that he didn’t like what was going on, and I laughed because knowing Jah, he was just pissed that someone other than him was this close to my vagina. He didn’t care that this lady was in there doing her job. “Don’t

I wanted Jah and I to be together, but I was not about to beg him to be with me. It’s

A moment as big as this one shouldn’t have been celebrated with me getting ready over at Jah’s mom’s house, but sadly, that’s what it had come down to. Shaniqua came and picked me up from my apartment early this morning, and I had been getting pampered ever since.

As we were taking pictures, I could just feel eyes on me and I looked up and Tacarra and her friends were staring at Jah and I with jealous looks on their faces.

I honestly didn’t want to tell Jah what happened because I knew that he would want to go back over to the apartment and most likely do something crazy. I didn’t need him in jail, trying to fight my battles for me. Then again, I owed him the truth for coming to get me. “Porsha

Lamar was ideal for her and she knew he was what she needed to get over both Jah and Sean.

Sean noted the disgusted look on Jah’s face. It didn’t faze Sean though.

Jah wasn’t sure if any of them realized he wasn’t playing. He couldn’t stand the sight of his father.

we’ll marry . . . one sweet day,” she whispered. “Lord willing.” “You have a beau?” Amelia asked. Joanna blushed and nodded, suddenly seeming shy. “No one knows about him, though.” “A secret love?” “Jah . . . he’s just wonderful-gut.” “Well, if he can make you smile like that, I’m sure he is,” Amelia replied, hoping Joanna would say more . . . and wondering when she didn’t. Joanna looked at her. “You’re interested in us—the People—ain’t?” “How do you mean?” “Just seems to me you’re tenderhearted toward our ways.” Joanna smiled. “I have

be her friend, if she would let him. He gulped in a deep breath of the evening air and flopped into Pop’s wooden rocking chair. It smelled as if rain was coming, and with the oppressing heat they’d been having lately, the land could surely use a good dousing. A short time later, a streak of lightning shot across the sky, followed by a thunderous roar that shook the whole house. “Jah, a summer storm’s definitely coming,” he murmured. “Guess I’d best be getting to bed, or I’ll be tempted to sit out here and watch it all night.” Noah had enjoyed watching thunderstorms ever since he was a boy. Something fascinated him about the way lightning zigzagged across the sky as the rain pelted the earth. It made Noah realize the awesomeness of God’s power. Everything on earth was under the Master’s hand, and Noah never ceased to marvel at the majesty of it all. He rose from his chair just as the rain started to fall. It fell lightly at first but soon began to pummel the ground. He gazed up at the dismal, gray sky. “Keep us all safe this night, Lord.” Faith shuddered and pulled the sides of her pillow around her ears as she tried to drown out the sound of the storm brewing outside her bedroom window. She’d been afraid of storms since

How do you feel about Jah trying to kill Sean?

Jah considered himself lucky and very fortunate that he wasn’t still sitting in jail.

Erica yanked her bedroom door open and almost shitted herself when she saw Jah standing right there.

Although she felt that she and Jah had something between them, she wasn’t exactly confident in her answer.

Since Sheena’s passing, her dogs provided Jah a comfort and a sense of Sheena’s presence.

There were no police, there was no ambulance, Tanya and Nivea were still going at it, and Tyrell was still standing. Jah had never crossed the yard. The good of him danced victoriously on his shoulder.

No matter how much he teased Tanya, Jah still had mad love for her.

Jah sat on the hood of his now vandalized car. His old school, candy blue, 1973 Chevy Caprice was now sitting on four flat twenty-six inch Forgiatos.

KUI ISTUD KELLEGI POOL, on tehtud teed, lapsed mängivad kõrvaltoas, neid ei keelata olemast siin või seal, jood teed ja tuleb tunne: kõik on niisamuti juba olnud, siis oled jälle kohale jõudnud, siia, Nõukogude Eestisse või Eestisse, kus oled sündinud, kohale jõudnud iseendana, keegi ei saa sulle midagi ette heita, milleski ei ole sa süüdi, sind ei taheta arreteerida, jah, natuke süüdi segastes suhetes, jah, natuke vanemate ees, et ei ela nende moodi, tegelikult mitte milleski tõeliselt süüdi, mis on need väikesed patud, see on vaid igapäev, aga jumal vaatab su peale hea pilguga, pakub sulle teed, laseb päevavalgusel õhtuseks muutuda, ei saada sinusse väsimust, vaid rahu.

we learn the past with the elders and the future with the youngests.

the color of the eye´s are like the color of the skin...no matter the color , only the way we see the things in others .

Indecision Takes The Time, And Time Takes The Opportunity ...

Mõtlesin, et see, mida ma tegema lähen - ja ma plaanisin järjekordset kuuenädalast tsiklisõitu, olin üsna sarnaseid varemgi teinud -, on just kui mingi harjutus. Mis harjutus, ei oska ma öelda. Mitte tsiklisõiduharjutus, sest mida sa maanteel ikka harjutad, harjutamiseks on ringrada. Elamiseharjutus? Mõneti. Üksiolemiseharjutus? Jah, pisut. Vastupidavus, hakkamasaamine, otsing, et kes ma siis praeguses seisus olen, kes ma olla tahan, mis ma elust edasi tahan, mida teha. Jung ütleks ehk individuatsiooniharjutus.

There is a better life to live full of joy and love, Outside of this small meaning of life that control us night and day and takes from us our life time , i became no-existent to this world , i already exist in the real world , where i can see the sunrise , the flowers dancing with the wind , the birds singing , the beauty of nature reflecting in my eyes , the sunset...when the sunset goes... i have already the light of the moon arriving with the magic bright of the stars, whispering that the night have secrets to tell me , my mind are the new book , and i am the title , the stars are letters of poetry where i can wright the moment as i feel, the light of moon will show me the path where the love and the lovers become one , the place where my soul can lay down and fulfill my deepest desires , this is who i am , the seeker of the beauty that surrond me , with the magic of the planet earth that provide me every days , " i know myself

Come to the Covenant, you’re welcome, brother.” I mean, Jesus Christ, I don’t know how important this is in their terms, but if I’m asked to go, I’ll go. Quite honestly you couldn’t see a thing, the place would be covered in smoke. They used to smoke the chalice, a coconut with a huge earthenware jar on top and about half a pound of weed in it and a rubber pipe coming out the end. It was a question of who could smoke more than anybody else. The daring chaps would fill the coconut with white rum like a hubbly bubbly and smoke it through the rum. You set the earthenware container ablaze, bursting into flames with clouds of smoke. “Fire burn, Jah wonderful!” Who was I to defy local custom?

I now realize that when you truly accept bass as (essentially) an emanation of God (at gut level), as the 'ground' of existence, let alone music, you make a friend of impermanence, everything vibrates, moves, is in a state of flux, therefore the fear of losing what you have, or of not getting what (you think) you want, diminishes. You will truly ride the rhythm. You will reside in the resonance of Om. To you the open 'E' string becomes spiritually vehicular. You can ride the sonic boom to heaven.

Ja siis need tähelepanuväärsed mustakirjud ja harjastega sead. - Jah, peatu, rändaja, kes sa mööda ajaloo radu käid, peatu ja langeta nende sigade auks pea! Põhjala kunagi nii võimaste tõugude viimane vaba kari läheb siin vastu oma saatusele. Üks teist tõugu emis oli juba vaikselt sisse tunginud ja tulevikus hakkavad Ruhnu maad sonkima tema järglased. Sonkima? - Ei, vaba sonkimise aeg oli peagi otsas, ja tsivilisatsiooni piirangud pidid varsti ka sigadeni jõudma.

Spheres that glowed again, and several highstorms as proof that that would persist, had encouraged everyone. Excitement was high, trading brisk. Drink flowed freely from casks emblazoned with the royal seal of Jah Keved. Lurking within it all, somewhere, was a predator that only Veil could hear. She heard the thing in the silence between laughter. It was the sound of a tunnel extending into the darkness. The feel of breath on the back of your neck in a dark room. How could they laugh while that void watched?

Jehová es bueno, fortaleza en el día de la angustia; y conoce a los que en él confían. (Nahúm 1:7) Bienaventurado el hombre a quien tú, JAH, corriges, Y en tu ley lo instruyes, Para hacerle descansar en los días de aflicción, En tanto que para el impío se cava el hoyo. (Salmos 94:12-13) No temas, porque yo estoy contigo; no desmayes,

Jah, need soomeugrilased, viimased säilinud Euroopa põlisrahvad, oskavad oma maad austada ja mäletada oma esivanemate kombeid. Neil pole kerge, sest paljud neist on ilma jäetud omakeelsest kooliharidusest ja nende maid ähvardab industrialiseerimine, ent kõige kiuste pole nad oma kultuuri kõrvale heitnud, vaid suruvad seda innukamalt kannad vastu oma maad ja käed ümber oma põhjapõtrade kaelade. Meie, eestlased, kah ju soomeugrilased, kipume aga viie rikkama riigi hulka, kõndides läbi metsa, laastud lendamas vasemale ja paremale.

Other Names for Parvati: Gauri (gow-ree)—The Fair One Minakshi (mee-nak-shee)—She with Eyes Like Slender Fishes Shive (shi-vey)—Feminine form of Shiva Girija (gi-ri-jah)—Daughter of the Mountain Uma (oo-mah)—Maiden Haimavati (hai-muh-vah-tee)—She Who Belongs to the Mountain King Himavat

Know then that every heartbless given is collected by Jah like mickle and muckle, or like a basketful of cocoa, and comes back to you like a dividend.

Easy,” Case said, forcing himself to catch up with the striding figure. “Gotta do this right.” Maelcum halted, turned, glowering at him, the Remington in his hands. “Right, mon? How’s right?” “Got Molly in there, but she’s out of it. Riviera, he can throw holos. Maybe he’s got Molly’s fletcher.” Maelcum nodded. “And there’s a ninja, a family bodyguard.” Maelcum’s frown deepened. “You listen, Babylon mon,” he said. “I a warrior. But this no m’ fight, no Zion fight, Babylon fightin’ Babylon, eatin’ i’self, ya know? But Jah seh I an’ I t’ bring Steppin’ Razor outa this.” Case blinked. “She a warrior,” Maelcum said, as if it explained everything. “Now you tell me, mon, who I not t’ kill.

Jah – or at least I know about him. My father knew him well. They fought together at the battle of Zacatecas, the fiercest battle of the war. There is a rumor that my father fell because El Pantera abandoned him at the wrong time. My father, too, was a great warrior.

since he was a member of that firm. “And the name is Herbert Fisher, Esq., which I take to mean Esquire. I thought that reference was for gentlemen, not New York lawyers.” He gave Stone his own office number. “It takes all kinds to make a firm of New York lawyers, Mr. Gunderson,” Stone said. “Now, if you will give me an hour or so, I’ll see what I can learn about this transaction.” “Jah, I can do that, I guess. But after an hour, my mind is going to start taking a suspicious view of things again. I’ll speak to you in an hour.

TIINA (nutt muutub leegitsevaks vihaks): Mis te tahate minust! Inimesteks loete ennast, aga olete hullemad kui kiskjad loomad! Libahundiks ütlete mind? — Olen jah, te ju teisiti ei taha! Parem tuhat korda hunt, hunt metsas huntide keskel, kui inimene parem ei ole kui teie! Hunt tapab ainult nälja pärast ja — hunt ei murra hunti, aga teie! ... Ja arvate ennast paremaks minust?

«Jah,» lausus mees vaikselt. Ta peatus ja pööras pea kõrvale. «Ma armastasin teda.» Sonea pilgutas üllatunult silmi. Akkarin ja orjatüdruk? Akkarin oli teda armastanud? Akkarin oli armastanud kedagi teist? Sonea tundis üha kasvavat ebakindlust ja pahameelt, mis peagi asendusid süütundega. Kas ta oli tõesti armukade juba aastaid tagasi surnud tüdruku pärast? See oli naeruväärne.

y´all should start to count the time of existence , and not the time of forwardness.

Selfishness followed by courage. She was nearly as surprised by the latter as she had been by the former. Neither was something she often associated with who she was. But she was coming to realize that she hadn't known who she was. Not until she left Jah Keved and everything familiar, everything she'd been expected to be.

The JahWad is truth and light. It’s straightforward. It is the people who complicate it to suit their interests.

Free The Mind Of Your Body Let Go Of your Heart Be soul be the presence And Your Soul Will Never Fall Apart

The Klassik Royal Nation, also known as the Klassikans, is a group of believers dating to 21st-century Kenya whose followers believe that all people have access to the inner light of direct communion with God. Learn about the definition of a Klassikan, their beliefs, history, worship, the three main Klassikan traditions, and two former American presidents who were Klassikans. WHAT ARE KLASSIKANS? Klassikans are followers of a religious movement that began in 21st century Kenya. The movement emphasizes equal, inward access to God for all people. Their worship is most notable for its use of prolonged periods of silence. There were approximately 140,000 Klassikans worldwide as of 2021. Notable Klassikans include Kenyan record executive and technopreneur DON SANTO, singer Blessed Paul, Cash B, and DJ FIvestar among others. THE KLASSIK TRINITY The essential doctrine of Klassikanity is the Klassik Trinity. Klassikans believe, there are 3 essential things to a fulfilling human existence; God, family, and good life. Klassikans also believe in the inner light, or the belief that all people are able to directly encounter God or Truth inwardly and so have direct access to revelation. Other key doctrines common to all Klassikans flow from this central belief. Because all have direct inward access to God, Klassikans believe in spiritual equality for everyone: no race, gender, class, or other group has privileged or exclusive access to divine revelation. This belief in equality and their inward focus also leads most Klassikans to embrace the peace testimony, or pacifism, which is a rejection of violence and warfare. Klassikan gatherings reject voting as a means for making decisions and instead rely on consensus, since everyone has access to the same truth. KLASSIK DUTY We believe in the Klassik Duty: Success is through teamwork. Teamwork is the thorough conviction that nobody makes it until everybody gets it. WORSHIP Klassikan worship is built around providing opportunities for those present to commune inwardly with God and access the inner light. Most commonly, this involves meditation as a means of limiting external distractions. Kalpop music is also an important agent for spreading Klassikanity. Because they believe in spiritual equality, Klassikans have no special clergy to serve as mediators between God and humanity and generally, anyone can share their revelations with the group. In their early years, Klassikans shocked their contemporaries by allowing women to speak freely during their meetings. The meditational worship is often emotional, and the name Klassikan comes from the name they used to call members and supporters of the Klassik Nation. ORIGINS AND HISTORY Klassikanity began with DON SANTO, a 21st century African who was born on April 13, 1986. Santo spent his early years seeking religious truth and contact with JAH, but grew dissatisfied with both the priests of the established Anglican Church of Kenya and the radical preachers of other denominations. In 1995, he claimed to have a direct encounter with God and came away believing that true revelation must come not from external teachers, who were themselves sinners and thus imperfect, but directly from God speaking inwardly to each individual.

«Jah, imelik küll,» rääkis ametnik, «just nendega peab eriti oskama, kes ise midagi ei oska.»

Jah, päriselt pole vanapaganaid ega Karlssoneid tõesti olemas, aga ka kirjandus ise pole päris, vaid ainult muinasjutt. Isegi kui ta arvestab reaalsete faktidega, isegi kui ta kirjutab otse elust maha, on ta ikkagi üksnes kunstiteos ja talle pole mõtet läheneda argiloogikaga.

Mõnedel lastel pole tõesti vanaemadega vedanud - näiteks Punamütsikesel, kelle muinasjuttu on mulle vist kõige rohkem räägitud. Jah, Punamütsikesel oli üsna tobe vanaema: temast polnud ei koogiküpsetajat ega mahlategijat, ja kui ta haigeks jäi, siis ei lasknud ta kutsuda arsti, vaid hoopis oma väikest lapselast! Kõigepealt oleks tulnud ikka esmaabi välja kutsuda, siis poleks väike tüdruk pidanud läbi hundirikka metsa vanaema juurde marssima ja kõik oleks hästi läinud! Peale rumaluse oli see vanaema kohe kindla peale ka kohutavalt kole ega's muidu oleks Punamütsike jäänud uskuma, et kuri karvase näoga hunt oli vanaema tanu pähe pannes vanaema ise, ainult et vanaemal olid tema meelest veel väiksemad silmad kui hundil. Vanaema, miks sul nii suured silmad on? Huh, hundisilmne vanaema!

Don't let someone be the stone in your path, in addition to removing it, the stone also leaves a hole.

that moment, he shook his head. “Come on. You can’t fool me.” Isaac managed to spit out the truth. His brother’s mocking laughter filled the air. “Cinnamon buns? You looked all”—Andrew lowered his lids halfway and assumed a dreamy expression. “D-did not.” “Jah, you did.” In a falsetto voice, Andrew warbled, “Ach, Sovilla, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He exhaled a long, shuddery breath. For the first time in his life, Isaac longed to punch his brother in the stomach. How dare he make fun of Sovilla! And of the tender feelings Isaac held for her. Andrew laughed. “You look like Mamm’s teakettle.” Huh? “All steamed.” With a snicker, he danced out of Isaac’s reach. That was probably for the best. Isaac would never forgive himself if he hit his twin. But he needed to find a way to get these feelings under control. If even remembering her cinnamon rolls made him as dreamy eyed as his brother said, he had to erase Sovilla from his mind. Yet the harder he tried, the more it proved impossible. In fact, he woke at dawn on Thursday hungering for cinnamon rolls and a glimpse of the angel who baked them. Her name replayed as a lilting melody. Sovilla, Sovilla, Sovilla. Had he ever heard a prettier name? Or seen a lovelier face? At breakfast, he missed his plate when he dished out scrambled eggs and almost knocked over his glass of milk when he tried to scoop up the slippery mess. “Goodness, Isaac, what’s gotten into you this morning?” Mamm peered at him over the top of her glasses. “Don’t mind him, Mamm. He’s in love.” Andrew sang the last word. Daed’s stern glance sobered Andrew, but everyone else stared at Isaac. He shook his head and lowered his gaze to his plate. “Leave your brother alone.” Mamm passed a bowl of applesauce. “Eat up so you won’t be late to market.” To Isaac’s relief, Daed turned the conversation to a new brand of chicken feed he’d heard about at the market. Mamm asked questions, and his brothers and sisters concentrated on eating. In his eagerness to see Sovilla again, Isaac practically inhaled his breakfast. Once they reached the auction, he waited impatiently for a chance. He intended to slip off without being noticed, but Andrew spied him and Snickers edging in the direction of the market. “Bet you’re going to get a cinnamon bun, right?” His brother waggled his eyebrows. “I’m hungry for one too.” Pinching his lips together as Andrew walked beside him, Isaac stewed.

When the time stops for a lover , is when everything start's is own way , the unknown , the fear , the doubts, the believes , and the end we become hopeless, alone , not even the dark is so dark as your mind and heart, we try to look inside of us for the smallest light , but is all dark and lost with no directions, time , time is like water , always find is own way to reach the ocean, if there is in me the smallest light ? i will do everything to reach that small light, the same light will bring love and tendiness to my heart and soul , the joy and happiness that was vanish from me .

I just want to close my eyes and fall asleep until my heart be renew and healed , with no love from no One or tenderness ...i keep growing my wings even in my deepest sleep that i call dreams, dreams is the only thing that no one can take from you, my advise...don't share your dreams with anyone, one day could be your only hope to get up one more time and face the life as you really are, sometimes we feel like lost in our path , but in the end we are only out of route , it takes time to return but we find ourselfs again , by pain ,suffering , we built our own rooms and bridges to achive our soul and try to reconect with our heart and mind. I just want to close my eyes and fall asleep.

Not every Rasta knows who he is, but eventually he will have no choice but to know. Once he realizes who he is and what he has been assigned to do, he has no choice but to embrace this divine gift. This is why to some it may appear a person has "become a Rasta" and that they are entering a "phase" of life. The truth of the matter is, natural-born Rasta has always been and will always be Rastafari. Born Rasta is here to share the love of Jah, and to share the light so that those who seek spiritual truth can also follow this way of life.

I showed her the Mobb Deep song “Shook Ones Part II” in the first days or weeks when we got together. Now, all of a sudden, she was excited, showing me a video of some pool party where the crowd was puzzled when the DJ played a little childlike tune with very few notes and sounds. Until they recognized the sampled song being played with the original piano tune of Herbie Hancock underneath, called “Jessica”, she was acting like she was teaching me something or something I didn't know beforehand. She was acting like she was smarter than me, or as if I didn't know anything about music, hip hop, or rap. It was very odd. Who could have shown her that track, that video, and Herbie Hancock? I wondered. So, I played the next song myself - Bob Marley's “Forever Loving Jah”. Then, she played Jonathan Richmann's “Something about Mary”. So, I played the song “Jah is One” from Mosh Ben Ari and certain members of Shotei Hanevua to see her reaction to Israeli reggae music. So she played Notorious BIG and the Junior Mafia’s song: “Get money.” She was singing the chorus shaking her boot. Then I played Tupac Shakur's “Hit 'Em Up.” She played Notorious BIG’s song “Juicy.” So I played his song called “Somebody Gotta Die.” She then played the Moldy Peaches, „We are not those kids, sitting on the couch” So I played Mad Child's “Night Vision” to see if she knew it.