Trinidad Quotes

Hermoso rostro. Hermoso cuerpo. Horrible actitud. Era la santa trinidad de los chicos sexys.

I am persecuted because of my writings, I think, therefore, that I should write some more.

People ask me all the time how I got hired onto the Office. Another common question is how do I manage to stay so down-to-earth in the face of such incredible success? ... A third frequently asked question is: "Girl, where you from? Trinidad? Guyana? Dominican Republic? You married? You got kids?" This is mostly asked by guys on the sidewalk selling I LOVE NEW YORK paraphernalia in New York City.

Did you just call me chunks?” I asked. What on earth could that mean? “Choonks,” she corrected. “It means sweetheart in Trinidad.

her favourite writers are Olive Senior from Jamaica, Rosa Guy from Trinidad, Paule Marshall from Barbados, Jamaica Kincaid from Antigua, and Maryse Condé from Guadeloupe

Today, home from Trinidad, I thank James Arthur Baldwin for his legacy of fire. A fine rain of words when we had no tongues. He set fire to our eyes. Made a single look, gesture endure. Made a people meaningful and moral. Responsible finally for all our sweet and terrible lives.

Wait!” I shouted, chasing after him. Leaves sawed at my face and arms as I crashed into the undergrowth. “I have questions! How do I know this is real? What if it’s just a dream with a lowercase d? What if I change my mind about Hel tomorrow?” I stopped. Ganesha was gone, but I still felt presences in the jungle. I turned right and circled around to where I thought they were lurking. I felt them leave as I ran madly through the vegetation, yelling, “Why doesn’t everyone use the metric system? What happened to all of the yeti? How come I’ve never seen my archdruid in Tír na nÓg? Could he be the Most Interesting Man in the World? Why aren’t people from Trinidad and Tobago called Tobaggans? Do you know any Vogon poetry?” I

María es el santuario y tabernáculo de la Santísima Trinidad, donde Dios mora más magnífica y maravillosamente que en ningún otro lugar del universo,

la guerra, el comercio y la piratería son una trinidad inseparable.

attributed the decay of Hindu society in Trinidad to the rise of the timorous, weak, non-beating class of husband.

Few have failed to observe that the much vaunted cultural creativity expressed in Trinidad and Tobago has come principally from the ordinary African descended people at the bottom of the economic ladder.

If you want to see what my Earthsea looks like, you could sail past the Scilly Isles (handy for you Brits); or you could go to a little bay called Trinidad on the far north coast of California on a foggy morning (not so handy for you Brits). But these are both places I saw long after I had mapped and travelled in the Archipelago. It was pleasant to be able to say - ah! yes! that looks just like the West Reach!

Books are silent friends, and should be treated well. I am proud of my books. I hope that my children will use them and preserve them when I am gone from this world. Human friends may betray you, but not so with books. Books contain wisdom for our understanding, humour for our entertainment, information for our development, and matter for our pleasure.

My heart was burning for home. For a moment I felt like crying out, but at the moment of greater pain my mother's voice came back to me. It was as if she was here and talking, Stay and take an education, boy. Take it in, That's the main thing.

Reality is always separate from the ideal; but in Trinidad this fantasy is a form of masochism and is infinitely more cheating than the fantasy which makes the poor delight in films about rich or makes the English singer use and American accent.

Gesner concentrated on developing a fuel for lighting. He used the pitch he had collected in Trinidad as feedstock, conducting some two thousand separate experiments. By 1846, he had successfully distilled coal oil, as it was commonly called, from this bitumen.

Ah, sahib. I know you just come to comfort a old man left to live by hisself. Soomintra say I too old-fashion. And Leela, she always by you. Why you don’t sit down, sahib? It ain’t dirty. Is just how it does look.’ Ganesh didn’t sit down. ‘Ramlogan, I come to buy over your taxis.

A newly converted Trinidad African Muslim, identifying with and being inspired by a Hollywood-made fantasy of a Libyan revolutionary being played by a white Italian-American actor, while engaged in an act of insurrection against his own freely-elected government in Trinidad, was surreal.

Dear Non-American Black, when you make the choice to come to America, you become black. Stop arguing. Stop saying I'm Jamaican or I'm Ghanaian. America doesn't care...What if being black had all the privileges of being white? Would you still say "Don't call me black, I'm from Trinidad"? I don't think so. So you're black, baby.

By the 1850s, turpentine production was declining in America. A new competitor surged into the lamp oil market: coal oil, distilled from cannel coal (oil shale) or asphalt/bitumen, a heavy hydrocarbon found naturally in semisolid pools such as Pitch Lake on the Caribbean island of Trinidad and the La Brea Tar Pits in Los Angeles.

Find the beauty in everyone and everything, everyday! Roxanne Catherine Mapp

She recognized that this city was a place that granted you only what you were willing to claim

La esperanza que se ve, ya no es esperanza. ¿Cómo esperar lo que uno ve? Pero si esperamos lo que no vemos, en paciencia esperamos (Rm. 8, 24-25),

Absolutely love this particular excerpt: "Books are silent friends, and should be treated well. I am proud of my books. I hope that my children will use them and preserve them when I am gone from this world. Human friends may betray you, but not so with books. Books contain wisdom for our understanding, humour for our entertainment, information for our development, and matter for our pleasure.

Del año 1696 recuerdo dos acontecimientos. Hacía unos años que se había trazado una nueva calle paralela a la vieja muralla del norte de la ciudad, que se estaba cayendo a pedazos. A esa nueva calle la llamaron Wall Street, o calle del Muro. Ese año, los anglicanos sentaron los cimientos de una gran iglesia en la esquina de Wall Street y Broadway, a la que pusieron por nombre Trinity Church, o iglesia de la Trinidad.

George liked it so, that this island was uncompromising and hard for tourists to negotiate. Not all welcome smiles and black men in Hawaiian shirts, playing pan by the poolside. No flat, crystal beaches, no boutique hotels. Trinidad was oil-rich, didn't need tourism. Trinidadians openly sniggered at the sunburnt American women who wandered down the pavement in shorts and bikini top. Trinidad was itself; take it or leave it.

And here …” Now the orange became Tejas: “In the middle of this mess, Tejas, Spanish to the core, God’s bastion, just as in Europe.” He patted the orange, reveling in its security, and said: “God arranges these things according to His grand design. Believe me, Trinidad, Tejas is not where it is by accident. And you’re not in Tejas by accident. Your destiny is to rear Spanish sons who will build there cities much finer than New Orleans.

The Bishop observed later that Trinidad was treated very much like a poor relation or a servant. He was sent on errands, was told without ceremony to fetch the Padre's boots, to bring wood for the fire, to saddle his horse. Father Latour disliked his personality so much that he could scarcely look at him. His fat face was irritatingly stupid, and had the grey, oily look of soft cheeses. The corners of his mouth were deep folds in plumpness, like the creases in a baby's legs, and the steel rim of his spectacles, where it crossed his nose, was embedded in soft flesh. He said not one word during supper, but ate as if he were afraid of never seeing food again. When his attention left his plate for a moment, it was fixed in the same greedy way upon the girl who served the table—and who seemed to regard him with careless contempt. The student gave the impression of being always stupefied by one form of sensual disturbance or another.

The Bishop observed later that Trinidad was treated very much like a poor relation or a servant. He was sent on errands, was told without ceremony to fetch the Padre's boots, to bring wood for the fire, to saddle his horse. Father Latour disliked his personality so much that he could scarcely look at him. His fat face was irritatingly stupid, and had the grey, oily look of soft cheeses. The corners of his mouth were deep folds in plumpness, like the creases in a baby's legs, and the steel rim of his spectacles, where it crossed his nose, was embedded in soft flesh. He said not one word during supper, but ate as if he were afraid of never seeing food again. When his attention left his plate for a moment, it was fixed in the same greedy way upon the girl who served the table—and who seemed to regard him with careless contempt. The student gave the impression of being always stupefied by one form of sensual disturbance or another.

Chantelle has three older brothers. Their parents are divorced, so they spend the weekdays at their mother and stepfather’s house, and the weekends at their father’s house. She says that it’s fun to belong to two places. I know what she means.

For all its celebration of markets and individual initiative, this alliance of government and finance often produces results that bear a striking resemblance to the worst excesses of bureaucratization in the former Soviet Union or former colonial backwaters of the Global South. There is a rich anthropological literature, for instance, on the cult of certificates, licenses, and diplomas in the former colonial world. Often the argument is that in countries like Bangladesh, Trinidad, or Cameroon, which hover between the stifling legacy of colonial domination and their own magical traditions, official credentials are seen as a kind of material fetish—magical objects conveying power in their own right, entirely apart from the real knowledge, experience, or training they’re supposed to represent. But since the eighties, the real explosion of credentialism has been in what are supposedly the most “advanced” economies, like the United States, Great Britain, or Canada.

The weeks before he died, Mr Mohun Biswas, a journalist of Sikkim Street, St James , Port of Spain, was sacked. He had been ill for some time. In less than a year he had spent more than nine weeks at the Colonial Hospital and convalesced at home for even longer. When the doctor advised him to take a complete rest the 'Trinidad Sentinel' had no choice. It gave Mr Biswas three months' notice and continued, up to the time of his death, to supply him every morning with a free copy of the paper.

My Fellow Non-American Blacks: In America, You Are Black, Baby Dear Non-American Black, when you make the choice to come to America, you become black. Stop arguing. Stop saying I’m Jamaican or I’m Ghanaian. America doesn’t care. So what if you weren’t “black” in your country? You’re in America now. We all have our moments of initiation into the Society of Former Negroes. Mine was in a class in undergrad when I was asked to give the black perspective, only I had no idea what that was. So I just made something up. And admit it—you say “I’m not black” only because you know black is at the bottom of America’s race ladder. And you want none of that. Don’t deny now. What if being black had all the privileges of being white? Would you still say “Don’t call me black, I’m from Trinidad”? I didn’t think so. So you’re black, baby. And here’s the deal with becoming black: You must show that you are offended when such words as “watermelon” or “tar baby” are used in jokes, even if you don’t know what the hell is being talked about—and since you are a Non-American Black, the chances are that you won’t know. (In undergrad a white classmate asks if I like watermelon, I say yes, and another classmate says, Oh my God that is so racist, and I’m confused. “Wait, how?”) You must nod back when a black person nods at you in a heavily white area. It is called the black nod. It is a way for black people to say “You are not alone, I am here too.” In describing black women you admire, always use the word “STRONG” because that is what black women are supposed to be in America. If you are a woman, please do not speak your mind as you are used to doing in your country. Because in America, strong-minded black women are SCARY. And if you are a man, be hyper-mellow, never get too excited, or somebody will worry that you’re about to pull a gun. When you watch television and hear that a “racist slur” was used, you must immediately become offended. Even though you are thinking “But why won’t they tell me exactly what was said?” Even though you would like to be able to decide for yourself how offended to be, or whether to be offended at all, you must nevertheless be very offended. When a crime is reported, pray that it was not committed by a black person, and if it turns out to have been committed by a black person, stay well away from the crime area for weeks, or you might be stopped for fitting the profile. If a black cashier gives poor service to the non-black person in front of you, compliment that person’s shoes or something, to make up for the bad service, because you’re just as guilty for the cashier’s crimes. If you are in an Ivy League college and a Young Republican tells you that you got in only because of Affirmative Action, do not whip out your perfect grades from high school. Instead, gently point out that the biggest beneficiaries of Affirmative Action are white women. If you go to eat in a restaurant, please tip generously. Otherwise the next black person who comes in will get awful service, because waiters groan when they get a black table. You see, black people have a gene that makes them not tip, so please overpower that gene. If you’re telling a non-black person about something racist that happened to you, make sure you are not bitter. Don’t complain. Be forgiving. If possible, make it funny. Most of all, do not be angry. Black people are not supposed to be angry about racism. Otherwise you get no sympathy. This applies only for white liberals, by the way. Don’t even bother telling a white conservative about anything racist that happened to you. Because the conservative will tell you that YOU are the real racist and your mouth will hang open in confusion.

By 1900, a small white minority radiating out from Europe would come to control most of world’s land surface, imposing the imperatives of a commercial economy and international trade on Asia’s mainly agrarian societies. Europeans backed by garrisons and gunboats could intervene in the affairs of any Asian country they wished to. They were free to transport millions of Asian labourers to far-off colonies (Indians to the Malay Peninsula, Chinese to Trinidad); exact the raw materials and commodities they needed for their industries from Asian economies; and flood local markets with their manufactured products. The peasant in his village and the market trader in his town were being forced to abandon a life defined by religion, family and tradition amid rumours of powerful white men with a strange god-on-a-cross who were reshaping the world- men who married moral aggressiveness with compact and coherent nation-states, the profit motive and superior weaponry, and made Asian societies seem lumberingly inept in every way, unable to match the power of Europe or unleash their own potential.

You ain’t old yet but when you get old, all the women in the village start to look down on you when they find out you want to do something other than sweep the kitchen or cut up vegetables. Had this big starch mango tree when I was small. Anytime I set myself to climb it, there was always a woman passing by to yell at me and tell me to get down. Asked me why I leaving my poor mother to do all the housework. I never got to the top. It was like God was always watching, ready to send another hag to tell me down. Then, one day, they cut down the tree.

Pigafetta was not the only diarist on the voyage. Francisco Albo, Trinidad’s pilot, kept a logbook, and some of the surviving sailors gave extensive interviews and depositions on their return to Spain, or wrote their own accounts from memory. The plethora of firsthand impressions of the voyage, combined with the fantastically detailed Spanish records, make it possible to re-create and understand it from a variety of perspectives, ranging from the deeply personal and casually anecdotal to the official and legalistic; royalty and ordinary seamen alike have their voices in this epic of discovery.

I had never examined this fear of Trinidad. I had never wished to. In my novels I had only expressed this fear; and it is only now, at the moment of writing, that I am able to attempt to examine it. I knew Trinidad to be unimportant, uncreative, cynical. The only professions were those of law and medicine, because there was no need for any other; and the most successful people were commission agents, bank managers and members of the distributive trades. Power was recognized, but dignity was allowed to no one. Every person of eminence was held to be crooked and contemptible. We lived in a society which denied itself heroes.

Con frecuencia se me ocurrió pensar en la razón de que sean tan perjudiciales las relaciones demasiado frecuentes entre muchachas; y me parece que esa razón está en que tales relaciones llegan a destruir la ilusión, sin que la expliquen. El más hondo destino de la mujer es ser compañera del hombre: en cambio, si se acostumbra a estar demasiado tiempo con personas del mismo sexo, se convierte en dama de compañía. Si tuviese que imaginarme a la doncella ideal, la colocaría siempre sola en el mundo: ante todo, no debería tener amigas. Es cierto que las Gracias fueron tres, pero jamás se las pinta hablando entre sí; constituyen una trinidad silenciosa, una hermosa unidad femenina.

Dios sabe cómo describirse a sí mismo mucho mejor de lo que nosotros sabemos describirlo. Él sabe que Padre e Hijo se parece más a la relación entre la Primera y la Segunda Persona que ninguna otra cosa en la que podamos pensar. Lo más importante que debemos saber es que es una relación de amor. El Padre se deleita en el Hijo; el Hijo venera al Padre.

Al ser un policía en la división de homicidios, pasas mucho tiempo haciéndole frente a la parte más baja de la especie humana: esa parte que nos convierte en asesinos, violadores, torturadores, ladrones y enemigos. Por eso, cualquier oportunidad que se presente para disfrutar de la risa, de la diversión de pasar tiempo con otro ser humano, la tomas sin titubear.

The news of [James Baldwin's] death reached me in Trinidad around midnight. I was lecturing in the country about African-American literature and liberation, longevity and love, commitment and courage. I could not sleep. I got up and walked out of my hotel room into a night filled with stars. And I sat down in the park and talked to him. About the world. About his work. How grateful we all are that he walked on the earth, that he breathed, that he preached, that he came toward us baptizing us with his holy words. And some of us were saved because of him. Harlem man. Genius. Piercing us with his eyes and his pen. How to write of this beautiful big-eyed man who took on the country with his words? How to make anyone understand his beauty in a country that hates Blacks?

Desde entonces se ha visto —y este hecho habla de la estabilidad de la amalgama— que cada vez que se dudaba de uno de los elementos de la trinidad romana (religión, autoridad, tradición) o se lo eliminaba, los dos restantes ya no eran seguros. Así pues, fue un error por parte de Lutero pensar que ese desafío a la autoridad temporal de la Iglesia y su apelación al juicio individual y no guiado dejarían intactas la tradición y la religión. También se equivocaron Hobbes y los teóricos políticos del siglo XVII al suponer que la autoridad y la religión se podían salvar sin la tradición. Por último, fue un desacierto asimismo el de los humanistas que pensaron que sería posible mantenerse dentro de una tradición intacta de la civilización occidental sin religión y sin autoridad.

las aspas simbolizan cada uno de los estadios de la vida: infancia, madurez y senectud. Pero ese es tan solo uno de los numerosos significados que se le atribuyen al trisquel. A un nivel más profundo, la primera espiral encarna nuestra atadura al mundo físico regido por los sentidos, así como las limitaciones de nuestro cuerpo. La segunda constituye el universo de las ideas, la conciencia y el pensamiento. Y la tercera, la senda del alma para comunicarse con dioses y espíritus. »Asimismo, el trisquel alude al pasado, el presente y el futuro, y su circunferencia, a la totalidad del tiempo, en constante renovación. Pero también representa la trinidad de mente, alma y cuerpo en perfecto equilibrio; el principio y el fin, la evolución y el crecimiento, el aprendizaje perpetuo y la eterna transformación.

Y así es como empezó la teología. La gente ya sabía de la existencia de Dios de una manera vaga. Entonces llegó un hombre que afirmó ser Dios y que no era, sin embargo, la clase de hombre que se podía tachar de lunático. Ese hombre hizo que le creyesen. Volvieron a encontrarlo después de que lo hubieran matado. Y luego, después de que habían sido formados en una pequeña sociedad o comunidad, encontraron de alguna manera a Dios también dentro de ellos: dirigiéndolos, haciéndolos capaces de hacer cosas que no habían podido hacer hasta entonces. Y cuando lo dilucidaron todo, encontraron que habían llegado a la definición cristiana del Dios tripersonal. Esta definición no es algo que hayamos inventado. La teología es, en un sentido, conocimiento experimental. Son las religiones sencillas las que deben inventarse.

Here’s an imaginary twin pair that would be God’s gift to behavior geneticists—identical twin boys separated at birth. One, Shmuel, is raised as an Orthodox Jew in the Amazon; the other, Wolfie, is raised as a Nazi in the Sahara. Reunite them as adults and see if they do similar quirky things like, say, flushing the toilet before using it. Flabbergastingly, one twin pair came close to that. They were born in 1933 in Trinidad to a German Catholic mother and a Jewish father; when the boys were six months of age, the parents separated; the mother returned to Germany with one son, and the other remained in Trinidad with the father. The latter was raised there and in Israel as Jack Yufe, an observant Jew whose first language was Yiddish. The other, Oskar Stohr, was raised in Germany as a Hitler Youth zealot. Reunited and studied by Bouchard, they warily got to know each other, discovering numerous shared behavioral and personality traits including . . . flushing the toilet before use.

Pero en cuanto empiezo a intentar explicar cómo están relacionadas esas tres Personas de la Trinidad tengo que utilizar palabras que hacen que parezca que una de ellas ha estado allí antes de las demás. La Primera Persona se llama el Padre y la Segunda el Hijo. Decimos que la primera engendra la segunda: lo llamamos engendrar y no crear, porque lo que la primera Persona produce es de la misma clase que Ella. En ese aspecto la palabra Padre es la única que podemos utilizar. Pero desgraciadamente ésta sugiere que Ella estuvo ahí primero, del mismo modo que un padre humano existe antes que su hijo. Pero esto no es así. Aquí no hay un antes y un después. Y por eso he dedicado algún tiempo al intento de aclarar cómo una cosa puede ser la fuente, o la causa, o el origen de otra sin haber estado allí antes. El Hijo es porque el Padre es, pero nunca hubo un momento en que el Padre produjera al Hijo. El Hijo es porque el Padre es, pero nunca hubo un momento en que el Padre produjera al Hijo.

Lo que surge de la vida conjunta del Padre y el Hijo es una auténtica Persona; es, de hecho, la Tercera de las tres Personas que son Dios. Esta Tercera Persona se llama, en lenguaje técnico, el Espíritu Santo o el Espíritu de Dios. No os preocupéis ni os sorprendáis si lo encontráis bastante más vago y difuminado en vuestra mente que a los otros dos. Creo que hay una razón por la que esto debe ser así. En la vida cristiana no se suele estar mirándolo a El: Él está siempre actuando en vosotros. Si pensáis en el Padre como en alguien que está «ahí fuera», delante de vosotros, y en el Hijo como en alguien que está a vuestro lado, ayudándoos a orar, intentando convertiros en otro hijo, entonces tenéis que pensar en la Persona como en alguien que está dentro de vosotros, o detrás de vosotros. Son una gran fuente de energía y belleza que mana desde el centro mismo de la realidad. Si estáis cerca de esa fuente, su salpicadura os mojará; si no lo estáis, permaneceréis secos. Una vez que un hombre está unido a Dios, ¿cómo no iba a vivir para siempre?

En la dimensión de Dios, por así decirlo, encontramos un ser que es tres Personas!' mientras sigue siendo un Ser, del mismo modo que un cubo é» seis cuadrados mientras sigue siendo un cubo. Por supuesto, nosotros no podemos concebir del todo a un Ser así, del mismo modo que, si estuviéramos hechos de manera tal que sólo percibiéramos dos dimensiones en el espacio nunca podríamos imaginar adecuadamente un cubo. Pero podemos tener una ligera noción del mismo. Y cuando lo hacemos tenemos, por primera vez en la vida, una idea positiva, por ligera que sea, de algo superpersonal, de algo que es más que una persona.

Toda la danza, o drama, o patrón de conducta de esta vida tri-Personal debe ser llevado a cabo en cada uno de nosotros: o (en el sentido inverso), cada uno de nosotros tiene que entrar en ese patrón de conducta, tomar su puesto en esa danza. No hay otro camino hacia la felicidad para la que hemos sido hechos. Sabréis que las cosas buenas además de las malas se contagian por una suerte de infección. Son una gran fuente de energía y belleza que mana desde el centro mismo de la realidad. Si estáis cerca de esa fuente, su salpicadura os mojará; si no lo estáis, permaneceréis secos. Una vez que un hombre está unido a Dios, ¿cómo no iba a vivir para siempre?

El Espíritu Santo es una persona. Igual que tú, Él puede sentir, percibir y responder. Él se duele. Él tiene la habilidad de amar y la habilidad de odiar. Él habla, y tiene Su propia voluntad. Pero exactamente, ¿quién es Él? El Espíritu Santo es el Espíritu de Dios el Padre y el Espíritu de Dios el Hijo. Él es el poder de la Deidad—el poder de la Trinidad. ¿Cuál es Su obra? La obra del Espíritu es traer el mandamiento del Padre y la ejecución del Hijo. Para entender la obra del Espíritu Santo necesitamos entender la obra del Padre y del Hijo. Dios el Padre es el que da el mandamiento. Él es el que siempre ha dicho: «Sea hecho». Desde el principio, ha sido Dios, quién da las órdenes. Por otro lado, es Dios el Hijo quien ejecuta el mandamiento del Padre. Cuando Dios el Padre dijo: «Sea la luz», Dios el Hijo vino y lo hizo. Luego, Dios el Espíritu Santo trajo la luz. Permíteme ilustrarlo en esta forma. Si yo te pido: «Por favor, enciende la luz», tres fuerzas estarían envueltas. Primero, yo sería el que daría la orden. Segundo, tú serías el que iría al interruptor y lo enciendes. En otras palabras, tú eres el ejecutor de la orden. Pero finalmente, ¿quién trae la luz? No soy yo, ni tú. Es el poder—la electricidad—lo que produce la luz. El Espíritu Santo es el poder de Dios. Él es el poder del Padre y del Hijo. Él es quien ejecuta la obra del Hijo.

Las palabras «Dios es Amor» no tienen un significado real a menos que Dios contenga al menos a dos Personas. El amor es algo que una persona siente por otra persona. Si Dios fuera una sola persona entonces, antes de que el mundo fuese creado, Dios no era amor. Y esa es, de paso, tal vez la diferencia más importante entre el cristianismo y todas las demás religiones: que en el cristianismo Dios no es una Cosa -ni siquiera una Persona- estática, sino una actividad dinámica y pulsante, una vida, casi una especie de drama. Casi, si no me tomáis por irreverente, una suerte de danza. La unión entre el Padre y el Hijo es algo tan vivo y concreto que esta unión misma es en sí una Persona.

Bakın. Evvelce söylediğim gibi, buraya yıllar önce geldiniz, ellerinizi çırptınız ve üç yüz kent fırlayıverdi ! Sonra dikenli tellerin içine beş yüz başka ulus, devlet, halk, din ve siyasal düzen eklediniz. Böylece dertler başladı. Ah, görebileceğiniz bir şey değildi. Her şey rüzgarda ve aralardaki boşluklardaydı. Ama bu dikenli tellerin dışındaki sorunların aynısıydı; ağız dalaşları, ayaklanmalar, görünmez savaşlar. Ama sonunda sorun yatıştı. Neden olduğunu bilmek ister misiniz?... Çünkü Baston ile Trinidad'ı birleştirdiniz. Trinidad'ın bir kısmı Lizbon'dan başını uzatıyor, Lizbon'un bir kısmı lskenderiye'ye yaslanıyor. lskenderiye Şangay'a dalıyor ve arada bir sürü mıh ve çivi, Chattanooga, Oshkosh, Oslo, Sweet Water, Soissons, Beyrut, Bombay ve Port Arthur gibi. New York'ta bir adamı vuruyorsunuz, sendeleyip Atina'da devrilip ölüyor. Chicago'da siyasal bir rüşvet alınıyor, Londra'da birileri hapse giriyor. Zencinin birini Alabama'da asıyorsunuz, Macaristan'da birileri onu gömmek zorunda kalıyor. Polonya'nın ölü Yahudileri Sydney, Portland ve Tokyo'nun sokaklarını dolduruyor. Berlin'de adamın birinin karnına bıçak saplıyorsunuz, Memphis'te bir çiftçinin sırtından çıkıyor. Yakın, o kadar yakın ki. Onun için burada huzurumuz var. O kadar iç içeyiz ki, huzur olmak zorunda, yoksa geriye bir şey kalmaz ! Kim, ne sebeple başlatmış olursa olsun, bir yangın hepimizi yok eder.

One of the gunmen in the room, ending his call to his wife, and seeing me typing, came across and shook my hand. “You going to make a lot of money off this story!” the gunman with the Rastafarian hairstyle said. His pump-action shotgun was slung in the crook of his arm. He was smiling. “Yeah”, I said. “If I get out of here alive.” “You all right, you going to be all right”, he said, laughing. But you see me? I don’t know too much about my future right now.” “Everybody’s going to be all right,” I said. He laughed again. And reached into his back pocket and came out with a little white slip of paper in his hand. “I don’t know about me,” he said, smiling. “But if you write the story and make a lot of money, maybe you could get these things for the wife for me.” He handed me the slip of paper. On it, in block letters, was an itemized list: TV SET VIDEO SET WASHING MACHINE FRIDGE For a moment I shook my head in bewilderment, looking at that list. But he was laughing again and saying: “So if you make a lot of money off your book, get those things for the wife for me, nuh.” I said: “Sure.” I pocketed the note and walked away, flooded by nausea, thinking: so this is what he’s in it for, this young Trinidadian with the Rasta hairdo, the fake army camouflage shirt and pants tucked into his big soldier-looking black boots, with the wicked-looking shotgun crooked in his arm. A free television set. A video set. A washing machine. A fridge.

Lo que surge de la vida conjunta del Padre y el Hijo es una auténtica Persona; es, de hecho, la Tercera de las tres Personas que son Dios. Esta Tercera Persona se llama, en lenguaje técnico, el Espíritu Santo o el Espíritu de Dios. No os preocupéis ni os sorprendáis si lo encontráis bastante más vago y difuminado en vuestra mente que a los otros dos. Creo que hay una razón por la que esto debe ser así. En la vida cristiana no se suele estar mirándolo a El: Él está siempre actuando en vosotros. Si pensáis en el Padre como en alguien que está «ahí fuera», delante de vosotros, y en el Hijo como en alguien que está a vuestro lado, ayudándoos a orar, intentando convertiros en otro hijo, entonces tenéis que pensar en la Persona como en alguien que está dentro de vosotros, o detrás de vosotros.

¿Pero cómo va ese hombre a unirse a Dios? ¿Cómo es posible para nosotros ser absorbidos en la vida tri-Personal? En nuestro estado natural no somos hijos de Dios: sólo somos (por así decirlo) estatuas. No poseemos Zoe o vida espiritual: sólo poseemos Bios o vida biológica que a su tiempo se agotará y morirá. Pues bien, todo lo que ofrece el cristianismo es esto: que podemos, si dejamos que Dios se salga con la Suya, llegar a compartir la vida de Cristo. Si lo hacemos, estaremos compartiendo una vida que fue engendrada, no creada, que siempre ha existido y que siempre existirá. Cristo es el Hijo de Dios. Si compartimos esta clase de vida nosotros también seremos hijos de Dios. Amaremos al Padre como Él le ama y el Espíritu Santo se despertará en nosotros. El vino a este mundo y se hizo hombre para difundir a otros hombres la clase de vida que Él tiene, a través de lo que yo llamo una «buena infección». Cada cristiano debe convertirse en un pequeño Cristo.

Un cristiano corriente se arrodilla para hacer sus oraciones. Está intentando ponerse en contacto con Dios. Pero si es cristiano sabe que lo que le está instando a orar también es Dios: Dios, por así decirlo, dentro de él. Pero también sabe que todo su conocimiento real de Dios le viene a través de Cristo, el Hombre que es Dios…, que Cristo está de pie a su lado, ayudándole a orar, orando con él. ¿Veis lo que está ocurriendo? Dios es aquello a lo cual él está orando, la meta que está intentando alcanzar. Dios es también lo que dentro de él le empuja, la fuerza de su motivación. Dios es también el camino o puente a lo largo del cual está siendo empujado hacia esa meta! De manera que la triple vida del Ser tripersonal está de hecho teniendo lugar en ese dormitorio corriente en el que un hombre corriente está diciendo sus oraciones. Ese hombre está siendo captado por la clase de vida más alta, lo que yo llamo Zoe o vida espiritual: está siendo atraído hacia Dios, por Dios, mientras que sigue siendo el mismo.

Calypso Blues" Wa oh oh, wa oh oh Wa oh wa oh wa oh way Wa oh oh, wa oh oh Wa oh wa oh wa oh way Sittin' by de ocean Me heart, she feel so sad, Sittin' by de ocean, Me heart, she feel so sad Don't got de money To take me back to Trinidad. Fine calypso woman, She cook me shrimp and rice, Fine calypso woman, She cook me shrimp and rice These Yankee hot dogs Don't treat me stomach very nice. In Trinidad, one dollar buy Papaya juice, banana pie, Six coconut, one female goat, An' plenty fish to fill de boat. One bushel bread, one barrel wine, An' all de town, she come to dine. But here is bad, one dollar buy Cup of coffee, ham on rye. Me throat she sick from necktie, Me feet hurt from shoes. Me pocket full of empty, I got Calypso blues. She need to, bubble like perculatah' She come from Trinidad so winin' in her nature Never can't I assess a reps until failure Tell her if she stops she needs fe fly Air Jamaica Anytime she land she nah go feel like no stranger Carry us beyond we similar in behavior Them no understand our customs and we flavor Need a natty dred to be the new care taker, lord! These Yankee girl give me big scare, Is black de root, is blond de hair. Her eyelash false, her face is paint, And pads are where de girl she ain't! She jitterbugs when she should waltz, I even think her name is false. But calypso girl is good a lot, Is what you see, is what she got. Sittin' by de ocean Me heart, she feel so sad, Don't got de money To take me back to Trinidad. Wa oh oh, wa oh oh Wa oh wa oh wa oh way Wa oh oh, wa oh oh Wa oh wa oh wa oh way She need to, she need to, she need to, bubble like perculatah' She come from Trinidad so winin' in her nature Never can't I assess a reps until failure Tell her if she stops she needs fe fly Air Jamaica Anytime she land she nah go feel like no stranger Carry us beyond we similar in behavior Them no understand our customs and we flavor Need a natty dred to be the new care taker, lord! Wa oh oh, wa oh oh Wa oh wa oh wa oh way Wa oh oh, wa oh oh Wa oh wa oh wa oh way

Comenzaron desde la envidia y soberbia de Lucifer y de su caída con la tercera parte de las estrellas, que cayeron con él en los abismos; caída que dejó vacas y vacías las sillas del cielo, que las perdieron los ángeles malos por su necia culpa. Declaráronle el medio que Dios tuvo para llenar estos asientos, criando al hombre, cuya alma es capaz de la gloria que los ángeles malos perdieron. Discurrieron por la verdad de la creación del hombre y del mundo, y por el misterio sagrado y amoroso de la Encarnación y, con razones sobre la razón misma, bosquejaron el profundísimo misterio de la Santísima Trinidad. Contaron cómo convino que la segunda persona de las tres, que es la del Hijo, se hiciese hombre para que, como hombre, Dios pagase por el hombre, y Dios pudiese pagar como Dios, cuya unión hipostática solo podía ser bastante para dejar a Dios satisfecho de la culpa infinita cometida, que Dios infinitamente se había de satisfacer, y el hombre, finito por sí, no podía, y Dios, en sí solo, era incapaz de padecer pero, juntos los dos, llegó el caudal a ser infinito y así lo fue la paga. Mostráronle la muerte de Cristo, los trabajos de su vida desde que se mostró en el pesebre hasta que se puso en la cruz. Exageráronle la fuerza y eficacia de los sacramentos y señalaron con el dedo la segunda tabla de nuestro naufragio, que es la penitencia, sin la cual no hay abrir la senda del cielo, que suele cerrar el pecado. Mostráronle asimismo a Jesucristo, Dios vivo, sentado a la diestra del Padre, estando tan vivo y entero como en el cielo, sacramentado en la tierra, cuya santísima presencia no la puede dividir ni apartar ausencia alguna, porque uno de los mayores atributos de Dios, que todos son iguales, es el de estar en todo lugar, por potencia, por esencia y por presencia. Aseguráronle infaliblemente la venida deste Señor a juzgar el mundo sobre las nubes del cielo y asimismo la estabilidad y firmeza de su Iglesia, contra quien pueden poco las puertas, o por mejor decir, las fuerzas del infierno. Trataron del poder del Sumo Pontífice, visorrey de Dios en la tierra y llavero del cielo.

The news about Eddoes and the shoes travelled round the street pretty quickly. My mother was annoyed. She said, ‘You see what sort of thing life is. Here I is, working my finger to the bone. Nobody flinging me a pair of shoes just like that, you know. And there you got that thin-arse little man, doing next to nothing, and look at all the things he does get.

Pero, al mismo tiempo, veo una prueba clara en las Escrituras, que es el sentir de la Santísima Trinidad, que Cristo sea exaltado prominente y distintivamente en lo que a la salvación de las almas se refiere.

1961–63: Trinidad, West Indies A team of nutritionists from the United States reports that malnutrition is a serious medical problem on the island, but so is obesity. Nearly a third of the women older than twenty-five are obese. The average caloric intake among these women is estimated at fewer than two thousand calories a day—less than the minimum recommended at the time by the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations as necessary for a healthy diet.

Este pasaje ha sido usado por generaciones como prueba neotestamentaria de la doctrina de la trinidad. Ahora está claro que las frases “en el cielo: el Padre, el Verbo y el Espíritu Santo; y estos tres son uno. Y tres son los que dan testimonio

Soy el ladrón, marica y asesino, las tres desgracias que viven en un solo cuerpo como una mala trinidad.

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On the other hand, the woman who in reality took away my innocence did not intend to and never knew she had. Her name was Trinidad, she was the daughter of someone who worked in the house, and one fatal spring she began to blossom. She was thirteen but still used the dresses she had worn when she was nine, and they were so tight to her body that she seemed more naked than if she had been undressed. One night we were alone in the courtyard, band music erupted without warning from the house next door, and Trinidad began to dance with me, and she held me so tight she took my breath away. I do not know what became of her, but even today I still wake up in the middle of the night agitated by the upheaval, and I know I could recognize her in the dark by the touch of every inch of her skin and her animal odor. In an instant I became conscious of my body with a clarity of instincts that I have never felt again, and that I dare to recall as an exquisite death. After that I knew in a confused and illusory fashion that there was an unfathomable mystery I did not know but that agitated me as if I did. The women of the family, however, always led me along the arid path of chastity.

El Espíritu Santo es la tercera persona de la Santísima Trinidad. Un solo Dios, pero tres Personas distintas. Debemos vaciarnos del mundo, de la carne para ser más espirituales, para poder ser llenos del Espíritu Santo. Espiritu Santo ven a mi vida. Espíritu Santo de Dios, inspírame siempre lo que debo pensar, lo que debo decir, cómo debo decirlo, lo que debo callar, como debo actuar, lo que debo hacer para procurar la gloria de Dios Padre y Dios Hijo, y el bien de las almas y mi propia conversión y santificación, amen, amen y amen.

Tres Tesoros como la «Trinidad taoísta».

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Every year he vowing to go back to Trinidad, but after the winter gone and birds sing and all the trees begin to put on leaves again and flowers come and now and then the old sun shining, is as if life start all over again, as if it still have time, as if it still have another chance. I will wait until after the summer, the summer does really be hearts.

Hay además meditaciones de carácter generalmente edificante, que se podrían encontrar en cualquier religión mística, como la meditación sobre la muerte, sobre lo repulsivo de las funciones de este cuerpo material, sobre la Trinidad del Buda, el Dharma (la Verdad) y el Samgha (la Hermandad). De pocos se podría esperar que practicaran todos esos métodos en una vida. Hay muchos caminos para llegar a la emancipación. Lo que todos tienen en común es su meta: la extinción de la creencia en la individualidad.

Pablo Picasso entered the world howling. Seconds after he was born, one of the hospital physicians, his uncle Don Salvador, leaned down and blew a huge cloud of cigar smoke in the newborn’s face. The baby grimaced and bellowed in protest—and that’s how everyone knew he was healthy and alive. At that time, doctors were allowed to smoke in delivery rooms, but this little infant would have none of it. Even at birth, he refused to accept things as they had always been done. The baby was named Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Martyr Patricio Clito Ruíz y Picasso—whew! He was known to his friends as Pablito, a nickname meaning “little Pablo,” and he learned to draw before he could walk. His first word was piz, short for lápiz, the Spanish word for pencil. It was an instrument that would soon become his most prized possession. Pablo inherited his love of art from his father, Don José Ruiz y Blasco, a talented painter. Don José’s favorite subjects were the pigeons that flocked in the plaza outside the Picassos’ home in Málaga, a town on the southern coast of Spain. Sometimes he would allow Pablo to finish paintings for him. One of Pablo’s earliest solo artworks was a portrait of his little sister, which he painted with egg yolk. But painting was not yet his specialty. Drawing was. Pablo mostly liked to draw spirals. When people asked him why, he explained that they reminded him of churros, the fried-dough pastries sold at every streetcorner stand in Málaga. While other kids played underneath trees in the Plaza de la Merced, Pablo stood by himself scratching circles in the dirt with a stick.

naive. Childish. From then on, butterflies mocked me. I didn’t thieve a single thing in my travels with the lepidopterist, though I made myself useful by negotiating with guides and hoteliers on the prices of donkeys and hammocks. I typed reports on typewriters that weighed half a ton, in Ceylon, in Singapore, in Trinidad. And

This tastes so familiar!" Sana said. "That sourness... is it from tamarind?" When I nodded, she grinned, the dazzling smile lighting up her whole face. "I knew it. My family's originally from Trinidad, and we use it in a bunch of dishes. This soup is new to me, but somehow it tastes like home, you know?" She attacked the soup and rice with new vigor, and so did I, both of us patting sweat away with the paper napkins on the table. Rob noticed this and frowned. "I don't understand how you two can eat soup on such a hot day." I snorted. "What, do you think people in hot climates never eat soup?" Sana added, "Why do you think so many tropical countries eat spicy food? Sweating is healthy and helps us cool off. Removes toxins from the body, too.

Frankly, I'm a recent convert to the delights of pure plantation chocolate. I adore chocolate in all its many forms, but my current passion is couture chocolates made with the selected beans from single plantations all around the world-- Trinidad, Tobago, Ecuador, Venezuela, New Guinea. Exotic locations, all of them. They are--out and out--the best type of chocolate. In my humble opinion. The Jimmy Choos of the chocolate world. Though truffles are a fierce competitor. (Strictly speaking, truffles are confectionary as opposed to chocolates, but I feel that's making me sound like a chocolate anorak.) Another obsession of mine is Green & Black's chocolate bars. Absolute heaven. I've turned Autumn on to the rich, creamy bars, which she can eat without any guilt, because they're made from organic chocolate and the company practices fair trade with the bean growers. Can't say I'm not a caring, sharing human being, right? When my friend eats the Maya Gold bar, she doesn't have to toss and turn all night thinking about the fate of the poor cocoa bean farmers. I care about Mayan bean pickers, too, but frankly I care more about the blend of dark chocolate with the refreshing twist of orange, perfectly balanced by the warmth of cinnamon, nutmeg and vanilla. Those Mayan blokes certainly know what they're doing. Divine. I hope they have happy lives knowing that so many women depend on them. So as not to appear a chocolate snob, I also shove in Mars Bars, Snickers and Double Deckers as if they're going out of fashion. Like the best, I was brought up on a diet of Cadbury and Nestlé, with Milky Bars and Curly Wurlys being particular favorites---and both of which I'm sure have grown considerably smaller with the passing of the years. Walnut Whips are a bit of a disappointment these days too. They're not like they used to be. Doesn't stop me from eating them, of course---call it product research.

People always ask me what is my favourite thing about Trinidad. It is a hard question because ! love the beaches and the music of Trinidad, but... I think the food is the best of all!

Perhaps under the influence of too much Filipino palm wine, Pigafetta marveled at the coconut and all its uses. “This palm bears a fruit, named cocho, which is as large as the head or thereabouts, and its first husk is green and two fingers thick, in which are found certain fibers of which those people make the ropes by which they bind their boats. Under this husk is another, very hard and thicker than that of a nut. . . . And under the said husk there is a white marrow of a finger’s thickness, which they eat with meat and fish, as we do bread, and it has the flavor of an almond. . . . From the center of this marrow there flows a water which is clear and sweet and very refreshing, like an apple.” The Filipinos taught their visitors how to produce milk from the coconut, “as we proved by experience.” They pried the meat of the coconut from the shell, combined it with the coconut’s liquor, and filtered the mixture through cloth. The result, said the chronicler, “became like goat’s milk.” Pigafetta was so moved by the coconut’s versatility that he declared, with some exaggeration, that two palm trees could sustain a family of ten for a hundred years. Their idyll lasted a week, each day bringing with it new discoveries and a growing intimacy with their genial Filipino hosts. “These people entered into very great familiarity and friendship with us, and made us understand several things in their language, and the name of some islands which we saw before us,” Pigafetta commented. “We took great pleasure with them, because they were merry and conversable.” But Magellan nearly destroyed the idyll when he invited the Filipinos aboard Trinidad. He incautiously showed his guests “all his merchandise, namely cloves, cinnamon, pepper, walnut, nutmeg, ginger, mace, gold, and all that was in the ship.” Clearly

Los deseos de la carne, los deseos de los ojos, y la vanagloria de la vida”, es decir los placeres, las riquezas y los honores que recibe son la trinidad del hombre carnal, los tres grandes ídolos del hombre mundano, ante los cuales postra su alma. Y al darles aquello que corresponde sólo a Dios, se hacen culpables de idolatría.

El analfabetismo, la pobreza y el alcohol formaron la santísima trinidad del mito, el dogma sobre el que se construyó la empatía con Corbatta. Y los fundamentos que explicarían su drama personal.

La igualdad ante la ley es enemiga de la nueva santísima trinidad: «Diversidad, Equidad, Inclusión» (DEI).

Darkest the outside 1921 "Agent of Fantasy" arsonists of the ascent from peril the miss actress

It was about 1610-11 that seed was imported into Virginia from the island of Trinidad very probably at the hand of John Rolfe, an ardent smoker, who was credited by Ralph Hamor as the pioneer English colonist in regularly growing tobacco for export. Hence he can be called the father of the American tobacco industry.

Parecía que la tierra había decidido dejar de respirar en ese espacio en particular.

«Parca»? —

The clay pot wishes to laugh at the iron pot. --Trinidad proverb

Picasso (full name Pablo Diego Jose Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno Maria de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santisima Trinidad Clito Ruiz y Picasso)

Al entregarle a Trinidad su abrigo, bastón y sombrero, le sonríe con esa amabilidad democrática de quien está acostumbrado a seducir a pobres, ricos, chulapos y marquesas, esclavos y criados, perros y gatos, a todos por igual. —Buenas

Of course I am confused. I've only been here for 57 years.

A Tribute to my Daughter well well well....twenty nine years have come and gone and oh so too quickly.... I tearfully remember my very first child and the dramatic night you came into our lives...you changed us forever Xio...you Blessed our lives....I remember also the first day you looked me straight in my eyes.. you were being held in my right hand after a bath..you turned your head towards me and stared at me like you had never done before...the instant that happened I knew you were acknowledging the fact that I was yours...that's how that look felt... you placed the stamp of your soul in my hands... I knew in that moment that my role as a Father had truly begun... that look told me so... you made it very clear.....no person on this planet ever touched my very soul the way my baby girl did with that first stare..the beautiful brown eyes.. the inquisitive little look that quickly turned in to a very meaningful stare... I actually had to take a sharp breath....I was hooked...hooked for life... now you have grown from the baby we so loved and took care of... the little girl we watched grow...the smart little teenager you became.. I remember our lovely trip to England and Paris.. somehow that trip was meant to be...just the two of us...my little girl and me....you were so very young....I remember the flight...the landing...the excitement in your face...the look in your eyes...and somehow on that trip as we walked along the Champs-Elysees in Paris....I caught a glimpses of the young lady that was in you... I saw the big heart, the loving smiles. the kindness you so openly show... and here we are now.. many years later....you have matured into a very fine young woman.. a bright future... a work of art. At 58 I have met many souls, thousands I think... people of so many types and personalities...so many differences, in so many different places.. yet every time I look at you and especially when I see that beautiful smile...I think to myself... God is real...and man oh man He's really...really....good. I wish you a wonderful Birthday Xio and many many more to come....God Bless you Xio... God Bless you. Love you this much, Dad

When I was seven years old sitting in a tree enjoying the breeze and the gentle sway.. I thought to myself, “surely no one loves like I do”, it’s just not possible, for here I am, in love with the baby blue sky, the Sun, the Earth, the Seas and the forests, I love birds, ants and all of the world’s animals. But then, that was long before I had children

The water off the northern coast of South America is typically choppy and is known to have relatively long wavelengths that are developed by a constant easterly wind. The Guiana Current is a result of this phenomenon and is strongest in April and May. Even at its minimum in September, it is relatively strong and persistent. Hydrographic studies show that the Amazon is sporadically responsible for lobes of relatively low salinity, which follow the current northwest and contribute to the Caribbean having less salinity than the Atlantic. As we got closer to the South American coast, we started feeling the effects of this current and prepared to batten everything down.

―Aristóteles decía que lo corpóreo no tenía cabida sino dentro del número 3, todo es determinado por la trinidad, ya que el principio, el medio y el fin son el número del todo: del tres. Es el número perfecto, la imagen sensible de la divinidad. Y la divinidad tradicionalmente se representa como la esfera. Lo dijeron Jenófanes, Parménides... el propio Platón en el Timeo decía que la esfera era la figura geométrica más perfecta, porque todos sus puntos equidistan del centro.

»Asimismo, el trisquel alude al pasado, el presente y el futuro, y su circunferencia, a la totalidad del tiempo, en constante renovación. Pero también representa la trinidad de mente, alma y cuerpo en perfecto equilibrio; el principio y el fin, la evolución y el crecimiento, el aprendizaje perpetuo y la eterna transformación.

I went to dinner with my friend from Trinidad, Sheba. She made me feel better. She cussed Darius out in Trinidadian creole.

Legionarios de Cristo, la Unión Nacional de Padres de Familia y Provida, la “santísima trinidad” de los grupos conservadores de la élite católica mexicana.

Just visiting from Trinidad, we could have never seen the darkness of this island. The strength of it overpowered and silenced you. Only after moving here did the calm become unsettling. Traces of resentment glowing under the skin of proud faces, in the gait of mobile bodies. The house, our holiday haven from Trinidad city life, seduced us into its womb, promising peace of mind, crime-free living, and the blue Caribbean Sea. Once Peter’s work in Trinidad had finished, we moved. And now the haven sheltered us from things unknown and deep. Always mothering, giving space for mistakes and meditation, watching over our sleep.

He had no mother but Mother Jones Crying from a jail window of Trinidad: “All I want is room enough to stand And shake my fist at the enemies of the human race.

sabiduría y el valor. También ha sido utilizado como símbolo de la Santísima Trinidad”.

¿Por qué no aniquila Dios al demonio? Los demonios son una manifestación del poder de Dios en su atributo de la justicia. Por tanto la mera existencia de los demonios proclama que la Ley de Dios no se vulnera en vano. Ellos son una prueba de que la santidad de la Trinidad es inviolable. El que viola esa santidad se deforma a sí mismo transformándose en demonio. Hay una violación de esa Ley y de esa santidad que es reversible, pero si la voluntad opta por no retornar de esa transgresión, entonces la deformación se vuelve eterna. De ahí que los demonios dan gloria a Dios. Dan gloria a Dios con su existencia. Le glorifican sin quererlo, del único modo que pueden: siendo demonios. Ellos son la terrible prueba del orden divino. El que existan muestra el poder de Dios que contiene y castiga a seres tan poderosos.

In August 1519, Magellan disembarked with a crew of 280 men among the five ships of his fleet: the Concepción, the San Antonio, the Santiago, the Victoria, and the flagship Trinidad. Four of the ships were three- or four-masted sailing ships called carracks; the Trinidad was a caravel. Each vessel held massive stores of supplies to last the men for weeks and months at sea, with plans to resupply in stops along the Canary Islands, Cape Verde, and South American port towns. No shipping clerk could have guessed how much they dangerously underestimated the needs of the voyage.

The clouds parted on your way Dear...did you see it...the angels sang that much sweeter Mum..did you notice...God Himself met you at the Gates...did you thank Him...He gave you rest, peace, and Happiness..no more pain..and suffering Mother Dear... you are Home now.." To Sheila Robertson from your Loving Son...Forever Yours Mum...Christopher