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What Happens When We Die?
Did you know that when we pass away, our souls undergo a life review lasting for 21 Earth days? As our spirits depart from our physical bodies, we naturally move towards a radiant light, which is the source of the reincarnation cycle. Following this, we undergo a comprehensive lifetime review, evaluating our accumulated karma. At this juncture, we face a pivotal choice: to either re-enter the cycle of reincarnation or reconnect with the ultimate source and consciousness of the Creator. Upon choosing reincarnation, we select our life paths and form soul contracts with individuals we will encounter in the physical realm, such as our parents, family, and friends. Contrary to conventional notions of heaven and hell, where some religious institutions place emphasis, karma is the sole determinant of our paths. Throughout this journey, we are accompanied by spirit guides, also known as guardian angels, who offer guidance and support.
zedPublished 9 days ago in Confessions- Top Story - May 2024
To The Girl I used to Be
Dear seventeen-year-old me, I want to tell you how much I loved you. Now as a thirty-two-year-old trans-man, I love you more than you think people did. And believe me sweetheart, lots of people love you. Your Mom loves you so much. Grandma and Grandpa love you. Trevor loves you in his own annoying sort of way.
Raphael FontenellePublished 10 days ago in Confessions Him
I still remember the day I met him. It was a warm summer afternoon, and I was sipping coffee at a quaint little café in the heart of the city. He walked in, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for someone. Our gazes met, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my veins. It was as if time had stopped, and all that existed was him and I.
Isra SaleemPublished 10 days ago in Confessions"The Fragrance"
Fragrance: The Scent of Memories Fragrance is more than just a pleasant smell; it's a time machine that transports us back to memories we thought were long forgotten. A single whiff of a familiar scent can evoke emotions, bring back moments from our past, and connect us to people and places we love.
Isra SaleemPublished 10 days ago in ConfessionsTrapped in Darkness
The world was a desolate place, devoid of any sense of optimism. The once blue skies were now a perpetual gray, casting a gloomy shadow over the barren landscape. The air was thick with the smell of despair, and the only sound was the faint whisper of hopelessness.
Isra SaleemPublished 10 days ago in ConfessionsMy Laptop'
My laptop, a sleek and silver companion, has been my window to the world for as long as I can remember. It's where I escape, create, and connect with others. Its glowing screen is my portal to endless possibilities, a gateway to knowledge, entertainment, and adventure.
Isra SaleemPublished 10 days ago in ConfessionsA Story of My Escaping Toxic Family Dynamics
“They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.” ― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay Family is often said to be what you are stuck with, and extended family is no different. We had seemingly good relations with my uncle’s family, even though my mom kept telling stories about their nonsense ways of connecting, or better yet, lack of connection as humans to members of their own blood. She always said she didn’t want to upset my dad. He always gave my uncle’s family money to help, without expecting anything in return. Ironically, this generosity stirred envy rather than gratitude.
Gabriela Trofin-TatárPublished 10 days ago in ConfessionsI’ll Give You A Pass
Friday, October 31st, 2003. I’m in my 5th grade chorus class at Glenwood Elementary around 9am in the morning. Now me being me I was definitely getting on my music teacher’s last nerve, like I always did around that time. So in a routine fashion she sent me to the corner of the room to what you basically could say was a timeout. At some point during this timeout I found myself falling fatigue as my classmates were singing and playing instruments. It’s not uncommon for a kid to fall asleep in class, especially when they are as lazy as me, but it is a bit alarming when the kid isn’t waking up when the adult are desperate trying to wake him.
Joe PattersonPublished 11 days ago in Confessions"Power of Prayers"
The Power of Prayers As a child, I was taught the importance of prayers. My parents would kneel beside me every night, holding my hands, and praying for our family's well-being. I didn't understand the significance of those moments then, but as I grew older, I realized that prayers were more than just words – they were a connection to something greater than myself.
Isra SaleemPublished 11 days ago in ConfessionsIt's Part of My Testimony
I woke up around 4am and used the bathroom. My stomach was growling. I ate a salad for dinner so It was pretty light. The first thing came to my mind was I hope Madelyn isn't hungry. She's a toddler and I'm an adult and her portion was heavier than mine but she's a baby. Sometimes I wonder if I'll be able to feed her eventhough we get foodstamps every month. Cause of our diet it doesn't really last. I wish we could go to Dallas or Boston because those are the only places I submitted applications for housing. Other than that I'm trying to see what money I have to invest into something to create more money. I have about $300 coming in a month. I also have two ideas outside the youtube channel. My affirmation cards and the money binder, but I can't run a business out of a business because we're in temporary housing. So I'm putting all my energy into my youtube channel and I've seen significant increase in followers it's just not monetized yet. When I cry in front of her she tells me to breathe and its going to be ok but of course she doesn't understand my worry. To not be able to feed your child. That literally breaks my heart cause I been the one handing out food at the pantries to other moms. Lord knows I need clothes and comfortable shoes because I hurt my foot and my ankle is swollen. Having diabetes doesn't help it either. Being a victim is not for me, but sometimes i don't know how I'm going to do all of this. Child support and court I rather not for my own sanity but neither is struggling. I rather depend on God anyway, he always come through. Worrying doesn't help either, I'll just fast so my child can eat. Writing this really breaks my heart because I'm usually the giver, but I sinned. My daughter is a BLESSING & I love my daughter but I have so many regrets I can't seem to let go of. Like coming back to my hometown after having a successfull career out of town. That ruined my life but I also feel like my faith is bigger than my downfalls. Finding the strength is what's keeping me grounded. Letting Go of all the past has put me in a position to start from scratch in my life. The worrying has to be let go of, that doesn't solve anything. Imagine waking up with all this on your mind as a parent. Financial security is one of thee only things I think of when it comes to her. I haven't even wrote a poem lately because I can't get into my creativity. Were trying to find a home in a decent area. Managing this low income and taking care of a growing toddler with no one to depend on. Jesus! Times like this I just keep my head high cause one thing I'm not doing is quiet quitting or giving up on her. It's really hard to change my thoughts but I know it'll get better. He didn't bring me this far to give up on us. Three years in by myself. Since I'm staying in a temporary shelter, focusing on quality time and hugs is going to get us by. I'm promising my child that once I get out of here it's up. This story is going to be part of my testimony. I know I can. I can, I can, I can. Have to plug that affirmation in my brain. We lost everything, but material things can be replaced. On my life I know this season won't go in vain.
I Am Sav ReneePublished 11 days ago in Confessions- Top Story - May 2024
Confronting My Childhood Fear
The first memory that comes to mind when I think of fear in my childhood is about being brave. I was probably 8 years old and spent a few weeks in summer at my grandparents’ farm.
Gabriela Trofin-TatárPublished 11 days ago in Confessions pilot
In the tumultuous landscape of Lamar's life, the struggle for survival began long before he could even comprehend its implications. From the earliest days of his existence, he was thrust into a world where adversity loomed large, casting shadows that threatened to engulf his very soul. Born into a reality shaped by violence and neglect, Lamar's journey was one marked by hardship and heartache, yet also by moments of profound resilience and unwavering hope.
lamar breauxPublished 11 days ago in Confessions