dying ??? Regrets of The Dying - THE 7 passages of LIFE - What you need NOW is a SUPPORT CIRCLE

Meet Madam Jeanne Louise Calment,

who had the longest confirmed human lifespan:

122 years, 164 days. Apparently, fate strongly approved of

the way she lived her life.

She was born in Arles, France, on February 21, 1875.

The Eiffel Tower was built when she was 14 years old.

It was at this time she met Vincent van Gogh.

"He was dirty, badly dressed, and disagreeable,"

she recalled in an interview given in 1988.

When she was 85, she took up fencing, and still rode her bike when she reached 100.

At the age of 114, she starred in a film about her life, at age

115 she had an operation on her hip, and at age 117 she gave up smoking,

having started at the age of 21 in 1896. She didn't give it up for health

reasons; her reason was that she didn't like having to ask someone

to help her light a cigarette once she was nearly blind.

In 1965, Jeanne was 90 years old and had no heirs.

She signed a deal to sell her apartment to a 47-year-old lawyer called André-François Raffray.

He agreed to pay her a monthly sum of 2,500 francs on the condition

he would inherit her apartment after she died.

However, Raffray not only ended up paying Jeanne for 30 years,

but then died before she did at the age of 77.

His widow was legally obliged to continue paying Madam

Calment until the end of her days.

Jeanne retained sharp mental faculties. When she was asked on her 120th birthday

what kind of future she expected to have. Her reply, "A very short one."

Here are the Rules of Life from Jeanne Louise Calment:

"I'm in love with wine."

"All babies are beautiful."

"I think I will die of laughter."

"I've been forgotten by our Good Lord."

"I've got only one wrinkle, and I'm sitting on it."

"I never wear mascara; I laugh until I cry often."

"If you can't change something, don't worry about it."

"Always keep your smile. That's how I explain my long life."

"I see badly, I hear badly, and I feel bad, but everything's fine."

"I have a huge desire to live and a big appetite, especially for sweets."

"I have legs of iron, but to tell you the truth, they're starting to rust and buckle a bit."

"I took pleasure when I could. I acted clearly and morally and without regret. I'm very lucky."

“Being young is a state of mind, it doesn’t depend on one’s body.

I’m actually still a young girl, it's just that I haven't looked so good for the past 70 years."

At the end of one interview, the journalist said,

"Madame, I hope we will meet again sometime next year."

To which Jeanne replied, "Why not? You're not that old; you'll still be here!”

The image with the wings is a piece of art by L. Lichtenfells

 

"THE EYE iS iMPORTANT
~ behind it, is a TRiAD, TRiNE & TRiNTY.
Once you trigger that team, a huge door swings open
and, there is a huge flame in a room there iT iS quite an iN_SiTE-FULL place."
~ susan lynne schwenger
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Post by THE eXchanger

(was once written as, "THE EYE iS iMPORTANT ~ behind it, is a TRiNE/or TRiNTY. once you trigger that team, a huge door swings open and, there is a huge flame in a room there iT iS quite an iN_SiTE-FULL place." - but amended above

 

Jim Woodford Died and Spent 11 Hours in Heaven! Find Out What He Saw!

april 21st, 2014
21 April 2014


View: https://youtu.be/U3UeaUAEB-E

 

Someday someone is going to look at you
with a light in their eyes you've never seen...
they'll look at you like you're everything
they've been looking for their entire lives.
WAiT for iT !!!

Someday someone is going to look at you
with a light in their eyes you have never seen...
they will look at you like you are everything
they have been looking for their entire lives.
WAiT for iT !!!

 

GOD, THIS IS BEAUTIFUL! TAKE THE TIME TO READ IT

As someone who writes often,
I naturally appreciate epic writing when I see it.
This morning, I came across this written piece of art
and it moved me deeply,
so I had to share it with all of you!
Not only are these words true theatre,
they also act as sound advice
~ Mimi Brenninkmeijer-Van Den Broeck



my brain and
heart divorced
a decade ago
over who was
to blame about
how big of a mess
I have become
eventually,
they couldn't be
in the same room
with each other
now my head and heart
share custody of me
I stay with my brain
during the week
and my heart
gets me on weekends
they never speak to one another
- instead, they give me
the same note to pass
to each other every week
and their notes they
send to one another always
says the same thing:
"This is all your fault"
on Sundays
my heart complains
about how my
head has let me down
in the past
and on Wednesday
my head lists all
of the times my
heart has screwed
things up for me
in the future
they blame each
other for the
state of my life
there's been a lot
of yelling - and crying
so,
lately, I've been
spending a lot of
time with my gut
who serves as my
unofficial therapist
most nights, I sneak out of the
window in my ribcage
and slide down my spine
and collapse on my
gut's plush leather chair
that's always open for me
~ and I just sit sit sit sit
until the sun comes up
last evening,
my gut asked me
if I was having a hard
time being caught
between my heart
and my head
I nodded
I said I didn't know
if I could live with
either of them anymore
"my heart is always sad about
something that happened yesterday
while my head is always worried
about something that may happen tomorrow,"
I lamented
my gut squeezed my hand
"I just can't live with
my mistakes of the past
or my anxiety about the future,"
I sighed
my gut smiled and said:
"in that case,
you should
go stay with your
lungs for a while,"
I was confused
- the look on my face gave it away
"if you are exhausted about
your heart's obsession with
the fixed past and your mind's focus
on the uncertain future
your lungs are the perfect place for you
there is no yesterday in your lungs
there is no tomorrow there either
there is only now
there is only inhale
there is only exhale
there is only this moment
there is only breath
and in that breath
you can rest while your
heart and head work
their relationship out."
this morning,
while my brain
was busy reading
tea leaves
and while my
heart was staring
at old photographs
I packed a little
bag and walked
to the door of
my lungs
before I could even knock
she opened the door
with a smile and as
a gust of air embraced me
she said
"what took you so long?"
~ John Roedel (johnroedel.com

 

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THE THREE MARBLES


I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes.

I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean,

hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas....

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas.

I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.

Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation
between Mr.. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

'Hello Barry, how are you today?'

'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas.

They sure look good..'

'They are good, Barry.. How's your Ma?'

'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'

'Good. Anything I can help you with?'

'No, Sir.

Jus' admirin' them peas.'

'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller.

'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'

'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'

'All I got's my prize marble here.'

'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller.

'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'

'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue
and I sort of go for red.

Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked..

'Not zackley but almost.'

'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home
with you and next trip this way let me
look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy.

'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'

Mrs... Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.

With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him
in our community, all three
are in very poor circumstances..

Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples,
tomatoes, or whatever..

When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do,
he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home
with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one,
when they come on their next trip to the store.'

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man.

A short time later I moved
to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man,
the boys, and their bartering for marbles.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one.

Just recently I had
occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community
and while I was there
learned that Mr. Miller had died.

They were having his visitation that evening and
knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them.

Upon arrival at the
mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased
and to offer whatever
words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men.

One was in an army uniform and the other
two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...
all very professional looking.

They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling
by her husband's casket.

Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek,
spoke briefly with her
and moved on to the casket.

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one,
each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand
over the cold pale hand in the casket.

Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes...

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller.

I told her who I was and reminded her of the
story from those many years ago and what she had told me
about her husband's bartering for marbles.

With her eyes glistening, she took my hand
and led me to the casket.

'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.

They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them.

Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size.....
they came to pay their debt.'

'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,'
she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself
the richest man in Idaho ..'

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers
of her deceased husband.

Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

*We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.

Life is not measured by the breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away!*

Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles:

A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself...

An unexpected phone call from an old friend .....

Green stoplights on your way to work...

The fastest line at the grocery store...

A good sing-along song on the radio...

Your keys found right where you left them.

IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER,
BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER that MATTERs !!!

 

SPECIAL BONDS last a lifetime

video

specialbondslastalifetime.mp4

 

ONCE UPON A TiME...
THERE WAS A GiRL who had Four BOYFRiENDS

She loved the fourth boyfriend the most and adorned him with rich robes
and treated him to the finest of delicacies.

She gave him nothing but the best.

She also loved the third boyfriend
very much and was always showing him off
to neighboring kingdoms.

However, she feared that one day
he would leave her for another.

She also loved her second boyfriend.

He was her confidant and was always kind,
considerate and patient with her.

Whenever this girl faced a problem,
she could confide in him, and he would help her
get through the difficult times.


The girl's first boyfriend was a very loyal partner
and had made great contributions in maintaining her wealth and kingdom.

However, she did not love the first boyfriend.

Although he loved her deeply,
she hardly took notice of him!

One day, the girl fell ill and she knew her time was short.

She thought of her luxurious life and wondered,
'I now have four boyfriends with me,
but when I die, will I be a alone.'

Thus, she asked the fourth boyfriend,
'I loved you the most, endowed you
with the finest clothing and showered great care over you.

Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?

'No way!', replied the fourth boyfriend,
and he walked away without another word.

His answer cut like a sharp knife right into her heart.

The sad girl then asked the third boyfriend,
'I loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying,
will you follow me and keep me company?'

'No!', replied the third boyfriend.

'Life is too good!

When you die, I'm going to marry someone else!'

Her heart sank and turned cold

She then asked the second boyfriend,
'I have always turned to you for help
and you've always been there for me.

When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?'

'I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!',
replied the second boyfriend.

'At the very most, I can only walk with you to your grave.'

His answer struck her like a bolt of lightning,
and the girl was devastated.

Then a voice called out:

'I'll go with you.

I'll follow you no matter where you go.'

The girl looked up, and there was her first boyfriend.

He was very skinny as he suffered from malnutrition and neglect.

Greatly grieved, the girl said,
'I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!'

In truth, you have four boyfriends in your lives:

Your fourth boyfriend is your body.

No matter how much time and effort you lavish in making it look good,
it will leave you when you die.

Your third boyfriend is your possessions, status and wealth.

When you die, it will all go to others.

Your second boyfriend is your family and friends.

No matter how much they have been there for you,
the furthest they can stay by you is up to the grave.

And your first boyfriend is your spirit.

Often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world.

However, your spirit is the only thing that will follow you where ever you go.

Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now,
for it is the only part of you that will follow you
to the throne of God and continue with you throughout Eternity.

Thought for the day:
Remember, when the world pushes you to your knees,
you're in the perfect position to pray.

~susan @13linesofspirit