It may signal and end of a cycle and the pause before the beginning of a new endeavor.

It also suggest that you have reached a new level of stability and calmness.

Alternatively, the maddening quietness may refer to the calm before the storm.  

I’ve shared my heart out… and it was cut to the base.

It’s bleeding & I think I’m trying to hold it in…? 

Holding in the blood, so that no one else sees?

& the scene where 2 people were cutting their own tongues… it was like a game to them. It was gross! 

I think what I can relate it with … are the people who cut their tongue into two, for body modification?…

I grew up in the Village NYC, so I grew up with Tattoos and weird people… =P

I love them, but all the money and energy spent on altering their God-given image baffles my mind, as an adult…

I think the two people symbolized liars… 

Talking is just fun and games for them…

We know people who chat about nothing…

We know people who gossip…

We know people who sweet talk to girls…

Oh, I hate liars… =T

To see your own tongue in your dream, represents the things you say and express.

You may have either said too much or you may need to express yourself more.

If you dream that your tongue is unusually long, then it suggests that you are not being truthful and are lying to yourself about something.

If your tongue is sore or looks unusual, then it indicates that you are talking negatively about somebody.

The dream may also be a metaphor that you are tongue-tied. You are nervous about verbalizing or communicating some feeling or thought.

To dream that your tongue is hairy or that there is hair on your tongue, indicates that you are regretting what you said. Something you said could be leaving a strange taste in your mouth.

To dream that you rip someone else’s tongue out, indicates that you are extremely upset with something that this person has said, but you are not able to fully express your anger.  Because you tend to keep your emotions inside, it is finding expression in your dreams in a violent way. 

To dream that someone is sticking out their tongue at you, represents some sexual connotation.

The tongue is sometimes connected with sexuality and maybe seen as a phallic symbol. Alternatively, the dream symbolizes some sort of insult.

Baggage Claims here and there

The owners all not to be found

Claim it and own it, they say…

But I like to travel lightly.

Emotions and Thoughts,

Working together to create

What we know as harmony

The soul changed and

The heart examined…

This is the way I want to live.

Let the Lord determine the future

So your soul finds freedom in the fact

Nothing is urgent in His eyes…

Urgency.

Wait.

Anxiety.

Please go away.

Thank you… and this is your baggage claim ticket.

Please hold until the right flight.

Thanks for flying air High.

Woke up at 4:30 am today.  I had a bit of a tummy ache last night and was at a beginning of a bad lucid dream. Lest the lucid dream actually started, I opted to do some reflecting instead…then the urge to start slapping paint on canvas came. I just couldn't shake it off so I just got up, started working on something (an art project) that's been hovering in my mind for  a while. Not done yet. Will continue again later …perhaps…now off for so … Read More

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About this song… I really dislike it. 

Yeah, it’s catchy but… the message it sends to kids is… 

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Working at the South Bronx Office made me realize a lot of deep issues… of society… Let alone my own dark heart & behavioral issues from childhood. I hate the fact that I am a High School kid trapped in a woman’s body. This is just how I feel… My mom keeps saying you’re 30 soon. I’m barely 27. Thanks for the encouragement, MOM.

Back to the song… & the poverty I witness in the South Bronx… I attended a prayer meeting and got a big hug from Wendy, a much-needed hug.

While looking for the place, I saw a WHOLE group of people… just waiting. Waiting for food.

I don’t think in America, mostly as Korean-Americans, we realize how blessed we are…

I hate the fact that Koreans look down on others. We are so proud & nationalistic that … most of the times, it makes me ill.

You were blessed with immigrant parents that were hard-working… You should work hard and pay them back for the blessings. But don’t look down on other cultures that weren’t raised in fortune like you.

I see the poverty among the African-Americans & Hispanics in the US & the Asians are blind to it… I don’t understand how people can be so cruel?…

Do you bleed red? Do you hurt when you suffer some major loss?… Why can’t we all get along?…

Back to the song again… So the students I’ve seen that go thru BronxConnect… BC does community-based alternative-to-incarceration programming for court-involved youth… BronxConnect works with these students with open court cases who are facing incarceration, unless a suitable community-based alternative can be found.

By providing court advocacy, case management, mental health services, and other support services, BronxConnect has achieved a 75% success rate in preventing youth from returning to the system…

BronxConnect also matches men and women from the Bronx faith community in mentoring relationships with young people… [ From http://uyai.org/page.php?id=docs/programs.html ]

I saw these kids… they have SO MUCH potential. Why don’t we just give them a chance?…

& the song… these kids IDOLIZE the arts that are living in comfort & luxury. That’s all they want… to be “set in life”… the Lies of the enemy telling them that they are worth nothing unless they pursue success…

What kind of lie is this, when they already have value as a child of God?… These kids are not too far from salvation… I tell ya. Pray with me, please?…

⁸Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are

true, whatsoever things are

honest, whatsoever things are

just, whatsoever things are

pure, whatsoever things are

lovely, whatsoever things are

of good report; if there be

any virtue, and if there be

any praise,

think on these things.

Oh my heart, why are you so downcast?

Why do you keep believing & feeding these lies of

Self worth

Self doubt

Self value is NOT from selfishness…

Why are you so self consumed & self-pitying?

Don’t you know who loves you & made you?

Don’t you know that He created it all for us to enjoy

& to live in peace & to die in harmony with Him?

Oh Soul, why are you so dark

& why does grief strike

Like the clock at the corner…

Like the clock always telling us where to go & where to be.

Like NYC that never sleeps…

Like my heart & mind that is so prone to wander.

Oh My soul, worship Him

Oh My heart, you are full with Love

& my mind… Keep things that only matter…

The big picture.

The world at its near end…

The storms and hails.

The shootings… why are you so blind to the realities of life?

What is blinding you so that you keep running around in circles?

What does it matter if u gain the whole world,

But you lose your own soul…?

Soul, Heart, & Mind… You are treasured in His eyes…

Isn’t this enough?

Shouldn’t it satisfy & fill every longing?

The desire to know You

& to find peace & relaxation.

To long for true beauty… not just in the eyes but

In the invisible realm of Truth.

The Spirit battles &

My flesh is growing weak…

But I will decide to fight &

Stand up for what’s right.

Morals? Ethics?

Yes… there is absolute truth.

Yes… there is an absolute power…

& no it does not corrupt

Because this is GOD Almighty

I speak of.

I type of… I dream of… I LIVE for.

Soul, are you still searching & longing?

Why?…

Jesus is the One

& He loves you…

Cares for you…

Deeply & intimately involved with every aspect of you.

Oh Jesus, thank You…

Let your peace reign down in the midst of all these turmoil… even in my own heart.

i think mostly Hispanic background?

they might have been in college?…

were yelling at 5 in the morning…

they were drinking an unnamed drink (i can’t see too far)

& screaming / sounded angry, at one point …

where are your fathers, children?!?!

the people who work for the 311

& 911 weren’t too helpful, if it escalated into an emergency…

* 8 hours ??? after a noise complaint ?

what if it got really bad, really quickly?… =T
underage drinking & driving is a NO NO, BTW!

With your fame and fortune

Was no one there to save you?

Oh father,

Don’t cry

Please dry your eyes

And listen

You never know why tragedy hits

But all I know

That today is a gift

Take advantage of the love you feel

And share it before you dare

Before you dare

To throw it all away

Before it’s too late

Grieving of the heart & soul

My emotions are unbearable to hold

Oh, it’s not surprising but

Still tragic

Oh, it’s never oh so happy…

Oh Amy, was it so hard to bear?

Oh Amy, I hope I felt your pain before now…

The Lord sees & cares

& wants no one to parish

To eternity so gruel…

Oh Amy, it’s too late now…

Oh, father, don’t cry

The Lord is here to comfort you now…

Oh, people come hear the cries

Of people that need us right now…

Oh Amy & others just like her…

Needing the assurance of hope eternal today…

Oh, death where is your sting…

The Lord Jesus has conquered it for me.

My heart should rest in this knowledge

That people were created to have relationship

With the Father…

Oh Amy, is it too late?

Oh Amy, I guess we’ll have to wait…

Sigh.

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