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And carrying his second daughter, he cried to the heavens............&lt;br /&gt;
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And the branch of a tree came out from the heavens. it&#39;s trunk of Gold.......&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s leaves dark green....&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s seeds were of Gold and scattered around it. And he picked ONE and put in his mouth....then he awoke&lt;br /&gt;
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If Roaring is a Sin, the Lion would never go to confession for it. For it makes no sense to confess that which you know you are going to do again and again. &amp;nbsp;Likewise a Man confessing his nature/purpose to another Man. Even if he does, it could never bring about true redemption. For there should be one great &amp;nbsp;and last confession backed with a conviction that a recurrence is impossible. Only then can true forgiveness be attracted. True repentance necessitates true forgiveness for true sins.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5963049272301238798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2014/10/if-roaring-is-sin-lion-would-never-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/5963049272301238798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/5963049272301238798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2014/10/if-roaring-is-sin-lion-would-never-go.html' title='Roaring Confession'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1TJpVVJzKbOsehRWItPehm9kOVZ7-OambGRc3XX5uEgkzC5bkzHuMc1HD3ybAAGGOXVG0Pzayn24jQnV3a9o5tEkh6GN8YpfM1sEV674MmEKvl_F1PSM-6eQ1Pf851N2KHX59BrmYPI/s72-c/Roaring+Lion.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-7645770384815177998</id><published>2014-10-18T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-10-18T05:56:29.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I, wisdom dwell with prudence(Proverbs 8:12)-Wisdom is located where great care is taken in a purposeful invention.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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She cries out by the Gates, at the entry of the City, at the entrance of the doors.(Proverbs 8:3)- Wisdom has a time within which it can be found. Mostly at the beginnings. Before the decision is made.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Lord possessed me at the beginning of his way, before his works of old.(Proverbs 8:22).&lt;br /&gt;
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Because you disdained all my counsel and would&amp;nbsp; have none of my rebuke. I also would laugh at your calamity; I will mock when your terror comes, when your terror comes like a storm, and your destruction comes like a whirlwind, when distress and anguish come upon you.(Proverbs 1:25)- Wisdom has a season within which it can be found. Once it is not sought first, it can never be found again. The endeavor would be a groping in the dark. The light(wisdom) is not guiding.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7645770384815177998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2014/10/i-wisdom-dwell-with-prudenceproverbs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/7645770384815177998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/7645770384815177998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2014/10/i-wisdom-dwell-with-prudenceproverbs.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSGgVM-Dt8e82mDUf3UgdIe7O824koG9l3WReNe1_eTO9pykk8OYJvWxiW-MEmjJ7wvFHXHncWTmIyQGGg1eJh1IOGSawlCT-ksu-E3rKLANke2I1bWpnr2LQGQyB1R4zdevscdCO8KCg/s72-c/Wisdom1.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-632025372988817495</id><published>2014-10-01T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-10-01T06:59:41.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity- The other word for Time and Season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Opportunity comes with time and season. Watch 
out for the right time and cease it. It&#39;s like catching up with a high 
speed train. It&#39;s a two-edged sword. You arrive on time and the journey 
is shorter.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/632025372988817495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2014/10/opportunity-other-word-for-time-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/632025372988817495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/632025372988817495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2014/10/opportunity-other-word-for-time-and.html' title='Opportunity- The other word for Time and Season.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZkz-xtGQw8f2ZhdewwaSe8bcaABNxqol1OO6x6xwiBUCU4OPNs7Tc2pfr0Heb9ntx_W4XiEroU5wQE1kr_lPJkkvm4x-HuRlJbfQp8gw_3QfjcA6H8YpXSkfSvVLm_-LAFgkCqf7YgA/s72-c/opportunity.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-5830966376381803490</id><published>2014-10-01T06:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-10-01T06:55:26.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAITH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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As Marie Massey went into labor four months &lt;a href=&quot;http://abcnews.go.com/Health/follow-study-finds-worlds-smallest-surviving-newborns-fine/story?id=15121655&quot; target=&quot;external&quot;&gt;early, &lt;/a&gt;she wondered in desperation whether keeping her legs closed would do any good.
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&quot;You just think stupid things,&quot; she said.
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Baby Faith was born anyway, and she weighed only 15 ounces -- lighter than a loaf of bread.
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&quot;They didn&#39;t think she was going to be alive, but I knew she was. Because I just knew it,&quot; Massey told ABCNews.com.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The day before, Massey, 42, stayed home from work because she wasn&#39;t 
feeling well. She was 23 weeks pregnant and decided she only needed one 
day off, so she planned to return to her regular commute to Manhattan 
the following day.
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But on the train from her home in Princeton, N.J., she didn&#39;t feel 
right. She nearly asked a conductor to stop the train, but as a veteran 
commuter, she didn&#39;t want to make everyone late for work, she said. She 
could wait 30 more minutes, she told herself.
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Once she got to the bank where she worked, she leaned her chair back and rubbed her stomach.
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That&#39;s when her coworker turned to her and said the thing she couldn&#39;t believe: &quot;I think you&#39;re in labor.&quot;
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&quot;I said, &#39;Are you sure? It can&#39;t be. You&#39;re wrong,&#39;&quot; Massey recalled, 
noting her coworker told her that she had &quot;the look&quot; his wife had before
 she gave birth.
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Massey called her doctor, who suggested she go straight to NYU Langone 
Medical Center. A short cab ride later, she was lying in a bed and 
undergoing an ultrasound.
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&quot;Oh boy, that&#39;s when everything started rolling,&quot; Massey said.
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Trying to keep Massey calm, a nurse gave her a pet name, &quot;chicken,&quot; and 
told her to relax. Then, Massey mentioned that she was feeling a little 
pressure, and the nurse said a little too calmly that she would be right
 back.
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Minutes later, the room filled with doctors, who told her the baby was 
positioned to come out. They tried pills to stop Massey&#39;s labor, but it 
was no use.
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;baseline&quot;&gt;&quot;Are you sure? It can&#39;t be. You&#39;re wrong.&quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Faith was born at 4:43 p.m. on March 7. She wasn&#39;t even born in a delivery room.
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After Massey kissed the tiny baby hello, doctors told her that babies 
born at 23 weeks rarely survive, and if they do, they run the risk of 
cerebral palsy, brain bleeds and other complications.
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&quot;The list went on and on,&quot; Massey said. &quot;So I&#39;m laying there, and I kept
 saying to them, &#39;She&#39;s gonna be fine. Don&#39;t worry.&#39; They said, &#39;But you
 don&#39;t understand Ms. Massey. There&#39;s no chance here.&#39;&quot;
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Massey joked that &quot;like a dingbat&quot; she calmly suggested doctors give her
 daughter oxygen, steroids and anything else that might help her.
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She remembered the dream she had the night before going into labor. In 
it, she said God told her he would take care of her daughter, but she 
had to have &quot;faith.&quot;
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And that&#39;s how Faith got her name.
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Neonatologist Dr. Michael Espiritu at NYU Langone said Faith was the 
smallest baby he&#39;d ever encountered and that she had a lot working 
against her. She was born because there was an infection in Massey&#39;s 
placenta. Though doctors often give steroids to mothers who prematurely 
go into labor to boost lung growth in the time before birth, Faith was 
born almost immediately after doctors counseled Massey on the gravity of
 the situation.
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&quot;Right as we started talking to her, it all started happening very fast,&quot; Espiritu said.
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Babies born that young have only a 20 percent chance of survival, 
Espiritu said. And only 5 percent survive without significant brain 
damage.&lt;/div&gt;
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The following morning, Massey got up to visit Faith. At the elevator, 
nurses saw her and told her she needed someone to accompany her 
downstairs. She&#39;d just given birth, after all. She told them she&#39;d wait,
 but left anyway. She wanted to see her baby girl, even though she 
couldn&#39;t hold her.
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Faith was bright red, with translucent, underdeveloped skin, Massey 
said. She was in an incubator with bright purple lights, and was on a 
ventilator to help her premature lungs breath.
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&quot;Her breathing tube was the smallest one that we have,&quot; Espiritu said.
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Faith&#39;s tiny body was covered in a saran wrap-like material to keep her warm.
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A few days later, Massey was able to return home, but Faith would remain in the hospital for months to come.
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Massey spent her maternity leave visiting Manhattan to see Faith. When 
she went back to work, her boss allowed her to take two-hour lunch 
breaks to visit the neonatal intensive care unit. Babies and parents 
would come in and go out, but Faith and Massey would stay behind.
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;baseline&quot;&gt;&quot;She beat remarkable odds, I think, to go home the way that she did.&quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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She could always tell when a family was about to take their baby home 
because a car seat would appear behind that baby&#39;s bed. So when it was 
finally time for Faith to go home, nearly four months after her 
birthday, Massey bought two car seats for her.
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That was in July. Now, Faith weighs nearly 10 pounds.
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&quot;She smiles like crazy,&quot; Massey said. &quot;She&#39;s just a happy baby. As soon as you talk to her, she smiles.&quot;
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Faith can even get on her hands and push her body all the way up, Massey said, describing it as some kind of baby yoga pose.
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Espiritu saw Faith and Massey the day they left the NICU.
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&quot;It was such a happy day for me, for everyone who cared for her,&quot; he 
said. &quot;Seeing her from when she was so tiny and seeing her look like she
 was a regular baby, as if nothing had happened to her.&quot;
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Espiritu called Faith a &quot;miracle.&quot; Her brain had no structural damage, 
she didn&#39;t need oxygen at the time of her discharge, and she avoided 
major surgery, he said. Still, doctors will need to pay special 
attention to her as she meets her milestones for the next several years.
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&quot;She beat remarkable odds, I think, to go home the way that she did,&quot; 
Espiritu said, adding that the NYU Langone staff took excellent care of 
her, but didn&#39;t do anything out of the ordinary for a preemie. &quot;It 
surprised everyone that took care of her how strong she was.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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consistency as the ruled, people will hardly have any respite from toil 
and misfortune. Human nature is never able to take control of all human 
affairs without being filled with arrogance and injust&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;ice.
 After all we don&#39;t put cattle in charge of cattle or goats in charge of
 goats but control them ourselves because we are a superior species. 
Even Christ who would come to rule without end as written in the holy 
book is not completely human, but has a God element.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/487508435138250930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2013/11/rulership.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/487508435138250930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/487508435138250930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2013/11/rulership.html' title='Rulership'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRSBlSfXa4O-_8CbVTEJOqYNSa9vI_yn61USTnBxhhZPwnKIuZx_Qa1aEJNv5pAOb7gWNJ7f6PUM6ZLXXb4ROOXJ_DAkxf-vrGM43WBjOLZVyBO1JFoquyF-a2eHo8iqGNIan1pzW6sTg/s72-c/Rulership.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-4484535234310626621</id><published>2013-09-06T04:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-09-06T04:57:14.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snake &amp; Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadUOEZ1uscF_L9E5Z_83CZqx39P1deu2XF15WYtfmHFf3dUDbeKP1VKQpNfO1ds0nYoOe0SK_mPJ1zZZsCgY30TnSfhG3rFko9CF96cxMOeO2cSjbmMe4Yx43Kr7_nTzNgHrHJ5ypA8g/s1600/Snakes+&amp;amp;+Frog.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadUOEZ1uscF_L9E5Z_83CZqx39P1deu2XF15WYtfmHFf3dUDbeKP1VKQpNfO1ds0nYoOe0SK_mPJ1zZZsCgY30TnSfhG3rFko9CF96cxMOeO2cSjbmMe4Yx43Kr7_nTzNgHrHJ5ypA8g/s1600/Snakes+&amp;amp;+Frog.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;One  day the Snake asked the Frog, &quot;who is the fastest between us?&quot; &quot;If you  know me, you&#39;ll know my character&quot; said the Frog. So the snake  challenged the Frog to a mini race. The Snake in a confident state asked  the Frog to start while he catches up later. So the Frog started and  after a while got to a bush path where a Farmer was resting under a  tree. Somehow the Farmer noticed the frog and exclaimed in a native  dialect-&quot;awo anaghi agba oso ehihie n&#39;efu. ma onweghi ihe o na-achu, o  nwere ihe n&#39;achu ya&quot;, meaning-the Frog does not run in the afternoon for  nothing. If it is not chasing something then something is chasing it.  The words were still in his mouth when the Snake appeared and before any  eye could blink the Farmer killed the snake with his cutlass. At the  sight of the Snake&#39;s lifeless body the Frog exclaimed, &quot;but I told you,  If you know me you&#39;ll know my character&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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The moral of the story is simple: Never pick an opponent before his character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4484535234310626621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-snake-frog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/4484535234310626621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/4484535234310626621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-snake-frog.html' title='The Snake &amp; Frog'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadUOEZ1uscF_L9E5Z_83CZqx39P1deu2XF15WYtfmHFf3dUDbeKP1VKQpNfO1ds0nYoOe0SK_mPJ1zZZsCgY30TnSfhG3rFko9CF96cxMOeO2cSjbmMe4Yx43Kr7_nTzNgHrHJ5ypA8g/s72-c/Snakes+&amp;+Frog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-8956851034237932350</id><published>2013-07-04T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-04T07:16:56.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ERRORS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-GHXHs1XxzXHgH68-sXgJ0JDNW_h2k7co2SQd9U2f-ImQtP_heocfma4p39Axac8HJNBnadmSxXENdDNLHj6N0Bg0EkTMUvOTLYwXPUQex6lKcXYoInR2A3gkkcE8QP992jLXa6JNctI/s248/Mistakes.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-GHXHs1XxzXHgH68-sXgJ0JDNW_h2k7co2SQd9U2f-ImQtP_heocfma4p39Axac8HJNBnadmSxXENdDNLHj6N0Bg0EkTMUvOTLYwXPUQex6lKcXYoInR2A3gkkcE8QP992jLXa6JNctI/s248/Mistakes.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because you lacked you embarked on a quest to never lack again. You climbed mountains, you made enemies, turned your back on many,imbibed new attitudes &amp;amp; character, made friends at the top, acquired properties, diversified investment and now live with abundance. And all of a sudden you came to a realization of the truth-you didn&#39;t need this much to survive, all you needed was little. You now try to preach it but no one is listening because they are on a quest to be like you. You shout and cry out and they conclude that you want only yourself to be at the top. If only they knew the truth. If only they could see from your perspective. Yes it&#39;s good to be at the top but there is really no problem with being at the bottom if you have been at the top. This knowledge is all that is needed. This knowledge is what those around you should crave for! You try to tell them that they mustn&#39;t experience being at the top to have it but they ask you how you came about yours. You point towards the two Os-observation &amp;amp; obedience. They tell you it&#39;s childish. They tell you that they are men and therefore thrive thru pain. You cry every night because no one listens. For now you know that it&#39;s better to obey than to experience. You remember your youth. And all who did what you were now doing. How you equally bluffed at them. You wished for this youth. But it is too late. Strength is leaving your bones! The youthful zeal is gone! And you realize another truth-that in your getting and pursuits understanding &amp;amp; wisdom was lacking. For it is only a fool who spends 80% of his life on a quest that he would have probably read in a book or observed someone else&#39;s life or listened to someone who had gone on the same quest to extract the truth. In other words stubbornness would only lead to long cuts masquerading as short cuts. Yes they might call you lazy but obedience is better than sacrifice. Yes prodigal sons are celebrated but even that memory fades with time. It is only a mad man who goes about looking for what he already has. Do not be deceived!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8956851034237932350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2013/07/errors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/8956851034237932350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/8956851034237932350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2013/07/errors.html' title='ERRORS!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-GHXHs1XxzXHgH68-sXgJ0JDNW_h2k7co2SQd9U2f-ImQtP_heocfma4p39Axac8HJNBnadmSxXENdDNLHj6N0Bg0EkTMUvOTLYwXPUQex6lKcXYoInR2A3gkkcE8QP992jLXa6JNctI/s72-c/Mistakes.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-1964522476765553637</id><published>2013-05-31T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-31T05:07:24.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Marriage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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One of the most important thing to do before getting married is to know yourself. It is only when you know who you are that you can know what you have and penultimately what you need as you&#39;ll know what you don&#39;t have. It&#39;s similar to stock taking in accounting. It is carried out to know what is needed as the exercise reveals what is left or available. The problem with most marriages today is not that stocks are not taken before the consummation. The issue is that they are taken on base things like sex, money, skin color, tribe, religion etc. While these things are not unimportant they remain secondary &amp;amp; ephemeral. Let us take an example: If you marry someone based on the fact the sex is great or the money is available, what happens if tomorrow age reduces the sexual ability or unprecedented events whisk all the money away? But if stock is taken on virtues, the gain is real and more permanent. When an overly patient but scarcely courageous Man marries an impatient lady but overly courageous lady, then there is a Kris-kross gain for both parties. This is why one plus one equals one in marriage. Together they are of full value but separated neither can function optimally. Consequently, Marriage ought to bring about an increment on every side as someone who initially had one hand and acquires an extra hand is supposed to do more than before. This is the basis for marriage and should be in place before consummation.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1964522476765553637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2013/05/before-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/1964522476765553637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/1964522476765553637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2013/05/before-marriage.html' title='Before Marriage.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOFIFfujQYU2w3WTk278eOL12k9VphNj9_nTG8q7ej89LO2BziK-Nsdcn6orKDgLc1Y-jWdsLD09VMwNMLFUpZSOCfSJqL7TULhUMD742eTJaZ9hY2w5K_859ANjwjfFTPOCMTM5_zEw/s72-c/Marriage.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-5092161034817490720</id><published>2013-05-30T02:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-30T03:10:16.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deliberate nature of Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Success in Life is deliberate. It is not about going with the tides, waves or wind. Rather it is going against these. For it is a struggle! Do not be unhappy when you struggle for it is supposed to be so. In child birth both Mother &amp;amp; child struggle. Even Fathers struggle emotionally too. There is no easy way out. There are no shortcuts for they don&#39;t pay off in the long run! Christ struggled in Gethsemane. Jacob struggled with an Angel. Samson with the Philistines. Moses with Pharaoh for the freedom of the Children of God. Noah with an Ark and the negativity of his opposers then. Even Christianity itself is a struggle. Paul, Peter, James, John, struggled. Even our Country Nigeria was borne out of a struggle. Therefore we shouldn&#39;t be struggle-averse for it is a genetic code. What is a sense of accomplishment without struggle? The Man who works hard not to struggle has created a mirage for himself. For there would never be a time we would not struggle. The earlier you accept this the faster your redemption from a Life of struggle. Treat struggle like a bullet. Even though it can kill you. It can also protect you! It is a Neutral Power!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5092161034817490720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2013/05/success-in-life-is-deliberate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/5092161034817490720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/5092161034817490720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2013/05/success-in-life-is-deliberate.html' title='The Deliberate nature of Success'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUR6CoNeVvzPTXUwR7NPKZZUxzcCdd_BlRhNDRJZjtZnONfqziFcXscFDeS60woXpzLZExy503mhf1OlwXLn12EAL15hDBi4oapeTS-QHKdDEVBUJnrb3xO-dtcC2xCuIt70RaitRrIuc/s72-c/Struggle.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-7838513226417160981</id><published>2013-05-30T02:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-30T03:05:42.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;h5 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;A
 Relationship is like Business. You need to identify the purpose before 
entering/commencing the transaction. For without purpose in every of our
 endeavors how can we be his children? Or were we not made in his image?
 For if he has thoughts towards  us, does he not have a plan? But every 
choice, thought or decision has it&#39;s merits as well as demerits and a 
conclusion as to the wisdom in each can only be made at the end of the 
race and not while the run is on within the tracks.  However there is 
one who knows the end from the beginning. And it is a privilege to have 
access to him. Because you don&#39;t have to run the race to make the 
conclusion or see the end. It buys you time and is the shortest cut to 
living happily ever after. Find this access and do whatever it takes to 
possess this privilege for it ensures you have the right purpose before 
entering any relationship or business deal. It is a sure ticket to 
success. It is a person! It is a He! He is God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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There is equally balance in an unbalanced situation. An  Imbalance is created when the initial State of something is altered. But  a new state of balance is created after this altera&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;tion.  And even though the state is altered again to the former, both a  balance and imbalance state is created. Therefore a State of equilibrium  is not necessarily a balanced one but merely a state of equality.  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Why are they so scarce? Because the rich don&#39;t engage in the conduct of small transactions? You might be tempted to conclude that aggregate demand for bills has tilted towards the higher bills. But on a second thought the implication would be that a greater percentage of the populace now belong to the upper echelon in society. And it equally suggests that the inhabitants of the matrix labelled poor has gotten smaller. Hmmmh....It&#39;s far too right, no wonder why it feels so wrong!&lt;br /&gt;
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When human Beings are pitched against themselves for whatever reason, competition breeds. Be it in a cage, school or race track the aim remains one thing-to outshine others. This is not too good. Promulgating a decree or promoting a system just because it benefits you and probably a few is a selfish act that ignores the majority who out of their natural endowment do or might not fit into these schemes. The consequence is that a new yard stick of success and well being is introduced and everyone begins to acquire things and ways that would enable them fit into these schemes irrespective of their beliefs and natural endowments. In my opinion, competition is to a large extent for amusement and Entertainment. By making it the bedrock of our schooling system we failed woefully because we never gave it a careful thought. Today we talk about conspicuous consumption and it&#39;s devastating&amp;nbsp; negative effects which have placed many individual and household units in a vicious cycle of debts that only an exogenous injection of funds can halt. When savings is used to finance&amp;nbsp; conspicuous consumption then what is left for Investment? Conspicuous consumption is nothing more than emulating the consumption patterns of the developed nations without a commensurate income. We copy because we want to be like. And we want to be like because we believe we can be like. The root of conspicuous consumption is a sense of competition. Of course we all are running a race but for Heaven&#39;s sake not against ourselves? Remember we wrestle not against flesh and blood! In other words our enemies are not our opponents as we have been taught to think. Rather it is the principles that produce these belief systems of trying to be the best or be better than others. Competition can never be healthy! It is not about who comes first, second or third. Neither is it about who makes a first class or pass degree in the University. What we should promote is a culture of Diligence! In other words we should focus on finishing our race or completing our course and not finishing first or last. Combining this issue of competition with Time worsens everything. Time wouldn&#39;t be a problem to the diligent. There is always plenty of time to do whatever you want to do because time stands still, waiting for you to use it. The clock gives us this illusion that time moves. The only difference between 2p.m today and 2p.m tomorrow is what happened or took place within each. A Harvard Business review edition stated that the best way to be in competition is to be out of competition. In other words one should produce a UNIQUE set of products or service that is unrivaled in the market. The attention there is the word UNIQUE. To be unique is to look at what is inside and draw it out. As no two fingerprints are the same, no two human beings possess the same gifting and talents. This should be our focus as it is our strength! To draw out what is inside each by exposing each to different things as well as circumstances.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3980908173546169452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-element-of-competition-concept-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/3980908173546169452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/3980908173546169452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-element-of-competition-concept-of.html' title='The Element of Competition &amp; the Concept of Time.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3G3oXkDX5bEq9LRod43T2Bmm1qHhJAUKvXpRYwVjvuuSW_rbc8sXShC1VR8HFneokuWGg5FVp9AKY_JY8v2BBKcc54Z5IlIfakR-wb2q6mZ1nsrPiqY5GXVrzN9MDf6muYHmkM4N9nQ/s72-c/Competition.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-8870097186230050015</id><published>2013-02-01T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-01T03:18:05.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNMERITED LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I didn&#39;t want to do it. I knew I shouldn&#39;t. But your influence was so strong. I tried to hide my weakness but couldn&#39;t. I was enchanted and enslaved. Your portion was too strong for me! I was told not to. My instincts were bare. My fears confirmed it. But my decision making became a drag. It became too heavy for me. The elixir of your love and the future I painted on the canvas of my mind produced the strongest drug ever known. I was willing to die 4 you. I would risk anything for you. I risked my freedom for you. I abandoned people. I abandoned things. Just to cling to you and be assured of beholding of your beauty every morning.I Loved you when I couldn&#39;t explain it. I needed a companion. A pretty one at that. You were a treasure to me. From the first day I wanted to have you all to myself and I did get what I wanted as always and usual. The gates of hell couldn&#39;t stand in my way of having you. Even the Devil saw it and gave way at the fierceness of my determination. I was unstoppable. Where did that Energy surge come from? Even when you treated me wrong I still loved you in anticipation of a change. Though a Lion I became a Lamb. I would have paid the ultimate price then. For I was a super fool for your love and to some extent still is. But the portion is wearing out. Because I laid my love on the floor you trampled upon it. But now I would take it to the highest height. Now I know why Love should be labored for. My only conviction would be that you love me as I have loved you. Undeserving &amp;amp; unmerited and yet given. Love me as I have loved you!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8870097186230050015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2013/02/unmerited-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/8870097186230050015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/8870097186230050015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2013/02/unmerited-love.html' title='UNMERITED LOVE'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQaU2NvS8ZpP1PZzc5yA5BgJf_F9oP-idH__3Z6f9HfoYbLjTqmgZknmXMCyzHskBr_WrViu_x2vligWZ0SygBM0BGNC2MVaRNnHq242ZkUeytmPQ_LU0SioT5nBNBk-DPvZXca5q2twc/s72-c/U.L.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-4449391486073687343</id><published>2013-02-01T01:43:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-01T01:43:50.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LIGHT AND DARKNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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There is a Light in the Darkness! The Darkness could not understand it. The Light thought towards the annihilation of the Darkness but held on as it was Light(Full of Understanding). For it discovered that it was for it&#39;s sake and that the darker it got, the more it shined.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a reason we are what we are. We are because something else is. Sometimes our destiny demands the destruction of that for which we are. But let us remember that this means our destruction as well. Yes, it is good to see but if we don&#39;t close our eyes at times we won&#39;t appreciate our sight. For this reason things co-exist. We fight once in a while but let us always understand that without each other we lose our identification and with our sense of direction and purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
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My talent is a light in the Darkness. It is ignited by your negativity. So many times I thought a separation would do us good. But my patience and slowness to anger I now know is yet another Gift. For without it my reasoning would not have been engaged towards a co-existence. For your sake I am what I am. We might not agree all the time but nevertheless we are together. I am because you are! The Light is because the Darkness is. For this reason, the Lion will lay down with the Lamb. For this reason I lay with you amidst our misunderstanding.I am the Light and you are the darkness. I am your Light and you are my Darkness!&lt;br /&gt;
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A true&amp;nbsp;friend from the past. Arriving despite the odds. You are wlcome to my household. Queen Isabelle!  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1068278341169778847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/12/queen-isabelle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/1068278341169778847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/1068278341169778847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/12/queen-isabelle.html' title='Queen Isabelle'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlxqS3Q8lcro6VwwlFnN59AEOBG3Wet2EVNfnvmo3scyNLFxBEENCz2JdKpiHn2dkYHybIjoE36WtJBD4cYiNPycYxzgaLo9Mr1WsvDb-kKzfkrAjDWuEYWN1Rdjeox-1HAUElTS2H2s/s72-c/IMG-20121123-00335.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-5199805214819384027</id><published>2012-11-15T04:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-15T04:09:54.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The product of Neccessity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Necessity has a very powerful Influence. 4 it produces desperate courage which is a formidable pressure, and very intimidating.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5199805214819384027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-product-of-neccessity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/5199805214819384027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/5199805214819384027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-product-of-neccessity.html' title='The product of Neccessity'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-6888894002766960635</id><published>2012-11-15T04:02:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-15T04:02:49.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PATH OF GOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Doing good is a habit and character whose 
benefits does not materialise immediately one commences the practice 
because it&#39;s path is guarded by wisdom to keep thieves off it. 4 to 
reach it&#39;s time of harvest one must be consumed by it&#39;s spirit.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6888894002766960635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-path-of-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/6888894002766960635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/6888894002766960635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-path-of-good.html' title='THE PATH OF GOOD'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-522005728086645019</id><published>2012-11-15T04:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-15T04:02:09.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODNESS:ALONG OR END OF THE ROAD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;It is wise to do for free, that which a Man 
ties your well-being to. 4 by doing so u teach his soul, and not him, 2 
eternal lessons-(1) Good is priceless &amp;amp; can&#39;t be bought with 
Caesar&#39;s coin.(2) Good is scattered along a road &amp;amp; not at the end of
 the road.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/522005728086645019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/11/goodnessalong-or-end-of-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/522005728086645019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/522005728086645019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/11/goodnessalong-or-end-of-road.html' title='GOODNESS:ALONG OR END OF THE ROAD?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-8057588248022304382</id><published>2012-11-15T04:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-15T04:00:40.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your relationship with God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;We ask God 4 help when he needs our help. We 
pray to have faith in him when he wants to have faith in us. We ask for 
his love which he has already given us and is asking 4 ours in return. 
What do we need from him that he has not given us? What about him?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8057588248022304382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/11/what-is-your-relationship-with-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/8057588248022304382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/8057588248022304382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/11/what-is-your-relationship-with-god.html' title='What is your relationship with God?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-4200155709877572589</id><published>2012-04-15T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-15T13:31:53.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLUTIONS SOLUTION!</title><content type='html'>Every problem they say has a solution. I agree. But I&#39;ve really x-rayed solutions to most of the societal poblems in history and have been left with a surprising revelation or rather a question? Which solution has not left us with more to do or more cost to bear? So can we really call them solutions?&amp;nbsp;Let&#39;s have a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;
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Generators: The light problem was to be solved with this, but with maintainance and diesel costs I doubt so. Wthat about noise pollution and air pollution costs?&lt;br /&gt;
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Automobiles: Yes we tavel faster and sometimes in the most amazing level of luxury and comfort but with&amp;nbsp; accidents, inability to walk a mile, maintainance,fuel scarcity costs, lack of parking spaces and the no of crimes committed to procure one makes me wonder if we are not really better off without them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Computers: Speedy data processing, life at the click of a mouse it seems this invention has really solved a problem. But if we didn&#39;t have computers would we have felt any need for them? I leave the costs of this great invention to your imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;
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The list is inexhaustive. But what is actually the problem? Did these inventions really solve&amp;nbsp;problems for society or did they convince us in some sort of way that the reasons why they came were actually problems? I can understand the solutions in Medcine but the rate of new diseases and the ones that don&#39;t have solutions yet makes me wonder where these solution providers really are when we need them the most and where these new diseases come from? Are they as a result of our new and improved ways of living? Or are they Being manufactured and their solutions controlled? I wish I had answers and my mind won&#39;t rest as the conspiracy won&#39;t rest.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4200155709877572589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/04/solutions-solution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/4200155709877572589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/4200155709877572589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/04/solutions-solution.html' title='SOLUTIONS SOLUTION!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-7358051719712086249</id><published>2012-04-01T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-01T05:38:08.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride</title><content type='html'>Once there was a certain young Man. He was a worker with a Family. He had some financial problems and sold his only car to get out of it. Soon the rains came and one morning as he dressed up for work there was a certain change in weather. Soon it started to pour. He could have called either of his two bosses to join them for work but somehow he didn&#39;t. He now pondered why either of his bosses wouldn&#39;t call him to find out how he would get to work. That would really be nice but he asked himself again how many times he did that himself. Why can&#39;t we be the ones to reach out to the poor and needy? Must we allow them to spend their time and energy to our doors before replying them with&quot; sorry I can&#39;t help you&quot;? Must we learn brotherly love through pain and strife? If that young Man hadn&#39;t lost his car(a painful experience) he probably wouldn&#39;t have pondered to see that he hadn&#39;t loved his&amp;nbsp;neighbor&amp;nbsp;like himself. What do we go to church every sunday to do? A neighbor once asked me on a sunday if I went to church and I replied that I didn&#39;t go to church any more as I was now practising what I learnt from 35yrs of church going. How long do we have to go to church to realise that the main reason for the church lies outside and not within it?&lt;br /&gt;
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This young man probably didn&#39;t call his bosses out of shame at his current state(having to depend on the generosity of his fellow men). Some will interpret it as Pride. Now did &amp;nbsp;his bosses not call because it didn&#39;t occur to them or was it out of pride? I remember Abraham refusing help from someone on the account of it not being said that he helped him.Was this act out of pride? If Jesus begged Herod not to crucify him or begged for his life as most Men today would expect that would have been serious ass kissing. But he didn&#39;t so was that act out of pride? I don&#39;t know but I&#39;m still searching for answers. Maybe that&#39;s why I find it difficult to beg my fellow men for favors. Maybe it&#39;s genetic.But I have a question for ass kissers and butt worshippers. If a video of one of your ass kissing scenarios is displayed what would be your reaction. Shame? Then what the f..k is stooping low to conquer?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7358051719712086249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/04/pride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/7358051719712086249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/7358051719712086249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/04/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-7643191688593896811</id><published>2012-03-27T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-27T01:54:11.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is needed</title><content type='html'>What every individual &amp;nbsp;needs is the ability to read and understand, then to observe and write in a language&amp;nbsp;understandable&amp;nbsp;to many. The rest is trash.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7643191688593896811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/03/what-is-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/7643191688593896811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/7643191688593896811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/03/what-is-needed.html' title='What is needed'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034508395442930866.post-3124688507927253261</id><published>2012-03-08T15:59:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T16:00:27.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny or Purpose</title><content type='html'>Some say Life is what you make it. Some say your destiny is in your own hands. Some say you write your own destiny by the choices you make and the actions arising from those choices.I totally agree because our conscious efforts are involved. But I don&#39;t agree that we really create our destinies cause that would mean that we created ourselves. Now I believe that every creation has a purpose be it positive or negative. Nobody creates for nothing. So also is Man. He was not created for nothing. And as it is for Man so it is for each Man.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our level of consciousness has equally triggered my thought to follow a pattern which produces the question: Can we really factor in all the variables that come into play in any particular equation or decison making? And even if we claim to have done so how sure are we that the variables we assigned less weight(minor) to do not have more weight in reality? I say so because the subject matter is deeply subjective and poses some complexity that highly suggests we tread with a lot of caution.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I&#39;m a wide reader and in one of the books I read it says and I quote&quot; A man thinketh a way in his heart but the ordering of his steps are of the Lord&quot;. If you ask me to interperete this I would tell you that it says no matter how conscious our decisions seem there is a force that influences the actions that consequently follow &amp;nbsp;which &amp;nbsp;contradicts our decisions with our actions and this force is very&amp;nbsp;exogenous(i.e outside our control). Let us ponder a while on sacred waters! shall we? God created Man but Man is now threatening him! Was that God&#39;s intention? Of course not! So why the result? Because there was an outside influence. A lecturer of mine thought me about an invincible hand that equates Life.Man is naturally selfish and would hardly help people other than himself. God saw this and designed life in such a way that it was inevitable to promote your own good or well-being without doing that of another. My lecturer&#39;s typical example was the fact that the Man selling meat to you is not doing so because he wants to do so but is compelled to do so because he gains from it. But at the end he is equally serving you by so doing thereby promoting your well-being as he promotes his. In other words no matter how hard we try we can&#39;t be completely selfish!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now Back to the lecture at hand. Same applies for each decision we make and the actions that follow.So when we say we write our own destinies we are correct but it doesn&#39;t happen without an influence that alters the outcome.Just like the destinies of some animals is to be food to Man so is the destiny of some Men to be food for some animals. We don&#39;t really have control of our destinies and purpose. A typical example Judas Iscariot was destined to betray Christ. No matter how hard Judas tried I&#39;m very sure he couldn&#39;t have averted this. The second thief on the cross was destined to go to Heaven. Yes he stole and murdered but these things were the steps he needed to take to meet&amp;nbsp;christ on the cross. if he hadn&#39;t done all these he wouldn&#39;t have had that opportunity. I&#39;m sure no matter how hard he too tried he couldn&#39;t stop&amp;nbsp;thieving&amp;nbsp;and murdering. But those steps were ordered by the Lord. Then for some their destinies are so important that even if they jumped into turbulent sea they would not drown but rather will be swallowed by a Big Fish that will bring them safely to Land so as to fulfill their purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
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We can make our own destinies. We can even write it own tablets of stone. But the actual steps we take are influenced by one of the greatest and invincible force Mankind has ever known but is as old as he is in terms of creation. Some Men have been so blessed that the destinies they have chosen to write for themselves have aligned to what God has in mind for them and some have been going against their God-given destinies and thereby have become strugglers in Life. But the destiny of Man is influenced and written by God and just like he can&#39;t&amp;nbsp;unsolve&amp;nbsp;the mystery of the woman beside him he can&#39;t&amp;nbsp;fathom&amp;nbsp;this influence. It lies outside his existence!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3124688507927253261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/03/destiny-or-purpose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/3124688507927253261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034508395442930866/posts/default/3124688507927253261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lordmaro-life.blogspot.com/2012/03/destiny-or-purpose.html' title='Destiny or Purpose'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047354235427533268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>