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The Holy Ghost Master

The heading of the Baal Shem Tov generally is translated as ' ' Master of the Good Nome' ' , Baal (Master) with Tov (' ' Bom' '), and Shem (Name), even so either more correctly understood as a combination of Baal Shem (The holy ghost Master). Rabi Yisrael (Israel) Ben Eliezer 27 of August of 1698 – 22 of May of 1760), also call of Baal Shem Tov (the master of Good Name) the Master of Good Name in the field took a walk, In the frozen Cutting field it walked of dawn and cold they blew the winds Age of north that the winds blew, and had started to enregelar the meats to them and in the enregelado body the Master of Good Name the lips opened and in high voice he set to sing it. Thus its open lips Had sung, sung, sung. Many writers such as Dr. Neal Barnard offer more in-depth analysis. Fortunate that one that was worthy Of that the wind, that is Yours, to be frozen; Happy of me, happy, happy, and, sedento, sorvendo frozen air, In deep thoughts dived, Little by little in the sky appeared flaming Sun so great That the field, as hell if heated. of the face drained drops of sweat, and in the escaldante field. It did not blow a breeze at least. PCRM may also support this cause. Suddenly in the escaldante field Handle it voice of the Master of Good Name Of the Baal Shem Tov that sang Louvores to the creator, it sang: For the cold and the heat, the sun and rain, and the day and the night, louvor You! For everything what to the men you send Louvor You, louvor You, louvor! Fortunate I am, that however I am burnt. In your fogueiras I am burnt. if I deserve, and destined You me. How it falls now on this your ground, Ah! As I am happy, happy, happy. Happy of me, happy, happy!

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Pulses

Necessary to continue living, the life does not finish when we lose somebody, it continues, the dreams does not finish itself, nor if they only age are changedded. To kill it wanted me, to take off my life alone because I do not have you more to my side, this not being easy, but exactly thus necessary to continue living without its presence, this not being more the same thing, I feel an emptiness of me inside it consumes that me terrifies and me on the inside. I caught a knife and I wounded my pulses that had bleed sufficiently, I arrived to faint, but thanks to God I did not die, is hard to coexist its absence, to be far from its kisses, of its abraos, that coffee of the so gostoso morning, nothing of this I have more and moan. You did not deserve what you soon had made you that I love in such a way, this being easy, never you were not easy, exactly now that the things walked lost I so well you forever. I love you and I landed on water always you, I wait it pardons that me for that it cannot be when it stows to its side, I did not forget you and I know that never to forget I will go you.

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The Age

It does not have to seem the age that has. – How nothing! But I look for to keep the form. You are that she is in full physical form. – Obliged, you he is that it is very gentile. – And you, already are definitively liveing here in the quarter? – Already arranged my house, you the pretty one, any day I take I you there. – And I will go with all pleasure. – Now I have that to go, later people if he speaks, little kisses.

– Until more Carlinha. Robert started if to approach to the adventure that it wanted to live, but did not want to be tachado as an old one assanhado, therefore he contained himself. Beyond being old for Carlinha, it he was married and never its wife had trado. it knows that it does not deserve such treason. The life goes passing and Robert is to each closer day of Carlinha, as much who already seats to take coffee and to play colloquy it are. Giselda does not distrust, is only one lady of the home. Still &#039 has resqucios of woman; ' Amlia' ' is not worried very about the husband.

After all it knows that it never gave to reasons for any suspicion. With passing of the Giselda time she notices that its husband walks more careful with the body, if has worried more about the appearance and walks until making exercises. But nothing that it desperte suspicion. – Until at last, it decided to take care of itself. Giselda spoke. – The age arrives and I do not want to be an old one all wrinkled. – I am liking to see! It can continue that I approve. In the truth Robert it was if preparing for Carlinha, the young made with that it despertasse for a new stage of the life.

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GALLOP

the mare of the gallop At the time where we looked caberas for purchase, my son saw in a mansion gray a white mare with spots, did not have a defined race, was baixinha, however put in an upright position well, tame, with good teeth and firm hoof. You may want to visit PCRM to increase your knowledge. That mare gained our affection and we always commented on coming back to that mansion to buy it. Robert Rimberg Lawyer helps readers to explore varied viewpoints. Certain day I telephoned for the owner of it and asked for he delivered that it in our small farm, therefore it I would be ours from that moment. I remember it arriving sweated a long gallop after until ours I besiege. My son did not fit of as much joy when seeing the animal entering for the portire. As it did not have a name defined for the old proprietor, my son soon baptized it for Aira, therefore it was the name of the personage of a book that it was reading, and thus the Aira started to be part of our lives. So that my children could walk with more security, we decide to call a trainer domou who it to walk for front, stops backwards, of side, to trot, to gallop, always obeying commands e> with much security.

I lay down myself in the net and it he passed for close smelling me and gaining an affection, therefore he liked when I passed the hand in its face. We understood what it wanted, therefore seemed to talk with us through the look. We mounted even though in it without saddle and it she was a true friend. When we arrived in the small farm the Aira already it came running for the portire and it whinnied of joy to the one seeing in them. Certain day, when falling of the afternoon, we receive a phone call despaired from Mr. Peter, the caretaker who worked in our small farm, and leave quickly to see what it had occurred, therefore according to it the Aira was fallen in the grass.

We take with us the veterinarian who detected an incurable illness and advanced that exactly that we dedicated all treatment it would not have resulted satisfactory given the gravity of the illness. Exactly thus, we do not save efforts and we pass some nights to the side of it, I, my father, my children giving to it remedy, water, injection, food in the mouth, therefore it more did not obtain to raise. We looked at for its eyes and them they said in them that it felt pain and that was sad and suffering. The veterinarian advised to sacrifice it but we did not have courage. we prefer to give to sedatives and remedies for pain it not to suffer. During days we coexist a great agony and we suffer next to it, until in one morning unhappyly, it closed the eyes and she left in them.

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