What happens when we dieWhat happens when we die?What happens when we die5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
To understand what happens when we die, we have to understand what the soul is.
And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul. ~ Genesis 2:7
The scriptures tell us that the soul is not something we have inside our bodies. The soul is the person itself. When God created Adam, He didn't give Adam a soul. Adam became a living soul.
We are a soul. That's why we read that souls are born (Genesis 46:18), souls eat (Leviticus 7:20) souls sin (Leviticus 5:17, James 4:4). Souls learn (Proverbs 19:2). Souls can get sick (psalm 41:4) Souls can die (Job 33:22) Souls can be touched and killed (Joshua 11:11, 1 kings 15:29) souls can be buried (psalms 35:7, Jeremiah 18:20). We don't have souls, we are souls.
We (souls) are not immortal or eternal.
Something eternal is something without beginning or end; lasting forever; always existing. Therefore we (souls)
Mickey the Pirate "All right, fellas set it down over there and let's see what ol' Pete left for us." Mickey rested his fists on his sides as Goofy and Donald hauled the trunk to the spot he'd indicated, feeling like the moment called for a certain something extra. It was, after all, their first real acquisition. He almost removed them again when Donald stumbled, taking an automatic step forward. "H-hey! Careful with that! Could be breakable."Mickey the Pirate4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Yeah? Well, this thing weighs a ton." Donald grimaced and, to prove his point, shoved back against the trunk. Goofy, who had just bent to lower his end to the ground, did not see this coming and found himself with an unexpected chinful of wood. Alarmed, he stumbled back, then forward, struggling to regain his balance and scooping the whole trunk into the air in the pro
A 9-11 TributeSays the ringleader to the servant:A 9-11 Tribute4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Says the commander to the officer:
Says the trapped to the loved ones:
Says the Lord to the dead:
Says the brave to the heroes:
Last commands, last calls, last words, last hopes.
Buildings fall, fire engulfs, tears take over, voices call out.
Love, death, tears, bravery.
May the morning of that day
Were the world all mine...Middle High German - MittelhochdeutschWere the world all mine...2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Were diu werlt alle min
von dem mere unze an den Rin,
des wolt ih mih darben
daz diu chunegin von Engellant
lege an minen armen.
Modern German - Deutsch
Wäre die Welt alle mein
vom Meer bis dem Rhein,
da wollte ich vorhergehen
bis die Königin Englands
in meinen Armen lege.
Old High German - Althochdeutsch
Wāri diu weralt alla mīn
duruh sēo zuo dena Rīn,
dō wolta ih forttrīban
untaz chuningina Englolantes
mīnum armum lige.
Middle Dutch - Middelnederlands
Ware de werelt alle mijn
Van der see totten Rijn,
Do woudic voorgaen
Tottat de Coningine Engelants
In mijnen armen legghe.
Modern Dutch - Nederlands
Was de wereld alle mijn
Van de zee tot de Rijn,
Dan wou ik voorafgaan
Totdat de koningin van Engeland
In mijn armen lag.
Old Saxon - Sahsisk
Wāri thiu werold al
Wives of Henry VIIIWoman of faithWives of Henry VIII6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dutiful wife
Who still loved the man
Though thrown from his life
Woman of passion
His child you bore
But he'd not got a son
So you died as a whore
Woman of silence
Who bore him his son
But never recovered
Your life was soon done
Woman of rejection
With portrait so fair
Cast off when he saw you
And you didn't compare
Woman of youth
So wild and strong-willed
So quickly he loved you
So quickly he killed
Woman of courage
A long life you led
A nice husband you got
Once old Henry was dead
There is a GodThere is a God6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a God,
no mystery about it.
Just look into the sky,
and you will see.
Touch the mountain peak,
and you will see.
Just take a breath,
hold deep then exhale.
And you will see that,
there is a God.
He is in the laugh of every baby,
the glowing smile on their faces.
In the heart of each child,
dancing with the innocence of this life.
He is holding that woman up in her pain.
Giving that man strength in his trials.
Speaking words of life into the hopeless,
shining light into the darkness.
He is God.
He is the whisper in the wind,
calling out your name.
He is the Eye in the storm,
waiting for you to call out to Him.
He is everything you need,
you just need to realize it is Him.
There is a God,
and He is everywhere.
In the oceans tide,
in the gull's cry,
in the fires blaze,
in the clouds rain,
in your hearts song.
There is a God.
Gifted By The Forest The last year and a half or so had been one of the most interesting times of his life. Becoming a dragon candidate, bonding to a dragon, training for months and months and finally graduating to be accepted into a new branch of the military putting it near the hectic end of the interest scale. He had hardly thought of his old home nestled among the grand pines of the northern world, the city of Vien. That had changed, however, as his graduation from wyrmlinghood grew nearer and nearer. His thoughts had settled on the fact that they would no longer be restricted by the rules placed upon the young dragonriders and their partners still in training. He would be drafted into some part of the military based upon his talents, and he would be able to fly freely as long as his superiors allowed it.Gifted By The Forest7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Those thoughts had suddenly sent a stab of home-sickness streaking through his chest and brain and the moment he had received official appro
My Old English RiddlesRiddle IMy Old English Riddles3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Ic eom sæmann his eallselda
oft hine læde to his eþle,
nænig cann seon næfð æfre cuþ
mine lafsihþ. Lyft me ealle
beam ic wende bled ic freose
sond ic wealwie run ic swutlie
dæg ic bringe dræfe ic niht
birhta staðol under stormum
fuglas fleogað ymb me feorran
eallhwær licge. Hwa eom ic þa?
Geomormode ic agonge
swifte wege swaþu min deorc,
nære ic þa noht her weolce.
Dagas swylce mine suna
niht byð swaswa naman dohtra
ic æg faru þa menn ferie
cwicra ic eom cwanunge oft bær ;
lengra þonne lengesta gear
ne seo ic eac ne seoð ge me,
on eow wealde. Witon ge me?
The Zulu WarThe Zulu War4 years ago in Settings More Like This
In the late 1870s the British decided to consolidate all their possessions in southern Africa in one federation. Throughout the decades, the British had built and controlled large colonies in Africa that were part of their empire. Now with the opportunity for even more expansion, Sir Bartle Frere, high commissioner in Cape Town in British South Africa prepared to expand. East of British South Africa was Zululand. Zululand was a kingdom where Native African people lived. Their warriors mainly had spears and shields. His ultimatum to Cetshwayo, the Zulu king, provoked war. The British military commander, Lord Chelmsford led a substantial armed expedition into Zululand. He then divided his forces, leaving the veteran troops of the 1st Battalion of the 24 Regiment at an unfortified camp at Isandlwana. Scouting parties failed to establish the strength of the Zulus, some of whom had rifles.
Led by Chiefs Ntshingwayo and Mavumengwana, on January 22, 1879, the Zulus attacked and overwhelmed th
She's Just as CapableShe killed him with a smile that burned.She's Just as Capable10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
His neck was red with scorch marks,
though some people defined them as hickeys.
When he came back around the cool air bit at him,
it dissected him, poked at his naked skin.
He had trouble dispelling the drugs that cursed through his system.
She sat there, bra intact, though panties thrown
somewhere along the floor, or mixed in the sheets.
“It was fun” she smirked, though she looked displeased.
“Don't tell anyone,” she whispered with a smirk,
tracing her fiery fingers on his back,
leaving a trail of black soot.
The drugs wore off slowly,and he was coming back.
If she continued to touch him,
he could maybe twist her neck.
It was self defense, was it not?
But what would he say to the authorities?
Would he even be believed by the cops?
He ran out, faster then his legs could carry him,
she was his teacher, he was only sixteen.
He had to tell the cops, but would they even believe him?
His clothes were tattered and hardly
.he told me prayers.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and if i really want his
forgiveness, i should get on
my knees and beg
HastingsHastings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On Senlac Hill, the grasses blow,
The forest hums with song;
Old Senlac Hill, by Hastings town
Gleams cold and all alone.
Here, the tramp and clink of maille rings,
Echoes 'cross the open meadow;
The clash and bite of iron sword,
And the spears are all a-splintering.
Here, the cloven helm, the whistling arrow,
Proud banners catch the breeze;
The baying horns still fill the dales
From a thousand years ago.
The gold-red drake of Wessex
Burns swathes of blood and fire,
His fiery tongue lays waste the ships
of the northern king, Hardrada.
The dark cold waters of Umber
Are blackened with smoldering reek
Stamford Bridge, soaks her feet in the scarlet
Of forsworn blood-brother's bones.
The battle won, the Norsemen defeated,
The Wessex dragon flies south on thund'ring wings.
As the proud crests of Normandy
Break upon its shores.
The stormy winds of autumn's breath
Abate before the towering spray
Slicing through the murm'ring Channel
Bow before the fleet invader's prows.
The whirlwind son of Go
Halo: T'was The Night...Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the baseHalo: T'was The Night...8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Not a Spartan was stirring, not even for Grace
The stockings were all hung in the mess hall with care
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there
The Spartans were nestled all snug in their beds
With visions of Grunts getting sniped in their heads
And Halsey in jammies, and Mendez a cap
They all settled down for a long winters nap
When out in the fields there arose a great clatter
They sprang from their bunks to see what was the matter
Away to the window Kelly flew like a flash
Abby and Pyper to the guns in a dash
The moonlight shone brightly upon the snow
Giving the sparkle of day to tanks below
When, what to Vins wondering eyes should appear
But a Covenant Battleship, the Unforgiving Seer
With a few banshee fliers, so shifty and quick
Chiko knew in a moment it wasnt St. Nick
Faster then eagles, through the night they came
John shouted and ordered his soldiers by name,
Go, Tabby! G
Red vs. Blue vs. Star TrekRed vs. Blue vs. Star TrekRed vs. Blue vs. Star Trek7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The scene opens with the familiar animated star field. A familiar ship comes into view flying on a tilt. It passes the viewer at high speed. The saucer bares the familiar name and designation of USS Enterprise NCC-1701 but it looks like someone spray painted Sarges ship over Enterprise in red. The view pans over the top of the saucer of the Enterprise to focus on the bridge. Inside are four Spartan soldiers attending various stations. They are the red team from red army, Sarge in the captains chair, Donut at the Helm, Simmons at sensors, doubling for communications, and Griff at the second station next to Donut.
Sarge: Sarges log today. Whatever today is
Simmons: Its a stardate, Sarge. Technically today would be stardate 13-88.5.
Sarge: Shut up, Simmons. Let me do the log.
Simmons: Can do, Sarge.
Griff: Why dont we just go by the normal time stamp? You know, Month, day and then year.
Simmons: That is how a
All Hail Columbia!All Hail Columbia!9 months ago in Settings More Like This
Good evening my fellow Americans. I am Supreme Director Karl Pietersen, and I stand before you now humbled. I am humbled to be here right now before all of you this fine day. Of course, this is our one year anniversary of our victory in the Galactic War! Our victory sent the damned Reds and their Dijonist People’s Dynasty into the farthest of space; it has also seen the United Technocracies of Man bend the knee and wisely embrace the tenets of the National Conservative ideology!
Yes, we have won. Rejoice my fellow Americans, we are victorious and we are free. Free to make our own destinies! Free to live the life that the Founders of this nation meant for us to lead. I understand that many of you wish to bring our boys home. As do I, my fellow citizens… as do I. However, that simply cannot be done while we have enemies at our doorsteps. Who are these enemies you might ask? Who could be so foolish as to challenge our uncontested might in the stars? Well our enemies are numero
.you are an open book.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a strong spine;
have a story to tell
Ich hatt' einen Kameraden - English LyricsIch hatt' einen Kameraden - English Lyrics2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I once had a noble comrade,
He was always at my side,
When the call to arms was sounded,
We marched with hearts unbounded!
In perfect pace and stride!
Well a bullet came a-flying,
Was it meant for you or me?
It pieced the air like thunder,
And ripped your life asunder
Just as if part of me.
His hand reached upward towards me,
As his spirit flew away!
“My friend, we'll meet hereafter
In a land that's filled with laughter,
And march again one day!”
.is it worse to.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hear a truth,
or give one
to tell a lie,
or live one
The Vision of La PucelleThe Vision of La Pucelle3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Three em-bloodied gold-gilt lions descend
On the silver lilies of far fair France
Grim and red-stained kingswhile her sons defend
The broken land with shriven spear and lance.
The smoking reek of famine, war, and death,
Plague, and wailing cries, and desolation:
Sick landpoor and weary France!gasps for breath
With the diseased and choking nation's desperation.
Drenched afresh in humiliations new:
Of Agincourt, and bloody Henry's fame
Where the proud many fell to England's few
And knighthood's flow'r perish in bitter shame.
The peasant maid sits in a sainted trance;
Arise O Joan! And save belovéd France!
Types and classifications of Religions.Religions.Types and classifications of Religions.10 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Intro- Was looking through some of the old stuff on my computer and found this. I'm very interested in religions in general and what people believe and so I read up on as many types of religion as I could and then typed up a description of each in my own words. not sure if any of you will read all this but I found it interesting so I thought I'd share it
We shall start with Polytheism, the oldest form of religion. Polytheism is the belief in many gods or god-like beings. There are several forms of polytheism since it's one of the most common I'll start with Henotheism.
Many of the earliest forms of Paganism are Henotheist, it is a very open philosophy that involves believing in a set of gods or god like beings while excepting the possibility that other gods you don't believe in may be true. This allowed one tribe or race to believe in there set of gods without dismissing the existence of the o
His Never-Wed BrideBriskly comes the bloody winter winds ventHis Never-Wed Bride7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gray dusk looms over my shattered homestead
The crows caw makes known the warriors descent
Across the dying pasture, misted red
Glory, comes now my once sweetly adored!
Fighting brothers with valiant reluctance
His tender eyes shut, his breathing no more
His body lies stone-cold with stiffened stance
How well he fought for his country and lass
Like Prince Paris, fighting for what he claimed
Now laid ready for a still, somber mass
His face in my conscience forever famed
Gone is the restful warmth of his skin
Gone is the honey-like voice from his tongue
Yet, here he lays, surrounded by my kin
His bluing ears deaf to their praises sung
His eyes like mirrors reflect my despair
His hand is unresponsive to my grasp
Though I know his spirit now watches where
He can escape all maddened soldiers' clasps
Heavens bells peal, the seraphine choir sings
For he has joined the chorus of angels
I can nearly hear his pleasant voice ring
History of the Iraq-Syrian WarHistory of the Iraq-Syrian War3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With falling support and political turmoil, the dictator and president of Iraq, Malik Hassan Zaid al-Asad, had his military leaders devise a strategy to invade Iran during the Iranian Revolution in 1979. The hope was that if Iran fell, no one would be able to question the validity of the al-Asad regime. A week before Iraqi troops prepared to cross the border, American troops invaded Iran to "stabilize" the country. With US troops in Iran, the invasion was called off. al-Asad decided that Syria would then be a better target. Before any real battle plans could be draw, al-Asad ordered the invasion. The invasion caught the Syrian military by surprise, but Iraqi supply lines quickly broke down during the Battle of Deir ez-Zor. Syria managed to recover from the shock and go on the offensive. After defeating the Iraqi Army at Deir ez-Zor (1980), they began to push them back to the border.
With Syrian troops close to the border, retired general, Akbar Khalif Rajaa al-Anfal, was forced back in