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My mehamorphosis is not a choice, it is just happening. I am merging with the Angel slowly but surely.

The more they speak , the less they are. I feel true compassion for teens that want to appear to be evil, egomaniac, bitches, assholes, etc, etc, etc just to hide how terribly unsecure and weak they really are. What's up with that? since when is so fashionable to be "evil"?. I am so glad that my teens are over and I see in all clarity how ridiculous all of this truly is! ...but NO, actually age is not an excuse for imbecility.



The more they speak, the less they are. Silence is a treasure. What happen with people that speaks too much is that their actions do not correspond to their words. Do not fear or believe to those who speak about themselves! The ones that truly are, shut themselves up! . This website is so full of ridiculous people. The only reason I'm still here is because of my journal which I'll delete in proper time.

Nabia was the celtic goddess of rivers and water in Galician and Lusitanian mythology. The root origin of the name derives from ancient Portuguese.



The present-day Navia River in Galicia (Spain), was named in honor of the deity. Likewise, the river Neiva, near Braga (old capital of Gallaecia) is also named after her. The goddess Nabia was very popular in the territory of the Callaici Bracari with several inscriptions, like the celtic language one at the sanctuary of Fonte do Ídolo in Braga (Bracara Augusta).





On another note, the Kogi (a precolombian tribe) in Colombia believed Nabia to be the mother of adultery and jaguar goddess.

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Dragonrouge
19:28 Feb 24 2008

Fascinating!

Also incredible dream!

This is a great story!

You could write a short story based on this dream!!!

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This morning I had a dream. D'Or, Husband and I were in Bogota. We had bought a very nice and fast car. We were driving somewhere I can't remember but we were rushing. All of a sudden we were walking. Then two men, one old, one young, approached to us and pull us to a wall. The old man had a kind of injection in his hand which he nailed D'Ors heart with. In that very moment I started hiting this man to death. The young man, which was his son, started screaming at me, saying that I knew nothing and that his father was doing us a favor for turning D'Or into a "nabia" or "namia" (something like that) but I would not listen to him in that turbulent moment. The men dissapeard and I saw myself rushing into the hospital and husband saying that D'Or was OK. but I needed to take baby to the hospital. People were telling me that there was nothing wrong with my baby, she looked so happy but there was a blue, green, scar in her breast and it was glowing. Somebody handed me an illustrated little book about the "namias" , which turned out to be a new generation of immortal creatures that look like beautiful humans but they were not. These creatures were a superior race. The old guy was a scientist who had discovered a way for turning humans into "naiba". We went to a 5 stars hotel to spend the night but I still wanted to take D'Or to a doctor for I could not possible believe that my baby was not quite human. I was happy that she was gonna live for ever but also very scared for her not being quite a human being. Then I received a letter from my mother. A special letter, telling me her secrets and saying that she had booked a room for herself in the hotel. I was so happy that my mother was there. The letter was a confession of her feelings, her insecurities but also her powers. I started thinking how to tell my mom what had happened to D'Or. Then I woke up.

Last night D'Or play herself to sleep for the first time. Usually she gets cranky when she is about to fall asleep. We were playing and laugting and next thing I knew she was asleep. What beautiful is that! Oh God How I want for her to always laugh! I want her to understand that dreamland is a safe and beautiful place to go. Nothing to fear.



I just ordered some prints from walgreens. 70 bucks for just some prints. I will be working on my scrapbook next week, during school break. I have already about 1000 pictures for real. Some I print, the ones to put in the srapbook and others I keep in CD. I am also about to order a couple of long handled feeding spoons from Gerber, engraved with baby's name and birthday.

D'Or



You are always at my side. I fear I will not keep the balance between being your mother and being your friend. I wish I could change a lot of things I have done in my past, before you were born. I cannot. On the bright side, all of my experiences have made me the woman I am now or I might say I'm becoming for you. I want to be perfect. I know this goal is unreachable but Ill spend my life tryng...at least to be perfect to my eyes. I'm improving myself for you. I'm researching new ways to teach you things, the most important ones: love for life and self love. Life does not have to be depressing, boring, or anything negative. I will give my life to you tryng to prove you that. I will make the best of your human life. At least anything that is under my reach. Life begins NOW. No more "I will" but instead "I am".



I love you more than we both imagine.

Yesterday I had this strange dream. We were watching a video of the day I gave birth to D'Or. We had recorded the whole experience from the moment I got into the hospital. The video was a very beautiful movie with music and everything. The strange thing was that it was mixed with scenes of the life of JesusChrist. In the moment of hard labor I saw myself giving birth to D'Or and then the scene was cut off and I saw Jesus sat on a throne like a god. He did have human features but he was white as marble and giant. He stands up and says with anger: I am not going to die, not here, not now. Then I saw a cruxified jesus, very beautiful as well, but with the crown of thorns, the same jesus with human features but perfected. He also said the same thing: I am not going to die, not here, not tonight. Then I saw Mary, the mother of Jesus, carrying baby jesus and hiding him from persecutors, something similar to what happened in the bible when that pharaon ordered to kill all children younger than two. Then I saw myself in hard labor again and then the alarm wake me up.

"In revealing the universe of the galaxies and the DNA, science opens our eyes to a creative power of far greater majesty and mystery than the Olympian divinities of our ancestors"

D'Or



You will honor yourself. You will adore yourself. You will depend emotionally of NO ONE but yourself. People are hunters. Once they discover you, the game is over. You always need to leave something to be discovered. Even with your partner, specially with this one in particular. Do not ever show your feelings to the fullest. Unfortunately, it does not work. Specially with men. They will adore you. You just need to play the cards well. Unfortunately honesty is not the way to go. One they discover you, the game is over. Society has taught us so wrong! We are part of the game and it is our duty to master it!. People want what they can't have. It is a cold reality that needs to be accepted. Fall in love with yourself, D'Or. Always leave a way out. Do not victimize yourself. It does not work. Be the victim or be the master. You choose. Happiness will always found within yourself only. Not outside. So train yourself to be happy with yourself. Train your brain.

Piercings and tatoos are actually a form of self mutilation and non acceptance to the self.