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Book of Revelations concerns the unveiling or appearing of our precious Savior the Lord Jesus Christ, but the message of the appearing of Christ. The rapture: Chapter 4:1 verse 1, Chapter 1:7 every eye shall see him. Read Revelations until the end...

I'm tail-wagging happy that you're here to join me in Oh No, Teddy! A tale of love, compassion, and support. A tale of friendship. A tale that I want to share with you, my book-reading family.Love and *doggy slobbers*, --- Popper Eugene BrittonEncouraged by his Popper Loves You group on the Nextdoor app, we bring you Popper's first book in his series of Popper's Tails. Our goal is to spread love, kindness, understanding, and many more positivities throughout the world. We welcome you to be a part of our love-sharing family on our journey to positively impact the world, starting with you.Paws Up! --- Laura Britton (Popper's Mommy)

John Roman is a Green Beret, a decorated Sniper, and upon returning home, a troubled veteran with PTSD. Suffering from "auditory hallucinations," John's only comfort is the woman he loves. Although he isn't in his right mind, John signs on for one last covert mission in Iran. He must reassess his beliefs as his illness, and a cataclysmic event make him wonder if he is insane, possessed by a nefarious demon, or destined to save the world. John must fight to get back home, as the world seems to be falling apart.

Once upon a time, a hardworking farmer dreamed of having his own piece of land. He saved every penny he earned and finally bought a small plot from a rich old man. Little did the farmer know that this land held a magical secret.As the farmer began working on his new piece of land, he stumbled upon a wondrous discovery - a magic pot! With the pot's incredible powers, the farmer became very rich quickly. Just when everything seemed perfect, an unexpected twist took place. The rich old man who had sold the land to the farmer appeared and claimed that he had never sold the magic pot along with the land.Welcome to "The Magic Pot," a captivating tale from a series of Korean traditional folktales. The stories have been passed down through generations, captivating the hearts of children and adults alike. As you journey through this enchanting Korean folktale, you'll learn a valuable lesson about the perils of greed and the importance of hard work in attaining true wealth.Korean traditional folktales are not only entertaining but also carry meaningful messages. They are deeply intertwined with the Korean people's customs, lifestyles, and beliefs. So, immerse yourself in a world of wonder and wisdom where stories come alive for those who love to listen and learn.

I have put out a thirteen-song album that received over four billion free downloads worldwide on my website. My album is available on Amazon.com under artist name Devin Lane. I have also completed writing a 196-page book with over seven thousand song ideas. I have three more books coming soon, two with more than seven thousand song ideas and one book with over three hundred completed songs. I have also had some song lyrics on ABC News as a title to a Barbara Walter's special on 9/11. I also have had four song ideas go to number 1 on the country and pop charts, three number 1 country songs, one pop song at number 1, and a fifth song idea nominated for Song of the Year in movies at the Oscars. I have also sent over 2,500 song ideas to Nashville, Tennessee, to be used to write songs free of charge.

I'm a rebel with a cause, and my calling is to take you on the journey of a lifetime.I hereby and forever claim my crown as REBEL QUEEN OF REINVENTION, and I wear my hard-earned crown with pride! Realignment and reinvention on repeat are a way of life for me and are my keys to living a rebellious, Why-Centered lifestyl of authenticity. This is not your standard "self-help" book, and it's not for the faint of heart. It's a part memoir, part process, and part workbook. This book is a passport to a new way of life, centered on living your core values and your Why. A Why-Centered lifestyle requires focus, reflection, dedication, courage, and hard work, but the results are transformational! Let's Go Rebels!- Destiny R. Burns, author My Why and I: A Rebel's Guide to a Why-Centered Lifestyle

This book is a collection of short poetry based stories written by Angela Bush.

There once was a cranky watermelon with a big imagination who lived on a magic mountain. Ajay wrote this book when he was in the third grade. He was inspired to write this book as he always heard his grandmother talking about wanting to write a book.

The poor family of mice was exhausted following a long summer of storing rice for the winter months.Together, they learned ways to create fun and simple ways to use things they had and things they found so the whole neighborhood could enjoy a huge celebration on ice.

I'm sure our world is starving for healing. There is a miraculous blend of raw and real life experiences that knocked the wind out of me in every chapter. It takes you through crushing losses where life stops and begins again. It's soul writing that smacks you awake.I was accompanied by the spiritual force of humanity. Whatever made me a writer has everything to do with misery and how we can evolve to find our highest and deepest selves in the dirt, in the darkest of times. I'm a living scar that hits the floor each morning, giving thanks for a new day.May you find the resilience to keep moving through both the terror and beauty of what it means to be fully human. It's tricky, and you are enough. You are ridiculously enough.

In my wildest dreams, I never expected to find or marry the perfect man. Still, as an American woman who met and married a younger Muslim man, I was ecstatic when I learned I would also travel the world and be immersed in his culture and family life. We shared the most enjoyable adventures I could have imagined. With my husband by my side, I lived in bliss, with love and joy, for twelve years.How suddenly, my new life disintegrated. Our perfect marriage shifted and became my trap. Divorce did not involve separation; that would come twelve intense and painful years later. Fear for my life and well-being compelled me to continue living with him and cooperate through cruelty, heartbreak, emotional torment, and violent threats of physical harm. I endured my new reality at home with his new wife and, later, two children. I learned to cope with more grief and emotional suffering than most women could handle in a lifetime. Our relationship went beyond the believable, but it happened exactly as he'd planned. While his anger and violent personality reigned, I patiently waited for the best time and the one thing that could either kill me or set me free from his deception and power over me.

Henry Talbot was already a monster by society's definition, but now he must struggle to regain his remaining humanity after escaping from death row and being transformed into a werewolf by the actions of his own misdeeds. Journey with Henry across Depression era America and pre-World War II Europe as Henry fights to defeat the monsters from both within and those who are hunting and haunting him externally.

A novel of a possible future in the US when economic and political conditions become intolerable, and patriots are forced to resist by taking up arms against domestic tyrants and foreign invaders. Initially, a narrative of historical sequence explains how and why the deterioration began and increased.Set in the Appalachian south, the story begins with a sporting event that was inspired by a local legendary freedom fighter then proceeds to his adventure and finally ends in a romance.

Chelsea and Melody have recently lost their father to cancer, and now their mother is found dead lying in her bed. It looks like murder. Detective Beebe Givens has to determine who would want to murder a music teacher and why. The suspects are few in the small town of Covington, but no one is talking. She is stymied at every turn. She enlists the help of the part-time coroner and funeral director, Jacob Heist. Together they unravel the mystery that has engulfed the small Texas community.

I believe this book was spiritually inspired by the original anonymous author. As I read her handwritten words, it was as though she was whispering them in my ears. I was imaging her words in my mind and feeling her emotions. This is why I put her actual handwritten words as she wrote them on one side of the page and the typed portion next to it. See if you hear her whispering in your ear as you read her handwritten words, and do you experience any of her emotions? I believe her name was Barbara, and she was affected by WWII as was my father's second wife. If you experience any whispering or emotions, please let me know. Also, if you feel a cool breeze as you read, it could be the north wind.When the "power of love"OvercomesThe "love of power"The world will be at peace--Sri Chinmoy (Indian spiritual leader)I believe Barbara was trying to find a love relation to replace the love who I believe perished in WWII. We all need love in our lives. When we lose someone close to us, it is a very traumatizing event. I lost a son of sixteen years. You can never replace or forget. You live with it as long as you live.

The title of the book carries you to your final destination, but the most important items are how you get there. In looking at the table of contents, one can see how one of the early items, section 2, is selecting the executor of your estate. Imagine if the author selects you to serve in that capacity. Unfortunately, you would have no idea of what my requests would have been--but if I had filled out each of the sections, you would know, precisely, what I desired to be done.In addition, there are questions you could use in making decisions about the capabilities of specialists, such as financial advisers, attorneys, realtors, and others you may need at some time. Most importantly, in section 35, where you may want to move to a senior living facility, there are thirty-five questions you need to ask and three copies of the questionnaire for each of the three facilities you choose to interview.

I have been writing poetry my whole life. As a poet, I see things differently. Since I like my poems to always rhyme, it is a challenge to always write them. Hem, stem, problem.

Are you homeless...unloved...loved? Will you journey with me to the depths of despair? Will you journey with me to the heights of joy ... to a spiritual awakening of the good in every man? Please come with me.

My Book is based on how I got here and where I came from. How as a child, growing up in this world, was either serve or get served.After a bad experience at the age of 8, had shaken me..... Well, let's just say that I would never be the same again. My Uncle had taken me under his wings and taught me a rare art called Isshinryu. By the time I was 16, I was ah 3rd degree black belt, vowing never to be caught off guard again.As time went by I would marry and have 3 beautiful children, who are very much a part of my heart beat. A big part of my drive for life is my children.In 2001, out of the blue, I got sick and slipped into a coma and had an out of body experience. I stayed in that coma for 3 months and in a place where my soul was being tormented.When I returned from my coma, I brought things back with me that would change my life and the lives of others forever.Beyond and Back: The road of existence is the road you haven't traveled. We've all been on it one time or another.......... Where it seems as though time has stopped, just to take observation of your every move, but there's one problem.......YOU JUST DON'T KNOW IT!!! With that being said, the choice to take that road of existence lies in your hands.

What's the shape of a market? What's the shape of your business? What's the shape of your conversation? What's the shape of your thought? Are there shapes for those? If there are, how can we see them and why do we need to see them? In other words, why should we care? Well, do you care if your businesses are in good shape or bad shape? I bet you do. Then how do you know what shape it is in if you can't see it? Seeing it allow us to have a chance to realize, to fix, to improve, and to keep us in good shape. In this book, I will share with you how to visualize the shape of invisible thingsthe markets, the businesses, the conversations, and the thoughts.

This story is about me, a boy who grew up in a small town in West Virginia. One night, my dad and I were watching the news, and they showed the hippies and talked about what they were doing. I told my dad that it was what I was going to do. He told me to go for it. I did. At thirteen, I hitchhiked to Virginia Beach and back. When I got home, I did go to jail. My grandfather would get me out. He was a deputy sheriff. I left home a lot. I always went to the beaches: Daytona and Myrtle. We used to sleep on beaches.At age fourteen, I was taught something that I would need in my life. I was into harder drugs by this time--acid drugs that made you trip and see stuff that ain't there. Every time I would run away from home, I would be in jail when I got back. I didn't go to school much. I went to parties with my friends. I was tutored in the eighth grade. The school passed me from the ninth grade to the twelfth to get me out of their school. I don't know how I passed, but when I got to the eleventh grade, something happened. I was kicked out of school for drugs. I quit school and went to school at night.I had to drive to night school. I was studying to take my GED. The classes were three hours a night. My best friend also quit high school and came to night school. We skipped school one night, drove to Pennsylvania, and pulled an armed robbery. I didn't go home for three days, but we got busted. This was April 1975. I took off and went to Virginia Beach with some friends. I hitchhiked back and had my first meeting with the real law (FBI / US Marshals). They were camped out in my family's yard. I had charges against me--murder and kidnapping. I wonder what happened.Four years down the road, I ended up at the carnival. I did that for twenty-five years. I cooked sausage, pizza, and fried veggies. I did rides and games. The life I lived was different from anyone else's life. I got more education on the road than I did at school. Life gives you so many challenges; you never know what to expect. Just like the roads I have traveled--unexpected roads.

On October 6, 2021, two people, a man and a woman, embarked on a journey together. This was to be a journey of reconciliation. The man and woman were Lisa and Brad--my first wife and me.We had been separated by space and time. Our story has been tested by all the emotions of humanity and the judgments of insanity. We have traveled through years and across miles, lived in reality and in dreams, to finally miraculously reunite.This is a love story of exceptional highs and tremendous lows. This is a story of vigilance, perseverance, and steadfast commitment. This story is for all those who cherish relationships.Throughout the reconciliation process, I have written several love letters to Lisa, which have become the best therapy for us that money cannot buy. At a certain point, it became obvious that I needed to write our whole story. This book contains that story and the love letters that have inspired its telling.Within the pages of this book are the real-time love letters (which have been written during the ongoing reconciliation between Lisa and me) interwoven into my perspective of how we came to be, came together, came apart, and came back.My hope is that at the end of reading this work, you will have laughed, cried, sobbed, sighed, and realized that love--true intended love--can and will survive.

Greetings! It is truly remarkable that, after six decades, I find myself inspired and given the opportunity to delve into the historical and current struggles of Black Americans in the South and various states across the nation. Despite enduring immense hardships, such as poverty, their predicaments are seldom addressed by the media. Regrettably, I fear that without direct action from politicians who recognize the urgent need for change, these issues will persist, leaving them neglected. They are now hopeful that their struggles can be remedied before White supremacists' prejudiced attitudes towards Black individuals worsen. I would deeply appreciate it if fellow Americans could spare a moment to peruse this book. I am confident that you will find the accounts of Black people's experiences in life-and-death circumstances intriguing and thought-provoking. So fasten your seat belts and prepare for a challenging journey through the past, present, and future. While reading this book may be unsettling as you venture further into an era that few of us would have survived--enduring the unimaginable conditions of physical and mental enslavement by White supremacists--please know that it is entirely understandable.

Poetry is a beautiful art form that comes from thoughts and the heart that flows. This compilation of poems is influenced by the flow of nature and the winding roads of life. Life is about catching moments between the light times and the dark times of our lives that we are surrounded by. Whether you are on a mountain summit or in a valley or in between, life is about the ups and downs that develop who we are. The alpenglow is a magical moment when in the twilight hours, the hues of red shine on the opposite mountains from the sun. It only lasts for a brief time, but life is the same way, as we all are trying to capture the magical moments that mean so much to us. Clutch those moments, whether it be a sense of nostalgia, recollections of memories, your family, or the breathtaking views that capture your heart. This collection consists of the elements of nature and how we can miss the smallest details of life around us. The elements of family, culture, and so much more always leave lasting impressions of mementos in our lives. I thoroughly hope you enjoy this compilation. Stay on the winding roads and keep chasing your alpenglow, catching those moments that will forever be in your mind and in your heart.

Two random people from New York are brought together by circumstance one fateful night.Antonio "Tony" Willhiem is your average young man from Queens, New York, with dreams just like anyone else from the suburbs. He just seems to have hit a patch of bad luck since he was a kid that seems to only get worse as he gets older. All he wants is what most people his age want--college education, a good job, a solid future, and of course love. What more could anyone with sensible desires ask for?Michelle Victoria Du'Pree is anything but normal; she's from a rich, socialite family in New York City, but she is in fact close to three hundred years old--half human, half demon, called an Immortal, more commonly known in religious texts as a succubus or lust demoness. She has her own wants too: companionship and a lifelong mate of her very own and, of course, freedom. But she feels like she's cursed with loneliness as she wanders through the darkness and decades in Manhattan's shadows.In a chance meeting at a nightclub called the Factory, will a lonely immortal demoness and an average guy from Queens find out they are destined to be something more together, or will this meeting lead to something more sinister and hideous? One looks to an immediate future while the other looks toward the long looming years of immortality ahead.But when evil meets the prospect of love, can this really be true? Can evil actually love? Has she found the one person to spend her eternity with, or will his fate lead him to a gruesome end like so many have met before him? In the end, where will this lead, and what force has brought these two together who are worlds apart, and for what reasons?

Every fall, Dad and his buddies drove 200 miles to Jack Hochlander's tiny, unheated Adirondack cabin, centrally located in the middle of nowhere, to hunt deer. In 1957 Dad became part-owner, making him the happiest man on earth. Now, outside hunting season, he brought my brothers and me along, teaching us the ways of the woods - and how not to cook. We had an absolute blast. As Dad said, "We don't have a lot of money, but we have a lot of fun." The cabin became my favorite place on earth, too. Given a choice, I'd take a weekend at the cabin over Christmas. "I can't wait for the day you fellas do the driving," he'd say, sucking on a smoke, steering his latest jalopy up the crumbling old roads. "I'll just relax, look out the window and watch the woods go by. I'm really looking forward to that."Twenty years later, on his sixty-third birthday, February 6, 1979, he got his wish - but I was the only driver. My brothers, wisely, chose not to come. I thought we'd have a great time, snowshoeing, swapping stories around the wood stove, but I never factored in his drinking. Saturday night, drunk, he challenged a group of reviled snowmobilers at the Deer Head Inn and barely escaped with his life. So much for our glorious weekend. After his untimely death at 73, his youngest son Graham took over the cabin. That didn't last long; directly across our road a huge new house was built, spoiling our serenity, wrecking our wilderness, and Graham was gone; now at long last, the place was mine. Like Dad, I started bringing my kids up. Would they feel the same magic Dad and I felt there years before?