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Time,
names, symbols and colours
For everything there is a time.
Time does not change. It is precious and sacred.
It heralds in the new day and with every day, week, month, year
and season plays an important part in our lives.
To change time is an offence against Mother Nature and those who
rebel against the forces of Mother Nature are punished.
Names
too play an important role for good or for bad. Changes in names
have spelt doom and even brought luck and prosperity.
When choosing a name, one must take extreme care as every letter
has a numerical value.
Remember what happened to Napoleon?
Symbols
are also of vital importance and when using a symbol, extreme care
should be taken.
No one would like to use a symbol portraying a coffin, gun, dagger,
ace of spades, as they symbolise death and destruction.
Likewise,
colours also play an important role.
Reds and blacks have their own result.
They portray blood and death, unlike rose, pink, silvery whites,
blues which bring happiness, love and vibrate with everything good.
So
remember that GMT (Greenwich Mean Time) is static.
It does not change.
Let's hope we will revert back to the time we have always learned
to follow.
Astrologer
Just
a moment
A few days ago I visited a home for
the differently abled. Though the children there are physically
disabled, they try to get on with their lives.
We
run an incessant rat race. We think about examinations, promotions
and earning money.
But if we think about the disabled children who are in the orphanages,
they have no experience of the outside world. Most of them only
know God and themselves.
The
young people who look after those children are doing something remarkable.
They must be patient. I myself cannot do such work.
But I sincerely believe that God will appreciate their efforts.
The
visit that I made to that orphanage gave me the opportunity to think
deeply about my life and realise that it is vital to be satisfied
with what I have.
Nirmalee Perera
Gampaha
Up,
then down
One day I was thinking ... another
day I was writing.
One day I was proud
Thinking that I was a genius
Another day I was disappointed
Thinking that I was a fool.
One
day I smiled
Seeing the beauty of the world
Another day I cried
Seeing the harshness of it.
One
day I was so glad
Benefiting from society
Another day I was angry
Ill-treated by it.
One
day I was overjoyed
Over my luck
Another day I was devastated
Feeling the pressure.
Tharindu Weerasinghe
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