supernatural

We are all beings of our own creation.

A piercing screech from above caught my attention. However, it was the arm landing beside me with teeth marks that let me know what was going on. __an you be a little more careful where you let body parts fall?_- Faith, Witch Devotions

There__ a head inside the ball?_ Surefire turned a shade paler along the edges of her face paint.__t is good,_ Coatl responded. __akes the ball lighter, bounce farther.___ou always want to get a head in the game,_ Raven added.

All cats are gray in the dark. And besides, her actions have less to do with her, and everything to do with you.

Chaos exists only in the moment. But Fate knows all. Every action and reaction. Since everything is destined, nothing is random... Chaos is only an illusion.

I might be half Derek's size, but I was the one who sounded like a two-hundred-pound beast plowing through the woods.

Pursued by grace and supernatural power from God, I will passionately pursued my most cherished dreams.

The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination,made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain,danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through moving masks.

If this is going to be my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward.

People look like crazy, they do crazy things and they love their crazy life; stop inspiring them with your supernatural world and let them be who they chose to be.

You don__ have a monopoly on pain or loss. It__ a level playing field__e all lose__e all grieve. It__ what remains afterwards that defines us. Guilt is the poison we pump into our own veins. It__ self-inflicted torture.

Death had marked his family with unbreakable black halos, until only two remained.

The gentle waters poured from the heavens, baptizing the two angels in a healing shower that washed away their differences, lifting the veil from their sight, and they knew they were the same.

We__e at church, for god sakes!_ she hissed. __his isn__ right.__e shifted just so, his eyes narrowed with stubborn determination. __hy? God is love. God nurtures love. And, I love you, Elaine Pearson, and not just for your lovely body.___ou__e talking about sex, Ian.__e visually swept the church interior, noting the empty pews and flickering candles. __o, ma__m, I__ not,_ he murmured, turning his attention back to her. __exual attraction is only a fraction of what flows between us. My body responds to you on a physical level, but that doesn__ mean I__ not in love with your mind and your soul. Remember that,_ he stated with conviction, his words sounding like an order. "I can get inside your head, love. You and I are connected in the stars__hether or not you believe that singular truth is irrelevant. What we are_who we are_together_transcends the past. Every experience led us here. You need to stop fighting me_yourself_and us.

A difficult journey is spiritual rewarding.There is a more dependence on God, His supernatural power, grace and divine favour along the travel.

Divine is supernatural.

I acknowledge the challenge of believing in a supernatural divinity. After all, in the natural a rock is a rock; a desk is a desk; my skin is my skin. Or are they? That rock you pick up and feel on your skin and place on the desk is 99.9% empty space__etween atoms; as is your skin and the desk. So, perhaps it is our perception of the natural or __eal_ world that needs tweaking, not the supernatural.

Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.