ACRES

Guys.Tomorrow we will have a briefing on what we have to do for ACRES.

This is Scrappy's Group blog:
http://acres-welovebecausewecan.tumblr.com/

And this is the original ACRES blog:
http://www.acres.org.sg/

And about adopting Scrappy.Mindy has already volunteered herself for it.I need more people.Please let me know tomorrow.

Thanks.
Brian

Till death do us part...

We often fall in love.Sometimes recklessly,sometimes slowly.Sometimes with total strangers,sometimes with our best friends.But...Love.Is something that can't be held back.Like the moon from waning and waxing.Like the stars from shining.
We're all still young.Treasure those that you love right now.Whether its your parents or just simply your crush,treasure them because they might just disappear.No matter how well you knew them before Love started.For within a day,a hour,a minute,a second.That person might as well have never existed...

Brian

Adopting Scrappy

Hey guys,I need 4 people who's been to ACRES.Remember Scrappy?I wanna adopt him.It's $150 per Month so I need some volunteers to help me.Thanks.XD

Brian

P.S. I have a few candidates.I need people who will really love Scrappy,I don't want your money.I'll let you guys know on Sun.Soon,Phio,Jade,Darren,Mei,Mindy,Venus,Nat.You guys will HAVE to help me.Why?Because I say so.I gotta feeling you'll probably wanna do it anyway.Thanks.XD

Imam Ghazali's Last Poem

"Say to my friends, when they look upon me, dead
Weeping for me and mourning me in sorrow
Do not believe that this corpse you see is myself
In the name of God, I tell you, it is not I,
I am a spirit, and this is naught but flesh
It was my abode and my garment for a time.
I am a treasure, by a talisman kept hid,
Fashioned of dust, which served me as a shrine,
I am a pearl, which has left it’s shell deserted,
I am a bird, and this body was my cage
Whence I have now floron forth and it is left as a token
Praise to God, who hath now set me free
And prepared for me my place in the highest of the heaven,
Until today I was dead, though alive in your midst.
Now I live in truth, with the grave – clothes discarded.
Today I hold converse with the saints above,
With no veil between, I see God face to face.
I look upon “Loh-i-Mahfuz” and there in I read
Whatever was and is and all that is to be.
Let my house fall in ruins, lay my cage in the ground,
Cast away the talisman, it is a token, no more
Lay aside my cloak, it was but my outer garment.
Place them all in the grave, let them be forgotten,
I have passed on my way and you are left behind
Your place of abode was no deweling place for me.
Think not that death is death, nay, it is life,
A life that surpasses all we could dream of here,
While in this world, here we are granted sleep,
Death is but sleep, sleep that shall be prolonged
Be not frightened when death draweth night,
It is but the departure for this blessed home
Think of the mercy and love of your Lord,
Give thanks for His Grace and come without fear.
What I am now, even so shall you be
For I know that you are even as I am
The souls of all men come forth from God
The bodies of all are compounded alike
Good and evil, alike it was ours
I give you now a message of good cheer
May God’s peace and joy for evermore be yours."

To anyone who ever needs encouragement...

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Coach Bita's Lesson

Very generous of Coach Bita to share her health condition with us. It can be a little embarrassing for the family but we must appreciate the lesson taught.

She teaches us that as long as we have a body, we are all susceptible to sickness, one of the causes of Dukha. From the moment you had your first flu as a baby to the occasional ailment, we are exposed to the pain of sickness.The body is a vehicle that must be nourished and cared for. Make sure you eat a balanced diet,exercise and clean it well.

Coach Bita appears before us full of vigor in speeches and actions but there is pain within. Once in a while we too have some form of pain within. 

Dear YPs,it is time for us to show our compassion. You can make her a get well card. You may want to email,SMS or Facebook her your well wishes. You can also find a quiet moment, with a gentle heart and in a kind and loving way,mentally wish Coach Bita well and happy,body and mind.This is called sending metta.

Coach Bita told us that she is determined to get the bug fixed and be well soon. We are sure she will be. Let's all cheer her on and wish her to have the wisdom of right actions and right effort.

Humans Are Not the Only Beings with Interspecies Friends

Source : National Geographic

When Surya, the orangutan, meets a hound dog by the river, the two carry on like long lost friends.

We humans often cannot get along with other humans because the tone of their skin differs from ours.

How much can we learn from these two species, whose love for each other spans across species lines?

 

 

The Egg Story

The Egg

By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

Be At The Present Moment-Dr.Henry Yeo+Bro James Khoo-17-Apr-11

A Companion To The Forgotten

Look At Our Own Lives..

YP-TRIP 2 ANIMAL CONCERNS & RESEARCH EDUCATN SOCIETY-10-APR-11