#Repost @strength_in_jesus1 with @make_repost ・・・ At the end of the day , what really matters is what God thinks of you #what #whatgodthinksofyou #whatgod #whatgodcannotdodoesnotexist #whatgodhasforme #whatgodhasjoinedtogether #whatis #endoftheworld #endoftheday #endofthedayquote #endofthedays #enddays #strength_in_jesus1 #strength_in_jesus #strengthinjesus1 #strengthinjesus #strengthinjesusquotes #strengthinjesuschrist #thewordofgod #wordofgod #lovequotes #heartquotes #quotestoknow #quotesoftgeday #dailyquotes #biblequotes https://www.instagram.com/p/CP81mHUp_pK/?utm_medium=tumblr
When our anger is devoid of heart, and wisdom we act like assholes. To be truly ourselves we need to be connected to our heart, and our intellectual and emotional intelligence. When we escalate to the point of being at the edge of fight or flight, we lose that connection with our heart and our wisdom, and the part of our brain that takes over dehumanizes others, loses connection with our own humanity and sees winning, being right, as the only path available. It’s in these moments that our childish inner asshole takes over. Stay connected to your heart. Know your triggers. Own them. Learn to soothe the part of you that thinks it’s the end of the world. Everything will be alright. #survival #fightorflight #trauma #endoftheworld (at End Of The World) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPuH_45MgH1/?utm_medium=tumblr
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At the end of the day there's nothing better than get out and walk to clear my mind. I'm almost at the end of the semester and it's been rough. So many things to do and so little time. Had some hard days when the only thing I did was cry but i'm hoping for better ones.
When I woke up for the second time in 24 hours, another song was playing. Quietly this time. I didn't recognize it, though. I felt warm, dry and comfortable. I was lying on something soft and covered with something soft as well, probably a blanket. I tried to sit up when I heard a voice.
"No, no, stay still for a second, don't sit up straight away," I looked to my left to see a girl. The one I'd scared before fainting. She had wavy brown hair that reached her chin, tanned skin and freckled.
"I'm George... or Georgie," she continued, "well, my full name is Georgina but nobody calls me that. You, um, came into my shop and screamed, and then I screamed and then you fainted,"
"I remember," I spoke. My throat still felt as dry as the Gobi desert. My voice sounded dry as well, and George must have noticed as she handed me an orange cup.
"Tea," she said, "it shouldn't be too hot. It's honey and ginger, it'll sting a bit but it helps with a sore throat."
"Thanks," She helped me sit up so I could take a sip. She was right: it wasn't too hot and it did sting the back of my mouth and my throat. After I had finished my cup of tea, she handed me a biscuit.
"You look like you haven't eaten anything in forever so it's probably better to start with small portions of food and work your way up, you know? So you can get used to food and stuff again," I nodded.
She leaned back in the chair she had pulled up next to the couch I was lying on and I realized we weren't in the shop anymore. Probably a back room. She saw me looking around and said:
"We're in my apartment. It's right above the shop," She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at me through her round golden glasses. "So... Who are you?" she asked. I looked down at the cup in my hands and swallowed. My throat already felt better.
"My name is William, Will for short," George nodded. I was unable to contain my questions any longer.
"What happened?" I blurted.
"What do you mean?" George frowned down at me with confusion.
"Everywhere! There's plants, grass, flowers! Nothing is the same as before!" I exclaimed.
"What- as before?"
"I-" I had to take a deep breath to calm myself down. "I was in a coma. I don't know for how long. I woke up in the hospital down the road earlier today,"
"The- the hospital down the road? You mean the hospital like 45 minutes away from here?!" she exclaimed loudly. I silently looked down at my pale hands again. Her voice softened when she asked: "So you really don't know anything?" I shook my head.
"What year did you go into the coma?"
"November 2070," I whispered, terrified of her answer. A small gasp left her lips.
"Today is the-" she looked at the meme calendar behind her, the tension thick in the air, "13th of March 2072," I froze. I didn't know how to react. I'd missed a year on Earth. But on the other hand, it could have been worse, right? I could have spent 20 years in a coma. The questions came back, flooding into my head like if the dam keeping them out had broke. Where were my parents? Where was I? What had happened? Was I still sick? Were my parents alive? Was-
"Will," George set a firm hand on my shoulder and gently took the cup out of my trembling hands. I hadn't even realized I was shaking. She set the cup on a coffee table next to her. "It's okay,"
"H-how it is okay? My- my parents! I don't know where they are!" I exclaimed. She looked down and straightened up, her hands leaving mine. "I don't even know if they're alive!"
"I'll tell you everything I know," she stated calmly. Almost mechanically. I nodded, biting down on my bottom lip to keep it from trembling. I could barely see anything with the tears in my eyes.
"So, I'm guessing you were a Pollutio kid, right? One of the few that got to the later stages," I nodded. "You say you were placed in the hospital in November 2070. You probably entered the coma sometime in early December. A meteor shower named MK-122 hit the Earth on the 28th of January. We called it the End of the World. Thousands of millions of people died. The exact number is still unknown, but a rough estimate is about 4.5 billion people died. All over the world. Death doesn't discriminate, as they say. After the meteor shower hit, nature started taking over. Trees, plants, flowers,... everything grew. Really fast. No one had ever seen anything like it. I like to think that nature saw an opportunity and took it. Almost no cars left that you can use. Trees grew through them. Big factories were destroyed. It felt like nature was angry. Taking over everything. Big cruise boats that were pulled down by algae. It was crazy. Most survivors of MK-122 stayed in hiding till October 2072. Then we came out. Started giving nature the respect it deserves. Living in harmony with it. See my shop, my apartment." She pointed to her mossy cracked walls, the ivy hanging around, some potted plants,...
She spoke as if she had said this countless times before. It made me think that maybe I wasn't the only kid that woke up alone in that hospital. I hadn't even thought about checking the other rooms.
I nodded shakily. "What does that mean for my parents?" She pursed her lips.
"I can't tell you if they survived MK-122. But if they did, there's a tower a few towns away where we can check their names. Everyone who survived MK-122 is obligated to put their name and location in. You have to update your location every time you go past one,"
A tower. With the names of all the survivors. I could find my parents. It wasn't much but it gave me hope. I felt better already.
"Have you ever gone?" I asked George, who was inspecting her nails.
"Yeah, I go about once every two weeks, to see if I can find my parents and my brother," she answered.
"I'll bring you once you're healthy again. Right now you're weak, tired and can't even walk. You're not ready to travel," she spoke firmly. "You need to sleep, eat and drink." She handed me a pear. "Eat this and then sleep. Tomorrow you'll take a shower,"
I didn't know what to say, so I nodded. "Thank you. For everything."
"You're welcome," she offered me a small smile. I ate my pear and finished my tea before falling asleep.
And that night, I dreamed of flower beating up cars.
संत रामपाल जी के विषय में भविष्यवाणी वेजीलेटिन के अनुसार 20 वीं सदी के उत्तरार्द्ध में भारत से उत्पन्न हुई शांति भ्रातृत्व भाव पर आधारित नई सभ्यता, संसार में-देश, प्रांत और जाति की सीमायें तोड़कर विश्वभर में अमन व चैन उत्पन्न करेगी। #prophecy #endoftheworld #antichrist #illuminati #matrix #rapture #endtimes #armageddon #2021 #prophet #nirvana #epidemic #yeshua #amos #bibleprophecy #mahadev #vedic #horoscopeposts #tarot #psychicreading #reiki #meditation #vastushastra #panditji #numerology #chakra #rashifal #lastprophet #SaintRampalJi (at Hapur हापुड़) https://www.instagram.com/p/COsi3SdFv3A/?igshid=16c03kn85r6j7