Zoti ynë është Dielli!

[Force-Intruder]

Ore moto nuk eshte "Kush me kundershton mua nuk ka te drejte".
Moto eshte "Mos kundershto kot / kur nuk ia del dot!"
Pastaj kush te mbajti doren te hapesh nje teme "Zoti nuk eshte Dielli".


Shqiperia nuk mund ta gjeje identitetin e saj kombetar duke udhetuar ne ne shekulline e 21-te perkrah besimesh bythezinjsh si islamizmi apo genjeshtaresh si krishterimi.
Paganizmi, besimet dhe ritualet e lashta ilire jane e vetmja rruge drejt ribashkimit pa dallim dialekti dhe feje midis shqiptareve.
Dielli eshte nje nga simbolet me te rendesishme (jo vetem tonet por te gjithe njerezimit). Si fenikset qe ke ne flamur... e me rradhe.

[Hyj-Njeriu]

Shqiperia nuk mund ta gjeje identitetin e saj kombetar duke udhetuar ne ne shekulline e 21-te perkrah besimesh bythezinjsh si islamizmi apo genjeshtaresh si krishterimi.
Paganizmi, besimet dhe ritualet e lashta ilire jane e vetmja rruge drejt ribashkimit pa dallim dialekti dhe feje midis shqiptareve.

Mese e drejte...Larg mashtrimeve lindore qe sjellin vetem percarje .... Rigjetja e bestytnive te sterlashta shqiptare te zhdukura prej komunizmit,krishterimit dhe islamit eshte e vetmja rruge per bashkimin shpirteror te kombit tone e bashkimi shpirteror eshte bashkimi me i hekurt qe ekziston mes njerezve...
Mjaft me fe te huaja te shpikura nga modeli hebraik si islami e krishterimi e po ashtu mjaft me fe civile si komunizmi po ashtu i shpikur nga nje hebre...
Te rishtrijme rrenjet tona gati te perthara thelle ne Token Meme e ne traditat qe na fali,qe te kemi rrenje te fuqishme,te ngrihemi lart e te jemi te palekundur si Lisat,ashtu si na ka hije....

Diellit,Atit tim qe eshte ne qiell i perulem,Jetedhenesit te Praruar.....

[Force-Intruder]

Oh brilliant orb within the sky,
My soul and breath to thee do fly.
Thou art the refuge of my speech,
Attainable, within my reach.
Thou art the slayer of my foes,
The vanquisher of all my woes,
Thy light illumines all my sin,
A fortress do I find within.
All illness and disease do fly,
When upon thee I rely.
All weakness and fatigue are gone,
When I discern the brilliant sun.
You nourish me and give me rest,
Thy beauty and thy grace attest.
In thy presence I do feel
All my wounds and sorrow heal.
Thou art the source from which I come
And return when I succumb.
My fears and worries fly away
When I am brought beneath thy sway.
Eternally thy name is Om,
Where the Vedas find their home.
A thousand rays from thee proceed
To satisfy my every need.
Thou dost my life and breath sustain,
Nourishment from thee I gain.
Thou art the refuge of the wise,
Fearlessly, thy love does guise.
Salutations do I bring
To that from which my life does spring.
Salutations do I give
To that which makes my soul to live.
Salutations do I leave
To that which stops my soul to breathe,
And salutations to that flame,
Where death no longer can one claim.
May auspiciousness attend
The one who knows thee as thy friend.
Eternally, thy light does shine,
Thy nature is to all divine.

[Force-Intruder]

Versioni pagan i Jingle Bells per tu kenduar me 25 Dhjetor. Kendojeni me te njejten melodi


The Sun Returns, The Sun Returns, The Sun Returns today
Join us in a song of Praise to help Him on His way.
The Sun Returns, The Sun Returns, The Sun Returns today
Join us in a song of Praise to help Him on His way.

Gather Round the Fire, Full of Yuletide Cheer The Wheel has turned again, the end of dark is near.
Spring is on the way, making spirits bright
What fun it is to laugh and sing a Yuletide song tonight.

The Sun Returns, The Sun Returns, The Sun Returns today
Join us in a song of Praise to help Him on His way.
The Sun Returns, The Sun Returns, The Sun Returns today
Join us in a song of Praise to help Him on His way.

[trysil]

Njeriu ka shëtitur dhe shëtit vazhdimisht nëpër thellësitë e pafundme të kësaj çështje.
Kur beson se është afër, ndoshta pikërisht atëherë është më së largu. Çudi, megjithatë, kurrë nuk ka reshtut së menduari lidhur me këtë çështje.
Gjërat nuk kanë qenë dhe nuk do të jenë gjithmonë.

Më pëlqen një thënie e shkrimtarit, filozofit dhe teologut norvegjez Jostein Gaarder, autorit të veprave të shumta si "Bota e Sofisë", "Vajza e portokalleve" etj., i cili thotë:

"...megjithatë, diçka do të ketë filluar nga asgjëja..."

[Force-Intruder]

I see in the distance before me,
A picture worthy to behold,
Painted in colors of such beauty,
In colors yet untold,

For there lies an ocean beyond my shore ,
As far as my eyes can see,
Bathed in the light of the setting sun,
A magical golden sea.

Soft clouds drift by, adorning the sky,
Each with its own design,
Arranged with colors as on an artist’s palette,
Colors that boggle my mind.

A ship that I can hardly see looms on the horizon,
Floating on so vast a sea it’s like a toy,
Enveloped in a haze of purple colors,
Bringing dreams of far off lands as a boy.

A seagull silhouetted by the setting sun,
Knowing now its day is done,
Slowly gracefully flies my way,
Looking for night a place to stay.

I stand there in a momentary silence,
The picture that I see impressed upon my mind,
I wonder if God painted this picture just for me,
A gift for me that’s only mine.

[Force-Intruder]

The Sun Never Says

Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth,
"You owe Me."

Look what happens with
A love like that,
It lights the Whole Sky.

[Force-Intruder]

The rising sun
Blesses my mind
With joy.
The setting sun
Blesses my heart
With peace.

[Force-Intruder]

The Sun

Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful

than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon

and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again

out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower

streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure

that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you

as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--

or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

[Force-Intruder]

Oh fountains of beauty, of gladness and light,
Whose pathway is set in the infinite height,
Whose light has no shadow, whose day has no night!
~
We know not your birthplace, oh wonderful one!
We count not the ages through which you have run,
But we render you praises, oh life-giving Sun.
~
All day the our Earth-Mother in your loving embrace,
Arrayed by your bounty in garments of grace,
Lifts up to your glances her beautiful face.
~
At night, when her children need silence and rest,
With the light of her starry-eyed sisterhood blessed,
She sleeps like a bride on your cherished breast.
~
When the skylark springs up at the coming of dawn,
When the golden fringed curtains of night are withdrawn,
Then, blushing with beauty, the day is reborn.
~
The pulses of nature in harmony bound,
To the waves of your glory which move without sound,
And sweep unimpeded through spaces profound.
~
The life-tide that leaps in the bird or the flower—
The rainbow that gleams through the drops of the shower—
Oh, wonderful artist, are born of your power.
~
The rush of the whirlwind, the roar of the deep,
The cataract's thunder, the avalanche-sweep,
Are your forces majestic, aroused from their sleep.
~
Oh, Sun! In the light of whose presence we see,
We ask, can you tell us what cause you to be?
And how are we linked to the Great Mystery?
~
We must perish, but you, by your wonderful powers,
Will rescue from darkness those bodies of ours,
And fashion them over to foliage and flowers.