The mediation and Yuga is one of the unique processes for union of mind and spirituality

It was marvelous installation of a thought in Indians’ mind that the presence of Guru. The mediation and Yuga is one of the unique processes for union of mind and spirituality. A section of human art that is very significant for every Personal. A child doesn’t run down the street if his mother pulls him back. As a mother you’ll beat him for doing so. It is good in India to beat the children. In this way you show a kind of love for the baby. The thing is that not try to heart God. The English tried to heart the Indian. And the father too the paths of non-violence and free them from the British. He was a good father.

 

The one person, who can guide you in every walk of life, is my own guru. If people think my guru would tell me where I am doing wrong in living. In fact, he is an aeronautic engineer who knows where in our mind I am feeling any disorder more and here I could get the right meditation. Go his way and not go you have anger and is strong in you will pull you and the bed side of your soul will pull you down. In the next morning, I was just thinking that I find my guru. One time we are talking about humanity if you not love your body and soul, how can I think of humanity? Human beings are only beautiful as because of his spiritual life. One day in the morning I open my windows and see a beautiful garden. It would not be possible, if had not made a garden earlier. Onetime I am think my guru is just a human being how he can solve m all problem. Getting the Blass of guru is a fortunately I was in a serious family problem and enchanting the guru’s name and the problem is automatically solved.

 

A horror story without a hero

I love horror film and horror story book. Five friends are just talking about Ghost. We are talking for five hours. It is really funny. One after another everybody is telling a new story on the same topic. I don’t know any one is there who is just like me. Today I am telling one such story of ghost. The story was in a regional language. So, I change its character’s names and place also. So, as I have read that, I am just translating it for my global readers.

It was a pea size island near Scotland. My grandfather was a teacher in that island, and teaching in a local school. The place was called Lamped. It was early part of nineteen century and telephone was not discovered at that time. He had a bicycle to travel a distance of one mile to reach at his school. The place was almost a no-man’s land. People of that village were depending on cultivation and they were traditionalist. The
Land was not good for agriculture and so people of that village got a few tons of crops every year and they share it among themselves. They were bravo people. After all they were living a very happy live around the year.

There was a person named Allan Cameroon. His house was one mile away from the village. Cameroon was good friend of my grandfather, John Decoct and often he came to the teacher’s house. Once, Cameroon was ill for few days and he died. He had no relatives. So his all wealth was sold but, nobody was ready to buy his house. It kept abandoned.

Few months later, one cowboy, Stewart McGill was passing nearby that house. It was a full moon night. Suddenly he looked at the window of the house. He saw the shadow of Allan Cameroon inside the house. He was frightened and speechless. His heart stopped beating. The hairs were stand like trees.

He started running and running. He reached to the teacher’s house. He told the whole story to the teacher. My grandfather didn’t believe these. He said to McGill that he was a fool. This kind of story has no meaning.

McGill understood nothing, at that time. He told that story to other people. Immediately, the news spread all over the island. The elder people are interested in this connection. They started to give some prediction about that. In this island, only the teacher got the newspaper but not daily. It comes ones in a month. People ran to his house to know that news. That was a party day. Everybody was sitting around a fire in the teacher’s premises. And they were listening from news paper, read by my Grandfather, who was reading that like a newspaper reader. They didn’t left the advertisement also. Even some were reading that twice. In that meeting people from different category were present. Farmers, church’s father, cowboy all were present there. Hoyden was a black smith; he had a shop in the village. He was a person with a terrible straight and trick mind. Any matter, that discus in front of Hoyden, which should be clear to him by the speaker. In such a meeting my grand father was talking about the McGill’s story of Allan Cameroon’s shadow. My grand father was just explaining the whole story using his logic and scientific thought. At that time, one villager came to the teacher and told that the shadow was seen by another person in the same place. This time the person is a woman. It was seen at the same time and same place.

The meet was stop at time. John Decoct didn’t take it seriously. He said that they were just joking. But, Hoyden was excited, he opposed Mr. John Decoct. There was a conflict between John and Hoyden, about the existence of the Ghost. Other members in the meeting were laughing at the black smith. He challenged John Decoct and said, “Hallow! Mr. Teacher, if you don’t believe in Cameroon’s shadow then come tomorrow night in front of Cameroon’s house.” Everybody clapped; John Decoct tried to overlook the matter as a joking. But, Hoyden was not interested. The present, villagers’ opinion was in favor of Hoyden. One of them said, “Mr. John Decoct, if you didn’t believe in those story then you have to prove that.” The teacher thought that if he opposed the challenge of Hoyden he would loss his fame. After a minute he said “Of course, I’ll go. But if I return then, also you people remain same kind of fool.” Hoyden said “O.K. Teacher, first you go and prove it”

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A worst cheater’s story

 

There was a chat between Harry and Xenia in the last night on the internet. From that time, she experienced an extraordinary need for Harry, again and again. Harry told her a lot of charming words over the mobile phone. Harry said, “You are kissing my lips, and you body and mind is just wavering in my arm”. That time, she answered, “I am missing you Harry- Come to me please”. “Dear! Take me to the higher” she added. These kinds of sentences have some emotional meaning for them. But, Xenia had an urgent need for Harry. She was spending a lot for her cell phone bills. Her heart and body were ached by Harry’s words. She could not forget a single word. She always went to Harry at the weekend. She felt herself free and safe.

One night, it was very late. Xenia had driven her car for several hours. She was feeling tired. She was standing alone in front of the Harry’s House and was knocking at the door. It was September and the weather was freezing. She had not seen him for a long time. Hallow, Harry, how do you do? Xenia’s sexy body was energetic for Harry. She was constantly watching Harry. At a standstill, she was waiting for the right moment.

Harry felt no hesitation to close his hands around Xenia. He took her in his arms and showed the muscle to bring her onto his bed. Xenia was not nervous. She was taking it usually. She knew Harry’s eyes and it was constantly looking at her body. He was slowly removing Xenia’s dresses. It was slightly hot inside the room. Xenia was speech less. She uttered nothing. But, her sweet smile of pleasure was making Harry crazier. “Sweet heart, you are clod now, give me a chance to make you hotter” Harry said. He also slowly removed his cloth. “Can you remember when you have first naked for me?” Xenia asked to Harry. He was surprised. “Why you are asking this?” he said. Xenia was looking at his necked body. She remembered that night. They were in the final year of their high school.

Harry and his first girl friend were in love. Harry was Xenia’s love at first glance. Harry and that girlfriend were married. But, Xenia could not forget Harry. She always went to Harry for her urgent need. Harry took a special place in her heart. Xenia could not understand the relationship. Harry behaved just like a pet. Xenia helped Harry to take off his shirt. Both of them slimed at each other. They got their answer at that smile. Her hands were slowly moving over Harry’s node body. “Your body is a gorgeous as it was earlier” Harry said. Xenia closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasure. For that moment she reached at the vulnerable stage of love. They were sensually kissing each other.

 

Harry’s wife, Jessica was out of station for a couple of weeks. He assumed that there was no chance of her arrival. Xenia and Harry were having their pleasure in the bed. They forgot to close the entrance door. She reached at home with their only daughter, Sheena. She was 14 years old. She loved her father like other children. Jessica and Sheena found Harry and Xenia in his bedroom.

Jessica was stunt and she was senseless. But, Sheena took it normally and told her father to wear his cloth. She dialed the doctor’s telephone number. “Sorry miss, we just interrupted you.” She said to Xenia and gently requested, “You may leave now, and don’t forget to meet my daddy in any other secrete place”.