How to seriously grow as a person ?

Hello there,

short answer: have all your emotions perfectly under control, no matter what. Dont let you drag down or react in a way that doesnt represent control.

If you manage that at all times, you won pretty much against all sorts of bullshit, conversations and you will always be able to answer and act neutral.

If you wanna know more about things which hold you down such as beliefs, look here:

Psychische Krankheitsheilung durch Träume ?

Es gibt gewisse Träume in welcher die Psyche des Individuums geheilt werden kann. Diese Träume sind äußerst tiefgreifende Erfahrungen im Unterbewusstsein und sie können hochintensive Heilungen im Inneren auslösen. Hier ein Beispiel. Sie haben enorme Angst im Dunkeln und das seid Jahren. Warum das so ist haben sie sich schon immer gefragt aber finden keine … Weiterlesen „Psychische Krankheitsheilung durch Träume ?“

Intervallfasten #4 – Zurück in die Vergangenheit

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Do Dream Catchers actually work ?

do these things work ?

It depends on how much you want to rely on them. Dream catchers are hung over the bed to catch bad dreams and let the good dreams get through.

But lets be real here, who decided what dream weighs heavier or lighter and can get through the net ? It does not make any sense but i guess that it helps children if they can feel some sort of protection from „monsters“ and bad dreams.

In the end its just how much you put yourself in those things. If you believe it and it starts to „help“ its a good thing!

Existenz von Zeit im Traum?

Jeder hat sicherlich sich schonmal gefragt wie die Zeit im Traum wohl abläuft oder wie man sich das vorstellen soll. Ich erzähle aus eigenen Erfahrungen. Im Traum läuft Zeit weder linear noch vorwärts. Man kann Zeit in einem Traum nicht fühlen oder wahrnehmen weil man Selbst darüber unbewusst entscheidet. Zeit ist individuell einstellbar solange der … Weiterlesen „Existenz von Zeit im Traum?“

The body piling Beaver

A story of a body piling beaver

There was once a beaver.

This was about a beaver which was lost in a forest and began killing everything and everyone inside it.

Now a beaver in a forest should feel at home right ?

Well, the truth was that the beaver was once a man which went to a witch in the forest. The man wanted to bring his beloved wife back by witchcraft and it had worked. He had brought his wife back but he had paid a high price for it.

The witch had not told him that his mind would be transfered into a beavers body and so it happened. His wife came back the other day but he himself turned into a beaver with two huge teeths and a large beaver tail.

People saw his wife the other day coming back from the forest but she was behaving strange. She didnt knew anyone from town strangely and went straight to a pub. She was actually picking up other men and bringing them to a closed room.

Now after a while the beaver dude found it out and went straight mad. He started killing everyone in the forest and made a dam out of dead bodies from almost everything. The bodies where shredded like a tree and mushy to rotten. The beaver was pissed and of course he tried to kill the witch and reverse it but something was stopping him. He couldnt come near the house. So he deployed more dead bodies as hate towards her. But we think that he wouldve instantly be killed if he came to close to the witch. She had magic beyond our understanding. The villagers had tried to capture and kill her but never came back.

Now after another while there was a rumor that the witch was actually in the body of the beaver dudes wife. That would make her strange behaviour understandable. She was basically the villages house whore after she came back from the dead. Another thing was that the wifes mind was in the body of the witch in the forest. And she thought that the killer beaver was the witch and that her body was taken by her man because she made a spell mistake. Atleast the witch had made it seem so.

The problem for her in the witch body was that she couldnt leave the forest and the beavers problem was that he couldnt get near the house.

So after rampaging through the forests and other villages, the beaver had enough and tried to attack the witch again. Surprisingly he managed to get her and bite a leg off but she shot him dead with a spell almost the next second. They both didnt knew who was who and they both hunted each other down but never fought until that day. The beaver was dead but she was still alive and wondered why the spell wouldnt loose effect. She shouldve changed back to dead or to her body she thought but nothing happend.

The next moment however, the witch in form of her body came back. As she walked towards her in the silent forest at dawn, the almost dead bled wife had a weird feeling. She closed in, picked a knife from her skirt, dragged her hair upwards and cut the witch bodys throat. The wife in the witchs body had no chance. She had almost bled out after a few moments. She than dragged the beavers remains and guts back to her house and later ate the dead witch body.

She now had a new body and was pregnant ….. again. All this because the villagers including me, couldnt kill her that day. This was the third time. Everyone who dissapeard was turned into an animal and either eaten alive or used as sacrificial material.

So if you read this, im probably dead and the witch still alive.

Written by a rabbit.

Intervallfasten #2

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Applaus, applaus. Wer sollte mir, oder uns, denn auf die Schulter klopfen, wenn nicht WIR selbst. Zuerst einmal gibt es heute eine Einladung in die von mir, wieder eröffnete Fasten-Motivationsgruppe, die ich erstellte vor 2 Jahren, weil viele Apps nur Geld verdienen wollen, aber nicht wünschen dass die…

Intervallfasten #1

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Einen wunderschönen und hoffentlich regenreichen guten Morgen zum Montag. Bei uns atmet die Natur nun endlich auf, es ist frisch und regnet wirklich gut. Ich hingegen muss zum Hose anziehen, die Luft anhalten, den sonst geht die einfach mal nicht mehr zu. Ich habe mich also auf die…

Why people love drama from others ?

Because the majority of people like it when something bad happens to others.

So they can feel better about themselves and maybe say „What a good life ive got when compared to theirs“.

Drama isnt always bad but it takes a lot of energy from those individuals and all drama is pure bullshit on its own. It has no positive point except entertaining others on behave of those inside the drama.

Drama draws attention. I think a lot have heard this because tv shows use it to generate views. They either make stories up or find someone interesting based on their motives and exagerate the story to draw attention on tv and online. Its nothing knew. Its gibberish and a huge time waste. I dont say that its bad because sometimes it maybe is entertaining. But in the end its others bullshit placed on a silver plate to misplace your focus.

And yes, a lot of people like to hear other peoples suffering. Either to make themselves feel more worth or because they are bored and dont know what else to do.

I was bored and thought to share this with you. Stay conscious.

Unconditional Love vs Love

What are the differences ? The normal love you might experience as a human and vanishes after a certain time is called earthly or just human love. It has not much meaning and often married couples start to hate each other when this feeling dissapear Yes woman feel different, they truly feel more often love … Weiterlesen „Unconditional Love vs Love“

Dont take internet info too serious – Heres why

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Hello there, todays short blog is about google and other search engines which provide us daily with new information. So why shouldnt you trust any info on your screen? Because most of it is false information. Of course this depends on what info youve been searching for. For…

Why „ghosts“ exist!

The reason why ghosts exit.

Hello all,

its been quite a while now. Todays blog will be about the existence of „ghosts“ and why they do exist just like everything else.

First off, ghosts are nothing you might think. They are not evil demons or ten legged wall crawling freaks with long hair which eat children. The stuff you see in the movies is not called without a reason „movie“.

When you die, youll become a ghost too because you will switch into the astral/energetic body. This is simply another vessel for the soul/ for you inside this game.

Now the reason why im blogging this, is because i cant see enough of these stupid online postings where science explains that ghosts or another worlds cant be real when they are ethereal.

Their reason is because ghosts wouldnt have an energy supply like the physical body gets from food, nor the building.

Let me explain why this is wrong and many will not believe a word until they are dead and see themselves. The reason why your astral body and all other ethereal bodys can move without an energy supply is, because you – your soul has infinite energy which feeds all non physical bodys.

The physical 3D body is the only body which needs food because of the low level dimension where we are trapped until we die or decide to leave. Many and i say many, even people who tell that they know, underestimate their own soul. Its an unlimited energy supply and you had no body when you stood before these universes.

We got all the bodys when we entered the game!

The reason why your soul cant feed the physical body through its energy is because its not structered that way. We are supposed to eat in these bodys. Thats why those super diets where idiots tell you to eat sun light will never work. Thats why the word „ghost“ is nonsense because everything with a conscious soul with no physical body could be described as one.

And one last thing. The 3D world in the physical dimension is the lowest of all for a reason! We are bound here to limitations through this body.

Have a nice day.

Send the Message – Dimensional Gate

…and the monster of the rifts

„What was happening inside the deaths dimension? Be precise and answer truthfully, otherwise you will be shot Mr. Narkroth“ – Super agent of the Death Seeker Unit (DS)

„Okay.. i will answer correctly… As you had told us, we opened the gate of the fourth dimension by your order and went inside while we already heard the monsters from the other side bu-..“ – Agent of DS organisation.

„Wait you want to tell us that there were sounds of monsters after opening the gate ?“

„Yes, it was a loud sound and we all heard it“

„Than tell us Mr. Narkroth, why didnt we heard anything from up here with our sounds sensors?“

„What do mean you didnt heard anything ?? It was loud and clear, couldnt you see that we hesitated to go through the gate and reported to you as soon as it happend ?“

„Mr. Narkroth, let us show you a small video of what happend before the gate and no, you didnt reported anything..“

She tells the special agents to show him the video. A laptop was placed infront of him and the video was played.

The longer he saw what was going on, the more he began to shake in fear.

„Narkroth … do you understand our concern now ?“

(The video showed him after opening the gates and pushing his two colleagues inside the dimensions rift while he jumped as well)

„What the hell is this video?! This is not what happend damn it! I tried to back them up and to contact you but you told us through the microphones that this situation is alright. So we went inside and the gates closed!“

Suddenly the super agent and the special agents gathered and hit the desk hard with both hands saying „DO YOU WANT TO FOOL US ? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOURE SAYING ? YOU WILL BRING THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN A CELL IF YOU LIE“

The pulse of Mr. Narkroth inscreased and he began to hyperventilate „S-S-STOP YOUR BULLSHIT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! IAM NOT LYING!!“

„Than tell us this mister Narkroth“ – The agents show the video of his return ..alone..

„WHAT IS THIS ??? WHY IS THE GATE RED ??“

„We checked your status before you entered back in this room Mr. Narkroth… The test told us that you are not the same Narkroth we knew. In other words, whoever you might be and what you did to the others will be brought out of you!“

„W-WAIT WHAT ?! IAM ME! NOTHING HAPPEND! IAM HERE! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?“ – he screams at the agents.

But in this very moment, the agents began to laugh loud.

..“Wha..What is this BULLSHIT OF YOURS!!?“

The agents just laughed even louder ..

„Come on Narkroth .. dont you think that it was funny ? We were just playing. We needed to test you just to be sure that it was you. Once you entered the world of the dead, you can easily be replaced and something else can take your body over. It was neccessary! We apologise“ – said the super agent a bit laughingly.

„FUCKING UNTIE ME …assholes.“ said Narkroth angry.

Before they untied him, „Well Mr. Narkroth, the question of freeing your hands is negative!“

„WHA..WHAT THE HELL ??“

As he was trying to move, the agents placed another video in front of him.

„Watch it … you scum“ .. said the super agent.

As he watched the video, the face of Narkroth changed into something different … Into a face of a demon of those worlds.. His face bruised and cur and blood flowing down its head.. Everyone would be terryfied to witness such a thing.

„We are done here… Lets send the message“ – the agent blew a shot into its head and threw the body back into the rift.

The other agents were completely shocked that the super agent knew that nobody was the same after returning from that dimension.

The agents asked „Sir.. How did you knew that he wasnt the one who he said he was?“

„I got sharp instincts…“ – said the Super Agent of the DS- unit and only survivor of an earlier expedition of three people, while his eyes glew red behind the agents.

Empathie und Egoismus vs Illusion – Realtalk

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Heute mal zum Einstieg ins Wochenende, ein kurzer Realtalk. Ich gehe davon aus, dass viele das was ich jetzt sage verstehen und auch nachvollziehen können. Geht es euch auch so, dass ihr euch fragt „Was zum Geier ist nur mit der Menschheit los? Werden die alle immer dämlicher…

The Puppet’s House

The puppets show secret

It was once a nice summer day where me and my friend Jack wanted to visit a new puppet house inside town, which had opened recently.

The place was always busy, atleast that was told at the advertise on tv. To be honest, these puppets looked scary but if they had the money to show it on tv, theyve must had a really good show right ? .. Well that was what we thought until we arrrived there.

Jack drove us down there and we stood at the front gates, it was a sunday late night and a warm wind was slightly bursting across our faces.

We wondered why it was different than the advertise did show us on the tv. The place was in the center of town yes, but there was not much going on around it. It looked rather like an abondoned house with the words „Welcome to the Puppet Show“. We looked inside through the window glass but couldnt see anything and neither was there any light, expect a button on the left side of the door.

We pressed it, not knowing what might happen and wondering if it was the right location. Jack just pressed several times and suddenly the door opened…

A puppet was standing in front of us and we were stunned because we didnt knew how the puppet was talking „Greetings my guests, come in and enjoy the show“. It seemed that the puppet which had a bright and creepy smile, was attached to the ceiling.

It was pretty cool we thought and so we followed it along a long floor. After a few steps of walking, we noticed another button on the wall and asked the puppet about it. „No worry’s, press it and find out“

I pressed it and we both fell down a trap door beneth us but we landed smoothly on a bed and heard a lot of voices.

Jack looked at me said „Either this will end bad for us, or we will have an underground party tonight!“ And as we stood up and looked around, we saw the radio from which the voices came.. So there was no one else… We got to the only door in the room and pushed it open, just to notice that there were people dancing and partying to weird music. It just seemed, that they were dancing to reversed voices.

„We mustve landed on a creepy show or whatever this place is“ i said to jack. He replied „Lets get out of here, i dont like this place after hearing this „song““.

We both walked straight to the people but the closer we came, the more we saw that all of them were just .. carton drawings which were moved by strings.. This place was really creepy and those drawings looked like monsters too. They were moving so real that we thought they are real.. But how was that possible we asked ourselves, we surely saw them dancing.

„Okay lets get out of here now, search the exit“ said Jack quite annoyed and a bit stressed. I mean it wasnt like him but i didnt liked the place either because we were here without payment, so it was probably illegal too.

We searched the exit but couldnt find any, but we noticed that the cardboard puppets were moving when we didnt looked at them. We both noticed it at the same time and thought „cool but nothing really special“ – until they started to move further towards us, were no string was attached anymore on the ceiling to move them logically.

We hadnt noticed that gas was coming from the air conditioner while we were bothered.

We tried to cover our faces but it wouldnt do much, there was no door either and we both fell unconscious…

After waking up, a group of few people stood around us and were looking strange, smiling at us both. We tried to stand up but we couldnt… It was that moment, that me and Jack realised, that we were leaning against each others back and couldnt stand because we became puppets as well, waiting for our strings..

I tried to scream for help, but my mouth wasnt moving… The only thing we both were saying, „Welcome to the Puppets Show“, while the crowd fell down the same trap..

Visit in Hell – The Judge of Torment

I was struck by lightening.. and went straight from laughing, to lights out. It went quicker than i thought but i wasnt expecting hell nor heaven when i would die.

But i found myself in a open cell in hell..

It seemed i was alive at first but than i knew i was dead because i went down a light tunnel. The hallway was full of screams and fear. Weird noices were coming out in the end of the path.

The walls were from some kind of disgusting looking flesh that hurt you when you came close to it. It wasnt pain what was felt, but it was a horrible feeling which seemed to consume everything.

I stood up and i had no shoes on while i was walking out of my cell and feeling the worst fear you could dream of. Was this place hell? There was nothing that could describe this place, it was truly nightmarish. As i went down the hallway, i saw people screaming in their cells while the doors were open, what was going on? They couldve walked out easily but acted like they were held for eternity here.

Would i stay here forever ? I needed to find a way out and suddenly ..“WELCOME TO HELL, THIS WAY FOR THE MURDERER AND LIVE TAKER ISMAIL SHALAK“

That was my name … i was the murderer and killer of my family, but i only protected myself from these islam-fanatic bastards of a kind! They tried to sell me to a pedophile ring but i managed to escape at a night from home and when i was old enough, i would kill them for what they did. They were brainwashing me and telling me that underage sex would be for my benefit. I liked every bit of cutting their tungs and skin out while they screamed in fear and pain.

„FUCK YOU AND YOUR HELL“ i yelled while i was going backwards to my cell. The being stood there and started running at me but i couldnt move. As it stood before me, three meters high and very muscular and extremely ugly with sharp teeth and a bright smile, it spoke „YOU WILL BE JUDGED BY THE SNIFFER“. And than it hit me so hard in the face that i flew back to my cell, the door closed and i fell to sleep. Surely i would die from a hit such as this, but i only was feeling pain without injury.

As i woke up .. i heard yelling and screaming .. „HELP HEELP HEEEEEELP MEEE PLEASE IM SORRY“. The noise came from the others which were hold by a giant ugly bug that sniffed the cause of their death and which got the punishment for it. The people were held in small cages, naked and full of fear while being tormented by other beasts.

The bug – thing was terrifying itself. A dark coat with bleeding wings and again this red living flesh. The flesh was holding the sinners infront of the judge while it sniffed and told in which tormenter class they would be tortured for eternity.

I was standing on the corner while the red flesh grabbed me and i started to scream in horrible pain and fear. It covered my entire body and caused all pain at once. „THE SINNERS SOUL IS TO BE TORTURED IN THE DEMONS CHAMBER“ said the judge while it sniffed on me. The smell was disgusting and i couldnt say a word because i was screaming in pain.

After my judgement, the flesh threw me down a dark hole while i still was screaming in pain, panick and whatever bad feeling there was. This was going on forever ? Never could i do this? Why did i deserve this?. I was talking to myself while i was tightened to red flesh .. Every second was painfull enough and now these fearful beings were bringing me to the demons chamber .. what on hell was that? How could it get ever worse than this?

„YOU WILL SEE HOW BAD IT WILL GET RIGHT NOW – STUPID HUMAN“ said one being. It was hearing my thoughts ? I couldnt hide my thoughts? How did he hear me ? Or was it pure luck?

I came off the red flesh and got thrown even further down.. A simple hole of blue flesh? Just a really tiny hole made out of organs .. But it wasnt hurting at all .. What was going on? The demons left while i heard them talk something „Will he ever get it ?“.

I didnt understood a word but i needed to climb out the fuck out of here. Maybe they did a mistake and threw me to a wrong spot, this was my chance!

The blue organs were sticking to me the more i try’d to move.. fuck.. i couldnt move easily but i was going up the three meter hole i thought. But instead i was falling further in and started to feel sharp pain at my feat. The blue flesh was turning into something i knew..

It turned into some sort of fluffy hair ?? I was awake and my cat was playing with my foot.. Damn.. was that really a dream? I did kill my parents but that was all good after 30 years. That place was definetly an area to land, when i wouldnt know about it! That was surely a test of skill…? As pain was rising on my entire body ..

„Will he ever get it“ was the last thing that was heard from Ismail Shalak, while he was like the rest, held in a open cell … screaming in pain, hell.

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Universelles Bewusstsein – Fakten #1

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Hier könnte man nun zuerst meine/unseren ganzen alten Beiträge hinzufügen. Diesen: http://katjasbauchladen.com/2020/06/25/warum-steigt-das-bewusstsein-der-menschen-nicht/ oder diesen: http://katjasbauchladen.com/2020/06/01/limitierende-glaubenssatze/ Oder im Prinzip fast alle, da es mir sehr oft nur ums Bewusstsein geht. Nun aber mal wieder Klartext. Will die Menschheit wirklich „BEWUSST“ sein? Stellt sich diese Frage wirklich? Wisst ihr was?…

Wieso es keine seelenlosen Menschen geben kann.

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Diejenigen die sich mit Spiritualität beschäftigen fragen sich sicherlich mal folgende Frage: „Wenn es beseelte Menschen gibt, so gibt es doch bestimmt auch unbeseelte Menschen auf dem Planeten?“ Um die Frage direkt zu beantworten, Nein. Es gibt keine unbeseelten Bioorganismen, denn das ist nicht möglich. Jedes Teil ist…

Übersäuerung des Körpers, Basische Ernährung

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Heute mal eins der Streitthemen Nummer Eins. Ich erhebe hier keinen Anspruch auf exakte Richtigkeit, ich bin kein Mediziner oder Experte, ich kläre auch nur darüber auf was ich in meiner Krankenschwesternausbildung gelernt habe und aus meinen Recherchen hinzufügen konnte oder musste. Bei Krankheiten oder Symptomen, in denen…

The New Job – The Truth about the Crematory

The nightmare came…

After few months of tough work, ive came to the conclusion that the pill was just a form of placebo for our minds.

Since everywhere cameras got installed, we were always watched and didnt risk to loose our jobs, but the toiletts seemed to be clear.

I mean what could happen if i let the pill slip just this once ? I was about to find out.

So i took out the pill, opened the capsule and flushed it down the broken toilett. It was a wonder, the first time the toilett was working. The pill seemed to help atleast something.

I went back to work and i felt normal.

I took my key from the locker and i wanted to go outside to smoke but ..the door was closed or stuck, i couldnt go out at all. Nothing odd about it, i’ll smoke later when i finish work i thought.

The list was long this shift.

So what do we got ?

1. Check the bodys inside cabin A1, A7, A3, B4, B6

2. Make sure that the decomposing bodys are all inside the chambers

3. Report all data to HQ

Even if that didnt sounded much, it was quite nerve wrecking to do this inside that enviroment.

I went down the hallway, left and right were always metal beds and every bed was seperated with a dividing sheet. What use had these things at all in a place with dead people i asked myself. It surely screwed around with our minds.

My steps were loud, and suddenly, in the brink of a sight, i saw a big dark figure infront of me and the lights got out…

„What the fuck was that !?!!? .. Did i imagine things?“ – while i walked down to the cabins, questioning what happend. I didnt let myself get distracted, ive had work to do.

A1,A7 and A3 were alright…

I opened B4… „What !? A body is missing ?! Was it stolen? There is no report either about a missplacement. Ive got to report right now!!“

While i was walking the hallway back to my office, i saw the same image of a monster again but this time it was longer „Ohh god… is this all in my head ?..lets fucking move“

I came to my office, picked up the phone and called the HQ in the city .. „Sorry right now we are unavailable and will call you back“ …

Suddenly the radio started playing a weird tone, i walked slowly towards it but it stopped .. a few steps i went back and the lamp of my office exploded „KSSSSSCHHH“ …

It scared the hell out of me, „Fuck this, i quit! I fucking quit big time, gotta get my key and get the hell out of this place“ while i was shaking in fear.

I searched my key inside the locker room but it was nowhere to be found, i was sure that i placed it tight in my pocket… What the hell was just going on ?

Suddenly the toilett doors openend.. The door was dark but in front was the key, hanging on a chain while swinging around.

Who took it from me and placed it right there? There was no one inside this building but i didnt cared anymore, i wanted to run out of this doomed building.

I walked up to the door, picked up the key and slowly walked backwards, the door got slammed loud and out of nowhere! I started to run back to the hallway towards the exit.

I ran for my life…. every step was bringing me closer but i felt a presence … or was it my imagination? I heard more footsteps while i was running, but when i looked back, no one was there until.. another light bulp popped and i saw a demon that started to chase me, while more and more light bulps started to explode.

„Nonononono run faster you cunt“ i was screaming inside me while i finally approached the exit door and went upstairs. I saw through the door glas but… no one was there.

Not thinking about anything else but to escape, i went up and around the corner…

My hopes of escape got shattered …

„The door… HOW ..“ it was all chained up and the handle was missing.

Ive heard a breath behind me …

Herbstzeit- Vitaminmangelzeit? Wenn ja, welches denn?

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Heute ist unser Wetter, so typisch Deutschlandwetter im Herbst. Und zwar so: Photo by Valeriia Miller on Pexels.com Fällt euch was auf? Richtig. Keine Sonne, dunkel, Regen, windig, kalt. So richtiges „Mistwetter“ eben. Da nützt auch der, recht abgedroschene Spruch „es gibt kein schlechtes Wetter, nur….“ ihr wisst…

Streiten und Spiritualität

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Okay, lasst uns ein wenig – nochmal – über Meinungsfreiheit reden, von der meine persönliche Meinung die ist: „im Prinzip ist meine Meinung scheißegal und egal wie sie ist, es wird immer! wirklich immer jemanden geben, der sie sofort und gründlichst tot- bzw. kaputtreden wird.“ Es ist wirklich…

Was sind – falsche Freunde?

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Was sind falsche Freunde oder sogar falsche Partner und woran erkennt man sie? Wie kann man sich schützen und wie kann man die Situation ändern oder geht das gar nicht und man muss damit leben?! 1. Sie sind entweder NIE da wenn man sie braucht ODER sie sind…

Erinnerungen lesen – Wie kann man sich falscher Erinnerung bewusst sein ?

Ich hatte ein paar Male das Vergnügen im Traum, falsche Erinnerungen zu lesen. Mit lesen meine ich das Verstehen von falschen und richtigen Erinnerungen und wie ihre Eigenschaften sind. Alle falschen oder „implantierten“ Erinnerungen sind natürlich an erster Hand daran erkennbar, ob sie denn je stattgefunden haben. Das ist der logische Part. Zudem können Erinnerungen … Weiterlesen „Erinnerungen lesen – Wie kann man sich falscher Erinnerung bewusst sein ?“

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Poesias y sentimientos

Laura Muñoz Amarillo | Poeta de poesías y sentimientos. Nací en la bella ciudad de Elda, provincia de Alicante en España un 10 de Julio de 1937 y estos son mis escritos desde el corazón.

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Süße PhiloSophie

Da steckt Liebe drin

German Vibes

German Vibes Deutsch lernen mit Spaß Viele übungen viele bücher . Die best Ort um deine sprache zu verbesser .

UTE HAMELMANN

The Impotence of being earnest

Cooking Without Limits

Food Photography & Recipes

Holistic Health Talks

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Mexistencey

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