How to use Unison in a sentence as a noun

Unison in a compound sentence.

My husband and my dog are snoring in unison! Lady in a house of boys. Ha

"Each of you must be part of this chorus so that, being harmonious in unity, receiving God’s pitch in unison, you may sing with one voice through Jesus Christ to the Father, so that he may both hear you and recognize you, through what you do well, as members of his Son." - Ignatius of Antioch

I wish more flash mobs would decide to go with whipping out electric griddles and making waffles for everyone in unison.

Driving in the car with Aaron Schnitkey with some background music on, we are talking when all of a sudden in perfect unison Rhett and Renee belt out "this girl is in fire.....this girl is on fi-re"

OMG girls 14 girls screaming in unison is loud.

You know you spend a lot of time with your sister when you spout out shot like "he shouldn't have to he's John #!$%@&! Stamos!" In exact unison

Ahh Raza!!! al hacer pago de placas de vehiculo modelo 1992 de 4 cilindros te cobran dos veces la aportacion unison, y si bien, es cierto que no te cobran la tenencia por el año del vehiculo en la estatal, en la municipal al solicitar la carta de no adeudo te cobran tenencia de todas formas y de caracter obligatorio!!! y eso que mi carro es viejito....todavia falta la historia de la motoneta y esa es ooootrraa que se avientan!!!

Small stone 1-11-13 Halfway up a tall fir tree, one cockeyed branch stretches far beyond the other branches and points out toward horizon, not modestly downward in unison with its siblings. Not deformed, but distinct. Not broken, but breaking rank.

While eating dinner with my children it is overheard that the little boy in the booth behind is named "Diego". Hearing it at the same time, my children both look at each other and begin singing "Go Diego Go" in perfect unison. This will be the peak of my Friday night......

The only time one knows of the existence of sufficient mosques in the Tri-State area is if you are up for Fajr and hear the azaans in unison. Rest of the day – it’s the noise of construction and when that stops, the sound of the bass from the DJ’s hip hop.

"ky why do they call it crackling" "umm cos its crackling and crunchy" " so why dont they call it crunchie" "cos they have a choc bar called crunchie and everyone would be confused" Sarah Elizabeth Elcock and fran they look at each other and say in unison "oh yeah" my goodness a living essex moment but neither of them are blonde at the moment

“The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle”. Anaïs Nin

Facebook links us in unison in ways formerly impossible.

This customer keeps whistling the music at the store, preventing me from whistling the song. It'd be weird to whistle with him in unison. Dagummit!

Every dude planning to propose just said in unison "#!$%!..." Cuz this guy just set the bar at level "Check this #!$% out"

Son los nuevos requisitos para entrar a la unison

Strolling the avenue of simple pleasures an apple fell to the ground i picked it up and ate it and i smiled feeling refreshed, i picked up the pace nearly missed the shadow below it flittered and fluttered and fell with grace and i smiled lightened by the dance with the shadow of a leaf waves of peace emanated forth a child laughed in the lot across the way and i smiled i looked toward the sky and heard the song angels' gentle breeze touched my core i hummed a few notes in unison with all and i smiled love was watching, sending soothing grace perfect moments in the walk of my dreams connected in peace, sharing sweet hope and we smiled

Autological species of the same plumage locomote in unison who denies that?

I do not hunger a well-stored mind,I only wish to live my life,and find my heart in unison with all mankind.

Girl in the movie: if you'll just fallow me Boy in the movie: to the ends of the earth Whole class of girls in unison awwhhhhhhhh ;D there's a reason they picked this movie or and all girls class lol #choir

My children found the karaoke machine toy n are singing in unison it's hilarious thank god their rooms upstairs though lol

Isr, ispt, iva, cecop, unison, cruz roja, imss, gasolina, luz, agua, telefono, celular, cable, internet, colegiatura, tenencia, pal mes que entra van a suspender otro dia de clases para meternos otro impuesto fantasma, por la marea roja o porque se murio emilio charles jr. El rey del biutiful

I'm in a taxi on my way home, sitting next to ths 'grootman' and his nephew, both of them are under a minimum influence of alcohol. This grootman 'n his nephew bazama ukufaka udaba to ths one good looking lady 'n so these two are repeatedly hittining ths lady in unison, citing that 'siyakuthanda sinondodana, kodwa asinalutho ngaphandle kothando nempatho'....ha ha ha.

Once was visiting a cousin's house in Philly one time with my family when I was younger and while we were waiting for them to answer the door my sisters and I spied five fine brothers walking down the street towards us...I mean...damn they were good-looking...But wouldn't you know it...they were coming to the same house we were at and turned out to be the 1st cousins we had never met...We all said in unison -- Damn! Damn! Damn!...LOL!!!

Two of my fave things are finally together in unison, match made in culinary heaven.

When my gang enters a street brawl, we take small steps forward while snapping our fingers in unison. Jeff does a flip off a wall and Corey does a pirouette. Its pretty intimidating.

This is so much more than just "a bus stop with swings". These are the 21 Balançoires in Montreal. Each swing is programmed to play different notes from instruments and when you swing in unison with the people around you, more complex melodies play. So freaking cool.

Sex should be the perfect balance of pain, pleasure, and spirit. Without that unison, sex becomes a routine rather then an indulgence.

Well I never... the March For Life website has had a makeover. Join us on Jan 25 as we come together to raise our voices in unison for the 50+ million children who have lost their lives - and for future generations under threat from the evil of abortion.

Another band that's making all my cells shake in unison.

Father and Son..they do all in unison like Porpoises in the water..no secret dogs are great therapy for people and vets with inner wounds

At the bus stop today, two oul fellas sitting down on the bench at the bus stop. Then a woman I'd say about middle 50s walked over took out her change . She dropped her fare, when she bent down to get her money the two oul lads in unison looked at her then looked at each other and smiled at each other . It made my day #Lads

VPM- 'Can you have a diminished unison?' Humiston- 'Hits key on piano and staers at girl.' VPM- 'That was a stupid question'

My children decided to join in unison this morning in a Tantrum so fierce that I actually stopped and looked for a hidden camera.

Teachers vote in unison to not give standardized test. I like when teachers work together like this for change!!!

In anumite clipe misterioase, natura pare ca, gandeste, viseaza, tresare la unison cu pulsatia vietii universale.

If all of us acted in unison as I act individually there would be no wars and no poverty. I have made myself personally responsible for the fate of every human being who has come my way.

"There is no need to feel helpless or get paralyzed by hopelessness. We know we have the power to make changes if we join together and raise our voices in unison...There is more power in numbers than we ever hoped to dream about!" -- 1ooth Monkey, Ken Keyes, Jr.

"...And then every single one of my brain cells cried out in joyful unison, that they would be spared further torment at the hands of this fucknut-saturated environment."

Sitting outside Edinburgh Uni waiting for Kirsty and watching the world go by. Why do workmen stand in groups staring into a hole in rhe ground and spit in unison???

I swear, my dad, boyfriend, and i are coughing in unison now...*shakes head*

I had a dream last night that I was driving down a snow and ice covered road and had to slow down when I saw a huge truck and car coming towards me sliding in unison as if they we're dancing.. But soon the car went out of control and the truck smashed it off the road and came towards me.. I threw the car in reverse and it chased me down the road with me driving backwards on ice and snow and with it smashing cars and getting closer and closer.....And then a very sharp turn came up and.. *beep beep beep* Time to get up!

What's the definition of a minor second? ...Two flautists playing in unison!

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies. ~William Cowper

Last post. if you get 25 minutes. and know a little of the bible and are concerned with the economical events that have been happening. watch this in unison with the other 3 posts

Reading from the Plant Oracle for 11/1/2013 We are inspired today by Slan-lus or plantain, a plant that represents assertivenes, calm and resilience It is a good day for standing our ground as balanced human beings, change can only happen if we are resilient and assertive like plantain. Change is never easy, it requires letting go of ideas that have become a hindrance in our life Mamy times the ideas are deeply ingrained in our psyche but, just like plantain, there is a difference between being a doormat to our own ideas and being resilient It is surprising how many things can change in unison when we let go of self defeating ideas Blessings for your day

Laying in bed listening to my two loves snore in unison...Julio on one side and lola on the other... <3 them

Pretty much reached a state of total euphoria out in the water today. 5-6ft, glassy water mountains working in unison to create something utterly breath taking. Thank-you nature!

My New Year's Resolution is to devise new methods of delivering extremely potent doses of prescription grade laxatives to key members of our dipshit legislators in CON-gress. Ah, the sound of a myriad of toilets flushing in unison in Washington would be so sweet.

In unison, we sway in this cosmic dance.

Today the kids asked me why I was so setting on cleaning out our car. When I replied "All I want is just to have a clean car and a clean house. Is that too much to ask for?!" To which Iz and Spencer both replied in unison "Yes." As we were going through the car wash I asked them "Since you are free right now can you look around your seats and gather any garbage up." To which sassy pants replied, "No Mom we're not free we'll work for one dollar each." And the math genius added, "That'll be 3 dollars please mom." Do you see what I'm dealing with?! And no they did not receive any compensation other than their lives were spared from my preggo wrath.

I went to look at an antique pistol with my dad yesterday. During the conversation about the gun, my dad and I said 'yup' in complete unison in just about all the same places. It was nice to find another similarity other than walking like him and farting like him.

Quote Examples using Unison

And so the power mongers and politicians negotiate arms reductions, self righteous street politicals stamp around selling their self important political dribble. The football mobs riot, the pubs and clubs are packed, the workforce is their only unison. Much more can be accomplished, but #!$% off lefty drips and shove your banners of socialist equality where you #!$%. You're just the same scum as the rest of them, and they ain't worth the breath. Leading the way you talk and talk and protest, but nothing changes

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Don't know who wrote this but I I concur. I was in my neighborhood restaurant this morning and was seated behind a group of jubilant individuals celebrating the successful passing of the recent health care bill. I could not finish my breakfast. This is what ensued: They were a diverse group of several races and both sexes. I heard the young man exclaim, Isn't Obama like Jesus Christ? I mean, after all, he is healing the sick. The young woman enthusiastically proclaimed, Yeah, and he does it for free. I cannot believe anyone would think that a free market would work for health care." Another said, "The stupid Republicans want us all to starve to death so they can inherit all of the power. Obama should be made a Saint for what he did for those of us less fortunate. At this, I had had enough. I arose from my seat, mustering all the restraint I could find, and approached their table. Please excuse me; may I impose upon you for one moment? They smiled and welcomed me to the conversation. I stood at the end of their table, smiled as best I could and began an experiment. I would like to give one of you my house. It will cost you no money and I will pay all of the expenses and taxes for as long as you live there. Anyone interested? They looked at each other in astonishment. Why would you do something like that? asked a young man, There isn't anything for free in this world. They began to laugh at me, as they did not realize this man had just made my point. I am serious, I will give you my house for free, no money what so ever. Anyone interested? In unison, a resounding Hell, yeah! fills the room. Since there are too many of you, I will have to make a choice as to who receives this money-free bargain. I noticed an elderly couple was paying attention to the spectacle unfolding before their eyes, the old man shaking his head in apparent disgust. I tell you what; I will give it to the one of you most willing to obey my rules. Again, they looked at one another, an expression of bewilderment on their faces. The perky young woman asked, What are the rules? I smiled and said, I don't know. I have not yet defined them. However, it is a free home that I offer you. They giggled amongst themselves, the youngest of which said, What an old coot. He must be crazy to give away his home. Go take your meds, old man. I smiled and leaned into the table a bit further. I am serious, this is a legitimate offer. They gaped at me for a moment. I'll take it you old fool. Where are the keys? boasted the youngest among them. Then I presume you accept ALL of my terms then? I asked. The elderly couple seemed amused and entertained as they watched from the privacy of their table. Oh hell yeah! Where do I sign up? I took a napkin and wrote, I give this man my home, without the burden of financial obligation, so long as he accepts and abides by the terms that I shall set forth upon consummation of this transaction. I signed it and handed it to the young man who eagerly scratched out his signature. Where are the keys to my new house? he asked in a mocking tone of voice. All eyes were upon us as I stepped back from the table, pulling the keys from pocket and dangling them before the excited new homeowner. �Now that we have entered into this binding contract, witnessed by all of your friends, I have decided upon the conditions you are obligated to adhere from this point forward. You may only live in the house for one hour a day. You will not use anything inside of the home. You will obey me without question or resistance. I expect complete loyalty and admiration for this gift I bestow upon you. You will accept my commands and wishes with enthusiasm, no matter the nature. Your morals and principles shall be as mine. You will vote as I do, think as I do and do it with blind faith. These are my terms. Here are your keys. I held the keys forward and the young man looked at me dumbfounded. Are you out of your mind? Who would ever agree to those ridiculous terms? the young man appeared irritated. You did when you signed this contract before reading it, understanding it and with the full knowledge that I would provide my conditions only after you committed to the agreement. Was all I said. The elderly man chuckled as his wife tried to restrain him. I was looking at a now silenced and bewildered group of people. You can shove that stupid deal up your a** old man, I want no part of it exclaimed the now infuriated young man. You have committed to the contract, as witnessed by all of your friends; you cannot get out of the deal unless I agree to it. I do not intend to let you free now that I have you ensnared. I am the power you agreed to. I am the one you blindly and without thought chose to enslave yourself to. In short, I am your Master. At this, the table of celebrating individuals became a unified group against the unfairness of the deal. After a few moments of unrepeatable comments and slurs, I revealed my true intent. What I did to you is what this administration and congress did to you with the health care legislation. I easily suckered you in and then revealed the real cost of the bargain. Your folly was in the belief that you can have something you did not earn; that you are entitled to that which you did not earn; that you willingly allowed someone else to think for you. Your failure to research, study and inform yourself permitted reason to escape you. You have entered into a trap from which you cannot flee. Your only chance of freedom is if your new Master gives it to you. A freedom that is given can also be taken away; therefore, it is not freedom. With that, I tore up the napkin and placed it before the astonished young man. This is the nature of your new health care legislation. I turned away to leave these few in thought and contemplation and was surprised by applause. The elderly gentleman, who was clearly entertained, shook my hand enthusiastically and said, Thank you, sir! These kids don't understand liberty these days. He refused to allow me to pay my bill as he said, You earned this one; it is an honor to pick up the tab. I shook his hand in thanks, leaving the restaurant somewhat humbled, and sensing a glimmer of hope for my beloved country.

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A lady goes to her priest one day and tells him, 'Father, I have a problem. I have two female parrots, But they only know to say one thing.' 'What do they say?' the priest asked. They say, 'Hi, we're hookers! Do you want to have some fun?' 'That's obscene!' the priest exclaimed, Then he thought for a moment..... 'You know,' he said, 'I may have a solution to your problem. I have two male talking parrots, which I have taught to pray and read the Bible... Bring your two parrots over to my house, and we'll put them in the cage with Francis and Peter. My parrots can teach your parrots to pray and worship, And your parrots are sure to stop saying... That phrase... In no time.' 'Thank you,' the woman responded, 'this may very well be the solution.' The next day, She brought her female parrots to the priest's house.... As he ushered her in, She saw that his two male parrots Were inside their cage holding rosary beads and praying... Impressed, She walked over and placed her parrots in with them... After a few minutes, The female parrots cried out in unison: Hi, we're hookers! Do you want to have some fun?' There was stunned silence... Shocked, One male parrot looked over at the other male parrot and says, 'Put the beads away, Frank, Our prayers have been answered!!!

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Been thinking about "martial arts misconceptions". May start a periodic discussion about some. Not trying to get tangled in diction and semantics, and in no way are we arguing or trying to offend. Just trying to clear the air for the misinformed. First topic: "What is kickboxing?"

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Now that my wife is home I would like to add some additional comments in regard to the "anti-teacher" rant by a friend that I spoke of earlier. This regards an issue he brought up about teachers saving up their "sick day" hours so they can "retire early." What an absolute load of garbage. Again, there may be a whole different way that the school system works in Canada - although I doubt it. In my experience, the reason educators save up "sick days," is because they have a carefully planned out daily lesson schedule that they do not want to trust to a substitute teacher who may or may not follow the instructions. Being critizied for being at work every day is beyond any logic. Even when my wife had both of her parents become very ill at the same time in two different hospitals, and had to deal with these issues, she kept working with minimum time off so her students would not get behind - it had nothing to do with early retirement.

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As we are driving this morning Hannah asks what we are going to do when we get to Florida. Dave and I say in unison "nap"! She said she wants me to take her shopping. I told her I would see when we got there. We are here now and she has been driving for the past 3 hours and I have been sleeping. I said, "Hannah, are you ready to go shopping"? She promptly said, "no I'm taking a nap, I'm tired from driving!". Guess who is going to be driving everywhere we go from now on... I might just save a little money!!!!!

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But our escapades weren’t just concentrated at the park, oh no they went further afield . After persistently nagging and hampering from me and my friends my mum finally agreed to let us all go on holiday together to Cornwall with both my parents as the responsible adults. It was indeed exciting times and we were almost counting the days, planning how pissed we were all going to get, and the girls we'd be shagging. So with an array of very questionable hair cuts made our way to the west coast, happy days !! After several agonisingly boring hours of stopping and starting, not only with the horrific traffic, but the numerous toilet breaks as for some odd reason we were all, if we behaved ourselves aloud a few beers to soak up the journey, all the while my mother keeping a very watchful eye on us, but I could see by the last 10 miles or so my dad was clearly regretting my mothers decision and in fact would like to have rung our scrawny necks, but soon settled down after we had unpacked. Now my dad liked a beer and obviously throughout his life, maybe one or two too many, but it was never a problem, just the occasional unimpressed look from my mum would soon curb that enthusiasm. As soon as Giles tent was pitched and the sleeping arrangements were finally decided, we went to explore our new communal sanctuary and took a leisurely stroll to the site shops arguing amongst ourselves who would be the unlucky candidate to try and blag some beers. As we were all visibly under-age, and had about as much chance of getting served as Giles was on getting laid, our hopes were teetering towards Rob as he looked and acted much older than the three of us immature idiots, he was a very confident slightly gobby sort of lad, and after much deliberation accepted the role. The gauntlet had been raised, this wasn’t about relying on our older field gang friends to bale us out, this was a case of calculated scripting and plenty of eye contact. Rob took a deep breath took our money and set off into the abyss of the shop door, while we all casually strolled away pretending to look at things so not to draw any attention to ourselves. Eagerly waiting for our heroic friends return, spotted our friend Giles talking to a group of girls, this me and Matt were extremely interested in and proceeded to wander over and try and get noticed. They turned out to be a school of French foreign exchange students all very pretty but with the obvious language barrier. Undeterred we all managed to organise meeting up at the beach later that evening, our first day there and we were in!! Got the girls now for the drinks? we all started to walk back, to see our mate Rob sitting on a bench with a very dejected look on his face and shaking his head in a very negative manner. "#!$% it" I said "No joy then?" "Nope they were having none of it" Rob said. But as I looked into his eyes could tell something was afoot, he was slowly cracking his face into a wry smirk, got up and leaned over the wall and produced a 24 can crate of Fosters. " How the #!$% did you manage to get all of that?" Giles said. "There was this fit bird behind the counter, so I started chatting her up, and her dad owns the shop and she said he wouldn’t be back for ages, so she let me have it?" " What give it Ya ? " I said. "No you idiot, I had to pay for it.. but look we've got like six each, that’s loads!!" That was indeed loads I thought, so after we had played cool, walked back to the mobile home to stash it in Giles tent. As the night was drawing nearer, thoughts switched to our meeting at the beach. We'd hardly eaten anything but were exited about our little rendezvous with the French chicks, so saying our goodbyes to my parents snuck round the back of Giles tent and passed out the beers placing them into our backpacks. We all walked in a row looking back at the tent and at my parents mobile home until completely out of view, then all each grabbed a can from our bags necking them in unison until empty, then letting out a loud belch chuckled to ourselves in anticipation of the nights events.

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My heart and mind are one. <3 my love is both and they work in unison not opposition. my day is full of grace and gratitude. i am opening like the sky is always open allowing storms and clarity alike to dance on it. peace to all, love to all

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Water just said Area 51 was coming through,what a scary honor. Somethign to do with Bessie Whose Beanie. Looks like my rehearsed thanks but no thanks, I dont want to be subservient, may not cut it. Water said she is not sure about it, it did come through on the radar. In the unison of all of life support I may have come up on their radar so rescue through positive thought & hopefully we can find our friends through that labyrinth & set ourselves free

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Here's a little something I wrote for my daughter that I plan on illustrating. The rain came down in little drops, and the tiny seashells turned over in the waves, sparkling like the stars that littered the skies overhead, occassionally flashing green or blue and winking to the sea. Crabs scuttled this way and that, and the sea-oats swayed and swished in the switching breezes. The dolphins snorffed and blew their mists above. The turtles slowly paddled north. The ocean lay like a sheet of glitter, like a net of pearls, like a chain of tears. The red bird blinked it's deep dark eyes. It hopped at once out from the sea-grapes. It cocked its head towards the moon, and flittered up towards the clouds. The minnows of the rolling current tossed in unison and showed their shiny backs. They dodged the sharks and rays that dove at them from above and below. To and fro, they moved as though their mind was one, and not of millions. It was too dark for the pelicans, and they calmly bobbed upon the surface. The red bird flew. The red bird saw the moon and thought. The red bird wondered what the moon was, and if it had a light of its own. The moon shone down and saw the red bird. It showed the way for the red bird's flight. It let its light fall down and scatter. The red bird swooped and dipped with gladness. The sound of water carried upwards. The steady sprinkling rose and fell. The night moved on out in the distance. The moon rolled on, and the sun slept well.

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Watching 1000 ways to die... omfg. this show makes you want to cry. you can die in a heart beat while being fully healthy. there are accidents around every corner T_T

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Daca mi-a fost cumplit de greu, de nicaieri venit-ai tu sa-mi smulgi un zambet. De-am cautat si n-am gasit mi-ai aratat o cale. Daca n-am spus un ,,da'' la unison asta nu-nseamna ca eu nu ti-am stimat alegerea. Nu vreau sa te gandesti la lucruri fara sens ci doar la sensul lucrurilor ce merita. Nu vreau sa suferi si sa te stiu posac, nu vreau sa stii de-a mea durere, ... Visualizza altro

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Ziua 11: "Iata un exercitiu simplu, dar foarte eficient, pe care il poti practica zilnic pentru a te pune la unison cu Universul si cu legea atractiei. Aseaza-te intr-o pozitie confortabilia. Devino constient de ceea ce simti, apoi relaxeaza-ti intregul corp. Dupa ce ai terminat, relaxeaza-l inca si mai profund. Continua sa te relaxezi din ce in ce mai profund. Repeta de mai multe ori acest proces de relaxare corporala, aprofundandu-l din ce in ce mai mult. Dupa ce ai terminat, remarca diferenta intre sentimentele tale actuale si cele de la inceputul procesului. Acum te aflii intr-o armonie deplina cu Universul si cu legea atractiei!"

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Just wanted to say happy #FriGay! We're singing "That was the week that was, it's over... Let it go. That was week that was. That was the week that #keychange was... #downasemitone was!" in unison, sat together on a bright pink sofa!

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So long as we surrender the will to God, and trust in His strength and wisdom, we shall be guided in safe paths, to fulfill our appointed part in His great plan. But the one who depends upon his own wisdom and power is separating himself from God. Instead of working in unison with Christ, he is fulfilling the purpose of the enemy of God and man. Desire of Ages, p. 209

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There is one benefit widely unseen to the reelection of our president. Try to bear with me; Using the "frog in a frying pan" analogy, think of Obama as the chef who "cranks the heat up way to fast" and all the frogs jump out in unison. Think of Romney as the chef who maintains a gradual and steady increase of heat that successfully fries the frogs. In the real life version, it seems most of the frogs have already rushed out and bought up every last battle rifle and cleared store shelves of cartridges. Count your blessings.

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Baalbeck is among the greatest remaining monuments to ingenuity and the minds of humanity on the planet. The largest two stone blocks ever quarried for construction in the history of earth are in this picture beyond the pillars. They weigh 666,000 tons each. If earth has a holy place, it's Baalbeck. It took geometry and over 350,000 people, all their combined strength, and their precisely timed, coordinated, and executed movements in unison, many deaths and more than 300 years to accomplish. The perverse irony of this achievement is that all the builders and probably all the engineers, architects, and tradesmen and their entire families were generational slaves of the Roman Empire. A monument to both the best and the worst of human character and the largest free standing stone structure left on earth. I miss this place.

Anonymous

Cults and abusive churches think it is good to create a climate of mistrust amongst the underlings or regular members. Doing this make you constantly on guard to not say or do the wrong thing, not something bad for you but something which would in someway cause bring shame to the cult. Let's clarify this. They don't care if the leaders do shameful things secretly in the cult but they just don't want this to get out or to have a member be out of step with the general direction of the leadership. When I was in the first cult, the Assembly, I rarely drank any alcohol, even read wine. So a mere 2-4 ounce glass would cause me to get totally wasted. I remember my roommates and I went to a Christian's home, we had been trying to get to join our cult, she served a nice spagetti dinner and a glass of desert wine. It went right to my head and she asked a question about our cult and I answered her honestly, too honestly. It had something to do with is there too much control in the group and told her that there was and tht this was a problem. All three of my roommates in unison said, "Shut up Rose." Then they tried to tell our host I was drunk and didn't know what I was saying. But no the wine finally made me honest. You can imagine the angry ride home! We were always expected to make our group living situation look like fun even though it was total Hell. In the Assembly you did not choose to be on a diet you were told to be on a diet. Why? To make the Assembly look good, forget about your health or to support a desire you had. You were told how to dress, how to pray, how to wear your hair, how to act, and evaluated constantly. People never felt badly about giving you a lecture on anything you did at any time. If it was deemed bad enough in the evaluator's eyes they'd tell the leadership and would start rumor mills so that everyone would know an actual mistake or one the person would manufacture that you did. Once I got lost with a brother and by the time we came home it was late and by morning I must have received twenty calls from people as far away as California, I lived in Chicago, who wanted me to know that getting lost with a man till after midnight was a sin. The brother and I had gotten lost in a blizzard after driving someone home and believe me we were not feeling romantic, we were just wondering if we'd end up in Wisconsin. But it only took about three hours and the whole Assembly system was informed of how wicked the brother and I were. The lectures went on for days and we both got punishments for making the Assembly look bad. So it was day in and day out. You were always under evaluation. It was bad enough that the leaders were always yelling at you, even though you were working for them for free and never sleeping. But you also had to listen to lectures, insults, and condemnations from your fellow underlings. If you ever were honest with someone about how bad things were you could almost be money they'd be tattling on you to the leadership and exaggerating what ever you said. So you learned to trust no one since to tell on another member got you brownie points with the leaders and the more you told on others the more you thought you were on your way to becoming a leader. To be a leader in a cult is to develope the art of mocking another person and making them or trying to make them feel less than you and to feel like they have no worth. So learning to mock a fellow member meant you were in leadership training. But few ever made the grade to be a leader because they could not loose all of their humanity. So they were constantly trying but could not become totally cruel. Like other criminals they could not do all areas of crime even criminals have boundaries, some will rob people but draw the line at killing, so it is with cult members most still have a piece of their concience that works and so those folks never could qualify for leadership. They were not ruthless enough. This system of thought was in each cult I was in, the Assembly just had it down to a finer science. This extreme peer pressure is neccessary in cults because the leaders can't be everwhere at once. It was worse than communism.

Anonymous

What a great leadership winter retreat I had in Cape Codder Hyannis with an amazing number of beautiful friends. Our life becomes beautiful when we are with beautiful people. My fellow student leaders, it’s always good to remember where you have been and who you have been with and what you have learned from that person. The responsibility rests on our shoulders as we go back together with love and compassion and apply what we have learned in order to help not only the College students but also to help people in our communities and in our different walk of life. Still it’s our duty to enhance our student lives, especially those who never had a chance to come with us. With that being said, we are a power-driven student leaders who will go and inspire and empower other fellow students on our campuses. I think our students can’t wait to see the positive energy bestowed up on us. We are physically and mentally well equipped with the motivational tools that will help guide us in our decision makings. It’s our responsibility to positively carryout our leadership roles. You and I have made some promises to our fellow students when we ran for various positions and it’s our duty to live up to our promises. We have become servicemen and servicewomen because of their trust in us. I believe that the knowledge we have gained will be of great use. We will do the best we can for our students and our students will choose the best qualities in our leadership for their benefit. We have been inspired to inspire others! Life is an opportunity for anyone with the right mental attitude to benefit from it. We are the dynamic forces and our work in unison will be of the essence. After all it's good to be back in Boston. A lot of love to you all. You are all amazing beautiful friends. God bless you all!

Anonymous

First there is the history of the world and everything in it - then the law of God - after that came the grace of Him. Then the Comforter, to clear things up once and for all. But society as a whole refuses this book - the Qar'an and think of it being evil, to say the very least. But it is not - it's what I like to call it " a heads up of things to come and rather the things that are supposed to be" It doesn't need to be assumed to be just another religious point of view but rather words from God. That of which was only spoken from memory - then later written for all to know! The Qar'an needs to be heeded in every account of the word. For it clears up all of the matters concerning us and what we are called to do... Believe and Obey. Their are strict guidelines to follow and many prayers to be recited - yet we take a back seat to all of this and pray only when it is convenient for us to - like when we need or want something. Prayer is to be accurate and precise, habitual and on time. Never ceasing and upright. I am a witness to seeing it in action and it is rather phenomenal to see. Especially in a Mosque, everyone in unison and composed.

Anonymous

Walked into a convenience store yesterday afternoon. The cashier said you look familar. I told her she looked familar to me, too. We talked further and I told her that my husband was related to a lot of the people in the town we were having this conversation in. I told her he passed away in May. She said her husband passed away in August. She found her husband when she came home one day, he had had a massive heart attack. I told her Bob was diagnosed on January 20 last year and his first concern was me. He wanted for me to be ok. I told that this is what her husband would want for her. She said that is so good to hear, thank-you. We had never meet before. God made us familar. Our eyes welled up in unison, like a silent song being sung by to healing hearts... I have nothing but awe for this meeting this chance to connect. Grateful, thankful, happy to touch souls...

Anonymous

We assure our supporters that we will explore every possibility to avoid a 3-corner fight. But in any arrangement between two parties there must be give and take on both sides. We hope that the WP will meet us half-way. The SDP has our strengths and the WP has its strengths. We need to leverage on our positives to serve the people. We need to focus on what we have in common rather than our differences. For the sake of Singaporeans, the SDP is willing to compromise and work together with the WP to achieve our ultimate objective.

Anonymous

This is long as #!$% but worth the read I awoke one night, lying face down in my bed, unable to move. This had happened to me before many times. I was told by a doctor that it was sleep paralysis, and that it could be triggered by changes in sleeping pattern, stress, falling asleep in a certain position, eating certain things before going to bed, alcohol consumption, etc. Sometimes, I saw things. They varied from innocent kittens at my door to terrifying demons clawing at my flesh. These were called hypnagogic hallucinations, and were normal, I was told. Just a disturbance in the REM cycle, nothing to be afraid of… This particular night, and the events that followed, were different. The window beside me was open, a cold breeze blew the curtains above me. I hadn’t gone to bed with my window open. I felt as if I was being watched. Through my periphereal vision, I saw a little girl standing in my window. She had soft looking black hair, fair skin, and wore a white dress. Smiling widely, she pressed her finger to her lips. “Shhh!!!” She giggled, and then the window slammed shut. I suddenly felt a huge weight on my back, I couldn’t breathe. Long black strands of hair, dripping in grease, draped over my face on both sides. Two cold, wet hands pinned down mine, bony fingers interlocking with mine. It pushed my body against the bed, my face forced in a pillow. I heard a faint whispering. It grew louder and faster, until it was so loud it hurt my ears. The words were sharp and quick, like a sword being drawn from it’s casing. It is hard to describe the voice, or voices I heard. There was what sounded like Latin chanting, backwards English, warped, distorted music; screeching violins and the frantic banging of a piano, and a constant hissing of the words “suicide” and “silence”. This all happened at once, and continued on for what seemed like hours. I laid there, paralyzed. I could still feel its cold, wet body against mine. I didn’t want to think about the creature, I could only imagine how terrifying it looked. It’s voice alone was enough to drive me mad. I grew weak, as if I were going to fall into some kind of deep sleep. My breaths grew slower and more sparse. Cold lips grazed the back of my neck, and an even colder hand caressed my cheek. The creature then emitted a horrific, blood curdling scream before finally releasing me. The weight was lifted from my back. There was no more whispering. It was finally over. I rolled across the bed and jumped to the floor, sprinting towards the light switch. It was taking longer than usual. Something still wasn’t right. I turned on the light and looked around my room. Everything was in it’s place. I opened the door and looked down the hallway. Two blue eyed Siamese kittens sat at the end of the hall. I could hear them purring in unison. Something was very wrong, I didn’t own any Siamese kittens… I walked slowly towards them. They seemed innocent enough, after all, they were a refreshing change from that beast that had pinned me to my own bed. I bent down and looked at them. They looked back at me, mewing and tilting their heads to the side. I extended my hand. Both of the kittens began licking my fingertips. Hallucinations or not, they were adorable. I tried to pick them up, but one hissed and with a swift motion of it’s paw, sliced my face. I dropped both of the kittens, and they skittered away with their fur bristled. I was back in my bed. It was as if nothing had happened. I rolled across the bed and stood up slowly before turning my light on. This time, everything was normal. No strange kittens. I was actually awake this time. I walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. I turned on the light and looked into the mirror. To my horror, my pajamas were stained with black grease, and I had three claw marks across my cheek, freshly bleeding. I panicked. Was I still trapped in my nightmarish state? Or had it all been real? Both thoughts terrified me. I collapsed on the bathroom floor. I woke up in a hospital bed. My little brother had found me in the bathroom and alerted my parents, who rushed me to the hospital. “What the #!$% happened?” I asked. “Watch your language, Elizabeth.” My mother said. “You fell in the bathroom and knocked yourself out.” My little brother Timothy answered. “No #!$%.” I muttered under my breath. My dad chuckled, and my mom elbowed him, giving him a stern look. The doctor explained that I had fallen and hit my head, resulting in a minor concussion. I didn’t hit my head hard enough, I still remembered everything that had happened. I shuddered. On the way home, I sat in the back seat of the car with my little brother. I wanted to tell someone what had happened leading up to my collapse in the bathroom, but I knew no one take me seriously. They knew about the issues I had with sleep paralysis in the past, but they took them with a grain of salt. They were nothing more than silly nightmares to them. I remained silent on the way home and for the rest of the day. I grew weary as each minute passed. Each minute that passed was another minute closer to nightfall, which was when I would be going to bed. I decided not to sleep that night. Or the next night. Or the one after that… After being awake for ten days straight, my parents took me back to see the doctor. He prescribed me some sleeping pills. At first, I was afraid to take them. I didn’t want to go to sleep and experience that horror again. But both my body and mind were exhausted, so I gave in that night and took one of the pills. I slept through the night and woke up with ease. Relief rushed over me. Each night, I took the pills and fell asleep. Each morning, I woke up without incident. This peace continued for months. The sleep paralysis seemed like a distant memory. One day, I came home more tired than usual. It was still early, three in the afternoon, but I decided to take a nap. It seemed harmless enough. I laid down on my bed and fell asleep. I woke up about an hour later. I yawned and rolled to the side of the bed. I stood up beside the bed and stretched for a few seconds. Suddenly, I heard my little brother screaming. “Liz! Liz! There’s something in my room! Help me! Help me!” I charged down the hallway and into Timothy’s room. What I saw filled me with horror. A female creature, drenched in some kind of inky black grease, crawled through the window and onto the floor. It’s body bent into inhuman positions, bones cracking as it moved across the floor. Black liquid flowed from it’s mouth and eyes as it whispered and gurgled, dragging itself across the floor towards my little brother. I screamed and grabbed him by the hand. We ran out of the room, slamming the door behind us. I screamed for my mom and dad, but no one answered. They must not have been home. I took my little brother into my room and locked the door. I could hear the creature’s bones cracking as it moved down the hallway towards my room. It stopped at the door. The door began shaking violently. I screamed and cried, holding my little brother close. “Make it stop!” Timothy cried over and over. I didn’t know what to do. The cries of my little brother tore me apart, but the creature outside the door terrified me to my very core. “Please, please, make it stop!” I couldn’t handle it anymore. I stomped over and ripped the door open. The creature twisted its head upwards and looked at me. It smiled with broken, black teeth. “Remember me?” It whispered. It’s razor sharp voice twisted and echoed through the room, my little brother covered his ears and shook his head. I stared at the creature, quaking with rage and horror. It screamed, the black liquid gurgling from it’s mouth like a fountain, drenching me. Timothy began sobbing uncontrollably. I kicked it once, twice, three times, four times… It curled up like a smashed spider and withered into a pile of black slime. It was over. It was finally over. I threw my arms around my little brother and laughed. It was over! It was finally over! I woke up in my bed. Timothy slept beside me in a fetal position, sucking his thumb. I rolled carefully across the bed and walked across my room. I turned on the light. Two blue eyed Siamese kittens laid beside my brother, purring. My heart sank. I looked down at my clothes, they were drenched in black. I felt a sting on my cheek… The sounds of whispering and bones cracking echoed through the room. I fell to the floor, paralyzed.

Anonymous

I awoke one night, lying face down in my bed, unable to move. This had happened to me before many times. I was told by a doctor that it was sleep paralysis, and that it could be triggered by changes in sleeping pattern, stress, falling asleep in a certain position, eating certain things before going to bed, alcohol consumption, etc. Sometimes, I saw things. They varied from innocent kittens at my door to terrifying demons clawing at my flesh. These were called hypnagogic hallucinations,­­ and were normal, I was told. Just a disturbance in the REM cycle, nothing to be afraid of… This particular night, and the events that followed, were different. The window beside me was open, a cold breeze blew the curtains above me. I hadn’t gone to bed with my window open. I felt as if I was being watched. Through my periphereal vision, I saw a little girl standing in my window. She had soft looking black hair, fair skin, and wore a white dress. Smiling widely, she pressed her finger to her lips. “Shhh!!!” She giggled, and then the window slammed shut. I suddenly felt a huge weight on my back, I couldn’t breathe. Long black strands of hair, dripping in grease, draped over my face on both sides. Two cold, wet hands pinned down mine, bony fingers interlocking with mine. It pushed my body against the bed, my face forced in a pillow. I heard a faint whispering. It grew louder and faster, until it was so loud it hurt my ears. The words were sharp and quick, like a sword being drawn from it’s casing. It is hard to describe the voice, or voices I heard. There was what sounded like Latin chanting, backwards English, warped, distorted music; screeching violins and the frantic banging of a piano, and a constant hissing of the words “suicide” and “silence”. This all happened at once, and continued on for what seemed like hours. I laid there, paralyzed. I could still feel its cold, wet body against mine. I didn’t want to think about the creature, I could only imagine how terrifying it looked. It’s voice alone was enough to drive me mad. I grew weak, as if I were going to fall into some kind of deep sleep. My breaths grew slower and more sparse. Cold lips grazed the back of my neck, and an even colder hand caressed my cheek. The creature then emitted a horrific, blood curdling scream before finally releasing me. The weight was lifted from my back. There was no more whispering. It was finally over. I rolled across the bed and jumped to the floor, sprinting towards the light switch. It was taking longer than usual. Something still wasn’t right. I turned on the light and looked around my room. Everything was in it’s place. I opened the door and looked down the hallway. Two blue eyed Siamese kittens sat at the end of the hall. I could hear them purring in unison. Something was very wrong, I didn’t own any Siamese kittens… I walked slowly towards them. They seemed innocent enough, after all, they were a refreshing change from that beast that had pinned me to my own bed. I bent down and looked at them. They looked back at me, mewing and tilting their heads to the side. I extended my hand. Both of the kittens began licking my fingertips. Hallucinations or not, they were adorable. I tried to pick them up, but one hissed and with a swift motion of it’s paw, sliced my face. I dropped both of the kittens, and they skittered away with their fur bristled. I was back in my bed. It was as if nothing had happened. I rolled across the bed and stood up slowly before turning my light on. This time, everything was normal. No strange kittens. I was actually awake this time. I walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. I turned on the light and looked into the mirror. To my horror, my pajamas were stained with black grease, and I had three claw marks across my cheek, freshly bleeding. I panicked. Was I still trapped in my nightmarish state? Or had it all been real? Both thoughts terrified me. I collapsed on the bathroom floor. I woke up in a hospital bed. My little brother had found me in the bathroom and alerted my parents, who rushed me to the hospital. “What the #!$% happened?” I asked. “Watch your language, Elizabeth.” My mother said. “You fell in the bathroom and knocked yourself out.” My little brother Timothy answered. “No #!$%.” I muttered under my breath. My dad chuckled, and my mom elbowed him, giving him a stern look. The doctor explained that I had fallen and hit my head, resulting in a minor concussion. I didn’t hit my head hard enough, I still remembered everything that had happened. I shuddered. On the way home, I sat in the back seat of the car with my little brother. I wanted to tell someone what had happened leading up to my collapse in the bathroom, but I knew no one take me seriously. They knew about the issues I had with sleep paralysis in the past, but they took them with a grain of salt. They were nothing more than silly nightmares to them. I remained silent on the way home and for the rest of the day. I grew weary as each minute passed. Each minute that passed was another minute closer to nightfall, which was when I would be going to bed. I decided not to sleep that night. Or the next night. Or the one after that… After being awake for ten days straight, my parents took me back to see the doctor. He prescribed me some sleeping pills. At first, I was afraid to take them. I didn’t want to go to sleep and experience that horror again. But both my body and mind were exhausted, so I gave in that night and took one of the pills. I slept through the night and woke up with ease. Relief rushed over me. Each night, I took the pills and fell asleep. Each morning, I woke up without incident. This peace continued for months. The sleep paralysis seemed like a distant memory. One day, I came home more tired than usual. It was still early, three in the afternoon, but I decided to take a nap. It seemed harmless enough. I laid down on my bed and fell asleep. I woke up about an hour later. I yawned and rolled to the side of the bed. I stood up beside the bed and stretched for a few seconds. Suddenly, I heard my little brother screaming. “Liz! Liz! There’s something in my room! Help me! Help me!” I charged down the hallway and into Timothy’s room. What I saw filled me with horror. A female creature, drenched in some kind of inky black grease, crawled through the window and onto the floor. It’s body bent into inhuman positions, bones cracking as it moved across the floor. Black liquid flowed from it’s mouth and eyes as it whispered and gurgled, dragging itself across the floor towards my little brother. I screamed and grabbed him by the hand. We ran out of the room, slamming the door behind us. I screamed for my mom and dad, but no one answered. They must not have been home. I took my little brother into my room and locked the door. I could hear the creature’s bones cracking as it moved down the hallway towards my room. It stopped at the door. The door began shaking violently. I screamed and cried, holding my little brother close. “Make it stop!” Timothy cried over and over. I didn’t know what to do. The cries of my little brother tore me apart, but the creature outside the door terrified me to my very core. “Please, please, make it stop!” I couldn’t handle it anymore. I stomped over and ripped the door open. The creature twisted its head upwards and looked at me. It smiled with broken, black teeth. “Remember me?” It whispered. It’s razor sharp voice twisted and echoed through the room, my little brother covered his ears and shook his head. I stared at the creature, quaking with rage and horror. It screamed, the black liquid gurgling from it’s mouth like a fountain, drenching me. Timothy began sobbing uncontrollably.­­ I kicked it once, twice, three times, four times… It curled up like a smashed spider and withered into a pile of black slime. It was over. It was finally over. I threw my arms around my little brother and laughed. It was over! It was finally over! I woke up in my bed. Timothy slept beside me in a fetal position, sucking his thumb. I rolled carefully across the bed and walked across my room. I turned on the light. Two blue eyed Siamese kittens laid beside my brother, purring. My heart sank. I looked down at my clothes, they were drenched in black. I felt a sting on my cheek… The sounds of whispering and bones cracking echoed through the room. I fell to the floor, paralyzed. ~Bell

Anonymous

I awoke one night, lying face down in my bed, unable to move. This had happened to me before many times. I was told by a doctor that it was sleep paralysis, and that it could be triggered by changes in sleeping pattern, stress, falling asleep in a certain position, eating certain things before going to bed, alcohol consumption, etc. Sometimes, I saw things. They varied from innocent kittens at my door to terrifying demons clawing at my flesh. These were called hypnagogic hallucinations,­ and were normal, I was told. Just a disturbance in the REM cycle, nothing to be afraid of… This particular night, and the events that followed, were different. The window beside me was open, a cold breeze blew the curtains above me. I hadn’t gone to bed with my window open. I felt as if I was being watched. Through my periphereal vision, I saw a little girl standing in my window. She had soft looking black hair, fair skin, and wore a white dress. Smiling widely, she pressed her finger to her lips. “Shhh!!!” She giggled, and then the window slammed shut. I suddenly felt a huge weight on my back, I couldn’t breathe. Long black strands of hair, dripping in grease, draped over my face on both sides. Two cold, wet hands pinned down mine, bony fingers interlocking with mine. It pushed my body against the bed, my face forced in a pillow. I heard a faint whispering. It grew louder and faster, until it was so loud it hurt my ears. The words were sharp and quick, like a sword being drawn from it’s casing. It is hard to describe the voice, or voices I heard. There was what sounded like Latin chanting, backwards English, warped, distorted music; screeching violins and the frantic banging of a piano, and a constant hissing of the words “suicide” and “silence”. This all happened at once, and continued on for what seemed like hours. I laid there, paralyzed. I could still feel its cold, wet body against mine. I didn’t want to think about the creature, I could only imagine how terrifying it looked. It’s voice alone was enough to drive me mad. I grew weak, as if I were going to fall into some kind of deep sleep. My breaths grew slower and more sparse. Cold lips grazed the back of my neck, and an even colder hand caressed my cheek. The creature then emitted a horrific, blood curdling scream before finally releasing me. The weight was lifted from my back. There was no more whispering. It was finally over. I rolled across the bed and jumped to the floor, sprinting towards the light switch. It was taking longer than usual. Something still wasn’t right. I turned on the light and looked around my room. Everything was in it’s place. I opened the door and looked down the hallway. Two blue eyed Siamese kittens sat at the end of the hall. I could hear them purring in unison. Something was very wrong, I didn’t own any Siamese kittens… I walked slowly towards them. They seemed innocent enough, after all, they were a refreshing change from that beast that had pinned me to my own bed. I bent down and looked at them. They looked back at me, mewing and tilting their heads to the side. I extended my hand. Both of the kittens began licking my fingertips. Hallucinations or not, they were adorable. I tried to pick them up, but one hissed and with a swift motion of it’s paw, sliced my face. I dropped both of the kittens, and they skittered away with their fur bristled. I was back in my bed. It was as if nothing had happened. I rolled across the bed and stood up slowly before turning my light on. This time, everything was normal. No strange kittens. I was actually awake this time. I walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. I turned on the light and looked into the mirror. To my horror, my pajamas were stained with black grease, and I had three claw marks across my cheek, freshly bleeding. I panicked. Was I still trapped in my nightmarish state? Or had it all been real? Both thoughts terrified me. I collapsed on the bathroom floor. I woke up in a hospital bed. My little brother had found me in the bathroom and alerted my parents, who rushed me to the hospital. “What the #!$% happened?” I asked. “Watch your language, Elizabeth.” My mother said. “You fell in the bathroom and knocked yourself out.” My little brother Timothy answered. “No #!$%.” I muttered under my breath. My dad chuckled, and my mom elbowed him, giving him a stern look. The doctor explained that I had fallen and hit my head, resulting in a minor concussion. I didn’t hit my head hard enough, I still remembered everything that had happened. I shuddered. On the way home, I sat in the back seat of the car with my little brother. I wanted to tell someone what had happened leading up to my collapse in the bathroom, but I knew no one take me seriously. They knew about the issues I had with sleep paralysis in the past, but they took them with a grain of salt. They were nothing more than silly nightmares to them. I remained silent on the way home and for the rest of the day. I grew weary as each minute passed. Each minute that passed was another minute closer to nightfall, which was when I would be going to bed. I decided not to sleep that night. Or the next night. Or the one after that… After being awake for ten days straight, my parents took me back to see the doctor. He prescribed me some sleeping pills. At first, I was afraid to take them. I didn’t want to go to sleep and experience that horror again. But both my body and mind were exhausted, so I gave in that night and took one of the pills. I slept through the night and woke up with ease. Relief rushed over me. Each night, I took the pills and fell asleep. Each morning, I woke up without incident. This peace continued for months. The sleep paralysis seemed like a distant memory. One day, I came home more tired than usual. It was still early, three in the afternoon, but I decided to take a nap. It seemed harmless enough. I laid down on my bed and fell asleep. I woke up about an hour later. I yawned and rolled to the side of the bed. I stood up beside the bed and stretched for a few seconds. Suddenly, I heard my little brother screaming. “Liz! Liz! There’s something in my room! Help me! Help me!” I charged down the hallway and into Timothy’s room. What I saw filled me with horror. A female creature, drenched in some kind of inky black grease, crawled through the window and onto the floor. It’s body bent into inhuman positions, bones cracking as it moved across the floor. Black liquid flowed from it’s mouth and eyes as it whispered and gurgled, dragging itself across the floor towards my little brother. I screamed and grabbed him by the hand. We ran out of the room, slamming the door behind us. I screamed for my mom and dad, but no one answered. They must not have been home. I took my little brother into my room and locked the door. I could hear the creature’s bones cracking as it moved down the hallway towards my room. It stopped at the door. The door began shaking violently. I screamed and cried, holding my little brother close. “Make it stop!” Timothy cried over and over. I didn’t know what to do. The cries of my little brother tore me apart, but the creature outside the door terrified me to my very core. “Please, please, make it stop!” I couldn’t handle it anymore. I stomped over and ripped the door open. The creature twisted its head upwards and looked at me. It smiled with broken, black teeth. “Remember me?” It whispered. It’s razor sharp voice twisted and echoed through the room, my little brother covered his ears and shook his head. I stared at the creature, quaking with rage and horror. It screamed, the black liquid gurgling from it’s mouth like a fountain, drenching me. Timothy began sobbing uncontrollably.­ I kicked it once, twice, three times, four times… It curled up like a smashed spider and withered into a pile of black slime. It was over. It was finally over. I threw my arms around my little brother and laughed. It was over! It was finally over! I woke up in my bed. Timothy slept beside me in a fetal position, sucking his thumb. I rolled carefully across the bed and walked across my room. I turned on the light. Two blue eyed Siamese kittens laid beside my brother, purring. My heart sank. I looked down at my clothes, they were drenched in black. I felt a sting on my cheek… The sounds of whispering and bones cracking echoed through the room. I fell to the floor, paralyzed. ~Bell

Anonymous

My chance of sleeping tonight ruined. I warned you. I awoke one night, lying face down in my bed, unable to move. This had happened to me before many times. I was told by a doctor that it was sleep paralysis, and that it could be triggered by changes in sleeping pattern, stress, falling asleep in a certain position, eating certain things before going to bed, alcohol consumption, etc. Sometimes, I saw things. They varied from innocent kittens at my door to terrifying demons clawing at my flesh. These were called hypnagogic hallucinations, and were normal, I was told. Just a disturbance in the REM cycle, nothing to be afraid of… This particular night, and the events that followed, were different. The window beside me was open, a cold breeze blew the curtains above me. I hadn’t gone to bed with my window open. I felt as if I was being watched. Through my periphereal vision, I saw a little girl standing in my window. She had soft looking black hair, fair skin, and wore a white dress. Smiling widely, she pressed her finger to her lips. “Shhh!!!” She giggled, and then the window slammed shut. I suddenly felt a huge weight on my back, I couldn’t breathe. Long black strands of hair, dripping in grease, draped over my face on both sides. Two cold, wet hands pinned down mine, bony fingers interlocking with mine. It pushed my body against the bed, my face forced in a pillow. I heard a faint whispering. It grew louder and faster, until it was so loud it hurt my ears. The words were sharp and quick, like a sword being drawn from it’s casing. It is hard to describe the voice, or voices I heard. There was what sounded like Latin chanting, backwards English, warped, distorted music; screeching violins and the frantic banging of a piano, and a constant hissing of the words “suicide” and “silence”. This all happened at once, and continued on for what seemed like hours. I laid there, paralyzed. I could still feel its cold, wet body against mine. I didn’t want to think about the creature, I could only imagine how terrifying it looked. It’s voice alone was enough to drive me mad. I grew weak, as if I were going to fall into some kind of deep sleep. My breaths grew slower and more sparse. Cold lips grazed the back of my neck, and an even colder hand caressed my cheek. The creature then emitted a horrific, blood curdling scream before finally releasing me. The weight was lifted from my back. There was no more whispering. It was finally over. I rolled across the bed and jumped to the floor, sprinting towards the light switch. It was taking longer than usual. Something still wasn’t right. I turned on the light and looked around my room. Everything was in it’s place. I opened the door and looked down the hallway. Two blue eyed Siamese kittens sat at the end of the hall. I could hear them purring in unison. Something was very wrong, I didn’t own any Siamese kittens… I walked slowly towards them. They seemed innocent enough, after all, they were a refreshing change from that beast that had pinned me to my own bed. I bent down and looked at them. They looked back at me, mewing and tilting their heads to the side. I extended my hand. Both of the kittens began licking my fingertips. Hallucinations or not, they were adorable. I tried to pick them up, but one hissed and with a swift motion of it’s paw, sliced my face. I dropped both of the kittens, and they skittered away with their fur bristled. I was back in my bed. It was as if nothing had happened. I rolled across the bed and stood up slowly before turning my light on. This time, everything was normal. No strange kittens. I was actually awake this time. I walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. I turned on the light and looked into the mirror. To my horror, my pajamas were stained with black grease, and I had three claw marks across my cheek, freshly bleeding. I panicked. Was I still trapped in my nightmarish state? Or had it all been real? Both thoughts terrified me. I collapsed on the bathroom floor. I woke up in a hospital bed. My little brother had found me in the bathroom and alerted my parents, who rushed me to the hospital. “What the #!$% happened?” I asked. “Watch your language, Elizabeth.” My mother said. “You fell in the bathroom and knocked yourself out.” My little brother Timothy answered. “No #!$%.” I muttered under my breath. My dad chuckled, and my mom elbowed him, giving him a stern look. The doctor explained that I had fallen and hit my head, resulting in a minor concussion. I didn’t hit my head hard enough, I still remembered everything that had happened. I shuddered. On the way home, I sat in the back seat of the car with my little brother. I wanted to tell someone what had happened leading up to my collapse in the bathroom, but I knew no one take me seriously. They knew about the issues I had with sleep paralysis in the past, but they took them with a grain of salt. They were nothing more than silly nightmares to them. I remained silent on the way home and for the rest of the day. I grew weary as each minute passed. Each minute that passed was another minute closer to nightfall, which was when I would be going to bed. I decided not to sleep that night. Or the next night. Or the one after that… After being awake for ten days straight, my parents took me back to see the doctor. He prescribed me some sleeping pills. At first, I was afraid to take them. I didn’t want to go to sleep and experience that horror again. But both my body and mind were exhausted, so I gave in that night and took one of the pills. I slept through the night and woke up with ease. Relief rushed over me. Each night, I took the pills and fell asleep. Each morning, I woke up without incident. This peace continued for months. The sleep paralysis seemed like a distant memory. One day, I came home more tired than usual. It was still early, three in the afternoon, but I decided to take a nap. It seemed harmless enough. I laid down on my bed and fell asleep. I woke up about an hour later. I yawned and rolled to the side of the bed. I stood up beside the bed and stretched for a few seconds. Suddenly, I heard my little brother screaming. “Liz! Liz! There’s something in my room! Help me! Help me!” I charged down the hallway and into Timothy’s room. What I saw filled me with horror. A female creature, drenched in some kind of inky black grease, crawled through the window and onto the floor. It’s body bent into inhuman positions, bones cracking as it moved across the floor. Black liquid flowed from it’s mouth and eyes as it whispered and gurgled, dragging itself across the floor towards my little brother. I screamed and grabbed him by the hand. We ran out of the room, slamming the door behind us. I screamed for my mom and dad, but no one answered. They must not have been home. I took my little brother into my room and locked the door. I could hear the creature’s bones cracking as it moved down the hallway towards my room. It stopped at the door. The door began shaking violently. I screamed and cried, holding my little brother close. “Make it stop!” Timothy cried over and over. I didn’t know what to do. The cries of my little brother tore me apart, but the creature outside the door terrified me to my very core. “Please, please, make it stop!” I couldn’t handle it anymore. I stomped over and ripped the door open. The creature twisted its head upwards and looked at me. It smiled with broken, black teeth. “Remember me?” It whispered. It’s razor sharp voice twisted and echoed through the room, my little brother covered his ears and shook his head. I stared at the creature, quaking with rage and horror. It screamed, the black liquid gurgling from it’s mouth like a fountain, drenching me. Timothy began sobbing uncontrollably. I kicked it once, twice, three times, four times… It curled up like a smashed spider and withered into a pile of black slime. It was over. It was finally over. I threw my arms around my little brother and laughed. It was over! It was finally over! I woke up in my bed. Timothy slept beside me in a fetal position, sucking his thumb. I rolled carefully across the bed and walked across my room. I turned on the light. Two blue eyed Siamese kittens laid beside my brother, purring. My heart sank. I looked down at my clothes, they were drenched in black. I felt a sting on my cheek… The sounds of whispering and bones cracking echoed through the room. I fell to the floor, paralyzed.

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If u ever thot that january is just a myth.....just take a look at the number of friends listed on the right hand of ur screen as "online" and i bet it is more than the one yesterday, monday it will even be more, it is called the arithmetical progression of sufferers in january...people r suffering in unison yawaa and at this rate i pity the manufacturers of tissue papers as they r likely to record losses due to minimized excretion. ati "ohhhh, this dec we r balling with friends in naks, ohhhh babercue with honey at masai mara, ati oohh i love my new hair style, ohh party till we drop at westy, ohhh im having a hangover" and i warned them...i warned them!!!, now january, please erode the confidence of their dygestive system, put them in a diet without their consent, deduct their body mass, expose them to paleness and un-controlled yawning. they mocked u that "january itajipanga"...yawaaa dont exhibit mercy. u taught me last year and i became wise.........expose them to similar wisdom ohh dear january. deal with them until the nairobi water and sewerage company closes down due to idleness!!!

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Daca mi-a fost cumplit de greu, de nicaieri ai venit sa-mi smulgi un zambet, Daca am cautat si n-am gasit mi-ai aratat o cale, Daca nu am spus un da la unison asta nu-nseamna ca eu nu ti-am stimat alegerea. Nu vreau sa te gandesti la lucruri fara sens ci doar la sensuri ce stii ca merita. Nu vreau sa te mai superi, nu vreau sa te mai vad posac, nu vreau sa stii de-a mea durere, Voi doar sa te invat, ca-n asta lume este si bine si bine cat nici poti cuprinde. Este onomastica unui Luceafar...lasa-i puterea lui din stea, cu al sau geniu pustiu, Sa-ti faureasca pentru tine doar visele tale si nu a altcuiva. Eu am uitat ca am visat si nu mai voi'sa stiu de vise ne-npartasite de acum si pana-n veac. Iar daca-ti pare o siluire a mea dorinta de-a te purta spre pace si lumina, Gaseste-o singur si poate va avea mai multa luminare. Am vrut pe aripi de adevar sa te iau in zbor, in zbor de porumbel cu pene de zapada sa-ti spuna el ce-nseamna prietenia, cat mi-e de scumpa ea acum, mereu si tot asa.

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You’re single. You could be in a relationship any time you want to. But no, you choose not to. You have been in a serious relationship before, but for one reason or another, it didn’t work out. That’s life. So instead of rushing to hook up with another girl on the street, you take your time. You think, and reflect. What went wrong? What lesson could I learn? What do I really want? For the first time in your life, you begin to value your heart. You realize that every time you let someone into your life, you’re giving a part of yourself. And a piece of yourself is way too valuable to just give away to someone you barely know, even if that someone is insanely hot. All your hormones and ‘soulja boys’ are in mutiny, screaming in unison, “We want to break free! We want to break free!” Not exactly those words, but something to that effect. Every fiber of your being wants to indulge – in meaningless kiss, in phony intimacy, in easy relationships which leave you emptier the more you stay in it. But now, you know better. You long for something real. You’re looking for something genuine. Something you won’t be ashamed of. Hell yeah, something you can tell yourself “I made the right choice.” You want to understand yourself. You look straight to the man in the mirror, yet he is now but a stranger to you. Yet with all courage you ask, “Who are you?”. For the longest time, you’ve been chasing after the wind. Moving from one relationship to another, not really sure what you are after. You’re not even sure of who you really are. All the noises of this world has drowned your inner voice. You’re lost. So you begin to take a journey – to discover yourself, to get to know the man in the mirror. You hate to be alone at first, you’re used to having someone beside you. The silence of having no one to talk to is deafening. But in the midst of silence, you begin to hear your own small voice. You’re used to hearing the voices of your friends, of the people around you, of the various forms of media, that you forget you have your own unique voice too. You begin to be comfortable with just being you – no mask, no sugarcoat. Just the authentic you. You discover that you’re cool, even if others think otherwise. You don’t give a damn now about what people say. You discovered your own voice, and that is what you choose to believe. You travel. You see the world for what it really is – imperfect yet beautiful. You get to know other people, and immerse in their culture. You widen your horizon, and you appreciate the beauty in diversity. You are amazed at how wonderful this world really is, despite all the horrible things the media always portray. You take care of yourself. You go to the gym, or learn a new sport. You run like you’re being chased by angry dogs. You eat healthy food, sleep like there’s no tomorrow, dream like the world is all yours. You work hard, party harder. And then, before you even notice it, you begin to love yourself. You’re now comfortable about being single. In fact, you’re grateful that you are. You realize that singleness is so underrated. That singleness is bliss.

Anonymous

Allow yourself to listen to the sound of the night, when most are sleeping and others are just beginning the day. Hear the voice of the city as she breathes in unison with you. She is as alive as the candlelit flame. Feel her embrace and bask in her song. Slowly slipping into unconsciousness, as her tender arms wrap you in assurance.

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Acai Berry is aglossy blue purple fruit. The acai berry is promoted primarily for its antioxidant effects, which exceed that of other foods that are high in antioxidants such as blueberries and red wine. Advocates of the acai berry diet claim that these antioxidants will enhance general well-being and vitality which will support weight loss. Acai berries are also said tohave many other benefits that include improving digestion, cleansing and detoxifying the body, boosting immunity, supporting cardiovascular health, increasing mental clarity, enhancing vision, reducing insomnia, and slowing down the aging process. In regard to the effects of acai berry on weight loss; Acai berry has a combination of essential fatty acids, amino acids and phytosterols that work in unison to improve metabolism, enhance digestion, and reduce appetite, which can help you if you are on a mission to lose some weight.

Anonymous

Overheard my 2: S- I am so glad we don't have a normal Mom. C- yeah, me too. Followed by 2 kids running to give me a hug.. And in unison saying... Thanks for not being normal! Hmmm.. LOL

Anonymous

Some of my thoughts when I went running a while back. Whispers in the dark Dark shadows lurking in the wood A thousand eyes cast discerning glances upon me from all angles, see her fail. The sun comes out from hiding beneath the shelter of the clouds, beaming onto my face, a glimpse of hope. The wind whispers unintelligible secrets that circle me like sharks at a feeding frenzy, hear her cries. Leaves fall from the sky, crinkling and crunching as they hit they pavement, change is coming. The sound of crickets grows louder and louder shouting in unison, you will fail. The wood peckers sound like 10 hammers pounding nails into wood right next to my ears, the distraction. A distant invisible madness is near and headed in no particular direction, but I feel it, I'm coming for you. Silent screams fill the air, all of her pain. The sky is falling, it's all starting to crumble Chaos, she's knocked down. Adrenaline, she's alert. Awake. Now...Run She got back up.

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Proper Noun Examples for Unison

Justice is a process to be delivered not a business to be profited. It is not often the Probation service makes headline news though last week it did as it was announced by the Government of their plans to contract 70 % of its work to private and third sector organisations. This has been eight years in the making and Napo along with Unison, unions who represent Probation staff, has campaigned against it, though legalisation was passed at least two years ago to bring us to this position. So what do the public think? Is this to be welcomed or to be questioned?

Somebody stand up.................in Unison and expose this #!$%@&! for the fraud he is!

Just found a Unison 2013 diary on my desk. I like the idea of being a unionist - it makes me feel quite militant

El próximo domingo a las tres de la tarde la reunión será frente al Muyseo de la Unison, el la Plaza Zubeldía para partir en manifestación hasta el palacio de gobierno. El gobernador Padrés ya anunció que no habrá marcha atrás en la nueva ley de impuestos. Lo mismo hicieron los diputados del PAN. "Fue la mejor decisión para el progreso de Sonora", dijeron.

Related Sentences for Unison

Who did this I know I did......This brings back memories of the good ol' Days......Damn I wish I could go back!!!!!

That moment when your with your with your best friend and you both bust out in the same part of the same song at the same time. Weiiiiird.

Anybody want to help me with today's trivia question? Which of the Great Lakes is Cleveland on?

San Francisco is a less sunny place today.

"Why hello ladies, I am Aang. This handsome young lad is my twin Fang." Aang grinned. Fang looks at Cervena and smiles. "Hello, sweetheart." He takes her hand and gently presses his lips against her nuckles.

Re-posting at page users request - This government isn't just cutting benefits and targeting the disabled, it is changing how our children are educated, destroying family life, increasing indebtedness, psychologically attacking the human spirit, destroying our health, interfering in areas of our lives where we should have a right to privacy, they are numbering us and labelling us, using fear to control us, relying on our insecurities and ignorance to keep a stranglehold on us, and throughout all of this all they care about is their ideological agenda that some sick old bastards thought up many centuries ago, they are fulfilling some sick and twisted ideology....and do you realise that if were not 'strivers' of the calibre they imagine, there is no place for us? Either we do what they want or were flung on the scrapheap, they use mainstream propaganda to feed the minds of the masses with whatever information fits the agenda, they have us blaming each other, and when news is published that they don't want us to run with, they create big storms in teacups to divert our attention away...they dont want you to be empowered because if you were to be strong and lose the fear, fear of debt, fear of prison, fear of gossip, fear of reality.....we'd win!

People dont wanna think of it this way, but when you yearn for anutha's love, it is you tryin to fill a void within yourSelf, that you yourSelf can only fill.

What is your favorite part of being involved in a community of Christ followers?

Okay peeps its poll time; is it gay of me to download the best of boyzIIMen Album?

Witnessing someone's anger when they're an alcoholic is like watching a plane crash & explode into flames....they are on board but they think that you are the one who is on board. You can walk away. They cannot.

Dios mio pero k frio, cuando se derrite esta nieve.

Have you contributed to the patriarchy today? I have. >In the city on business >About to enter a building when a woman walks up behind me >A grin spreads across my face as I step back and hold the door open for her >She looks to the doorway and then to me >I see her tremble as tears begin to form in her eyes >"Ladies first" >She is visible shaken, tears running down her face, as she walks through the doorway >The power I feel as I oppress a female courses through my veins >My penis thrashes inside my trousers >Nearby men all start applauding and grabbing their crotches in a sexual manner while biting their lips and drooling at the sight of the oppressed woman >As she walks by I whisper "It was a privilege"

More than 20 local, national and international media outlets attended the Inaugural parade rehearsal today at Joint Base Andrews. Watch this video to see what it was like.

Im catching ulcers from all these child proof lighters....

Irony of human nature: In trying to be unique individuals and separate ourselves from the pack we blatantly express and fiercely defend our uniqueness. During this process, we seek out others who share our "uniqueness" often forming a group or community... #FoodForThought

Wonders if the girls will still be shouting "merry christmas and a happy new year" at bedtime for the rest of the year!? Should maybe tell them Christmas is over....

Looking for recommendations on good headers possibly full exhaust on my truck and EGR delete kit.

Okay, cleaning with 2 kittens under your feet does not work! It feels like I have toddlers again!

Where is the best place to go mortgage shopping please?

Well I am taking my kids out of riverside school. I am so freakin tired of mrs muggy dirty ass always getting on briana for the stupids lil things but everybody else kids can do wat they want in school... & I don't need unsion help either #!$% it I can do it on my own and I know god will help me get through all this... 2013 time for change so who ever don't like it oh well for them

Hello Minna~ I will be doing some facts about our fairy tail characters~ Any request?? :3 Comment if you wanna know about someone~~ :D -Panther lily :3 -

Okay y'all I'm looking for done wondering if y'all can help...their name is " NOT ME" if u know him or her tell her butt to stay the gel out if my house !!! I'm so sick of " not me" coming in here and doing stuff!!! And everybody sees him but me...who left the fridge open ...everybody in here say " not me" who didn't close the door " not me" who left the light on " not me" who in the hell didn't flush the toilet " not me" ...NOT ME stay the hell out of my house !!!!

The rumor mill's been churning, but there is now confirmation of Akibaranger season 2!

.......nu stiu #!$ se face , dar are dreptate duduia ......

Still thinking about Beasts of the Southern Wild, which we saw last night. I was also trying to find online the exact text of the chant done by the people of Bathtub during the sending off of the funeral pyre, but no luck.

Van 1 tot 4 na school, Melvin Kootstra die gek even helpen omdat hij er zelf weer niks van snapt, en daarna wedstrijdje ballen

"If I only had three words of advice they would be - "tell the truth". If I had three more words to add, they would be - "all the time."

Our church just got some new choir robes. But they were so long, they all had to be hymned.

Oochy what you doin? Tryna get some money and if I ain't on that then I prolly be wit Bonnie

Unable to sleep after waking at 4 to put more water, salt and vapor in the vaporizer and fetch OJ for Wynter and I. Lord pllllllease let these babies sleep in sync today so I can get some rest!

Så tråkigt det är att ligga hemma o vara sjuk. Ingen träning. Fy!!!!. Men men snart är jag förhoppningsvis på benen igen.

Atobe: *wonders if he should hire more servants* Mukahi! Make Ore-sama some tea! *heard Gakuto yell back: Make it yourself!!* Ahn? Ore-sama does not make his own tea,

Raila now rejects send-off perks awarded by parliament to President, dep. president & other designated officers, terming it an attempt to bribe the executive

Who on my friends list is willing to share heavy prescription sleep medication... hahahaha just kidding.

Heaven and Hell are real places! They are concepts of lifetime only. It all boils down to your state of mind. What you're thinking doesn't matter but how you're thinking it places in your Heaven or Hell.

Tonight have to conduct the choir perform... wish me luck......

Unison definitions

noun

(music) two or more sounds or tones at the same pitch or in octaves

noun

occurring together or simultaneously

noun

corresponding exactly