I don't know how to express that being with someone so dangerous, is the last time I felt safe.
All it takes is a little faith, trust and pixie dust.
Everything in the forest has its season. Where one thing falls, another grows. Maybe not what was there before, but something new and wonderful all the same.
Never leave without a kind parting word. For you never know if you will meet in this world again.
What are four walls, anyway? They are what they contain. The house protects the dreamer. Unthinkably good things can happen, even late in the game. It's such a surprise.
I SUPPORT LIFE
MONTH ONE:
Mommy,
I am only 4 inches long,
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.
MONTH TWO:
Mommy,
Today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me,
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home, though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
MONTH THREE:
You know what, Mommy?
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad, too,
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.
MONTH FOUR:
Mommy,
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine,
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it, too.
MONTH FIVE:
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby, Mommy... your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?
MONTH SIX:
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!
MONTH SEVEN
Mommy,
I am okay.
I am in God's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me, Mommy?
EVERY ABORTION IS JUST...
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
One more person who can never change the world....
If you're against abortion, put this in your profile.
All of these quotes came from Psychopompic Rabbit's (By the way the definition for a Psychopompic is:Psychopompic literally meaning the "guide of souls" ) are creatures, spirits, angels, or deities in many religions whose responsibility is to escort newly-deceased souls to the afterlife. Their role is not to judge the deceased, but simply provide safe passage. Frequently depicted on funerary art, psychopomps have been associated at different times and in different cultures with horses, whippoorwills, ravens, dogs, crows, owls, sparrows, cuckoos, rabbits and harts.
In Jungian psychology, the psychopomp is a mediator between the unconscious and conscious realms. It is symbolically personified in dreams as a wise man (or woman), or sometimes as a helpful animal.) Profile on www.gaiaonline.com/p/9067505
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