MY RELIGION: LOVE AND HOPE WITH GOD, THROUGH LIFELONG STRUGGLE, DEDICATION, SACRIFICE, AND PERSEVERANCE !
SAINT PATRICK, PAPA, DADA, CÉDRIC AND KENJI.
Inspired by KBQ - Fri 1st of December 2018 - 2:21 PM
Sinéad O'Connor - A Perfect Indian:
"I think of you when I hear this whatever it
means. Lir's children is mythological". KBQ
KAAMILAH BINT QADAR
Sinéad Marie Bernadette O'Connor ( /ʃɪˈneɪd oʊˈkɒnər/; born
8 December 1966) is an Irish singer-songwriter who rose to fame in the late
1980s with her debut album The Lion and the Cobra. O'Connor achieved worldwide
success in 1990 with a cover of Prince's song "Nothing Compares 2 U".
* By the way, my father was born on 10 December 1918.
Sinéad O'Connor - A Perfect Indian
Fri 1st of December 2018 - 2:21
PM
"I
think of you when I hear this whatever it means. Lir's children is mythological".
KBQ
I do not even
understand what Sinéad meant by "Indian"! So, I won't go any deeper into the lyrics,
but the SOFTNESS OF HER VOICE IS MESMERISING!
It is sad that most people who pretended to love her or her songs proved
themselves to be mere hypocrites as we saw as soon Sinéad embraced Islam!
KBQ was the
one who introduced me to Sinéad O'Connor back in 2013 and she had a definite influence
on me regarding our own relationship because I always see too deep in matters
pertaining to the heart, and often see what is not. My love for spirituality, poetry
and my romantic outlook in life was to contribute to my own material downfall
although spiritually it never affected me, but was even necessary for me to
understand more about God and spirituality. The challenge of life continues with my son
and grandchildren, and, I have so much on my hands that I try my best to keep
away from distraction from other "humans"!
But, I
thought it my duty to advise caution regarding the lyrics sung by our beloved daughter
Sinéad O'Connor before she embraced Islam.
Remember she had no good parents, an evil mother, and was herself the product
of a decadent society. She was repeatedly
suicidal despite being born in a Christian (decadent) environment, and under a British
Colonial Godless State or a Monarchic Marxist family-breaking tyranny.
Lir's
children is a
horrible tale of sheer evil at the time where Ireland, and druids were heavily
involved in horrible magic spells, true and fabricated (mythical). British
Royalty is still steep in it!
("The Church of England describes itself
as Christian but practices pagan ceremonies rooted in sun worship and the
ancient druidic traditions of England"- jon wain
Published
on 2 Jan 2017)
Poor Sinéad has indeed been "feeling
like Lir's
children", all four, and for too long, and her humanity was terribly
at risk! When Christianity came to
Ireland, it did not save Lir's children (a tale) from the diabolical spell of
their step-mother Aoife, the most powerful witch of
the tribe or community whose spell nobody could undo!
It
is sordid to use such an evil tale and graft Christian (not Christic!) love
upon it whereby we are said to be saved BY FAITH ALONE (Rabbi Paul!) without
any righteous works!
Sorry,
but, you know me! Words always trigger such
kinds of responses on my part when I see it relevant!
Love
Basheer,
PAPA, DADA.
Monday
3rd of December 2018
PAPA TO MUHAMMAD CÉDRIC
Sinead O'Connor - My Special Child (Official Video)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mk0EzHUmthE
Adapted by BAFS
Think about my little boy
His yellow skin and his dark hair
And how his
mother's heart
was frozen
I spoke to him, and I said:
"You won't regret the father you have
chosen."
And, I didn't
lie.
Where's his
mother tonight and all the nights?
She kicked both
of us out!
22 years have
gone by
And how her lies
have left me broken
And, I didn't
lie.
Where's his
mother tonight and all the nights?
You are precious to me
After all I called you into being
I wanted you to know that
Yes, you are precious to me
And I miss my little boy
I was kept away
So close yet so far
away in mind and spirit
And I need him
tonight, every night
To feel his hands around my face
His loving eyes
His happy face
Would be so
right
But, my son needs
me more, a lot more
Or another to be
loved and loved forever!
Once I sat in my
car
Him in my arms
Woke up and saw
me crying
My heart wouldn't work
And this, he did
my special
child
He touched my face with his
hand and smiled
Oh, boy,
everything's alright
Don't cry,
everything's alright
Don't cry, Papa's
here tonight and every night
Don't hide, Papa's
here alive, insha'Allah!
**********************
ORIGINAL SONG
Her yellow
skin and her dark curl
And how her father's heart
was frozen
I spoke
to her, and I said:
I lied
Where's she tonight?
I left him
Now we're apart
And how his lies have left mine
broken
I lied
Where's he tonight?
You were precious
to me
After all I called
you into being
I wanted
you to know that
Yes, you were precious
to me
And I miss my little
boy
I strayed
away
So far away
And I need him tonight
To feel his hands
around my face
His loving
eyes
His happy
face
Would be so right
Once I sat in my husband's car
Him in my arms
Woke up and saw me crying
My heart
wouldn't work
And this, he did my special
child
He touched
my face with his hand and smiled
Oh, boy, everything's alright
Don't cry, everything's alright
Don't cry, Jakes's here tonight
Don't hide, Jake's here alive
PAPA TO KENJI
My Darling Child
Produced
by Phil Coulter, John Reynolds & Sinéad O'Connor
Album Universal
Mother
My darling child
My darling baby
My darling child
You gave life to me
My darling child
My darling baby
My darling child
You came and saved me
My darling child
My darling baby
My darling child
God gave you to me
Me little ninja
My little dancer
Me little streetfighter
Me little chancer
Me lovely boy
Me lovely babby
My pride and joy
Me little puppy
Me little wolf
Me little lamby
My favourite boy
My angel babby
Me little ninja
Me little dancer
Me little streetfighter
Me little chancer
Me love me boy
Me love me babby
My pride and joy
Me little puppy
My darling baby
My darling child
You gave life to me
My darling child
My darling baby
My darling child
You came and saved me
My darling child
My darling baby
My darling child
God gave you to me
Me little ninja
My little dancer
Me little streetfighter
Me little chancer
Me lovely boy
Me lovely babby
My pride and joy
Me little puppy
Me little wolf
Me little lamby
My favourite boy
My angel babby
Me little ninja
Me little dancer
Me little streetfighter
Me little chancer
Me love me boy
Me love me babby
My pride and joy
Me little puppy
The real story of Saint Patrick
The World
of Saint Patrick
- By Philip Freeman
- September 2nd 2014
Everyone knows about Saint
Patrick — the man who drove the snakes out of Ireland, defeated fierce Druids
in contests of magic, and used the shamrock to explain the Christian Trinity to
the pagan Irish. It’s a great story, but none of it is true. The shamrock
legend came along centuries after Patrick’s death, as did the miraculous
battles against the Druids. Forget about the snakes — Ireland never had any to
begin with. No snakes, no shamrocks, and he wasn’t even Irish.
The real story of St. Patrick is
much more interesting than the myths. What we know of Patrick’s life comes only
through the chance survival of two remarkable letters which he wrote in Latin
in his old age. In them, Patrick tells the story of his tumultuous life and
allows us to look intimately inside the mind and soul of a man who lived over
fifteen hundred years ago. We may know more biographical details about Julius
Caesar or Alexander the Great, but nothing else from ancient times opens the
door into the heart of a man more than Patrick’s letters. They tell the story
of an amazing life of pain and suffering, self-doubt and struggle, but
ultimately of faith and hope in a world which was falling apart around him.
Saint Patrick
stained glass window from Cathedral of Christ the Light, Oakland, CA. Photo by
Simon Carrasco. CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons.
The historical Patrick was not
Irish at all, but a spoiled and rebellious young Roman citizen living a life of
luxury in fifth-century Britain when he was suddenly kidnapped from his
family’s estate as a teenager and sold into slavery across the sea in Ireland.
For six years he endured brutal conditions as he watched over his master’s
sheep on a lonely mountain in a strange land. He went to Ireland an atheist,
but there heard what he believed was the voice of God. One day he escaped and
risked his life to make a perilous journey across Ireland, finding passage back
to Britain on a ship of reluctant pirates. His family welcomed back their
long-lost son and assumed he would take up his life of privilege, but Patrick
heard a different call. He returned to Ireland to bring a new way of life to a
people who had once enslaved him. He constantly faced opposition, threats of
violence, kidnapping, and even criticism from jealous church officials, while
his Irish followers faced abuse, murder, and enslavement themselves by
mercenary raiders. But through all the difficulties Patrick maintained his
faith and persevered in his Irish mission.
The Ireland that Patrick lived
and worked in was utterly unlike the Roman province of Britain in which he was
born and raised. Dozens of petty Irish kings ruled the countryside with the
help of head-hunting warriors while Druids guided their followers in a religion
filled with countless gods and perhaps an occasional human sacrifice. Irish
women were nothing like those Patrick knew at home. Early Ireland was not a
world of perfect equality by any means, but an Irish wife could at least
control her own property and divorce her husband for any number of reasons,
including if he became too fat for sexual intercourse. But Irish women who were
slaves faced a cruel life. Again and again in his letters, Patrick writes of
his concern for the many enslaved women of Ireland who faced beatings and abuse
on a daily basis.
Patrick wasn’t the first
Christian to reach Ireland; he wasn’t even the first bishop. What made Patrick
successful was his dogged determination and the courage to face whatever
dangers lay ahead, as well as the compassion and forgiveness to work among a
people who had brought nothing but pain to his life. None of this came
naturally to him, however. He was a man of great insecurities who constantly
wondered if he was really cut out for the task he had been given. He had missed
years of education while he was enslaved in Ireland and carried a tremendous
chip on his shoulder when anyone sneered, as they frequently did, at his
simple, schoolboy Latin. He was also given to fits of depression, self-pity,
and violent anger. Patrick was not a storybook saint, meek and mild, who
wandered Ireland with a beatific smile and a life free from petty faults. He
was very much a human being who constantly made mistakes and frequently failed
to live up to his own Christian ideals, but he was honest enough to recognize
his shortcomings and never allow defeat to rule his life.
You don’t have to be Irish to
admire Patrick. His is a story of inspiration for anyone struggling through
hard times public or private in a world with unknown terrors lurking around the
corner. So raise a glass to the patron saint of Ireland, but remember the man
behind the myth.
Headline image
credit: Oxalis acetosella. Photo by Erik Fitzpatrick. CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia
Commons.
Philip Freeman
earned his Ph.D. in Classics and Celtic Studies at Harvard University. He
teaches at Luther College in Decorah, Iowa and is the author of fifteen books,
including The World of Saint Patrick.
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Germaine
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Red Football
8.
A Perfect Indian
10.
All
Babies
11.
In This Heart
12.
Tiny Grief Song
13.
Famine
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