Welcome to my youtube channel, Turning Pages! I love reading, as well as listening to other people read. I'm alway in the mood for a good story and I hope you are, too.
You're invited to come along with me on this journey as I try to learn to speak better and gain confidence while enjoying a good story and learn something new. Come with me! Your thoughts and comments are welcomed!
I'm thinking of doing some of the Halo books next, since the game was a big part of growing up for me. I'll probably start with The Fall of Reach.
I'm also considering the Carl Jung book Man and His Symbol. But that seems daunting, and I don't know how that will translate into an audiobook. Thoughts??
Road my bicycle cross the country in 1985 a cyclist in Jackson Hole Wyoming told me I have to read this book didnt find it till i reached Green Bay Wisconsin and I knew immediately why I had to read it
A difficult book and having English as my second language the book was a bit of a challenge. However, your lively enthusiastic and clear narration kept/helped me through the entire 31 chapters. So thanks a million and cheers from Copenhagen
Second tackle of this writing. A friend, Tom, was good with maintenance, like the narrator, and he also had the darkness inside, threatening to return.
"Just what future the Designer of the universe has provided for the souls of men I do not know, I cannot prove. But I find that the whole order of Nature confirms my confidence that, if it is not like our noblest hopes and dreams, it will transcend them.🎶🍃💫🌅💫🍃🎶 ~Henry Norris Russell❤️🔥
“As I stepped beyond the threshold, I entered another world-like Dorothy walking into Oz. A slight breeze swirled the leaves and branches and blossoms of the garden, brushing the skin on my arms. Soft air and clear light caressed my face. Just then, the music stopped. It took me a moment to realize that the music in my head was actually in my iPod and the iPod must have run out of power. I took out the ear buds and a far more fantastic music flooded in, leaves rustling, birds chirping, insects buzzing, the distant shoosh of tires on the road invisible behind the trees. I sat at the wrought-iron table and put my feet up. The crystalline light astonished me. The air, neither hot nor cold, was invigoratingly dry. I felt energy radiating from my body into the air, mingling with the radiations emanating from all the life surrounding me. I scanned the back yard. The ornamental grasses had begun to shoot out golden tufts; the crepe myrtle, hydrangea, stone crop, petunias and geraniums all had covered themselves in blossoms. Figs grew large and heavy on the fig tree, which exploded tropically in one corner of the yard, and fat red tomatoes swelled on the still leafing vines in another. Tendrils of Virginia creeper and wild grape dripped from the pines across the back fence, persimmons hung from the persimmon tree like Christmas ornaments. I had seen all this the previous morning, and many other mornings before that. But now I had stepped into a page from an illuminated fairy tale. Just as that thought entered my mind, three large yellow butterflies appeared, flitting in spirals around me. I laughed aloud: I was in Oz after all🌄… …I can’t think of any other way to put this but to say the sky opened, and grace poured down all around me. Light itself had transformed into a palpable substance, spilling down as if from a fountain. But it was more than light. It was blessings of every kind, goodness incarnate, flowing inexhaustible and immutable from above. I didn’t say to myself, “What is this?” I didn’t guess. I knew, I saw, I was in the presence of God. This wasn’t a God with whom I could have a conversation, at least not two-way. I think I said, or shouted, “Ok, I am DEFINITELY not an atheist,” but God was mute, or rather, I understood, or perceived, that the only response God would ever make was the boundless bounty of beauty cascading over me. After the shock and awe, my first thought was that this gift absurdly overmatched anything I could possibly have deserved. I thought, and said aloud, “Why me?” Instantly, that seemed too pleased with myself. I could just look at this phenomenon that confronted me, this Niagara Falls of beauty pouring down, and know that I hadn’t been “chosen.” I was no one special. This was just what God was, a permanent condition that somehow had remained invisible to me until this moment..” reset.me/story/tried-psychedelic-mushrooms-35-years-saw-light/🌈 🍂🌄🍄🌄🍂
The “quality” of our dreams is both a reflection of our thoughts and actions as well as a general foreshadowing of the fate of our souls after this life. A nightly, temporary karma that implores us to change ~for the good~ so as to avoid a more permanent karma❤️🔥 Beauty(🌷)+Complexity(🌎) =Intent(❤️)...While our body sleeps, our dream state symbolically represents the state that awaits upon our body's ultimate rest...In other words, while we are lying down and sleeping/dreaming, this natural process symbolizes where we go when we're ultimately lying down/dead -to a place "like" our dream-state...A state "of mind,” with our body's intended physical form+bonds eternally engrained and intertwined. 👁️~8~👁️
I have listened all this in one stretch and have completely enjoyed the book . Please don't stop and if you could tell how much of the book is left so that I"ll complete the rest in another stretch once you complete the rest . Appreciate your efforts .
You're doing great with narrating the chapters of this book, your voice is clear and the sound level of the recordings as one listens from chapter to chapter does not change alot to where one needs to adjust the volume. Excellent! 😁
This chapter reminded of a trip I took to Portugal with my girlfriend, we rented a car and on the the GPS we disabled highways. That we drove through rural Portugal. Some breath taking scenes. Driving only 80km/h it gave us many bonding moments and deep conversations during that vacation just by enjoying the road and a new country together with music ❤❤
