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Dear visitor, welcome to my website. Dare to dream! If you did not have the capability to make your wildest wishes come true, your mind would not have the capacity to conjure such ideas in the first place. There is no limitation on what you can potentially achieve, except for the limitation you choose to impose on your own imagination. What you believe to be possible will always come to pass - to the extent that you deem it possible. It really is as simple as that. Please feel free to write in my guestbook!

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Kommentare: 3
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    Jan (Freitag, 08 September 2017 10:38)

    good blog

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    V_eer vK (Dienstag, 27 Dezember 2016)

    Thank you for showing your amazing website!
    Love and light

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    Arwen (Sonntag, 13 November 2016 21:39)

    Brother Wolf
    Since the days when only the Sun and Moon gave us light, I knew you. From the vast and impenetrable forests out I watched you. I witnessed you tame the fire and made strange new tools.
    From the ridges of the hills and mountains I saw you hunt, and envied you for your hunting succession. I ate your prey remains and you have eaten my prey remains.
    I was listening to your songs and saw your shadow to the bright fire dancing. At a time when so far back that I hardly can remember, some of us joined to sit out the order with you at the fires. They were members of your pack, chased with you protected your pups, helped you, feared you, loved you.
    And for very long periods of time we lived together, because our beings were very similar. That's why you have adopted from us the tame ones. I know some of you also respect me, the Wild. I'm a good hunter. I also respected you. Also you were a good hunter. I saw you often succumbed together with the tame prey.
    In those times there was everything in abundance. There were only a few of you. The forests were large. We howled along with the tame ones at night. Some of them returned to us to hunt with us. Some of them we ate because they were us become strange. So we lived together for a long, long time. It was a good life.
    Sometimes I stole from your booty, and you stole from my prey. Do you remember how your pack hungry when the snow was high? You eat the spoils we had killed. That was our game. That was our mutual guilt. Some called it a promise.
    Like many of the tame, you also became more and more alien to us. We were once like each other, but now I do not recognize some of the tame and I do not recognize some of you any more. You also make the booty tame. When I began to hunt your tame prey (they were stupid creatures on which hunting was not a challenge, but the wild prey had disappeared), you chased me and I did not understand why.
    As your pack grew bigger and began to fight each other, I saw your great wars. I ate those that you had slain. Then you hunted me even more, because for me they were food, but you had killed them.
    We savages are only a few. You destroyed our forests and killed many of us. But I'm still chasing and feeding my hidden puppies, as I've always done. I wonder if the tame one was making a wise choice when they joined you. They have forgotten the spirit of the wilderness. There are many, many of them, but they are so strange to me. We are only a few, and I am still watching you to avoid you.
    I think I do not know you any longer.

    (Canis lupus)
    From Jim Brandenburg's book "Brother Wolf"