Nothing new on earth, all has happened

by Juliana Dominguez Casas on Thursday, February 24, 2011 at 2:06pm.

Today is one of those days when you remember many mistakes you have done throughout your life, and you realize that life is just passing you by like vapor.

The word of God speaks that there is nothing new underneath that stars that has not happen in the past. We are the same people just with different styles of fashion, we have the same sinful tendencies, just that now they're approved by law, We worship idols not made by gold, wood, or iron but made with technology.

We also act as if everything that is happening now is nothing like what happened in biblical times. There is greater evil so we say. The enemy of our souls didn't get wiser as time passed. Satan is Satan with the same amount of evil that God permits Him to practice. Everything works in harmony to mold the perfect plan of God.

God may not speak to us in audio voice but he sure does scream when the world is crumbling around us in terrible catastrophies, earthquakes, yet through this all we hear God even better in a still & quiet voice telling us HE LOVES us.... when???

When I got us this morning & felt the warm sunlight awaken me into a brand new day, with new mercy, and new opurtunities.

Praise be to the Lord God Almighty, whom raises me up with as faithful friend and judges not when I fall.
Psalms 115:3 "But our God [is] in the heavens: he hath done whatsoever he hath pleased."
Ecc 3:11 "He has made everything appropriate in its time. He has also set eternity in their heart, yet so that man will not find out the work which God has done from the beginning even to the end."

Heavily on My Mind

by Juliana Dominguez Casas on Monday, March 8, 2010 at 6:46pm.

There's this thought in my mind that keeps popping up.... I wonder

I wonder about what would have happen had I talked to that guy I had in class in 2001?

He would write, and write, and write, his eyes were lost in a place what he called "Peace"

His hand would move filling that empty page with the power of his pen.

He would read books that had strange titles such as, Principia discordia.

He tried finding his place. I can see the depression through his empty eyes.

his look was as empty as a abandoned house does when unsold for years.

I felt my sweaty hands and racing heart beat faster then my thoughts can calm me.

I wanted to talk to him. I did. then the bell rang and he was ready to storm out the room and as everyone left. I stayed behind, nagging at my cowered mind. I told my self "Tomorrow"

that night I planned my approach. I thought about writing him a letter. Yet I felt urgency in his soul.

Next day, I was excited I was ready yet still nervous but, prepared, I sung myself into the class hoping to be early enough than the rest so I can initiate a conversation He was not there, I thought "maybe he is running late, even though its so unlike him. he is an honor student and ever punctual" I waited, waited, and the bell rang everyone filled the class, and my heart began to race, my heart was beating hard against my chest, and a cynical voice screamed in my ears that no one can hear but my sorrowful soul. "he is mine!" I began to cry in my heart when a school social worker came in with an announcement. All i can say, in my mind was "Please don't say fourth role, 3rd seat please don't say fourth role 3rd seat!!! God Please No" she opened he mouth and said that the body of Jose* your peer that sat on the fourth role 3rd seat" was found with a gun wound to his head. An apperant suicide. my heart sank inside me. I can hear his soul asking me why did you not tell me??? Why did you not tell me?????

I was speechless and numb. This is why I speak the way I speak now. I am sorry when I am blunt, this experience forever changed me.

*Name changed for privacy reasons

Whys about My Life and my answers

by Juliana Dominguez Casas on Monday, February 1, 2010 at 2:34pm.Why am I so cold? I rather turn up the heater be hot then cold



Why do I prefer apple juice over orange juice?? It tastes better



Why do I prefer summer over winter? its fun but I love Hot weather and being outside.



Why do I prefer to roll down my cars windows on a hot summer day then put the a/c? feeling the wind blow on my face.



Why do I love chocolate so much? Its so So good and pleasures my taste buds. ;-p



Why do I love to write? Getting my thought on paper and giving a blank paper so much value is just awesome and powerful.



Why do I love to lay my head on my mothers tummy? mom says that I never wanted to sleep on the crib only on her tummy. Maternal attachment



Why do I block the whole world out when I am playing music??? People that don't play music tend to think I am rude?



Why do I enjoy playing the Piano in the dark? I tend to write my best sings in the dark.



Why do I love big trucks??? Because I feel like the queen of the road... LOL



Why do I bite my lip when drawing? My fathers genes were passed on, this is my hypothesis



Why is Autumn my Favorite season? My childhood adventures we stimulated by my surroundings and enticed my imagination.



Why is my skin so light and my siblings dark? My Great grandfather Julian Dominguez Miramontes was 100% Spanish born in Mexico. We were exact look a likes both heavily into music. I am the only one into music from my 7 siblings.



Why is people so attracted to tell me their problems and deep dark secrets? I guess God uses my to give advice.



Why do I dream so much about everything? I strongly believe that my sister Lydia and I have the gift of dreams.



Why did I get baptized so young? I felt God calling me to do it.



Why did I get married with Javie? Well because Javie was so sure that when he heard me laugh I was the person he wanted to spend his whole life around with. ok thats more like why he married me.. ok I married Javie because..... He knew what he wanted. I knew what I wanted but not what I needed. I married Javie because he is what I needed. He is strict when he has to be. He is gentle when I need it. He is like a father when i rebel. He is patient when I show my impatience. He is en encourager. He never judges me on my defects. He love me for who I am.. and not many love this way. He knew good and he went for it. And that was what made me attracted to him.



Why do I love children? Because they are amazing in their way of thinking and their joy fills me up even if I have a bad day.



Why do I want a house with my bedroom windows facing east and west? Because I want the sun to shine in my room and house from dawn to dusk.



Why do I want a house with a huge window in the front? Because I want my grand piano to show from the outside.



Why do I want a house by a river? I have always wanted this since I was 6, Because at night you can see the moons reflection and in the summer you can sit on the dock and wet your feet as you meditate.



Why do I prefer Cali over Texas? (no offense to Tejanos. I love Tejanos) I just think Texas is rather boring. Just for the record I have much family in Texas.



Why do I get upset when people go up and sing a special when they don't practice? God deserves the very best.. I get annoyed to hear "Hermanos, no ensaye el himno pero haci esta bien, es para Dios"

Perrrrrdon???? PARA DIOS??? o dios? no no mis hermanos lets get this straight, God wants skill when you play an instrument or sing. Its wrtten in his word to do things with skill..



Why do I get annoyed when people play the tambourine or clap their hands when singing a worship song? Hello?????? slow worship song raise your hands up time... ;)



Why does it annoy me to pray when others pray out loud during prayer meeting? Some people like me find it hard to concentrate when some one is yelling " Bendiceme Papa Dios"



I probably sound rude about some of these but, this is what I think, not all of us share the same opinion.I will post more as I go

The Voice of Truth

So many voices, abundant sounds.
Inundating my world, dead fish, some dieing, and very few very alive
Vibrant all around, darkness is all around.
Painting, using soft colors, all of who I am
A blotch of pitch black, we all have some black in our lives.
How on earth to move forward, What is the point.
Crossing the other side, pit less, eternal, never ending horizons.
I am a mirror, you see yourself in me
One day we shatter, never to exist again.
The other side, thoughts of peace but who really knows.
Yellow bright on my face awakens me, entrance into a new day.
I see myself, at times beautiful, at times ugly undeserving of life.
In the midst of doubt, sunny skies, white as snow clouds,
Children's laughter, peoples chatter, in hopes of a better day.
Cold sweat, another night with death impressed on my mind.
My loved ones, a gesture of love or hatred, memories of the anger.
I one day will regret not forgiving or forgetting.
An evening, a sunny morning, dead leaves on the ground crunch as I step over them.

There purpose, and beauty have faded, their time has come to an end.
My purpose, my reason, my Voice of Truth IS this.