Kobojunkie:
Before you continue, please located a copy of The Prescription of Heretics and read for yourself what Tertullian in fact wrote in his thesis. Also, note when it was that Tertullian is said to have made the claim in question...

Knock yourself out.

https://www.tertullian.org/anf/anf03/anf03-24.htm

Kobojunkie:
So at 89 years of age, John was banished to Patmos by Domitian, and this is as recorded or reported by whom? What historical figure is this linked back to you? Domitian himself? the Roman empire? Tertullian? Who?

Tertullian

Waiting for end of the world crooners to tell us this is a sign.

Anyways, the only winners in a war are the weapon manufacturers and merchants.

OtemAtum:
U gbigala yanyan ajoyi, omaye mi. Odu igala mi shi Onukuojo.

omaye mi, olaukolo


Bros, you try o...I no sabi spell for Igala reach your level...lol
But I understand everything you typed...

Testimonies from nairalanders;

tomtween1:


True...
1 - I guess I saw him in his glorious form as a child in dream. I couldn't look at his face because a very bright light radiates from his face like the trans figuration. His robes was gloriously White.


2 - In his earthly form, it was early last year. I closed my eyes and saw him and he looks almost as exact as the picture uploaded by the Op.
I remember waking up and telling my friend that "I think I saw Jesus".... I wrote it down in my diary. Even though it happened in split seconds, I still remember how he looks.


Glory to God that he showed himself to an unworthy sinner like myself...

https://www.nairaland.com/5368368/jesus-saw-same-drawn-eight#81427202

PenGriffey:
Few days later, there was a picture of Jesus that was posted here on nairaland. When I saw the picture, the man I saw in my dream just flashed through my mind immediately. It looked exactly like him. I was amazed and that was when I knew, everything that has been happening wasn't a mistake. God was indeed in our midst. I became fearless.

All these happened on the 17th of August and I got the call from my boss on the 19th

https://www.nairaland.com/5390672/testimonies-enthronedbygod-when-he-nairaland/1#81867248

Wendolly Hernandez: This is the same man in my dream:


I just have to share this. 10 years ago or maybe more during a time of process in our marriage... Robert and I had a pretty rough night fitting and arguing ... I went to bed tired, frustrating and sad , but still hoping and loving my awesome God!...then I had a dream that I still remember ... there was a man next to me that was not my husband... he was persuading me, romancing me, and loving me with those kind eyes that is not words to describe...I just remember the feeling of being loved and secured around him; then He took me to a white table ... we sit next to each other... at the other side of the table , in front of us was Robert my husband with his head down like praying and his hands holding one hand of the man next to me... the man next to me asked my husband if he allow him to have my hand in marriage for he is in love of me .....I saw angels all around us.... my husband crying say "Yes" she is yours....

I woke up next.... meditating in the dream.... I felt shame to dream about another man... I said: "Lord forgive me for this"... then I heard His voice... He said to me: "Wendy that men in your dreams was me"... It was Jesus!! .... I went and told my husband about the dream.... with tears in his eyes... he started telling me that the same night after I went to bed... he stayed praying to God to help us... that he realized he can't change me.... he was giving up to tried doing it by himself and that he was ready to give me into the Lords hands for him to deal with me!!!!


We both knew that we need Him in our marriage!
When I saw this picture this morning I was tearing up for is the same man I saw in my dreams years ago... just with shorter hair.... then I'm reading about the picture and the testimonies .... oh wow!!! What an amazing God we have!!! he is real!!... He is faithful!!! He is so good!!! Don't give up my friend... give all you have to Jesus and only worry to fall in love with Him!!! He is so Worthy!! Seek Him today.

Reactions to the post: 66 likes, 46 loved, 5 stunned


https://www.facebook.com/akianeart/photos/fpp.350622304994588/1585071494882990/?type=3&theater

jesusjnr:
Lol!

Maybe they think Paul had exclusive rights to seeing Jesus and that barring him no one else has had an encounter with Jesus after His ascension.

So while Paul's vision of Jesus was authentic and from heaven and dare not be questioned, that of everyone else Is fake, demonic and from the pit of hell. Lol!

Truth be told, these same ones would have debunked Paul testimony of his encounter with Jesus had they been there at the time, since he was a former persecutors of the Jews.

But as Jesus said, "wisdom is justified of her children".

I am waiting for them to also debunk Colton Burpo's testimony and that of many others. All the testifiers must have been delusional, perhaps just like the first century believers that saw the risen Lord, and seen as liars. Lol.

2 Corinthians 13;
This is the third time I am coming to you. In the mouth of two or three witnesses shall every word be established.

He was brave enough to admit his past mistakes and confess.

Good one. Hopefully other pastorpreneurs will follow suit.

I dey come. I have unfinished business on 2 other threads.

Will address these your responses. Honestly your replies are baffling.

I will be back

Bishop Oyedepo also knows Satan's weakness. Interesting.

Some of Akiane's paintings at age 10;

How the clowns above are shouting idolatry only shows up their ignorance. When you have a picture of someone you adore, it's automatically idolatry abi? If that's the case, go and burn all the pictures of your family members and loved ones, since those ones should qualify for idolatry as well.

Bad belles and nobodies who can't hold a candle light to someone utilizing her God-given talent and revelations which ought to be appreciated.

No army can fight the Truth whose time has come.


Some of Akiane's painting at age 9

The first one attached is Jesus the intercessor

Some of her paintings at Age 8

With the Prince of Peace (Number 1) her most famous artwork till date.

Some of her paintings at Age 7

Some of her paintings at Age 6

Some of her pencil sketches at age 5

Some of her Pencil sketches at age 4

We are gradually seeing those that would have staunchly doubted Paul's conversion testimony and vision of Jesus at Damascus had it been they lived in the first century.


Ehen...Now to the next thing. Some of Akiane's painting collections from age 4 to adulthood.

I will post 4 of her paintings for each age from 4 to adulthood. More of her paintings can be found on https://akiane.com/

A documentary on Akiane;

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wm9BGxpf0hU

''Painting The Impossible'' by Akiane Kramarik" - 1.48 million views; 4,528 comments...

Some comments/testimonies on the link;

MELODY MUNRO: I saw Jesus when I was six years old. He appeared in my bedroom after I had experienced a life changing event (sexual abuse)....He asked me if He could come into my heart..but I was really angry at Christians (I was living in a bible college with my parents and the abuser was someone at the college) and I was really angry at God...so I told Him to go away....I will never forget the look of sadness on His face...15 years later I was on the verge of suicide and in a last ditch cry for help I asked Him to come into my heart...after all those years He was still standing there...waiting... (I could not see Him) but I could feel Him...and He came in.that was 29 years ago.This painting is how I remember Him looking like..especially the eyes.

Jaxson Chrixion Copeland:
That's him...PERIOD!!!! She is not joking. This is not fake. I've seen him. I asked him to come to me and he did. This is exactly what he looks like. His eyes were like glass stones. You could see EVERYTHING going on in the world in them. When your momma say "I'll put the fear of God in you".... that's self explanatory y'all. He is beautiful. He has a glow that's unexplainable and undescribable. Unlike anything I've ever seen. Almost animated but real. Heaven has what absolutely NO HUMAN BEING will EVER experience here on Earth so do EVERYTHING it takes to get there. You will not regret it. The things there are so amazingly beautiful it's downright unheard of... that's how you know it's ONLY THE FATHER, THE SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT. I love you ALL and may God continue to bless you on your journey.

Franni Barr:
Blessed Akiane. I am 70 years old. I died when I was 8, 62 years ago. I have looked at thousands of painting of My Saviour and never had I seen one that came even close to who I had met. One night I was watching a movie and your painting was in it. I jumped and screamed at my pastor husband " that's it! that is what he looks like" and started crying. Thank you for your pain, your hurt, and all that you went through to bring us (me) this beautiful work of art.

Lisa Millas:
I was on the other side with Jesus and He spent some time with me. I was being lifted out of my body and I saw my body laying on my bed. I remember telling Jesus that my daughter needed me because she had summer school in the morning. When I saw your painting I nearly fainted. It was exactly how Jesus looked when I was with Him for awhile on the other side. When He put me back in my body I was weak and I felt really woozy. You are the only one that has ever brought His face to a painting like this before. I am so glad God made you. I am sorry for all of your families struggles. I have had surgeries and I sat with Jesus and I watched the doctor perform the surgery and I woke up and I said, "okay I am back in my body again." I think the next time He will keep me, and I don't feel good a lot, so I am ready to be on that side when He comes again. God Bless You.

John Johnson:
Hi akiana I am Johnson from Kuwait. I had a dream in January 2019.I had a dream of heaven and had exactly same face of Jesus in heaven, God bless you dear.

ON FACEBOOK (refer to picture below) : https://www.facebook.com/akianeart/photos/fpp.350622304994588/1585071494882990/?type=3&theater


Over 2,826 comments, 9.5k shared, 24k likes, 13k loved, 1.5k stunned, 23 laughed, 4 angry, 3 sad.

Betty Rogers Henry:God gave me a vision 6 years ago after my son passed away of a brain tumor. This was the man I saw with his arm around my son.They were both smiling real big and everything about them was alive their hair and eyes was moving with more life than this earth could ever know. I can't paint but that vision is in my mind just as fresh as ever, Thank you for sharing this painting.

Judy Sims Cohoon: My husband had a NDE, he always said the first picture you painted of Jesus really looked most like him of any picture he had seen, but he said this one is more accurate. He cried when I showed it to him. I still think it is a miracle that you can do this and you haven't had an experience in seeing him personally. He is always talking about how beautiful his eyes are and how they look right through you.

Nina Ploetz:About 10 years ago I had a vivid dream of a young man dressed in sandals and an off white linen type robe (as they would have worn biblical times) his hair brown/dark sandy color, not yet of age for a beard (though close) it was his eyes that captured my soul. I could have reached out to touch him he was so real. The face you have drawn, is the face (although younger) I saw in my dream/vision. Thank you for sharing your gifts with us. And thank you for bringing back my memory of a few yeara ago... Unconditional Love is what I felt that night and what shines through your painting here.
God's Blessings to you and your family.

Carlinha Rodrigues: You are so blessed!! Only one child could draw Jesus.I saw him in my dream and it's exacly this.His eyes are green and his hair are exacly like your painting! When I saw your painting for first time I thought: it's Jesus !! Only a pure kid could draw him!

More on Akiane's interview with Washington Times
https://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2014/dec/31/interview-akiane-speaks-heaven-and-paintings/

COLTON BURPO STORY CONT'D

As word spread, everyone asked: “What is heaven like?” And Colton had more to say!
Colton told how he was able to look down and see his doctor operating on him. He saw his dad praying in the waiting room and yelling at God while he prayed. Colton saw his miscarried sister whom no one had told him about – she hugged him while he was in heaven. And he met Pop, his great-grandfather who died 30 years before he was born. Young Colton Burpo shared impossible-to-know details about his surgery and about his family members.

Months after surviving the emergency surgery to remove his appendix, Colton shared the story of how he left his body during surgery and went to heaven. Colton began describing events and people that seemed impossible for him to have known about. Examples include knowledge of an unborn sister miscarried by his mother in 1998 and details of a great-grandfather who had died 30 years before Colton was born.

Colton’s family was amazed by the child’s story. He described people and events that he couldn’t possibly have been aware of unless he had actually been to heaven. His father recounted the events in a best-selling book entitled “Heaven is for Real,” which has sold 30 million copies worldwide, and was also produced into a movie.

Colton looked at many artistic likenesses of Jesus over the next few years, hoping to find the one that would be the most accurate depiction. Then, in 2006, Colton’s father found Akiane Kramarik’s “Prince of Peace” on the Internet, and showed the portrait of Jesus to Colton, who said: “Dad, that one is right!”

https://art-soulworks.com/blogs/posts/98897222-key-revelation-about-akiane-s-prince-of-peace-painting-revealed-on-the-katie-couric-show


https://www1.cbn.com/700club/colton-burpo-glimpses-heaven


Also watch "Heaven is for real" movie. It tells the detail on Colton Burpo's story.

THE STORY OF COLTON BURPO - Heaven is for Real: A Little Boy's Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back

The Colton Burpo story: A little boy’s NDE and heavenly encounter with Jesus changes everything!


Imagine being whisked away for emergency surgery when you are only 4 years old. Imagine being overwhelmed by doctors, nurses, and other strangers – while being separated from your family. Imagine how scared you would be! That was the scenario of little Colton Burpo who survived an emergency appendectomy at age 4. His family was overjoyed. But that was just the beginning…

Eventually, Colton made a full recovery from the painful surgery. God had answered his parent’s prayers! Yet when Colton came home from the hospital, his parents Todd and Sonja Colton, noticed a “difference” in their son that they could not exactly explain.

Little by little, Colton shocked his parents as he began sharing his astounding heavenly adventure of being with Jesus during his surgery. Colton began to share surprising details and private family matters. Todd and Sonja Burpo were stunned!

Colton’s parents began to realize that the “difference” they were sensing in their son had to do with his encounter with Jesus and his heavenly experiences. At age 4, Colton Burpo would be forever changed, because of this experience – God has given him a heavenly perspective of life.

elated177:


Like I stated earlier, just a piece of advice.
The righteous walk of some people is at stake here.

My peace was never troubled.

However, just so I understand you clearly, what kind of truth do you suppose will come out of this thing you are wholeheartedly expounding here?

The reality of Heaven and Jesus. Jesus is still in the business of reaching out to people Himself, just as He did in the Bible days.

You will see and hear more testimonies.

elated177:


Can't you see the demonic influence behind this path you have been traversing for some time now?

Smh. Hold your peace and let the passage of time prove the TRUTH.

I don't need distractions right now. Thanks.

elated177:
OkaiCorne, you need to get off this path. Just a piece of advice.

Why?

OpenYourEyes1:


I think you guys should be a little more careful with things hosted by opera. I watched one of Akiane's videos just now. Nothing in her convince she is a child of GOD. I saw picture of a mermaid on her drawing
Mermaid reminds me of creatures of Atlantis, a world allegedly hidden in the sea.

The lady looks too erotic by the way.



Be careful with what the elites promote

Opera was one of the numerous people that hosted her. CNN did, other major news outlets and shows across America and Europe did.

I'll bring up the story of Culton Burpo later today.

By the way, what do you mean by;
1) The lady is too erotic.
2) Nothing in her to convince she's a child of God?

Akiane's most famous works include;

1. The Prince of Peace painting - The face of Jesus

2. One of the gates of Heaven

3. Paintings of the light, as seen in her universe experience

4. Paintings of heavenly buildings & mansions

Check https://akiane.com/ for a collection of all her artwork from age 4 to adulthood.

I will upload some of them later in the day.
Have a great day everyone.

END OF STRUGGLES & START OF BREAKTHROUGH;

I received an unexpected invitation to fly to Chicago. To be a guest at the Oprah show. In a flash, my world changed, and everyone including my family and my acquaintances suddenly saw what my mother had seen all along. It was as if someone dissipated the fog and unveiled the scene to be discernible more clearly.

Shortly after, I was observing an endless line in a museum. Around two thousand people were waiting to see art. It took me a while to comprehend that they all came to see MY art. And it was also the day I grasped the meaning of vision, love and perseverance, appreciating my mother as my main compass navigating me throughout all the tumultuous storms of my intense art voyage.

Over my teenage years after my fourth brother was born we circled the world together through thirty countries and living in three continents, embarking upon reaching out to others who also needed guidance and inspiration. We counseled families about arts, relationships, cultures, ingenuity, and holistic education.

We collaborated in harmonizing diverse secular and spiritual groups for peaceful communication and conflict resolution and visited hundreds of schools around the globe. Our ideas helped many organizations and families shake off mediocrity and maximize their unlimited potential, and, in some cases, our insights caused tidal waves of immense pedagogical changes. One of the most significant heart projects of ours became global unity through literary, film, performing and fine arts and helping other aspiring and established artists, young and old, from all over the world to reach their dreams, because in order for our dreams to come true just one person is needed. Just one person who can believe and support our gifts and our mission. Just as it happened to me.

https://akiane.com/my-story/

ENCOUNTER CONT'D

Just like theoretical mathematicians and quantum physicists who live with another perception of the world, a separately developed sense that most of us are oblivious to, I thought I, too, possessed yet another sense, a precise and clear blueprint of the universe. Looking back at my spiritual experiences there were many unexplained manifestations, however, no other event had impacted my family as much as a baffling phenomenon witnessed one rainy spring day by so many different people when I was five, I disappeared.

Hundreds of vehicles in our small town were stopped for inspection, and my photograph was distributed throughout all local dispatches. I was able to see exactly how many police officers, state troopers, firemen, search dogs and neighbors were looking for me because of a suspected kidnapping, however nobody could see me. That’s right. Nobody. It was as if, temporarily, I was off a radar. Undetectable. I remember splitting into a myriad fragments, hundreds upon hundreds of eyes that could see in all directions and participate in many imperative planetary and extra-planetary proceedings all at the same time. Then, after many long hours, I reappeared in the midst of numerous eye-witnesses, right by the windows in the crescent shaped corridor of our house. Neither my family, nor the officers, nor I could comprehend what had really happened, nor did we discuss it any more as it carried rather distressing and inexplicable association. The only reminder of that haunting day is the stuffed Smokey bear that the police officers gave me.


After that incidence my sketches, now in color oil pastels, were on every possible flat surface of the mansion. My mother kept on guiding me to use the paper, but the paper was just too small for me. I needed much larger spaces. She was incredibly forgiving for my destructive artistic explosions and never reprimanded me for messing up the walls, the floors, the carpets, the tables, the windows, or the clothes even during the realtors’ house showings. For some reason, I did not value my paper sketches and used to throw them in a garbage. Had my mother not persistently salvaged them, none of my earlier works would be here today.



After my Dad got laid off we decided to move again, this time to Northern Idaho, the location that had been revealed in one of my visions. We continued caring for our sick Ilia, but my life changed into an unexpected direction. My mother once again started reminding me of my gifts, and before long her catchy enthusiasm revived my passion for art: my vivid visions gradually returned, and so did my dedication to art: I started getting up earlier and earlier in the morning to paint, working on larger and larger canvases, and with more and more diverse mediums.

I asked my mother to take me to the farms to sketch animals and to the stores to find human models. I remember after my first oil painting my mother gave me a big hug and declared, “Akiane, this is a masterpiece. If you do nothing more in your life, you’ve already left a legacy!” Her support was more than what I could ask for, and she gave everything she had not only to me, but to all her children and to all the people around her. She never asked anything in return.

Yet despite my mother’s complete acceptance and backing, there was one distressing predicament. She was the only one who appreciated my work. There was absolutely nobody else who recognized my budding talent. And when my mother suggested showing my art to others there was an overwhelming protest from the rest of my family. On one hand, they wholeheartedly wanted to protect me from the public eye, but, on the other hand, they could not see anything remarkable in my paintings.

After months of heated tension and negotiations my mother and I invited local people to our house just to see their response, but what we encountered was a complete indifference and cynicism. Nobody seemed to like my art. A few visitors suggested even burning all my paintings and writings. My mother did not give up. She continued bringing more and more art fans, more and more art experts, but time and again, they all saw the same: nothing out of the ordinary. My mother continued writing letters to various sponsors, organizations, agents and media in hopes that someone could see what she did. But no one shared her excitement.

Realizing that nobody, except for my mother, cherished my work, I became more and more disillusioned. One time I threw my painting in the rain outside. And as it was landing into the puddle someone caught it. Just in time. It was my mother. Out of breath she shared something, “Last night I had a strange dream. I saw thousands of people waiting for your art. The line stretched all the way to the horizon.” I wanted to believe her, to believe in my own insights of the future and to believe that I could paint something inspirational, but I was becoming more and more discouraged by apathetic and malicious reactions from virtually everyone around me.

But my mother did not give up. She kept on showering me with compliments and affection and encouraged me to persevere, to paint and to ignore all the skeptics. So spending the last savings we had on paints I tried painting again. Half-heartedly. Hesitantly. Gradually. One painting at a time. There was nobody else who was waiting for my new brushstrokes or my new visions, except for my universe and my mother, so I practiced and worked without any expectations, without any need for approval or recognition, and without any knowing what was next. I began noticing ordinary life in an extraordinary world, and extraordinary life in an ordinary world.

HER LIFE STORY & ENCOUNTER;

In 1994 our family was living in a dilapidated shack on the edge of a corn field, not too far from a huge nuclear power plant. My mother delivered me just like my older two brothers at home, underwater, by herself, without a midwife’s or doctor’s assistance. When I was born my father got suddenly very ill and nearly died, most probably from toxins in our well water and pesticides that were sprayed over our house by the crop planes. We had no kitchen, barely any furniture, except for one mattress, one chair, one small bookshelf, a few hand-made books, three pots and two iron cast pans on a portable burner. Large ugly holes and paint spots were all over the cracked plywood. The unfinished drywalls with deep cracks were our only decorations. We often washed dishes in a utility sink in our basement that was perpetually flooded.


My mother used to walk with us in our rural community in hopes of finding friends for us, but one door after another got shut in front of us. Once she even called the whole town of three thousand people and invited them to our home, but nobody came. The neighborhood we lived was rather unwelcoming: one neighbor threatened to assault us if we did not attend his church, another tried shooting our dog, another was murdered, yet another purposefully used to burn trash next to our shack causing fires we were forced to extinguish. One day in the midst of another fire alert my mother and I fell off steep run-down stairs. To this day I have a scar on my forehead from that fall.


Since my Dad’s health began rapidly declining, my mother got us a collapsible ladder to climb, and, while we played in the same tiny room, right beside us, she started a home business without any money in order to support our family. She involved all of us in her new sales endeavor: carrying me on her back in two feet high snow she walked door to door in different subdivisions and different towns selling my favorite snack—edible algae.

Within two years the business grew, and we moved into a massive ten thousand square feet Frank Lloyd mansion in Rolla, Missouri. Some of my best memories came from those four years of living there: we swam in a huge indoor pool, rode scooters along endless corridors and fished in our small lake. We loved weaving dandelion wreaths, growing butterflies from cocoons, and chasing our gigantic Newfoundland dog across the golf course hills.


Even though our library expanded to twenty thousand books I was never drawn to read. I liked actual living experiences. And since I was growing up without any relatives, what I enjoyed the most was spending time with my family. My older brothers were my best mentors and playmates, and my parents— my best role models: they always made light out of the most challenging situations. During tough times they would laugh at themselves, perform comedy skits, draw caricatures, or just tickle each other.


As soon as my father’s health improved my mother stunned everyone by suddenly quitting the business and putting our house on the market. She wanted to spend more time with us, especially me, as I needed lots of attention and guidance. Had she not made that decision, nobody would have noticed either my first shared dreams or my artistic inclinations, and without her daily support I would never have become the artist that I am today.


We did lose our library, our house, our furniture, our new playgrounds, and we did find ourselves on the edge of bankruptcy, but we gained much more—now we had our mother educating us full time. I loved her attention: she listened to me sometimes for hours at a time about the smallest details I remembered from my spectacular dreams and visions of the future and other worlds. She was the only one who believed that what I was describing was not the fabrication of my fantasies, but my real experiences, and she meticulously recorded everything in her journal.

Anas09:

Address the points I raised first.

The ones I've addressed so far;

1. The seat of Satan

2. The doctrine of Balaam.

Any further clarifications on these ones before I proceed further on the other ones?

Anas09:

Lol. This life is a dog eat dog world.

People come with prayer requests (Which is okay), for the orphans to pray for them as they give. You see it clearly that that is their reason for coming. Some even come there to do saraka.

Some come to the orphanage with cameras taking pics to post on Facebook to show the world that they are good people who give to the orphans.

Na this one wey I bold dey vex me pass. Very irritating.

LIFE AND FAMILY


1. Born on July 9th, 1994 in a shack on the edge of a cornfield in Mt. Morris, Illinois, USA.


2. Heritage: Lithuanian, Jewish, Danish, Russian, Polish, French, Hungarian and Chinese. Mother: pedagogue, lecturer, counsellor and writer. Father: hospital dietary director, chef and cooking instructor.


3. The third of five children, Akiane regards her four precocious brothers as her best friends. “I grew up without any close friends, extended family or relatives.


4. While my oldest brothers helped my art journey, my youngest brothers slowed it down. But it’s my youngest brothers who’ve kept me grounded.”


5. At four began expressing her complex visions through drawing utilizing whatever medium was found on hand: candles, fruits, vegetables, charcoal or pencils.


6. At six began experimenting with color pastels, and at seven with acrylic paints.


7. At eight completed her first five-foot long oil paintings mastering realism and holding her first solo art exhibits.


8. At nine was discovered and featured by Oprah Winfrey.


9. At ten her first book “Akiane: her life, her art, her poetry” was published by Harper-Collins-Thomas Nelson, and her unique story rapidly circled the whole world.



“Only when we are filled with light we cannot live unnoticed.”

Akiane, Age 8