The Second Apparition On June 13, 1917 the three seers were joined by about 50 people as they awaited the Lady’s next promised visit. Again, the children saw a flash of light followed by the apparition of Mary.
As the Universal Catholic Church has begun to put in place numerous festivities marking the commemoration of the 100th anniversary of the Apparition of Our Blessed Mother Mary to three little children in Fatima Portugal
Despite the heavy rainfall, the team from the NRL-Digicel Pacific Outreach programme were still able to pull in some fit, willing and able Mums to take part in their Mother’s Day Event.
King Giuki’s burg was bustling with excitement. Darkness had fallen but the streets were alive with people and lights. It was the first night of the full moon and tonight Prince Gunnar’s bride was expected to arrive.
The mead hall of King Giuki was filled with the sounds of music and laughter. At his table, the king sat smiling, his horn in his hand and his eyes fixing themselves upon each of his sons in turn.
“What is ailing you girl?” the Queen asked sharply as her daughter dropped her spindle for the fifth time that morning. “You cannot seem to concentrate on your work!”
The sun was low in the sky when sounds of laughter and the galloping of horses filled the air. Gundrun, the daughter of King Giuki, looked up from her spinning and through the open door caught a glimpse of the men returning from the hunt.
The young woman sat alone beneath the shade of a tall fir tree some distance from the castle. She was dressed in fine robes which were embroidered in golden thread and her white neck gleamed with precious stones, but the soft blue eyes were glazed and distant and the pale brow was marred by an uneasy frown.
The trees towered over her, their leaves rustling in hushed tones far above. She looked down at the bow in her hand, and realized that there was a quiver of arrows strapped to her back and a dagger in a golden sheath at her waist.
The young man sat upon the bed of stone, his gaze drinking in the beauty of the maiden who slept at his side. From the auburn curls that fell over her pillow to the slender hands that lay uncurled upon her chest, Brynhild was exquisite.
The treasure of Fafnir the dragon, gleamed in the light of the rising moon and at the cave’s entrance, a grin spread across the old blacksmith’s face. At last the treasure was his. All his. He had done well in plotting the destruction of his brother Fafnir and ensuring the death of Sigurd.
It’s happening just about every day. Everywhere we look in the world, there is suffering, losses and unimaginable pain. There are deaths right, left and centre. Terrorism has changed the way we live and the world we live in.
Re: Study hits out at violence Really, the church obviously isn’t working - look around Samoa, people are merely hiding behind it and everyone knows it. It’s the desperation of people stressed out by all the stupid monetary customs putting pressure on the family budget.
The growing number of alcohol-related deaths is alarming. Hardly a month goes by without several incidents where precious lives are wasted due to alcohol abuse and drinking sessions gone wrong. What can we as a country do to stop these unnecessary deaths? What is your solution? Ilia L. Likou asked in today’s Street Talk and this is what people said:
Think a minute…This is a true story about a boy who dreamed of sailing around the world living a life of adventure on the sea.
GREGOR PAUL FAN CLUB Don’t you just love the New Zealand Herald rugby writer, Gregor Paul?
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