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In many ways I believe we receive messages from God. I have received many that I was blind to, or just did not "get the message". These were missed opportunities to grow as a person.


I have mentioned before I am not religious. Personally think it is the worse thing that ever happened to "God". But, I am VERY spiritual. I believe finding The Fur Den was one of the gifts that God has given me.


This email I received today, I believe was a message from God. I hope I listen.







This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.








Have you ever watched kids


On a merry-go-round?


Or listened to the rain


Slapping on the ground?


Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?


Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?


You better slow down.


Don't dance so fast.


Time is short.


The music won't last.




Do you run through each day


On the fly?


When you ask How are you?


Do you hear the reply?


When the day is done!


Do you lie in your bed


With the next hundred chores


Running through your head?


You'd better slow down


Don't dance so fast.


Time is short.


The music won't last.




Ever told your child,


We'll do it tomorrow?


And in your haste,


Not see his sorrow?


Ever lost touch,


Let a good friendship die


Cause you never had time


To call and say,"Hi"


You'd better slow down.


Don't dance so fast.


Time is short.


The music won't last.




When you run so fast to get somewhere


You miss half the fun of getting there.


When you worry and hurry through your day,


It is like an unopened gift....


Thrown away.


Life is not a race.


Do take it slower


Hear the music


Before the song is over.

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A poor life this if full of care

we have no time to stop and stare?


no time to stand beneath the boughs

and stare as long as sheep and cows


no time to see when woods we pass

where squirrels hide their nuts in grass


no time to see in broad daylight

streams full of stars like skies at night


no time to turn at beautys glance

and watch her feet, how they can dance


no time to wait till her mouth can

enrich that smile her eyes began?


A poor life this if full of care

we have no time to stop and stare


I thnk thats how it goes

W.H. Davies



not disimlar sentiments.


Especially meaningful though that those words were wriiten by a terminally ill girl.


We should all remember however; life itself is terminal. And yet it isnt. Every atom that was here at the dawn of time is still here. Everything dies; yet nothing truly does.

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I'll take it from a scientific perspective, and correct me if I'm wrong. It's said that energy can neither be created nor destroyed, and what are humans but big ol' bundles of energy? Makes you think of what happens to us after we bite the eternal taco.....

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8) I think the best I saw when I was a teenager walking with my Mother dressed in her Black Fox fur through an old cementry was on a Grave stone


Rember me as you walk by,


As you are now so once was I


Life is so Short, Dont let it go by.


As I am now soon may you be.



I touched my mothers arm felt her soft fur coat excite me, and from then on I vowed to became a lover fur and wear fur around my body..which I did and do to this day.


Many years later in Scotland near Wick I found the same or similar inscription, on a wall grave in a Ruined Castle, at dusk on a mild summers night, whilst wearing a Sable full length coat for my scothish friend.


It said:-


Remember Me as you walk by

As you are now so once was I,

As I am now soon you will be,

Remember me as you walk by.


My Scotish Friend made sure that Id remember him as I passed by, as he said after wed had such wonderful pleasuer it was Gods hand that guided him to me.


So Remember Me in Furs as you glide by,

I chose to be in furs as I am now

To pleasure myself and thy.



Lots of Fur to the People

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It's a shame our society doesn't want to take the time to read what has been written.........hury,hurry,hurry to go nowhere.....and when it's too late they realize it, they got to their destination...nowhere.

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