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Name: Alyce
Country: United States
State: Louisiana
Metro: Lake Charles
Birthday: 5/30/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: creation as a whole: outdoors, trees, flowers, sports, camping, animals, activeness, sitting, sleeping, people, talking, watching the stars, observing people, music, lyrics, books, photography, family, movies...
Expertise: Ask me a question and I will answer it leaving you baffled! (whether or not I answered it correctly, I may just give you an original 'Alyce randomocity')
Occupation: Student
Industry: I've heard it called professio
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
9/20/2005
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| "What Dreams May Come""You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into the Twilight Zone."
The Twilight Zone, my favorite show.
The lines between dream and reality, imagination and actuality are often blurred. I've had many experiences resembling this type of Twilight Zone 5th dimension (maybe not quite as bizarre). Most have to do with my dreaming patterns.
-my dreams become reality; almost as prophecy
-my dreams are lucidly acted out while still sleeping (I guess it could be called sleep walking)
-my dreams are so real to me that I wake up and continue the dream in reality
*****PRESS PLAY before reading!!!!>>>
This is just the most recent experience. At around 4 am this morning, my eyelids opened wide to the sound of my doorbell. Frightened, I woke up and tiptoed to the door. I looked for shadows in the shape of bodies at the door to no avail. The condensation on the windows made the situation even more spooky. It was a nice setup for a thriller or horror movie. I peered through the blinds and could see only portions of the still night between the drops of water on the windows. I dared not to open the door, because I had seen enough movies and read enough emails to know that's the last thing I should do as a female home alone. I walked back to my bed with the comfort of safety in an activated alarm system. As I closed my eyes, I remembered I was dreaming about a friend coming over. I remembered the last bit of my dream was watching this friend from an angle in my dream walking up the walkway and raising her finger towards the doorbell. I realized the entire sequence of events prior to closing my eyes was a result of a dream...a result of my mind blurring the line between dream and reality, imagination and actuality. I am a person of many dreams, usually vivid. I can appreciate my active imagination, and have learned to allow myself to be entertained when things such as this happen. I can laugh at myself as long as I can redefine these blurred lines and thin borders. Ah, the amusement of rest.  | | |
| My Heart In Instrumental MusicI wish I could play an instrument so I could play my heart.
Instead, I’m forced to reduce what’s inside to letters and
numbers.
Then, try communicating it in a way others can understand.
My vocabulary isn’t what it should be to be able to do this.
Actually, the english language isn’t meticulous enough.
I’d rather find one who can exhaustively comprehend what’s
in my eyes, my tones, my manurisms, my intent, my heart…
Rather than try to share bits and scatter wholeness with
many friends.
I’ll never find what I’m looking for, because such a friend
no longer exists as human.
Such a friend exists only through faith, only in hope.
I am the instrument being played; the music is from this friend's heart. This friend lives in me and through me.
Guides me and holds me.
This friend is my strength, power, and understanding.
This friend is your friend too with belief in your heart.
Just say it and you can have this friend loving you.
Live it and this friend will bless you.
Build it and know intimacy.
It’s what I’ve always wanted.
And it’s what you’ve been looking for.
Love. Who is love? God is love.
1 John 4:8
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| "Purpose"Here's a blurb of my recent, less than amateur, attempt at writing. It's more like dotted thoughts written down.
(I think and speak in dots and not many people can connect the dots of my ideas and make sense out of them)
"Purpose"
What is it...life so beautiful...to lay waste the time given?
Surrender the gifts...what the Spirit seeks, the mind leaks.
The distraction of such a contradicting battle...live to die, die to live.
Desires placed, needs provided.
Taken for granted to experience the senses...designed to inspire, offered to motivate.
Pleasure sought, satisfaction found...fulfillment lost, purpose bound.
Cherish life so beautiful, so fleeting, so meaningful, so testing...such joy!
What is it to showcase talents practiced?
What is it to develop something doubted...it is nothing.
What is it...life so beautiful...to be anyone, to do anything, to go anywhere with You?
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| Alyce's Googled Lifespan
This would be what I found on the internet when I googled "Alyce" images.
It's pretty entertaining when you want to take a break from the monotony of life.
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| Happy Mardi Gras!!
 This would be one of the many pictures from the 'Mardi Gras Outreach' I went on this year. Everyone else on the team was 2-by-2ing while we handed out doughnuts and coffee to the just waking up students at UTArlington. We had 6 teams scattered across Texas campuses and 1 stayed back home in Lafayette to keep drunken, urine-filled passer-buys from peeing on our building (to outreach and sell coffee, too). This trip makes my 3rd Mardi Gras Outreach, and I would have to say it was the best yet! The team gelled and cultured into 1 organism working to help each other in reaching the campus and the XA students there. I mean think about it, 15 or so college student of all walks of life spending 6 days in more than close proximity together could have been messy. Me and a guy, not in this picture, cooked for s.e.v.e.n., yes 7, hours Tuesday (Mardi Gras) in preparation for this Mardi Gras bash. We definitely grew in our kitchen abilities and patience endurance. It was supposed to be a Cajun culture expo, so we cooked 3 different Cajun dishes and had King Cake for dessert (which is pretty much a really, really big rolled up cinnamon roll baked into a ring with a kind of custard filling inside and icing dripped on top with purple, green, and gold sugar as decoration).
The best part about the trip was being a part of my teammate's lives, watching them grow, allowing them to challenge me, and seeing Jesus work through them. Of course we giggled till our socks came off and our faces and sides hurt, but that just comes with the territory. I stayed up till 4:30 in the morning just pillow talking with the girls and having to endure unwanted cuddling from the girl sleeping next to me. We experienced a gelling (or bonding if you will) like nothing that I've seen or experienced before. It really was amazing! People who I would have never thought would go out on campus and boldly do 2-by-2 contact evangelism rocked at it...with confidence in the message they were presenting, compassion in the love they had to offer, and relevancy in facilitating the conversation! The XA students at UTA were encouraged and helped open our eyes to campus ministry diversity seeing that 80% of the 26,000 student population are commuters. This campus is extremely difficult in respects to trying to get some sort of involvement and ownership from the campus environment. The student go to school 30-45 minutes away from where they live, go home, work, do homework, and wait till the weekend to interact with other people. South Louisiana is a whole different country compared to the rest of the U.S....seriously! I've been to campuses in Louisiana, Texas, Arizona, Philadelphia, talked with people from all across the country, and every strategy from campus to campus is different. Only one underlying truth remains constant, the Gospel is our message and love is what we have to offer!
Here's a shout out to my peoples from Arizona that I met in Greece! And to Krystal, I miss you!!! Love y'all! 
Now sing with me!! You know you know this song!!
25 years of my life and still
I'm trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this
Brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
To get it all out what's in my head
Then I start feeling a little peculiar
So I wake in the morning and I step
Outside I take deep breath
I get real high
Then I scream from the top of my lungs
What's goin' on
And I say hey...
And I say hey what's goin' on
And I say hey...
I said hey what's goin' on
And I try, oh my God do I try
I try all the time
In this institution
And I pray, oh my God do I pray
I pray every single day
For a revolution
So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in my bed
To get it all out what's in my head
Then I start feeling a little peculiar
So I wake in the morning and I step outside
I take a deep breath then I get real high
Then I scream from the top of my lungs
What's goin' on
And I say hey...
And I say hey what's goin' on
And I say hey...
I said hey what's goin' on
And I say hey...
And I say hey what's goin' on
And I say hey...
I said hey what's goin' on
25 years of my life and still
I'm trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
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