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There is a certain kind of magic in a steam locomotive streaking across the high plains. It converts wood or coal and water into steam and only when there is enough steam is she powerful enough to send those fourteen wheels of cast-iron racing along at high-speed. 

  • Do you experience a steaming locomotive as magical?

    • Yes
    • No

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Written by Andre Hartslief


Hello, I’m Andre’ Hartslief, Tranquilpen© 2008 “I finally discovered, that man’s whole purpose, is not to do the right things in life or to be good, to be successful or famous. Our entire purpose in life is to express divinity unto everyone and everything. How we do that, is by transforming ourselves completely, from an old state of existence to a new state and if we start removing those limitations piece by piece, It is only, then, that the Creator of the universe and all life, will begin to express himself, unbridled through us.


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    • There sure is something magical and you should go and do it Carol! I was lucky enough to have been on many steam train rides in my younger days both for fun and a couple of times as an on-duty cop. I once had to escort a dangerous Zimbabwean caucasian male felon to the South-African Zimbabwean border to stand trial on several serious charges including bank robbery housebreaking and aggravated assault on a woman. Try sleeping on a three-day long trip, guarding a desperate and dangerous man. If anything, it takes a wild trip like that to re-affirm your faith in God’s power of protection, and as I recall, also the unfathomable power of forgiveness. The young man at the final stage, of his journey, decided to apologize for inconveniencing me and how the criminal events leading up to this last case had really been a continuous downward spiral leading off from a fairly normal life and the one huge mistake he should have handled differently. He asked me to forgive him as a member of the human race. I told him, that Jesus forgave murderers on the cross and that while I forgive him unconditionally, the one thing he needed to do was to live a repentant life from that moment onward. After handing him over to my Zimbabwean colleague on the Zim side of the rail line, he stopped, turned around and asked me what my name was and I told him it was Andre’ and said, thanks for listening.

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