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Wisely, Step 10 does not emphasize a moral inventory, which becomes too self-absorbed and self-critical, but speaks instead of a “personal inventory.” In other words, just watch yourself objectively, calmly, and compassionately. You will be able to do this from your new viewing platform and perspective as a grounded child of God. “The Spirit will help us in our weakness” (Romans 8:26). From this most positive and dignified position, we can let go of, and even easily admit, our wrongs. We are being held so strongly and so deeply that we can stop holding onto, or defending, ourselves. God forever sees and loves Christ in us; it is only we who doubt our divine identity as children of God.
We now have an implanted position and power whereby we can see ourselves calmly and compassionately, without endless digging, labeling, judging, or the rancor that we usually have toward our own imperfection. Don’t judge, just look can be our motto— and now, with the very eyes of God. That will awaken consciousness, and then things will usually take care of themselves, with even the least bit of honesty and courage. A wonderful Indian Jesuit, Anthony de Mello (1931–1987), used to say, “Awareness, awareness, awareness!”…
… To be fully conscious would be to love everything, on some level and in some way—even our mistakes. To love is to fall into full consciousness, which is contemplative, non-dualistic, and includes everything—even “the last enemy to be destroyed, which is death itself” (1 Corinthians 15:26). That is why we must, absolutely must, love!
-BREATHING UNDER WATER SPIRITUALITY AND THE TWELVE STEPS, RICHARD ROHR
Be The Moment of Gold you dream of
and rise again -
preceding your creation of
love consciously -
without reservation
Popped the drone up for a bit of practice this afternoon. The light was good, so I chose the ND4/PL filter. I remain quite self-conscious when I fly, so was careful to keep the drone out over the water and practice manoeuvring from there, so as to minimise disturbance.
The Moorings at Metung, the main white building pictured here, is built on the site of an old boat-builders and also a place where flying boats moored during WW2.
Adrienne was conscious, but the world moved in slow motion—distorted, dreamlike. Her skull throbbed. Silence pressed against her ears. She blinked. Tried to rise. Failed. Where was she?
Reality slowly came into focus. Think! She scanned the chaos around her—twisted metal, scorched walls, debris. To her left… Kayla. Laying still. Breathing. She was bleeding. Relief surged, then vanished. Adrienne forced herself upright, staggering, dazed.
Then she saw him—Edlon. One of the Arcturians. Memory flickered: she and Kayla had been preparing to leave. Then the explosion.
She crawled to Kayla. Unmoving, but a pulse. “Kayla,” she whispered, then louder. No response. She patted her cheek. “Wake up.”
Adrienne reached for Edlon’s wrist. No pulse. But did Arcturians even have one there? She didn’t know. His skin was paler than usual—eerily so.
She cradled Kayla’s head. A gash. Panic clawed at her throat. She had to stop the bleeding. She tore a strip of cloth and wrapped it around Kayla’s head. Too loose. Not enough.
A crewman burst through the passage, skidded to a halt. His eyes widened. “Get to an escape pod! The ship is entering Earth’s atmosphere. It will burn up. No time!” He vanished down the corridor.
Adrienne’s heart pounded. She had to jump. Had to take Kayla.
Then—she remembered. The data slate. Coordinates to the reptilian sites. Edlon had given it to her. Where—? She scanned the wreckage, spotted it, snatched it up.
She turned back to Kayla—and froze.
Kayla was fading. Her outline shimmered, dissolving.
“NO!” Adrienne screamed.
In seconds, Kayla was gone.
Adrienne collapsed to her knees, staring at the empty space. Disbelief. Horror.
The ship groaned around her. Metal shrieked. Smoke thickened, choking. The floor trembled. A deafening crash as a bulkhead collapsed. Intense heat.
This wasn’t real. Couldn’t be real!
She scrambled through the wreckage, calling Kayla’s name. Searching. Hoping.
But Kayla was nowhere. Just… gone.
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[j]ust as the myths still live on in ghostly life as fables after they have died as real meaning, so the old rhythmic consciousness of Nature (it should rather be called participation than a consciousness) lives on as the tradition of metrical form. We can only understand the origin of metre by going back to the ages when men were conscious, not merely in their heads, but in the beating of their hearts and the pulsing of their blood—when thinking was not merely of Nature, but was Nature herself.
-Owen Barfield, Poetic Diction, 157.
MediaCity, Salford Quays
Just on the way back to the car park, another spot by Mrs R. The office block on the corner opposite the Lowry Theatre. Many offices left with the lights on showing the interiors... clearly the media world isn't energy conscious!
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Yesterday's visit by Storm Arwen found one photographer in Cornwall doing two things he wouldn't usually dream of. Firstly, he set out without his tripod, intentionally at that, and secondly he was in the car by noon, hours before sunset even at this time of year. It was the beginning of a strange and exhilarating couple of hours in the company of the storm.
I almost always head for Portreath when the weather gets exciting, partly because it's so close to home, but also because it offers a couple of handily placed objects that always grab the attention here. If you look at the other shots in this album you'll see plenty of images of the famous Monkey Hut, rebuilt for no apparent reason other than as a seascape photography subject after the winter storms of 2014. It's less often that I train the lens on the megalith of Gull Rock, planted by giants in the middle of the sea a few hundred yards from the shoreline here. Wondering how big it is? Zoom into the top right hand corner and that herring gull will give you a better idea.
As you drive towards the coast on a day like this, you gradually sense the ramping up of the elements; trees sway ever more wildly as you approach your destination. You open and close the car doors with two hands, praying the wind doesn't rip them from you as you watch them smash into the side of the vehicle you park next to. From the main drag of the village you catch glimpses of the angry sea, with occasional columns of spray drifting towards you along the harbour front.
Yesterday I'd decided on an hour at most. I'd then go home and drink coffee as I pored over the results. I'd attached the 70-200, and at the very last moment popped the 100-400 into the bag as backup. As is so often the case, the moment I was ready to shoot, the sun disappeared, taking the contrast and what colours there were with it. I'd decided a fast shutter speed was important to what I wanted to achieve, hence the absence of the tripod, and taken the ISO to a place I usually prefer not to go to. As I pointed the camera towards the sea, a volley of foam flew towards me like snow, and throughout the episode I found myself continually turning my back to the scene to protect the camera. Almost immediately it became apparent that more reach was needed - it's always fun trying to change lenses in a storm, or at least so I feel when I'm not actually doing it. In the moments when I could shoot, I'd turn and face the sea, looking for big waves to focus on in rapid bursts.
A while passed and I decided I was done, so began my walk back to the car, only for the sunshine to return as I reached for the keys in my pocket. The prospect of coffee and brunch were deeply embedded in my conscious by now, but I reflected on what was almost certainly a poor collection of images on the SD card and turned around, hastening my stride back to the beach before the sun disappeared once more. Suddenly those dull waves were sporting glowing white crests; suddenly the scene had come alive. I set up by the breakwater once more, facing the regular blasts from flying sand and foam across the beach. I was joined by another photographer who was braving it with his Hasselblad film camera on a tripod, attempting the seemingly impossible with a long exposure. If you don't try, you don't succeed and nobody needs to know how many times you failed after all - even though we all do from our own experiences.
From time to time I'd move my focus from the sea, to the Monkey Hut, to Gull Rock, losing track of exactly how many exposures I'd made. Later on at home I recoiled in horror at the number of shots I'd have to sift through - 582 times I'd clicked the shutter in this briefest of outings. A serious cull was needed and before I'd even downloaded them onto the PC I'd reduced that number to 460. Of those, 285 were taken before the half time oranges in the dull light So I disregarded them completely and downloaded just 175, eventually refining my selection to 74. It's so much easier going out to shoot a calm sea with a big ND filter because there's only time to take a handful of shots. 74 is still enough to cause a lot of confusion.
As I looked more closely at the final selection, two things became clear. Firstly, I should have taken the tripod. Those waves really could have been a bit sharper and I struggle to focus my handheld shots with such a big focal length. Answers on a postcard please. Secondly, it seems that a sorcerer, lit up by the sun and almost 100 feet tall lives in the sea beside Gull Rock. Can you see his pointy hat and his long nose? It's worth coming here in a storm just to see what shapes those enormous plumes develop for fleeing seconds as the waves crash into the rock. There will be plenty more shapes in the coming months as the sorcerer contorts and bends his form in the winter storms that are yet to batter the coast here.
I have always granted myself the freedom to exercise artistic license and pursue whatever brings me joy. Currently, digital AI artwork fulfills that purpose, at least for the time being.
Generative AI
Liberamente ispirata all'arte di Hans Ruedi Giger, questa creazione digitale mi mostra il pesce inquietante che si aggira nel mio inconscio, o sub-conscio acquatico, ed emerge quando perdo il controllo. O forse emerge quando mi controllo: di questo non sono ben sicura: in quanto del pesce inquietante nulla so, mi sembra di essere una persona così banale e prevedibile!
Loosely inspired by the art of Hans Ruedi Giger, this digital creation shows me the disturbing fish that lurks in my unconscious, or aquatic sub-conscious, and emerges when I lose control. Or perhaps it emerges when I control myself: I'm not sure about this: as I know nothing about the disturbing fish, I seem to be such a banal and predictable person!
Bing Image Creator
Your life is the sum result of all the choices you make, both consciously and unconsciously. If you can control the process of choosing, you can take control of all aspects of your life. You can find the freedom that comes from being
~Robert F. Bennett
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“...you know, one good apple can spoil the rest,” Colonel Korn concluded with conscious irony.”
― Joseph Heller, Catch-22
The old Ford pickup and the even older gasoline pump (with one of those glass globes and a printed warning that the globe must be full at the beginning and end of pumping) are stationed here between the apple picking fields and the farm store of this bustling business. Plenty of people take photos, as intended, and especially family selfies. So how could I resist?
“Unfortunately there can be no doubt that man is, on the whole, less good than he imagines himself or wants to be. Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual’s conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. At all counts, it forms an unconscious snag, thwarting our most well-meant intentions.” - Carl Jung
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Double exposure over expired
Tesco ISO 400 film (Repackaged Solaris colour fg400)
Original pictures were taken summer 2002 by my sister, and unknowingly double exposed by myself in november 2024.
This and the pictures posted over the next few days are an exploration of our past that has forced us to confront some difficult truths.
Please see the album description for a more in-depth explanation.
Happiness: there are a series of rules, and if you fail to follow them, your conscious mind will refuse to accept the idea that you're happy.
Paulo Coelho
He stays in the hole in the corner. It smells like crack. Brendan saw the lighter flick. We didn't stay long.
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Further up close and personal flash fun, in and around the streets of London, the thick glass of the glasses drew me in, for Conscious Stream.
Using a loaner M10 as the Reporter is still back in Germany being fixed!
I consciously offered her this reflection in the background as a context to let her thoughts flee because I was so taken with her glance. It would have been even better if the elevated railway had just gone up ... unfortunately it wasn't.
It is amazing that this doll exudes (despite its slight damages...or maybe because of that? ) more feeling than people who pay a lot of money to look artificial.
"be conscious of yourself as consciousness alone.
Watch all the thoughts come and go.
Come to the conclusion, by direct experience, that you are really consciousness itself, not its ephemeral contents.
Clouds come and go in the sky. But the appearance and disappearance of the clouds doesn't affect the sky.
Your real nature is like the sky, - like space. Just remain like the sky. Let thought clouds come and go. If you cultivate this attitude of indifference towards the mind, gradually you'll cease to identify yourself with it.
Annamalai Swami
When we look at the sky, it looks very colourful, depending on when we look at it. We, almost all, can recognize all colours, except colour blinds.Some colour blinds can not see the colours at all, and some of them can not see some colours. Some animals see the colours like us, and some of them just see some colours. We are, almost all, not shape-blind. We can see shapes how as is, and we can feel them with our hands, but there are some people they can not recognize some shapes.They have lost the data, history, behind the shapes. When they see some shapes, they don't make any sense for them.
Speculation:
it might be true what I have written before under one of my pictures: " Human is a biological machine with a computer and following some rules”. The rules are these which relate to genes and subconscious - conscious parts of our mind.
Variations in heart rate have a lot potential to write a lot of codes. Emotions, like anxiety, fear, anger, sexual desire and joy, can cause a person's heart rate to change. Body might use a different system ( more-digits system), not a binary system ( two-digit system) that a computer use, to save the data which contain our emotions.
As a conclusion, we can say that who has a healthy heart can store a lot of memories, like a more colourful sky. To have that, we have to make a lot of sports.
RAW file edited in View NX-i, additional adjustments to fill light and clarity added in Corel Paintshop Pro.
There is a very subtle but obvious yin-yang division in the composition. Not something I noticed, consciously, at the time, but very in-your-face in the resulting image. And, a diagonal visual line: I swear my brain has some sort of programming that makes me incorporate diagonals into my compositions!
Ive made a conscious effort this week to get out with the camera after mincing about in the house for what seems like a lifetime on a weekend so as the tide was high and the sky was looking stormy i decided to dive down to St.Marys after work. I started on the beach to the left and passed the time waiting for long exposures by watching a family being rescued by the RNLI who were also watched on by the Marine Rescue and police behind me! I honestly thought if that happened you just had to sit it out but it seems not.
After running out of beach pretty much i clambered back up to the causeway end and met another photographer called John aka Festcu who was really canny. After chatting for a bit he left and the light was fading fast, infact it was getting dark so i went down the ramp and took this 5 min exposure using a Hoya ND8 and Lee 0.9 SE Grad.
Processing wise i didnt have to do much apart from straighten the lighthouse which im convinced is pissed and i dropped the Saturation to around -30. I added a few more adjustments in Colour Efex 4 before running through Topaz Denoise. Ive also cropped the shot compared to the original based on feedback on Facebook.
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Vibrazioni del campo elettromagnetico a diverse frequenze si sovrappongono nella nostra retina e scatenano delle incredibili risonanze fra le sinapsi del nostro cervello, fino a diventare forme e colori... questa è la percezione della realtà del nostro io conscio, e una parte di questa percezione diventa inconsciamente bellezza
Nuvole al tramonto, foto di qualche tempo fa, Pale di San Martino, Trentino
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We can consciously become sensitive to our own energy fields, and we can manipulate this energy to increase our sense of pleasure and enhance our spirituality. When we admire something, our energy expands to encompass the object of our desire. We are more open and receptive. The essential principle is -if we are open, and ask, we shall receive.
It is an interesting experiment to try this for yourself -fill a room with your energy, imagine it in whichever way suits you. Make the energy thick like a fog, the diffuse like soft mist. Expand outwards; cover your house, town, country to the universe itself! Then constrict it into a tiny point of awareness inside your body.
Your ability to perceive your energy field will develop as you practice noticing how you react on an energetic level. By consciously expanding energy fields (and you can use whatever inspires you to facilitate this) you can tune into t he pleasure and sense of well-being it evokes. During conflict, a challenging time to practice this, expanding your energy field will certainly have a calming, healing effect.
Allow spirit to touch your soul! This creates a certain energy (like brain waves or magnetic force) which attracts guidance in the form of synchronicity and dreams.
The Fog. Nellie Vin. Limited Edition. Color. Film.
Many years ago now I made the conscious decision to stop "taking" photos and instead started "making" photos. In subtle ways I think this choice has played an important role in my growth as a photographer and helped steer how I look at and think about my photography. In that vein, I think I am going to make a new decision regarding how I think/talk about my photography. I am no longer going to call it "work". It just isn't at all accurate. My photography is never work. Sometimes it takes effort or dedication or perseverance but it isn't work. Often there is sweat and sometimes blood involved but it still isn't work. Photography outings may leave me exhausted physically but not in the same way work can. Nor do I look at it as work in the business sense. Sure I market or license or sell the occasional image, but I could scarcely have less interest in doing so. It is not my day job... or even my night job. I try to get out of my own way when opportunities come to me, but given the choice between "building my business" or spending a Sunday out waiting on a 10 minute exposure to finish while watching clouds drift across the sky and listening to the breeze blow the tree branches over my head... well, I'll be somewhere out there 10 times out of 10.
So why do I call what I do work then? Largely because it has never occurred to me to think about the use of that word before now. And if it isn't work, then what is it? I am not really sure. Often it is a form of play. Sometimes it is an affirmation. While at other times it is a way to be alive. It is definitely passion and it is also curiosity. It is about beauty and wonder. It can be any of those things but also more, or other. But I know it is not work. I gotta stop calling it that. And there is no harm in simply calling it photography. It is that, without a doubt. Calling it photography is certainly more accurate for me than calling it work.
So you might ask, why does it matter? Well, "matters" works on a scale. There are big things that matter a lot and then there are little things that matter a little, and of course there are all sorts of in between. I cannot tell you that this will matter all that much, but it feels a bit more right. And just as when I stopped taking photos, it may require some time before I can really sense how such a minor realignment in speech and thought will play out. And beside, many grand tapestries are woven of very small threads so even if this is but a small thread it plays a role in a much larger picture which is my life as a photographer. And that to me definitely matters.
Anyway, just some thoughts to share that occurred to me on my lunch break today. Been carrying these around for the past several hours now and had to set them down somewhere. This caption seemed as good a spot as any.
Horseman SW612
Kodak Portra 160
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"Para sonhar um ano novo que mereça este nome, você, meu caro, tem de merecê-lo, tem de fazê-lo novo, eu sei que não é fácil, mas tente, experimente, consciente.
É dentro de você que o Ano Novo cochila e espera desde sempre."
(Carlos Drumond de Andrade)
Beijos em seu coração com muito carinho e amizade,
Celisa
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"To dream of a new year worth the name, you, my dear, you must earn it, you have to do it again, I know it's not easy, but try, try, consciously.
It is within you that the New Year slumbers and waits forever. "
(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)
Kisses in your heart with great affection and friendship,
Celisa
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"Pour rêver d'une nouvelle année digne de ce nom, vous, ma chère, vous devez le gagner, vous devez le faire encore, je sais que c'est pas facile, mais essayer, essayer, consciemment.
Il est en vous que le sommeil du Nouvel An et attend toujours. "
(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)
Bisous dans votre cœur avec l'amour et l'amitié,
Celisa
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"Al sueño de un nuevo año que se precie, usted, mi querido, debe ganar, tienes que hacerlo de nuevo, sé que no es fácil, pero intentar, intentar, de manera consciente.
Está dentro de ti que el sueño de Año Nuevo y espera siempre ".
(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)
Besos en tu corazón con el amor y la amistad,
Celisa
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"Al sogno di un nuovo anno degna di questo nome, tu, mia cara, devi guadagnare, dovete farlo di nuovo, io so che non è facile, ma provare, provare, consapevolmente.
E 'dentro di voi che i sonni di Capodanno e aspetta sempre ".
(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)
Baci nel tuo cuore con amore e amicizia,
Celisa