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For it was in Him that all things were created, in heaven and on earth, things seen and things unseen, whether thrones, dominions, rulers, or authorities; all things were created and exist through Him [by His service, intervention] and in and for Him.
And He Himself existed before all things, and in Him all things consist (cohere, are held together). Colossians 1: 16-17 (AMP)
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She jumped—fast and clean—away from Adrienne’s place, slipping away before the reptilian watchers could reach her. The jump took her to her shelter.
Carved into solid rock deep within the Earth millions of years ago, the shelter had long served as her sanctuary. It had weathered the last great war with the reptilians, a conflict so brutal it nearly erased all life. In its aftermath, she and the few remaining survivors had fled underground, seeking refuge in places like this.
Her sanctuary was different, absolutely secure… a sealed cavern with no doors, no tunnels, no outside trace. Only accessible by jump.
This one was hers. The walls, once raw stone, bore the marks of habitation—smooth surfaces, warm lighting, a quiet comfort. She felt it immediately: the pulse of familiarity, the whisper of belonging. Though empty, the space was not untouched. Someone had been here. Recently.
She scanned the room. Notes and maps littered the table. A laptop sat open, humming softly. Adrienne’s, no doubt. Nearby: a backpack, a pistol, a half-drunk glass of wine. On the screen, a map of the Four Corners region blinked—evidence of a search. Maybe they had located the reptilian nest?
Her heart thudded. They’d been here. Her other self. Adrienne. Proof of survival. A rush of relief flooded her.
But where were they now?
No VDD signals. No trace. If they’d jumped while she was in this timeline, she would’ve picked up the activity on her VDD.
She poured herself a glass of wine, the ritual grounding her. Then she curled into the sofa, Adrienne’s notes in hand—dense, handwritten, cryptic.
Other pages catalogued missing persons, UFO sightings, paranormal anomalies. The region was alive with mystery.
The top page bore map coordinates, underlined and marked with a single word: “mound.” She smiled, A clue, she thought.
Adrienne's handwriting was maddening—modern script, erratic and stylized. She squinted, reread, deciphered. Slowly, the words began to cohere. But fatigue crept in, and the wine dulled her focus. Lines blurred. Sentences looped. She read the same passage three times before surrendering.
Sleep took her gently, like a tide pulling her into the deep.
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and the daily grind
week in week out
turn up for work
turn your brain off
don't ask
do as asked
cooperate
conform
cohere
behave
be grateful
...
surviving
existing
between the life you want
and the life you have
SWERVE, the August 2024 exhibition by Scylla Rhiadra @ Nitroglobus Main hall
- Swerve = to turn aside, deviate in movement from the straight or direct course -
Scylla is a well-known and respected artist, and I am glad she said yes when I invited her to exhibit at Nitroglobus. I asked her to make something ‘different’ and she sure did. The images of this exhibition show a more daring and close to the skin side of Scylla. I love it!
Take your time to read her extensive explanation, a must to understand the meaning of the art shown. OR if you have no patience just walk/cam around and enjoy.
Dido Haas, owner/curator Nitroglobus
My sincere thanks to David Silence for creating the classy poster based on an image of Scylla.
***
Opening party: Monday, 5 August 12 PM SLT
Music by Livio Korobase
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Explanation/Description by the artist:
We swim through a torrential downpour of plummeting atoms that crowd the void of space. They fall, sometimes swerving from their course and colliding with others, cohering into new clumps of matter or ricocheting off each other in unpredictable ways. In this world there are no gods, only matter and motion. It is a universe of endless change, of birth, decay, death, and rebirth in new forms. Nothing is eternal or immortal except the atoms themselves.
This is our world, for we too are clumps of atoms, and their nature is our nature. What we call "free will" is merely a function of atomic swerve; as atoms collide, connect, or repel, so also do we, driven by the irresistible laws of matter. Pleasure is an illusion and desire a trap. From incoherent matter are we sprung, and we are mere transients, shifting, changing, decaying, until we return to it with death.
We are the stuff of stars.
And we are dust and dung.
Scylla
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This exhibition is inspired by "W," a lengthy philosophical and proto-scientific poem composed in the 1st century BCE by the Epicurean Roman poet Titus Lucretius Carus. Atheistic, mechanistic, and materialist, written "in his lucid moments" by a man who supposedly had been driven mad by a love potion administered by a besotted lover, "De Rerum Natura" has always been seen as a deeply dangerous poem, associated with madness, suicide, and obscenity.
De Rerum Natura tells us of a clockwork universe in which the only real meaning adheres to the atoms that are everywhere falling in seemingly chaotic, swerving patterns of creation and destruction.
It tells us of ourselves
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The edge of the rise prior to the sprawling Iron Age site of Ulaca is alive with vivid boulders. The shot is taken from before the sites final rise and so still high above the fluvial plane below. One has a throne carved into its top, and the way the natural mineral erratic's, some visible on the horizon of this image, are 'appropriated' by culture and passage coheres with other iron age sites in the greater area.
The site features a sauna, and as you sit in its two well worn stone-carved chairs (see later), aside the larger and still steamy 'changing room', you 'hear' the conviviality and sweat of a pre Roman spirit of cleanliness and pride. The sauna is a practical space that is described on Wiki Fr as an 'initiation' space. If a community of a sample 500 people each use the facility once a week, then everyone could access for 30 minutes for just a 12 hour day, perhaps not the best description of the concept of 'initiation'. Likewise for Wiki Fr, the site's monolithic stairs (see below) are described as being there for 'sacrifices'. Stairs do exist with summits used for sacrifice, but this vivid explanation adds a cold breath over other possible usages, from a meeting point for local 'bigmen' from the valley below, to a vivid waiting space for pre Gladiator specialist warriors; a meeting point for traders, to a loci for spiritual rites of passage and an arena for speech, specific oratory and controlled song - and indeed many of the above according to context and time and date.
The shot is a montage using a Takumar 35mm at the first bounce of dawn. The exposure has been brightened a tad to return the image to my memory of the light.
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The sugar apple is indigenous to tropical America.
The aggregate fruit is heart-shaped, round, ovate, or conical, from 2 to 5 inches (5.1-12.7 cm) in diameter and weighs from 4 to 24 oz (113-682 g). The fruit is composed of loosely cohering segments, which project as rounded protuberances and are easily separated when the fruit is ripe. The pulp of green and purplish-red sugar apples is white or creamy white, with a custard-like consistency and sweet, pleasant flavor. There are numerous, size of small kidney beans dark seeds embedded in the pulp.
7DWF Saturday: Landscape
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Yes I'm Changing (Tame Impala)
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There is another future waiting there for you
I saw it different, I must admit
I caught a glimpse, I'm going after it
...
Yes I'm changing, can't stop it now
And even if I wanted I wouldn't know how
Another version of myself I think I found, at last
And I can't always hide away
...
Quoted from SongFacts:
Personal transition is a major theme flowing through frontman Kevin Parker's songwriting on the Currents album. He explained to Uncut magazine: "That was precipitated by what I found myself singing about. I usually just follow my instincts when I start writing and then I will notice a theme emerging. I tried to amplify that so I can make a cohesive album, one that has a message and story."
"And yeah, this theme of this personal transition and moving on really went together with the music. I wanted to explore this idea of feeling like you're turning into the kind of person you thought you'd never become or starting to appreciate things you've never done it before," he continued. "You set these rules and standards, then one day you feel like you want to embrace other things, and the only way to do that is to abandon your previous self."
Parker added that this was the song where he felt it all started to cohere, stating "'Yes, I'm Changing' was the first time I managed to string together the right words to bring home what I'm trying to say."
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The beautiful clean lines of the Peggy Guggenheim Collection in Venice capture the eye. The cohere splendidly with the choice of artworks on display.
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Built in 1924, this Mission Revival-style house stands along Epworth Avenue in Cincinnati’s Westwood neighborhood. The stucco-clad house features a red tile bonnet and hipped roof, small second story section with a large roof deck, decorative large brackets and exposed rafters at the eaves, a porch with arched openings and integrated porte cohere and pergola, decorative gateposts out at the street flanking the driveway, a matching garage in the rear, casement and double-hung windows, and a chimney with a decorative gabled roof. The house is one of the best examples of the Spanish-inspired Mission Revival style in Cincinnati.
in the middle of a blessed circle,
abiding memories for the whole life
incidental moments each day
centered together, being true in love
enlarged their perspective.
nearness to each other established
a rhythm of tiny transference
as they received from each other.
the look in such a transference
always thorough. this
created a positioning
to better understand the truth
seeing reality at its deepest levels
a way to shrink the ego
meaning-making, always relational.
garden in my mind. cultivated.
and if the door opens into halves
if one hates and other loves; still
they will be torn into two;
each a load - poles of feelings.
confusing feelings, the absence creates.
problems as platforms for learning
as simple as the right metaphor
shifting the understanding thorough
what illuminates and transforms,
cohere into undimmed affection
and rest stops; stops mattering.
never an insensitive moment -
- this tenderness to be ― one
never separated to elsewhere.
comforting and down to earth
their music was made; presence
even when no was looking
listening to sacred heart
ready to kindle an inner de.light.
owning joy and grief together
resonated well with the core
grateful in the bond of everyday
quietly moving e.motion
to take notice, to wonder
garden in my mind. balanced.
stranger moments, 'if' in everyday
and one can be lost in a maze
'first love' moment in the everyday
the stranger you fall in love
brings a measure of comfort.
unmistakable hands out of maze.
carried the magic within
the garden grows - never ending ---
-- music they'll never tire of
never a timid motion of the heart
unmistakable when seen in action
breathing life into inanimate things.
inner warmth, a newfound gratitude
great rhythm of resources in touch.
inner compass pointing to journey
in-depth of discovery and belonging.
to feel in a comprehensive way.
garden in my mind. centered.
beyond the horizon of the place.
wide perspective as a whole
all welcomed into their sacred circle.
knowing their world - 'why we are here'
garden in my mind. rounded off.
face to face - only one,
together they formed a Heart
Heart of Hearts
― Eterna-Oski
❈
One World
“The worlds in which we live are two
The world ‘I am’ and the world ‘I do.'”
The worlds in which we live at heart are one,
The world “I am,” the fruit of “I have done”;
And underneath these worlds of flower and fruit,
The world “I love,”–the only living root.
― Henry Van Dyke
✵*
Like Two Negative Numbers Multiplied by Rain
Lie down, you are horizontal.
Stand up, you are not.
I wanted my fate to be human.
Like a perfume
that does not choose the direction it travels,
that cannot be straight or crooked, kept out or kept.
Yes, No, Or
—a day, a life, slips through them,
taking off the third skin,
taking off the fourth.
And the logic of shoes becomes at last simple,
an animal question, scuffing.
Old shoes, old roads—
the questions keep being new ones.
Like two negative numbers multiplied by rain
into oranges and olives.
༺♥༻ Jane Hirshfield
In Winter, Wisconsin (an hour or so south of Duluth, Minnesota), spring arrives a bit later than in East Central Wisconsin, where I live. But what a fantastic nursery Winter has (You wouldn't think so in a place called Winter, would you?). I visited my late brother-in-law's wife in May in that area, and we drove to Winter especially to visit the nursery and for Rosie to buy plants for a memorial garden she wanted to create for her late husband.
I took plenty of photos, of course, while she searched for her plants. The photo above is just one of them (I've used other photos in other submissions).
There's something about vegetation, foliage, that also attracts. Flowers, which we all adore, get most of our attention, and perhaps deservedly so. But foliage and vegetation have their rewards, too. And as the poet says, they are not only for me or you, but for him and her as well. Same goes for the planet: it's for everybody.
(All is a procession,
The universe is a procession with measured and perfect motion.)
Do you know so much yourself that you call the meanest ignorant?
Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and he or she has no right to a sight?
Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float, and the soil is on the surface, and water runs and vegetation sprouts,
For you only, and not for him and her?
—from "I Sing the Body Electric," by Walt Whitman
(for Poetography, Theme 186—Choose Your Own—Foliage, Vegetation; Literary Reference in PIctures)
With this image I did my 9-image thing, with 1 stop increments. Take a good look at the vegetation; you don’t see any blurring or ghosting. It was windy this day, snow falling, dropping from trees. I used the Deghosting tool in Photomatix Pro 6, you can see for yourself how well it works. I’m not endorsed by Photmatix, but if you bracket photos for a realistic image like this; you should try it. I did little editing in Lightroom Classic CC.
You know what’s coming next; yep I talk about why I chose this title. I keep telling the truth about what really happens here Yosemite National Park. So, take another seat guys this is going to be a long one. I will be repeating it in another post, not to be redundant; the American public needs to know the truth and how lives are truly being destroyed. This truth is derived from 10 years of collective evidence; daily journals, videos, photos and audio. You see; the US Army taught me how to collect and record evidence. I did live recons; collecting information and evidence. They trained me intensely to retrieve sensitive information. I was told I was one of the best, had dinner with division commanders, received a butt load of medals for collecting legitimate sensitive information. I’m not trying to brag about my accomplishments, but I do want you to understand what I’m telling you is true. Yet, those in Yosemite’s Superintendent’s Office and my managers don’t want to see, or hear about the truth. These cowards know who they are…. I’m not trying to be mean or vindictive; I’m telling you the truth. I have known many brave men, women and even children; these people are far from it. The ones that don’t participate in mobbing; hide behind their positions. Again; just the truth….
In two weeks, I will have worked here in Yosemite for ten years. In that ten years I’ve had my tires flattened, by breaking the valve stems, my bike tires flattened, its brakes and spokes tampered with, had milk throw all over my Jeep, on a hot summer day, red soda on another day, dog poop packed in it’s door handle, my room illegally entered way to many times to count, my laundry tampered with weekly, my bathroom covered in feces. Daily; my neighbors coughing loudly as they pass my door; day, night, early morning. Even though this is done intentionally to harass me, wake me, its labeled coughing and someone coughing is not harassment; it’s a normal body function. My neighbors stomp at my door, in front of my room day and night, dropping pots and pans at my door, knocking on my door and walls; waking me, keeping me awake, sleep deprived. Using children and pets to harass me; like two pack, the chronic cougher, child and pet user. Being blocked, crowded and baited every time I step out of my room. Blocking four-foot hallways with furniture, carts, plant pots, shoes, anything to annoy their target (Me), as we have trees falling on our building, from heavy snow. My neighbors rushing out to fill the air with cigarette smoke as I leave or come home from work, blocking me in parking lot, using vehicle exhaust to harass. These same employees doing this year after year, day after day. This is just in housing units and I’m not even close to covering housing.
At work, every day; I Have coworkers and managers blocking me at every doorway, corridor and hallway. Carts and equipment left in the same areas for the same reason. I get elbowed, intentionally bumped into (baited). The equipment I use is hidden or tampered with, recycling and compost are a lie, the electrical and natural resource waste is off the charts (who pays for this, oh we do, the tax payer); its February, was 16 degrees when I left for work this morning and our air conditioning has been running nonstop all winter. No shit folks, my coworkers and mangers are using space heaters to keep warm. AGAIN; Senior Management Offices are upstairs in this building. Sorry about the bad word, sense I’m telling the truth here; really, I’m not, I’m pissed. I don’t know where this is coming from, please forgive me. OK, back to Toxic Yosemite. There are a lot of petty things my coworkers do daily to push my buttons. Most are meant for me to snitch; that way I’m not just Rick the Dick, but now I’m a snitch and everybody hates a snitch. You see folks; setting up a Target is not that difficult, especially with the mobbing and hate epidemic that plagues our nation. I want you to get the full picture here, so I’m jump around a bit. I have employees rushing to nonsmoking areas to light up their cigarettes, because I’m walking up front or outside. I’m not talking just maybe one or two, but many, daily, even this morning. One, was a coworker; he waits until I come out front, goes to a table under two no smoking signs, lights up and smokes his cigarette. I went out and told him he needs to leave, he ignores me and finishes his cigarette, then comes inside and laughs. There were mangers there, they’ll stand back, watch and do nothing; as guest and children are exposed to employee smoke. Again, this is done, so I’m the prick and if I say anything to management, I’m a snitch. I could go on and on, and a lot of it may seem petty; but these things are done daily to harass, annoy, agitate and get their Target (Me Again Yay!) to act out of character, to be terminated. And don’t get me started on the over-the-top Street Theater and Gaslighting. Its not that I’m a snitch, its that I care. I care about this park, this country, our future.
Peeps, this happens in the workplace daily across America; government and private. This could be for something as simple as addressing a shortcoming or safety issue. This mobbing mentality has also spread into our neighborhoods and many organizations. There are tons of credible literature on this. It can be called Workplace Mobbing, Community Stalking and Gang Stalking. These groups are a real thing and do nothing but spread hate. Workplace Mobbing was recorded decades ago in our Postal Service. That’s were the term “Going Postal” came from. Employees were being mobbed, harassed so baldly by their coworkers and supervisors; they went “Postal” and killed their coworkers. This was done because they were not meeting requirements; so management would coheres their coworkers to mob and harass them. These employees had nowhere to turn to; their lives and livelihoods were being destroyed taken from them, by unethical people, no one would believe them. Sadly there is still no help in the US. Now before someone takes this out of context; I do not condone violence, but will continue to use the truth to enlighten you. There are many answers I don’t have, but for the ones I do; the Truth Will Continue to Rise.
And If you think management and the Super are not informed; I make sure they are and with my photostream approaching two million views, I’m sure most here know when I change my sox.
Yosemite’s current Superintendent is: Michael T Reynolds
Nominated Director National Parks Services is: David Vela
The Truth about Yosemite National Park: flic.kr/p/2hJ7Rye
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Thank you greatly for the opportunity to tell the truth…..
It's softer somehow, less Flannery O'Connor (Irish American), more Joyce and Dolly combined. It's just a bit messy, sexy even.
Strange for the country that also produced Bram Stoker, but that was probably the 'Ascendency' influence.
I am wondering if it is possible to constrain oneself to one image a day, and to spend more time pulling out the story.
The whole thing happens, all the images are generated, over the duration of one weekend in Dublin, in 1918, the first meeting of Joyce and Duchamp, where Marcel agrees to lead James through 'infrathin' in a search for a cure for syphilis.
All of the images, and their encounters with Dolly, Goya, Chickenman, Rrose, the Giant Silverfish, Shakespeare, and all the others, occur in that three-day-weekend (a long weekend), as they lapse in and out of 'Infrathin' together. This includes all the 'thens' of what we call the past, through now, and to all the histories of our combined futures.
It can be taken for granted that one second, or millisecond of our 'reality', can manifest as a lifetime in that infinity (our beloved infrathin).
The challenge would be to combine the images (edited) and text (even more heavily edited) into a coherent 'story'.
Stories have always been our 'salvation'. They are how we cohere, or coalesce even.
As Martha might say, coalescing is a good thing.
The refuge of my doubts
Wanting the significance that cause and effect
might have (we see it in little things where it is)
not seeing it in any place
important to us (it is in our lives but in ways
that deny each other) and the totality,
I suppose, is what I mean—it isn’t there—
we look around: the possibilities,
dreams and diversions, whatever else there is.
》William Bronk, The Effect of Cause Despaired
Sirius (instrumental) - The Alan Parsons Project
If you look for the Truth outside yourself,
it gets farther and farther away.
Today, walking alone, I meet it everywhere I step.
It is the same as me, yet I am not it.
Only if you understand it in this way
will you merge with the way things are.
《 Tung-Shan ... Paths of Water
A high and tight ridge top to a mineral python has a wide throne carved into its edge - wide enough for one person with an elaborate costume, two people with a relationship or three people with a desire to talk as the view from the throne is perhaps not apt for viewing people or organised entourage.
On the crest, there was no room for a tripod, and my wife held my leg as I panned and rowed 12 or more shots using a 35mm Takumar. The final result is a boot sale of buff and blither, but worth posting to relay the essentials of the site element.
Whilst it doesn't show with this montage, the act of sitting on the throne leaves legs dangling many metres above the grind granitic scape, and I had far more vertigo sitting than I had scrambling for this perspective. I think that maybe one is used to jumping out of a chair to get something, and having a rocky fall rather than life's modern carpet turns the head...
Far below can be seen the river Tormes, which tends to be an east west river until it decides to be a north south river. It has passed through today's Salamanca and for people centred around the Iron Age Castro of Ulaca (featured in adjacent posts) a days walk west would meet with the river which in turn feeds to the important Douro valley - a confluence just 4km from the throne and visible as a valley-top high right on the above montage.
Behind the throne is a potential post hole and shade may have been procured between this structure, weave and tethers...
The surfaces cohere with late Neolithic and Bronze Age as much as Iron Age, and although the main stay of the greater site is Iron age, it is possible that some elements had quiet cultural pasts through the bronze age and even beyond.
AJM 30.07.21
With this image I did my 9-image thing, with 1 stop increments. Take a good look at the vegetation; you don’t see any blurring or ghosting. It was windy this day, snow falling, dropping from trees. I used the Deghosting tool in Photomatix Pro 6, you can see for yourself how well it works. I’m not endorsed by Photmatix, but if you bracket photos for a realistic image like this; you should try it. I did little editing in Lightroom Classic CC.
You know what’s coming next; yep I talk about why I chose this title. I keep telling the truth about what really happens here Yosemite National Park. So, take another seat guys this is going to be a long one. I will be repeating it in another post, not to be redundant; the American public needs to know the truth and how lives are truly being destroyed. This truth is derived from 10 years of collective evidence; daily journals, videos, photos and audio. You see; the US Army taught me how to collect and record evidence. I did live recons; collecting information and evidence. They trained me intensely to retrieve sensitive information. I was told I was one of the best, had dinner with division commanders, received a butt load of medals for collecting legitimate sensitive information. I’m not trying to brag about my accomplishments, but I do want you to understand what I’m telling you is true. Yet, those in Yosemite’s Superintendent’s Office and my managers don’t want to see, or hear about the truth. These cowards know who they are…. I’m not trying to be mean or vindictive; I’m telling you the truth. I have known many brave men, women and even children; these people are far from it. The ones that don’t participate in mobbing; hide behind their positions. Again; just the truth….
In two weeks, I will have worked here in Yosemite for ten years. In that ten years I’ve had my tires flattened, by breaking the valve stems, my bike tires flattened, its brakes and spokes tampered with, had milk throw all over my Jeep, on a hot summer day, red soda on another day, dog poop packed in it’s door handle, my room illegally entered way to many times to count, my laundry tampered with weekly, my bathroom covered in feces. Daily; my neighbors coughing loudly as they pass my door; day, night, early morning. Even though this is done intentionally to harass me, wake me, its labeled coughing and someone coughing is not harassment; it’s a normal body function. My neighbors stomp at my door, in front of my room day and night, dropping pots and pans at my door, knocking on my door and walls; waking me, keeping me awake, sleep deprived. Using children and pets to harass me; like two pack, the chronic cougher, child and pet user. Being blocked, crowded and baited every time I step out of my room. Blocking four-foot hallways with furniture, carts, plant pots, shoes, anything to annoy their target (Me), as we have trees falling on our building, from heavy snow. My neighbors rushing out to fill the air with cigarette smoke as I leave or come home from work, blocking me in parking lot, using vehicle exhaust to harass. These same employees doing this year after year, day after day. This is just in housing units and I’m not even close to covering housing.
At work, every day; I Have coworkers and managers blocking me at every doorway, corridor and hallway. Carts and equipment left in the same areas for the same reason. I get elbowed, intentionally bumped into (baited). The equipment I use is hidden or tampered with, recycling and compost are a lie, the electrical and natural resource waste is off the charts (who pays for this, oh we do, the tax payer); its February, was 16 degrees when I left for work this morning and our air conditioning has been running nonstop all winter. No shit folks, my coworkers and mangers are using space heaters to keep warm. AGAIN; Senior Management Offices are upstairs in this building. Sorry about the bad word, sense I’m telling the truth here; really, I’m not, I’m pissed. I don’t know where this is coming from, please forgive me. OK, back to Toxic Yosemite. There are a lot of petty things my coworkers do daily to push my buttons. Most are meant for me to snitch; that way I’m not just Rick the Dick, but now I’m a snitch and everybody hates a snitch. You see folks; setting up a Target is not that difficult, especially with the mobbing and hate epidemic that plagues our nation. I want you to get the full picture here, so I’m jump around a bit. I have employees rushing to nonsmoking areas to light up their cigarettes, because I’m walking up front or outside. I’m not talking just maybe one or two, but many, daily, even this morning. One, was a coworker; he waits until I come out front, goes to a table under two no smoking signs, lights up and smokes his cigarette. I went out and told him he needs to leave, he ignores me and finishes his cigarette, then comes inside and laughs. There were mangers there, they’ll stand back, watch and do nothing; as guest and children are exposed to employee smoke. Again, this is done, so I’m the prick and if I say anything to management, I’m a snitch. I could go on and on, and a lot of it may seem petty; but these things are done daily to harass, annoy, agitate and get their Target (Me Again Yay!) to act out of character, to be terminated. And don’t get me started on the over-the-top Street Theater and Gaslighting. Its not that I’m a snitch, its that I care. I care about this park, this country, our future.
Peeps, this happens in the workplace daily across America; government and private. This could be for something as simple as addressing a shortcoming or safety issue. This mobbing mentality has also spread into our neighborhoods and many organizations. There are tons of credible literature on this. It can be called Workplace Mobbing, Community Stalking and Gang Stalking. These groups are a real thing and do nothing but spread hate. Workplace Mobbing was recorded decades ago in our Postal Service. That’s were the term “Going Postal” came from. Employees were being mobbed, harassed so baldly by their coworkers and supervisors; they went “Postal” and killed their coworkers. This was done because they were not meeting requirements; so management would coheres their coworkers to mob and harass them. These employees had nowhere to turn to; their lives and livelihoods were being destroyed taken from them, by unethical people, no one would believe them. Sadly there is still no help in the US. Now before someone takes this out of context; I do not condone violence, but will continue to use the truth to enlighten you. There are many answers I don’t have, but for the ones I do; the Truth Will Continue to Rise.
And If you think management and the Super are not informed; I make sure they are and with my photostream approaching two million views, I’m sure most here know when I change my sox.
Yosemite’s current Superintendent is: Michael T Reynolds
Nominated Director National Parks Services is: David Vela
The Truth about Yosemite National Park: flic.kr/p/2hJ7Rye
• The truth about Yosemite 2016 to current: www.nbcbayarea.com/news/local/Yosemite-Chief-Retiring-Ami...
Thank you greatly for the opportunity to tell the truth…..
Built in 1892, this Queen Anne-style mansion was designed by Theodore A. Richter Jr. for Henry Joseph Schulte, and stands at the corner of Glenway Avenue and Dewey Avenue in Cincinnati’s West Price Hill neighborhood. In 1933, the house was sold to John J. Radel, whom modified the home to house a funeral home business, which involved removing the original porches and adding one-story Tudor Revival-style wings on the south and east facades, a porte cohere on the east facade, and a two-story addition at the northeast corner of the house. The funeral home remained active in the house until 2020, when it closed, and the house was put up for sale. Attempts were made by the community to have the mansion listed as a local historic landmark in 2021 and 2022, with all attempts failing due to the city’s supposed wish to “not infringe on property rights,” leaving it’s pending demolition for a parking lot unavoidable.
This is Tilak Road, which on any given day is a screaming howl of vehicles of all shapes from buses to two wheelers jostling and fighting for road space. On this day ,however, no traffic was allowed bar the two wheelers. The occasion -- The Ganesha Idol Immersion Ceremony in Pune 2010
The artistic road drawings are done on the spot (rangoli), on the fly just before the procession starts. An art form in itself and it takes less then a few minutes to do do say 10-30 metres of the road.
The Elephant headed God Ganesha of the Hindu pantheon of Gods is an immensely popular deity woshipped assidously in Maharashtra, Goa and some other states. Elaborate ceremonies are enacted for the installation of the deity and then its sanctification and prayers and finally the immersion of the idol in a local river or ghat.
The popularity of the celebration in Maharashtra and elsewhere is a comparatively recent phenomenon and came about as a result of vigorous assertion from Lokmanya Tilak around 1895 AD to make it a memorable event full of pomp and paegentry to unite the vast multitudes of Hindus who could install and worship a deity in their own houses as the hitherto superior Gods like Shiva, Krishna and Vishnu were controlled by the Brahmins in their temples where the local people had no popular participation or involvement as a fanfare.
It turned out to be a great success in cohering the Hindus of the two echelons and also as a base for showing protest against the British rule.
Now it is a noisy / boisterous / loud celebration with the idol carried on the final day for immersion preceded by a fanfare that is chaotic and full of energy. A large contingent of drum beaters make a thunderous display of primal beats as they march down. Now there is a swagger and cultivated poise and stop that has been inculcated as well to make the presentation more dramatic and eye catching.
Young kids and girls also do the drum beating which was not what used to happen earlier.
Dates
Taken on September 22, 2010 at 3.37pm IST
Posted to Flickr February 15, 2011 at 12.50PM IST
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Lines from around 5000 ybp: Cambous and Mont Bego. The simplification of elements is of interest: no need for torso or legs and with some features missing and others exaggerated.
The cow is from an old royalty free photo of an ancient variety, perhaps closer to Aurocks, and from the Chillingham herd in Northumberland.
The little owl was adapted from a royalty free image by 'Rubim Barros' - great shot and many thanks for rights to modification.
The black lines are my overlays and should not be taken as being definitive representation.
Whilst the flat line at the top of the schematic for the potential Little Owl does not seem to cohere with the photo, observation in situ are met with a flat topped bird.
A super link with the Small Owl call and some general info on subspecies:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-XKhLwvd2A
The hypothesis posted with the first photo linked below is that the Little Owl lived with man, as man grew into the domestication of his associated animals, and that the slightly weak portfolio of skills associated with this bird comes from its genes being selected during this period to be strong for the context of a life with man, and that the bird's ability to keep areas free from vermin and to see for 360° perhaps also helped man investigate new niches for agricultural exploitation: with a 'night vision' by proxy and an 'owl-secured' food storage for man's new taste for sedentary habitation.
An example of a potential representation of a Little Owl in one small area during the bridge between the ages of stone and the ages of metal would provide a length of time for a domestication impact on the gene pool of a species, so, to envisage a real long term effect, it is now required to find examples from a wider geographical range.
AJM 13.06.20
I swear I think now that every thing without exception has an eternal soul!
The trees have, rooted in the ground!
the weeds of the sea have!
the animals!
I swear I think there is nothing but immortality!
That the exquisite scheme is for it, and the nebulous float is for it, and the cohering is for it!
And all preparation is for it - and identity is for it - and life and materials are altogether for it!
Walt Whitman.
A diorama that's sort of failed to really cohere: Spidey facing down the Sinister Six while lots of other stuff goes on in the background. I'll probably photograph the minifgures at some point, since they came out best of all.
🎧 microscopic meditations offered for heart and heart's ease, after listening to morning blessings of Mahant Swami Maharaj in his divine presence in Mumbai on 23 February 2023:
to see right there in the palm of your hand, a place where consciousness & the subliminal gather in hands cupped like a bowl; to go into the forest with this bowl, where silence and beauty are the deepest; and that’s when the magic happens...
phone isn’t
the same string
from person to
person now
that we carry
them and
have no homes
eileen myles
when you 'get it,' the language is heart's ease - beautiful, connected, resonant; and when you don’t, it can be frustrating to ramble about an isolating experience.{} honesty is a sine qua non to this reflection process...all I want is to be opened.
Meditation 1: painful intimacy - emotional openness ...which stems from startled silence of emotion; emotion never dodged, only the details. an intimacy which is not destructive, on the contrary, it becomes constructive to discover through the fogs of silence, the secret of the wounds. an innocent intimacy as you meditate like writing a letter to a close friend, confiding the innermost and intimate nature of that kind of conversation:
between two infinities, when one can never spin fast enough to catch a glimpse of the spinning world; zoom in - a pas de loup. body-edged journey squaring the circle; where openness is not charted - soul-flow is getting missed; and so the next second brings storm-clouds ☁ over the head; unguarded position found. le séjour. it brings in triple waves - of emptiness, of hurried emotions (signs of dizziness you don't know) and of deeply unfathomable feelings (when light and darkness is felt closer than ever); feeling cold to take the next step in the shivering rain that never stops, one further feels the subtle clouds looming over a larger distance as far as you can see, to bring in muted moments of indecision. terra incognita - the map of every place in the mind of 'jonathan livingston storm gull'; wherein to find the path means to lose the peace. a silver lining gains a place of esteem in the head-cloud, “we don't patch up and piece together the time spent with illusions.”
"I tie my handkerchief
to a kite
to try and dry
the cries of
the clouds up there.
Pour, pour:
oh, if only
I hadn’t loaned
my umbrella
to that submarine!"
.
playing the royal game in circles, 'put the blame on', each and every day, the paper airplanes fly inside through the window; the newspaper has been crying another day older denying any liability in non-fulfillment to worth of life; the auto-triggered paralyzing thoughts of a messy heart slowly finds the status quo - the chaos reigns as reprehensible acts gain momentum and then it will no longer be possible to stave off utter misery; pollen's hardened outer coating, the honey bees cleave the grains at a vulnerable point. a moth-like attraction to the mental processes full of waves of frivolity, that will cost the moth everything; recklessness always turns out to be expensive, yet the mind clothed in rags remains obdurate as it cannot let go the sub-stratum of such images which spring to the impromptu mind who dreams to robe ornate clothing; images which are result of attraction of cohesion to the highest beauty which a flesh-mental-ego self would love to marry. the dense calendar flows like water bursting out through your hands and yet the empty thirst never quenched; and when you really wake up, the corrosive paper airplane has been compelled to form a slowly moving boat of ineptitude, asking you to drink your own tears. with bonds damaged, tissue paper in water, coming apart from a sailing quality. inundated areas of thinking start to project the weakness on others. same emotion tumbling around in your head, amorphous but forming. evaporating as the years pass by and the brooding clouds keep crying. even when the skies clear, there is a constellation of grief around and there is no clearing of deceit-less path to find a way out of the shame, dread, debt, doubt and sadness. lurching between soaring high waves and agonizing lows waves, how can one sail in the ruling tides of haunted past, wistful present, and the disorienting future? simply unmoored, breasting the surging tide, the turbulent seas...
heart does the assignment
underlines the words
after mind erases them
the emotion has its own tide coming in
a blank page is a mirror
has the line that won't go away
being aware of the deceptive circles in which you move. ripples... as in the mirror, every little bad dream is preening to be remembered; also a reflection of hangover after past that adumbrates the future and so the mind is churned over again to seek relief-joy; a melting point [IIΙ] for wisdom followed by series of griefs, each compounding the last one. the count never ends; but this creates a immobilizing language of circumstances and sad database, which infiltrates the joy of gratitude and the defense of it.
"every problem has a solution. the problem is to find the solution to the problem." — pierre filion
irredeemably till how long will you will you continue to define yourself but not refine yourself into aligned understanding? restructuring of the self and reality needs to see the essence - 'the soul can always evolve.' backfired, in measuring the positive parts of life, the numbered days of the passing life does not paint the whole picture; and yet they start becoming a Lazy Sunday - each day. and so finding satisfaction in moments of stark relief, punctured in these wasted days, a recluse does not think beyond the merry-go-round of the numbered whole.
"Books were to her not an end in themselves but a substitute for living. She raced through folios because she was forbidden to scamper on the grass." Virginia Woolf on Aurora Leigh
so much information to be deposited elsewhere keeps coming at you and very little manages to stick and make you think better. things can move better and be possible, only when you are in a state of grace, when deep channels are open throughout; deeply stirred balance maintained. but ignorance can quickly hold us as whole, at most of the times, like no knowing can; because in this shelled ignorance lies body-edged joy brought in quickly, not even giving a fortnight of chance to the story of patience - that which can ripen as the joy of an enduring kind - a story about river meeting it's sea. instead our story becomes like sea channels that needs regular dredging to stay open and that cannot happen by staying shrouded in mystery.
futzing around ever since,
a story about story-lessness,
or to become of worthlessness
or ideas left to stew in
vat of pulpy esoteric stew.
again, a fear to lose the face,
in those staircase encounters,
where unsettled ghosts linger.
formlessness of the darkness
living an austere life, existence
you hardly even acknowledge
eyes of others; felt ambivalence
as time passes distance grows
leaves a couple of points undefined.
until you really stop to examine
the progression and coherence,
the dreary analytical lines can spin
into excess; inhibiting the soul-work.
an afterthought to character development
wasn’t really addressing any
of the questions that really drew me,
a muffled voice says within & still mumbling
lines follow shifts in the thoughts and feelings
with no break in the texture and flow
homogeneous passages maddeningly ambiguous
dense & abstract aesthetic, return to form
emotionlessly transposing world into word.
to make the thought sound more deep than it is.
looking to address such battles
of the negligible music; with a narrative
from the timbre of his voice
every story wants every vile human impulse
to be transformed through care; and,
in case you forget who i am, do not
forget the common ground, just plowed
grief isn’t fresh but it’s ongoing
confounds but deepen us
the glimmers of hope deep inside you
grateful, not hateful.
enter the harvest time
.
"most of our problems proceed from our inability
to sit quietly in a small room." — pascal.
solving one problem by creating other problems is not the way to do things... don't you see?
feeling discouraged as well as judgmental, how much overwhelming information would be flitting around the mind? still the plans for the road ahead were always ditched for the earliest fixations of the mind - a way to grapple with un-grappable feelings as well as tendency to crumble in pressure situations. with nothing at stake, the relief-joy moments are delineated'; merry - no - round, there is an unseen hole in this illusory sense of whole and unable to deal with the painful and prosaic realities of life. the relief-wisdom, if at all gained in the process, may never get beyond just being good - becoming a lengthy as well as single monotonous line without a melody.
“I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.” ― Sylvia Plath
“Growth in painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.”
in such a state of inconsequential affairs, when one's heart is fettered with memories and when one's heart does not really get moved, the strident hinged door opens up certain promising techniques of the times. the cross is, basically, that the portrait of the soul loses many wholes with frontal light of such techniques. such techniques like mindfulness to the present moment and other quick-fix ways will never fill the void within nor answer a lot of questions about 'right affection'. continuing our discordant chorus, the fulfillment of heart never really happens as one switches between the light and dark moments without much rhyme or reason. after a peak of body-edged joy trying to fill the bottomless ego, there is a rapidly decreasing taste of enjoyment as the senses are blunted to some extent. momentarily stumped and yet to forget the queasy feelings and as an act of coping mechanism, one is pulled in to that same cycle of relief-joy and then feeling rather stung by the pleasure. if it was treasured time, why that became a trash time? why you grew more and more despondent? why ashamed to see what you leave in your wake? inured to stress, as if the side-lined efforts were for nought - the factor by which nothing will multiply and fickleness of eyes never saturated; now, never eager to receive the grace of the Purest who can enlighten the earnest eyes.
"a shrug says sorry" and you stay near but elsewhere; and you delude yourself to exist trouble-free in same plane of thoughts but not able to see how the grace can end the suffering created by struggle between truth consciousness and unconsciousness of peace-making pathways. in over-trying to do things in own mind's dominant reaction to difficult situations, you forget to establish the rhythm formed in the pathway charted through fortitude, and a graceful rhythm as being greatly reflected in the Purest Heart.
everything the heart needed appears in that moment of belonging to the Heart breathing the truth of devotion, and then recedes as the delusion in own mind also intensifies when crisscrossing the landscapes of momentary belonging is a journey to pass into days of dust. near to the wild heart, with this mindset of giving all-or-nothing and letting time slip in rolls-royce ecstasy, till when can one wait to have the courage for surrendering to the compassionate Truth? and travel through gates of vulnerability before the scorpion tells the truth? is it that when eyes ache, then only it can be seen that the self which resisted baring is going to fail? shouldn't the methods of living life as learned behavior of unawareness and unwanted urges, expose the hollowness in one or another area, till the collective trauma of the profound personal loss is not addressed by going to the source? to see what blesses and sustains us at the source level. it is definitely some grace received to find that inner alignment and rhythm and then asking the right questions.
"Days pass when I forget the mystery." — Denise Levertov
steeped in comfort, till when can you continue to secure a favorable or transcendent narrative to camouflage unscrupulous deeds? isn't it too taxing to maintain our pretenses with the ugly tedium of explanatory justifications? of commanding cerebral experiences? of disparaging cliches? when will you stop the inflationary use of the compensatory and positive words that are not a stitch in time to save nine? don't you see that these words of suffocating clarity trickle down and gets stuck in your heart like a thorn? when will that understanding happen to see - why you've been protecting yourself, wearing a hat always in style, instead of wholeheartedly working on protecting the truth? don't you know that only the pencil will support your weight without leaving an indelible scar? how will you navigate your own self-doubts and misgivings? are you really interrogating the nature of your fears or just becoming more weaker with the fear of questions? will not, adding here of one more thing, to the list of interfering questions, create more disconnection and disorientation and cast doubt across decades; or are these questions stepping in stones to meet the hurtful part of self? to see how deterioration started by collusion with this gradual process of enticement. how long will you entertain false-hearted guests to your thought process? don't you see that every little comment from them just chips away at your confidence.
ventriloquizing of a voice dreaded throughout from an ingrained identity but not from purity of a soul? forced to question when you are ruing the lost time? are these self-obsessed questions another form of resistance - a daily resistance to death (or reluctance to let go) and an embrace of life? or are these tea-time questions, a sign of sugar full of procrastination to indefinite prolongation and beyond? a sign of inveterate tendency to overlook the course of action? can just asking more of such unconsidered questions fill your ravenous soul? soul that is increasingly being alienated from own purpose and true self. would you like when someone quizzes you about your irrecoverable unemployment? ignoring the many ways of associative knowing, life destroyed by silent-natured embarrassing relationships and obliterated by subsequent incidences of missing the deeper and subtler eye to see through such awkward involvements. can you read your personal, intimate book? incapable of deep-reading, eliminating the mystifying features of the study days; alienated and demystified from natural world and natural order to study, you only exclude learning and wonder pathways and become hardened to integrate them. unsure but hopeful, in the end, are these spiritual questions limbering up or just the magnitude of cerebral questions in which you feel cleaving of mind between intimacy and distance for the same concepts seen in limited observation of the mind shining through flashbacks of fragmentary memories; maybe, like Emily since the ancient times, cannot explain with a delicate-as-lace sentences poem:
The Lost Thought
I felt a cleaving in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.
The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before, ,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.
Emily Dickinson (can you see if Emily in you retreated further into herself or emerged out open to big change?) she saw deeply and so could also see that something was missing. unfortunately, she couldn't put her finger on what that was. She definitely did not had a cursory way of looking at grief.
imprisoned within the shrinking confines of a conscribed life, to read the questions straight through will further tangle the mind. and it is difficult to read these questions and "difficult" is a different thing from "incomprehensible". the ego has a false belief that everything will cohere somehow or other, because it all comes from you! to take the next right step, something always gets missed, you say with a sinking voice. a voice which asks, "does not the fragmented structure of the thought process echo your mental state? the general tenor of all but querulous...
mind to soul and soul to mind, each preaching to the choir and so the honest question was never attempted from the very beginning. only ego massage by seemingly big questions and then nothing. the honest question to ask the self mirror is - how principles once rigidly followed become fluid when it becomes expedient? the golden principles can only be truly lived, right from the start, if one is truthful in love, but not by who feigns love for selfish reasons. please do not have a convenient follow up to these questions with a band-aid to plug a deluge.
“when the sky cries, things start to bloom. so, let those tears flow. it's good for you too. all things which greatly hurt me greatly teach me. often, it’s the deepest pain which empowers you to grow into your highest self.” ~ ― karen salmonsohn
grief, I’ve learned, is really just love.
it’s all the love you want to give, but cannot.
all that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest.
grief is just love with no place to go.
jamie anderson
les nuages dans ma tête. going à travers a baffling phase in own life and impossible to act in the moment when thinking diverges into abstractness, it takes extraordinary acts of metamorphosis by fostering qualities of courage and engagement in shaking the self, to get the self looking through after the initial breakthrough - a look for cathartic value in the continuum of life in everyday and of pathways that create better connection to your intermediate stages in journey; bridging through metaphors and similes and the grateful connection to grand continuum. in this act of listening in care, what does being fully present to the moment mean? it is when one brings parts of self together (who had been put up with each other and so had not communicated with each other for long), so that they listen to each other. worth the pain, "i feel so gutted" for the gain of affection; it is then, when one begins to heal and find how the pain hurts so less than subdued grief of regret; and then you listen to your true source in pursuit of the sublime.
did you see this as a fallow period which is now copiously bestowed with the ripening is because of trust of 'Eterna-Oski' who is so steadfast and believing? Tears...
looking into the sea of your eyes, tears broke through me, through my fears, the way frozen river break open after the arrival of spring. once you find your breakthrough moment, rivers of yearning, rivers of reaching... comes through
it is this continuum wholeness where clouds become witness to a graceful sight – leaf joyfully breathes the wind —
looking into the eyes of love in the clouds, what is seen, is a beautiful journey of training as an apprentice with alertness and dedication, to achieve the continuum of consciousness, that is observing – with equanimity and not living from behind the positioned ego, that creates barriers to being fully present.
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Meditation 2: returning with wonder. the pitch and purpose of this peaceful reflection is 'spiritual openness' as a source of clarity and compassion, about how we love.
"But to say, I know—is there any touch in it?
To be there; to listen; not invade. Another solitude ..."
— Jean Valentine
being fully present in the moment is never about being in middle of nowhere. meaning of a word is its use in the language coming from the Heart. shapes of preciousness. ton histoire commence par un voyage. must press on for one last battle, gentle warrior of mine, revisiting the arc - not just a point we’ve arrived at but a direction of travel:
of truly "seeing" where you belong, the vantage point offered, beyond being an oddball; this seeing in essence, becomes a simple yet generative story of mine, of finding a closure - closure to body-edged drifting of self, along the great tendencies of 'nakara' self who always craved to get the crumbs of fairy-tale joy; such an urge, felt by the untested self; felt without stronger feelings due to heartstrings stretched in every direction in the fleeting moments. interplay of disorder and order as day and night follows in a worn world. steering the strong waves with own mind as rudder, between all the competing voices pulling us here, pushing us there, this vantage point of life offering a steady beacon of light by which you can navigate to your authentic self and devote truly in love.
a small bowl
in my hands like the nest
/- joseph fasano
lumière divine sur toi, this vantage point of life - an attachment formed via wonder of the soul to love the dweller inside the inner garden, two doors away and the shrine eight outer barriers away; bringing the purest and golden transformation of self. la caresse, a guide and a gift, an invitation at the same time into yourself and beyond yourself; whispering woods - this secret, no longer held between shadow and light present in every vanishing page of life. everything unfolds from the center with no boundaries of affection.
once a true love is recognized, it takes tremendous courage to make a connection with right affection and completely trust your journey to it, with it. beauty of love that is challenging and comforting at the same time - expanding thoughts to meaning, healing, order, respect, rhythm and timeless calm. compassion you have for those of us who "try" earnestly, humbly and transparently. very taken by this innocence of friendship at its most glorious and by nourishing care, to be lost in contemplation in the grateful wonder of this garden .. following the great footsteps, this homecoming filling the void of the soul at the feelings level, relevant and true - of experiencing 'Eterna Tenderness' of Purest Hearts.
a thought under my pillow, glowing in the morning's dark
now all the efforts surf on 'finesse et légèreté'/fineness & lightness. performing the poetry of such tenderness together, of nurturing one another, a great joy comes when we re-imagine our world together united as one. nourished wisdom that plants seeds of Tenderness... of beauty and light. the more generously we love, the more blessed we lead our lives and get to flourish. compelling honesty cast like dandelions upon the air of thoughts; with such ease, and such care that only true friendship can do. companionship thought buds toward devotion, blossoming with tender honesty and deeper truths.
Dear Heart, do not be stymied by what you consider as mistakes. keep growing in our joy of togetherness.
when i'm not thinking about anything else, that’s joy forever. heart is no longer vacant of dreams; yet, never a wish for something more, now, every dream i have, transcends me to same garden of the Heart where I see the Form behind the light. one stays amazed in this magical dream so truthful, and from that moment, the time was enfolded in the act of being fully present to unfold the bundles of conversational joy with a steadfast companion; and now the earthly glow responds with saintliness to blossom the flowers of peace for one and all - a wish, highest of all.
They were in a very privileged state. Of all the multitudes of spiritual beings in the universe, how many of them are able to have such a close and daily contact with the Creator God? Just very few — probably those associated with the throne itself such as the Cherubim and the twenty-four elders. But in the Garden were two human beings in the closest of association with God Himself. It must have been like a heaven on earth! And indeed, that’s just what it was, in a symbolic way. It was as if God’s celestial palace temporarily had come to earth. Even the Garden, the Cherubim of the Garden, the altar built by Cain and Abel, the land of Eden, and the land of Nod are all connected with the temple symbolism and are direct images of God’s heavenly abode. And for the brief period of time before the sin of Adam and Eve, "heaven” was really here on earth. In the Garden our first parents were able to talk face to face with God. But note an important point. They only had conversations with Him at certain times of the day. They did not see Him on all occasions. It was “in the cool of the day” that they came into “the presence of the Lord” (Genesis 3:8). The expressions “cool of the day” and “the presence of the Lord” were a part of temple language. 7 “The cool of the day” was the period when the Sun got lower in the sky and the cool sea breezes normally swept over the Palestinian region. This was the time of the evening sacrifice (1 Kings 18:36; Daniel 9:21) — about three in the afternoon. This was the time when the animals were being regularly sacrificed (and also in the morning about nine o’clock). At these times the people were then reckoned as being “in the presence of God” (2 Chronicles 20:19). As the Kingdom of Heaven is increasingly seen as a highly advanced extraterrestrial/alien civilization from a scientific perspective, so too will the collective ...... These so-called extraterrestrial "aliens" have been known to reveal that they originate from the Pleiades, Zeti Reticuli, Arcturus, Aldebaran and Sirius, among others.. Arian allegedly is the name of a planet that circles Aldebaran (Alpha Tauri), and that’s inhabited by a humanoid civilization. Arian would be the 4th planet circling Aldebaran. Older estimates situate it approx. 60 LY away, which is in line with the 59 LY Martin Wiesengrün mentions. Note that there are – thus far unconfirmed reports – of a possible brown dwarf companion, in which case Aldebaran would be a binary system. Allegedly the natives call their sun Raula. Arian’s orbit around it would take approx. 20.2 earth years to complete.Thus Jerusalem's holiest spot is a rock that the ancient Jews saw as the center of the Earth, the axis of the universe, the pivot that joined Heaven and Earth, and Earth with the ..... DOME: The dome over the Temple Mount, Old Jerusalem, and the entire city corresponds to Aldebaran, the alpha star and eye of the bull Taurus.
The term New Jerusalem occurs twice in the New Testament, in verses Rev 3:12 and Rev 21:2 of the Book of Revelation. A large portion of the final two chapters of Revelation deals with John of Patmos' vision of the New Jerusalem. He describes the New Jerusalem as "'the bride, the wife of the Lamb'", where the river of the Water of Life flows.After John witnesses the new heaven and a new earth "that no longer has any sea", an angel takes him "in the Spirit" to a vantage point on "a great and high mountain" to see the New Jerusalem's descent. The enormous city comes out of heaven down to the New Earth. John's elaborate description of the New Jerusalem retains many features of the Garden of Eden and the paradise garden, such as rivers, a square shape, a wall, and the Tree of Life.ccording to John, the New Jerusalem is "pure gold, like clear glass" and its "brilliance [is] like a very costly stone, as a stone of crystal-clear jasper." The street of the city is also made of "pure gold, like transparent glass". The base of the city is laid out in a square and surrounded by a wall made of jasper. It says in Revelation 21:16 that the height, length, and width are of equal dimensions - as it was with the Holy of Holies in the Tabernacle and First Temple - and they measure 12,000 furlongs which is approximately 1500.3 miles). John writes that the wall is 144 cubits, which is assumed to be the thickness since the length is mentioned previously. 144 cubits are about equal to 65 meters, or 72 yards. It is important to note that 12 is the square root of 144. The number 12 was very important to early Jews and Christians, representing the 12 tribes of Israel and 12 Apostles of Jesus Christ.Part of Jerusalem's significance and holiness to Muslims derives from its strong association with Abraham, David, Solomon, and Jesus. They are all regarded as Prophets of Islam and their stories are mentioned in the Qur'an. Jerusalem served as the first qibla (direction of prayer) for Muslims. Whilst Muslims were in Mecca, and also for 17–18 months in Medina, Muslims prayed towards Jerusalem. Early mosques in Medina were built to face Jerusalem. In 625, the qibla was changed to the Kaaba in Mecca.[21][Quran 2:142–151] After Muhammad, many of his Companions lived in Jerusalem, and upon their death they were buried there The four sides of the city represented the four cardinal directions (North, South, East, and West.) In this way, New Jerusalem was thought of as an inclusive place, with gates accepting all of the 12 tribes of Israel from all corners of the earth.There is no temple building in the New Jerusalem. God and the Lamb are the city's temple, since they are worshiped everywhere. Revelation 22 goes on to describe a river of the water of life that flows down the middle of the great street of the city from the Throne of God. The tree of life grows in the middle of this street and on either side, or in the middle of the street and on either side of the river. The tree bears twelve fruits, or kinds of fruits, and yields its fruit every month. According to John, "The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations." This inclusion of the tree of life in the New Jerusalem harkens back to the Garden of Eden. The fruit the tree bears may be the fruit of life. John states that the New Jerusalem will be free of sin. The servants of God will have theosis, and "His name will be on their foreheads." Night will no longer fall, and the inhabitants of the city will "have need no lamp nor light of the sun, for the Lord God gives them light." John ends his account of the New Jerusalem by stressing its eternal nature: "And they shall reign forever and ever."There are twelve gates in the wall oriented to the compass with three each on the east, north, south, and west sides. There is an angel at each gate, or gatehouse. These gates are each made of a single pearl, giving them the name of the "pearly gates". The names of the twelve tribes of Israel are written on these gates. The (four) New Jerusalem (cardinal) gates may bear some relation to the gates mentioned in Enoch, Chapters 33 - 35, where the prophet reports (from four) "heavenly gates opening into heaven;" {(like) the extremities of the whole earth (reaching)}, "three (more gates) distinctly separated." [33, 3.] (All four of the gates) of the four major compass directions (are involved in the separating into 3 more gates, thus giving 12 gates total).[ref. Laurence translation, Book of Enoch.]The wall has twelve foundation stones, and on these are written the names of the Twelve Apostles. Revelation lacks a list of the names of the Twelve Apostles, and does not describe which name is inscribed on which foundation stone, or if all of the names are inscribed on all of the foundation stones, so that aspect of the arrangement is open to speculation. The layout of the precious stones is contested. All of the precious stones could adorn each foundation stone, either in layers or mixed together some other way, or just one unique type of stone could adorn each separate foundation stone. This latter possibility is favored by tradition, as each gate presumably stands on one foundation stone, and each of the twelve tribes has long been associated with a certain type of precious stone. These historical connections go back to the time of Temple worship, when the same kinds of stones were set in the golden Breastplate of the Ephod worn by the Kohen Gadol, and on the Ephod the names of each of the twelve tribes of Israel were inscribed on a particular type of stone.
It is interesting to note that the translated meanings of the various sorts of foundation stones have varied through the centuries: those in King James Version are differently named in later translations. "18: And the building of the wall of it was of jasper: and the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass. 19: And the foundations of the wall of the city were garnished with all manner of precious stones. The first foundation was jasper; the second, sapphire; the third, a chalcedony; the fourth, an emerald; 20: The fifth, sardonyx; the sixth, sardius; the seventh, chrysolite; the eighth, beryl; the ninth, a topaz; the tenth, a chrysoprasus; the eleventh, a jacinth; the twelfth, an amethyst." Rev 21:18-20 with the more modern, New Jerusalem Bible version, "18 The wall was built of diamond, and the city of pure gold, like clear glass. 19 The foundations of the city wall were faced with all kinds of precious stone: the first with diamond, the second lapis lazuli, the third turquoise, the fourth crystal, 20 the fifth agate, the sixth ruby, the seventh gold quartz, the eighth malachite, the ninth topaz, the tenth emerald, the eleventh sapphire and the twelfth amethyst." In 21:16, the angel measures the city with a golden rod or reed, and records it as 12,000 stadia by 12,000 stadia at the base, and 12,000 stadia high. A stadion is usually stated as 185 meters, or 607 feet, so the base has dimensions of about 2220 km by 2220 km, or 1380 miles by 1380 miles. In the ancient Greek system of measurement, the base of the New Jerusalem would have been equal to 144 million square stadia, 4.9 million square kilometers or 1.9 million square miles (roughly midway between the sizes of Australia and India). If rested on the Earth, its ceiling would be inside the upper boundary of the exosphere but outside the lower boundary.. By way of comparison, the International Space Station maintains an orbit with an altitude of about 386 km (240 mi) above the earth.The Book of Revelation was composed during the end of the 1st century AD, sometime during the later end of the reign of Emperor Nero Domitius (54 to 68 CE). The work is addressed to the “seven churches that are in Asia” (1:4). Revelation is normally broken into three sections: the prologue (1:1-3:22), the visions (4:1-22:5), and the epilogue (22:6-20). This study is principally concerned with chapter 21. The author of Revelation was both a Jew by birth and a believing Christian. For the author and the addressees of Revelation, they are searching for the Lord to vindicate them and judge the “inhabitants of the earth,” for their suffering (6:10). The fall of Jerusalem coupled with the Neronian persecutions form the tension within the subtext of Revelation. Throughout Revelation, several references to the Temple are made REV 3:12,7:15,11:19,14:15,16:1. This Temple appears to be of heavenly origin. When the eschaton arrives in REV 21:1, the reader expects the temple to come down from heaven with the New Jerusalem. Revelation 21 even contains typical New Jerusalem terminology that accompanies a restored Temple. Specific measurements are given for the new city (Ezekiel 40-48, 4Q554), and the city is built with gold, sapphires, and emeralds (Isaiah, Tobit). In addition, 21:21 references the “twelve gates.” Revelation maintains another typically aspect of New Jerusalem tradition – the reunification of the twelve tribes of Israel (Ezekiel 48:33-34, 4Q554).
Verse 22 marks a sudden and remarkable shift in New Jerusalem apocalyptic rhetoric: “I saw no temple in the city, for its temple is the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb.” Following with the tradition of 3 Baruch and 4 Sibylline Oracles, Revelation foresees an eschaton without the Temple. Why has the Revelation suddenly denied an eschatological Temple? Verse 23 sheds light on this disparity. Verse 23 proclaims, “And the city has no need of sun or moon to shine on it, for the glory of God is the light, and its lamp is the lamb.” For the author of Revelation, there is no need for a Temple because the Lord will be the New Jerusalem’s eternal light and Jesus (the lamb) will be its lamp. This re-interpretation utilizes Isaiah to make its case: “The LORD will be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory. Your sun shall no more go down, or your moon withdraw itself; for the LORD will be your everlasting light, and your days of mourning shall be ended.” (Isaiah 60:19) The Temple is discarded in the eschaton because the Lord will provide illumination for the New Jerusalem, and Christ will be the glory for its residents. Henceforth, Christians believed that the New Jerusalem no longer required a Temple. For Christians, their Lord sufficiently replaced the Temple.The Babylonian threat to the Kingdom of Judah began as the Babylonian Empire conquered Assyria and rose to power from 612-609 BCE. Jerusalem surrendered without major bloodshed to Babylon in 597. An Israelite uprising brought the destruction of Nebuchadnezzar’s army upon Jerusalem in 586 BCE. The entire city, including the First Temple, was burned. Israelite aristocrats were taken captive to Babylon. The Book of Ezekiel contains the first record of the New Jerusalem. Within Ezekiel 40-48, there is an extended and detailed description of the measurements of the Temple, its chambers, porticos, and walls. Ezekiel 48:30-35 contains a list of twelve Temple gates named for Israel’s tribes. The Book of Zechariah expands upon Ezekiel’s New Jerusalem. After the Second Temple was built after the exile, Jerusalem’s population was only a few hundred. There were no defensive city walls until 445 BCE.[7] In the passage, the author writes about a city wall of fire to protect the enormous population. This text demonstrates the beginning of a progression of New Jerusalem thought. In Ezekiel, the focus is primarily on the human act of Temple construction. In Zechariah, the focus shifts to God’s intercession in the founding of New Jerusalem.
New Jerusalem is further extrapolated in Isaiah, where New Jerusalem is adorned with precious sapphires, jewels, and rubies. The city is described as a place free from terror and full of righteousness. Here, Isaiah provides an example of Jewish apocalypticism, where a hope for a perfected Jerusalem and freedom from oppression is revealed. As the original New Jerusalem composition, Ezekiel functioned as a source for later works such as 4 Ezra, 2 Baruch, Qumran documents, and the Book of Revelation. These texts used similar measurement language and expanded on the limited eschatological perspective in Ezekiel.Judaism sees the Messiah as a human male descendant of King David who will be anointed as the king of Israel and sit on the throne of David in Jerusalem. He will gather in the lost tribes of Israel, clarify unresolved issues of halakha, and rebuild the Holy Temple in Jerusalem according to the pattern shown to the prophet Ezekiel. During this time Jews believe an era of global peace and prosperity will be initiated, the nations will love Israel and will abandon their gods, turn toward Jerusalem, and come to the Holy Temple to worship the one God of Israel. Zechariah prophesied that any family among the nations who does not appear in the Temple in Jerusalem for the festival of Sukkoth will have no rain that year. Isaiah prophesied that the rebuilt Temple will be a house of prayer for all nations. The city of YHWH Shamma, the new Jerusalem, will be the gathering point of the world's nations, and will serve as the capital of the renewed Kingdom of Israel. Ezekiel prophesied that this city will have 12 gates, one gate for each of the tribes of Israel. The book of Isaiah closes with the prophecy "And it will come to pass, that from one new moon to another, and from one sabbath to another, all flesh will come to worship before Me, says YHWH"
At the core, apocalypses are a form of theodicy. They respond to overwhelming suffering with the hope of divine intercession and a perfected World to Come. The destruction of the Second Temple in 70 meant an end to Second Temple Judaism. Naturally, apocalyptic responses to the disaster followed. This section will first cover 4 Ezra and 2 Baruch. Fourth Ezra and 2 Baruch are important for two reasons. First, they look for a Temple in Heaven, not the eschaton. Second, these texts exhibit the final new Temple texts in Judaism. Jewish texts like 3 Baruch began to reject a restored Temple completely. However, these texts were deemed to be apocryphal by the Rabbis who maintained the belief in a Third Temple as central to Rabbinic Judaism. The Jewish apocalypse of 4 Ezra is a text contained in the apocryphal book 2 Esdras. The genre of 4 Ezra is historical fiction, set thirteen years after the Babylonian destruction of Jerusalem. Fourth Ezra is dated approximately in 83 CE, thirteen years after the Roman destruction of Jerusalem. The story follows Ezra’s period of mourning following Jerusalem’s fall. Ezra is Job-like in his criticism of God’s allowance of Jerusalem’s downfall. In Ezra’s deep state of grief, he meets a woman lamenting over Jerusalem. Ezra consoles the woman, and tells her to, “shake off your great sadness, and lay aside your many sorrows… the Most High may give you rest.” (4 Ezra 10:24). Suddenly, the woman is transfigured in an array of bright lights. She transforms into the New Jerusalem being rebuilt. As a bereaved widow she convinced Ezra to apply solace to himself through the image of a New Jerusalem. Fourth Ezra has two clear messages. First, do not grieve excessively over Jerusalem. Second, Jerusalem will be restored as a heavenly kingdom. Fourth Ezra also uses the title “Most High,” throughout the apocalypse to emphasis that the Lord will once again reign and reside in Jerusalem. The apocalypse of 2 Baruch is a contemporary narrative of 4 Ezra. The text also follows the same basic structure 4 Ezra: Job-like grief, animosity towards the Lord, and the rectification of Jerusalem that leads to the comfort of the Job-figure. Second Baruch is historical fiction, written after the Roman destruction but set before the fall of Jerusalem to the Babylonians. Baruch is distressed when the Lord informs him of Jerusalem’s impending doom. Baruch responds with several theological questions for God. For this study, Baruch’s inquiry about the future of Israel and the honor of the Lord are most pertinent (2 Baruch 3:4-6). Baruch learns that the Lord will destroy the city, not the enemy. Baruch also learns of a pre-immanent heavenly Temple: “[The Temple] was already prepared from the moment I decided to create paradise.” And I showed it to Adam before he sinned.” (2 Baruch 4:3). This Temple was created before Adam, and shown to him before Adam’s fall.
Two important conclusions come from 2 Baruch. First, the author dismisses hopes for an earthly re-built Temple. The focus is entirely on the heavenly Temple that pre-dated the Garden of Eden. This may be a device to express the supremacy of the heavenly Temple as a sanctuary built before Eden (the traditional location of the earthly Temple). Second, Baruch believes that restoration for the people of Israel exists in heaven, not on earth. The apocalypse of 3 Baruch is the anomaly among post-revolt New Jerusalem texts. Unlike 2 Baruch and 4 Ezra, the text exemplifies an alternative tradition that lacks a restored Temple. Like other apocalypses, 3 Baruch still mourns over the Temple, and re-focuses Jews to the heavens. Yet 3 Baruch finds that the Temple is ultimately unnecessary. This move could be polemical against works which afforded the Temple with excessive veneration. In the passage, an angel comes to Baruch and consoles him over Jerusalem: “Where is their God? And behold as I was weeping and saying such things, I saw an angel of the Lord coming and saying to me: Understand, O man, greatly beloved, and trouble not thyself so greatly concerning the salvation of Jerusalem.” (3 Baruch 1:3) Third Baruch certainly mourns over the Temple. Yet 3 Baruch is not ultimately concerned with the lack of a Temple. This text goes along with Jeremiah and Sibylline Oracles 4 to express a minority tradition within Jewish literature. In the first Christian apocalypse, the Book of Revelation coincides with this perspective on Jerusalem. The study will now move to early Christian perspectives on the Temple and the apocalyptic response in Revelation.Since Christianity originated from Judaism, the history of Jewish places of worship and the currents of thought in ancient Judaism described above served in part as the basis for the development of the Christian conception of the New Jerusalem. Christians have always placed religious significance on Jerusalem as the site of The Crucifixion and other events central to the Christian faith. In particular, the destruction of the Second Temple that took place in the year 70, a few decades after Christianity began its split from Judaism, was seminal to the nascent Christian apocalypticism of that time. In the Olivet discourse of the Gospels, Jesus predicts the destruction of Herod's Temple, and promises that it will precede the return of the Son of Man, commonly called the Second Coming. This prophecy of the renewal of Jerusalem by the messiah echoes those of the Jewish prophets. John of Patmos' vision of the New Jerusalem in the Book of Revelation draws on the Olivet discourse and all the historical precursors mentioned above.
Based on the Book of Revelation, premillennialism holds that, following the end times and the second creation of heaven and earth (see The New Earth), the New Jerusalem will be the earthly location where all true believers will spend eternity with God. The New Jerusalem is not limited to eschatology, however. Many Christians view the New Jerusalem as a current reality, that the New Jerusalem is the consummation of the Body of Christ, the Church and that Christians already take part in membership of both the heavenly Jerusalem and the earthly Church in a kind of dual citizenship.In this way, the New Jerusalem represents to Christians the final and everlasting reconciliation of God and His chosen people, "the end of the Christian pilgrimage." As such, the New Jerusalem is a conception of Heaven, see also Heaven (Christianity).Christianity interprets the city as a physical and/or spiritual restoration or divine recreation of the city of Jerusalem. It is also interpreted by many Christian groups as referring to the Church to be the dwelling place of the saints.
John of Patmos describes the New Jerusalem in the Book of Revelation in the Christian Bible, and so the New Jerusalem holds an important place in Christian eschatology and Christian mysticism, and has also influenced Christian philosophy and Christian theology. Such a renewal of Jerusalem, if a reconstruction, is an important theme in Judaism, Christianity, and the Bahá'í Faith. Renewed Jerusalem bears as its motto the words Ad librum (Latin: "as by the book".) Many traditions based on biblical scripture and other writings in the Jewish and Christian religions, such as Protestantism, and Orthodox Judaism, expect the literal renewal of Jerusalem to some day take place at the Temple
The dome over the Temple Mount, Old Jerusalem, and the entire city corresponds to Aldebaran, the alpha star and eye of the bull Taurus. The Foundation Stone within the Dome of the Rock is the center of this dome. Aldebaran, the thirteenth brightest star in our galaxy, is a first magnitude star located sixty-eight light years from Earth, forty times larger than our Sun and 125 times more luminous. It's usually described as rosy or pale reddish-orange in color, a quality the Hindu astronomers noted in their name, Rohini, which means "the Red One" or "the Red Deer." In Hindu star myths, Rohini is the female antelope, the daughter of the male antelope, Prajapati, the Lord of Generation (the constellation Orion). Its name, from the Arabic Al Dabaran, means "the Follower," or "Bright One of the Follower," a reference to how its appearance in the sky follows just after the rising of the Pleiades or perhaps the Hyades, both in Taurus; it also sets immediately following the setting of these two star clusters. To the Mesopotamian astronomers, Aldebaran was one of the four royal stars, or "Watchers," along with Antares in Scorpio, Regulus in Leo, and Fomalhaut in Piscis Austrinus (the Southern Fish). The Babylonians knew it as Ikuu, "the Leading Star of Stars," the Akkadians as Gisda, "the Furrow of Heaven."
Appropriately, with respect to the attributions of the Flood, tehom, and the cosmic waters to the Foundation Stone, in various cultures Aldebaran was associated with the gods of the rain and the Earth's fertility. An interesting astronomical aspect of Aldebaran is that it is one of the few first-magnitude stars that are eclipsed regularly by our Moon, sometimes, as happened in 1978, every month for a year. It would be a useful study to correlate the schedule of occultations by the Moon of Aldebaran with political events in Jerusalem to see if the astronomical events coincide with earthly happenings. GRAIL CASTLE: To understand what is meant by the statement that the Even HaShetiyah was set over the tehom to keep the waters of chaos from inundating the land, you need to reverse the relationships. The physical stone, which is part of the rock outcropping of Mount Moriah, is not the issue or the important player in this activity; it marks the spot.
The Foundation Stone does not keep the subterranean waters below the Temple Mount from rising up and flooding Jerusalem; rather, the Stone, which is an astral device, is the "plug" on the cosmic bathtub upstairs in the higher worlds. It is the realm of the ether, the primordial "waters" of creation, in which water is an esoteric code word for ether and primeval creative substance or matrix, for a level of undifferentiated consciousness-surely chaos to us.
The Temple Mount on Mount Moriah is the equivalent of Mount Ararat, the legendary resting place for Noah's Ark after the Deluge. There are in fact 144 such resting points for the Ark, for the resting place, the "Mount Ararat," is the staging ground for the ascent into the Grail Castle which is the same as the Ark. There the Ark floats, high above us, in the exalted dimensions, floating safely on the top of the Flood waters released in the interregnums between vast periods of creation and destruction Days and Years of Brahma, in the Vedic time system. The Ark, or Grail Castle, is the repository of all the information from the previous epochs of cosmic existence; the extent of this knowledge is almost unfathomable, almost incomprehensible, almost unattainable-except it isn't. The attainment of this inestimable, mind-dilating knowledge is the goal of the Grail Quest; it is the riches in the Celestial City of Lord Kubera of the North; it is the diverse contents of Noah's Ark; it is the cosmic wisdom of the Fish that towed the boat of Matsya-avatara to the northern mountain as the Flood subsided. The real Foundation Stone is the regulator for the flow from above to below of the cosmic waters, which when they flow, inundate human consciousness with the living, consciousness energizing wetness of the spiritual worlds. You could say that this Stone regulates how much deep cosmic memory and awareness can enter the human continuum at a given time without driving people mad. Too much transcendental knowledge is like chaos; it can be a deadly poison. But when the land has gone dry with an intellectualism and atheistic materialism, when it has become the Wasteland, as periodically happens, then it's appropriate to let a little water moisten the land. One master of this water-world was King Solomon, who, with his wife, fashioned the Ship of Time, using wood from the original Tree of Life in the Garden of Eden. Solomon placed King David's sword (the one he claimed from giant Goliath after he slew him) on the Ship of Time, which was an Ark, or repository, outside of space-time, to arrive, much later in planetary history, at the Celtic King Arthur's Camalate in England to be used by the Christed Knight, Sir Galahad."'
The connections will not be clear yet, but this is about the alpha and omega of the Temple of Jerusalem, the original Jerusalem temple in that holy city in the planet's early days, and the New Jerusalem to come at Glastonbury in England. King David's "sword" is the knowledge of how to activate and use the Jerusalem temple; this knowledge was obtained from the giant Goliath, who is a symbol for the Elohim, the angelic family whose members were the consummate masters of the geomantic temple and conservators of its mysteries. MYSTERIES OF THE EMERALD: As Jacob and Muhammad discovered, the Stone is also the launching pad for a remarkable Miraj into the higher spiritual worlds. The Stone itself-the real Even HaShetiyah-is the ladder into the higher worlds. It is the emerald, the true foundation and Foundation Stone of Jerusalem. It is the green stone brought by the angels from Heaven to Earth, the Stone by which the Phoenix is burned to ashes and restored to life, the stone that is "forever incorruptible" and whose "essence is most pure," known as the Grail, as Wolfram von Eschenbach wrote. The emerald is the Heart within the heart chakra, an esoteric dimension between the outer and inner aspects of this chakra. It is a six-sided double-terminated green stone standing vertically on one of its terminations; seen from the bottom up it is also a green cube. The entire Earth energy matrix is bounded by this emerald; it exists within every human; and it is one of the jewels from the crown of the Lord of Light. It is the essence of the Jerusalem temple as an archetype of the consummate heavenly city, the divine ideal.
In practical terms, the emerald as a subtle light form sits magnificently upon the physical Foundation Stone within the Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount. Its size is irrelevant and flexible; it is easier to interact with if you allow yourself to see it as perhaps the size of a skyscraper. That way it is easier to enter, which you may do through any of its six fluidic, permeable walls. There are other geomantic emeralds like this around the planet, but this one is special because its location is special. Only two places on Earth have the right combination of geomantic elements that allow this emerald (meaning, this emerald's special functions) to operate as intended. Only two places are designated for this seed to sprout: the Temple Mount in Jerusalem and the Tor in Glastonbury England. These are the Old Jerusalem and the New Jerusalem, both based on what we might call the once and future archetype of Jerusalem. Here I mean not the physical Israeli city, nor the architectural details of the First and Second Temple of Jerusalem, but the celestial original for this temple, from the light pattern library from which our reality is created. The existence of the two physical Temples of Jerusalem for a time embodied and grounded this heavenly ideal, enabling it to function in the material world, and that was centrally important for the Earth. Here is one reason why. The planet's twelve Vibrating Stones all lead here, to the Jerusalem temple archetype grounded at Temple Mount. Each stone grounds one of the Oroboros Lines that encircle the planet; each stone is coordinated with the celestial Jerusalem as overlaid on the Earth at the Temple Mount. There is one stone per one-twelfth division of the planet's surface, each of which is a Pentagon. To each Pentagon was assigned one of the twelve tribes of Israel; this was not a diaspora, but rather a code, a metaphor, for energies and holders of those energies assigned to each of the Earth's pentagons. If you were standing by one of the stones-at Delphi in Greece or in Glastonbury-you could follow its energy connections and find yourself in the original Temple of Jerusalem. That temple, and its archetype, had twelve gates: the twelve Vibrating Stones are also twelve gates, and lead into the archetype of the Temple of Jerusalem, which for a time was coincident with the two physical Temples. In practical geomantic terms, this meant that the twelve Oroboros Lines and the twelve zodiacal energies they represented were grounded at the Foundation Stone. Insofar as the twelve lines comprise twelve out of the fifteen prime energy lines that are the armature of the Earth's energy matrix, this central grounding point was potentially pivotal for the health, welfare, and destiny of the planet. A paradise on Earth-or something less exalted and uplifting-could be created or sustained from here. The myths are true in saying the world was created from this Foundation Stone, with all things spreading out from this point. Energetically the Earth is inside the emerald, the original Foundation Stone. Every aspect of the planet's complex geomantic structure is subsumed in this single planet-sized emerald; everything that comprises the Earth's geomythic matrix comes out of the emerald, and returns to it. When the Temple of Jerusalem is physically grounded on the Earth, things are in the process of returning to their source within the emerald; everything that spread out from the Foundation Stone at the beginning of creation is now magnetically being recalled to its point of origin. Seen over vast stretches of Earth time, it is like a shape turning itself inside out, over and over, cycling in on itself like a torus, Jerusalem manifest, then unmanifest, then manifest again."'
THE ARK OF THE COVENANT. What about the Ineffable Name of God inscribed on the Foundation Stone and the Ark of the Covenant, which resided in the Holy of Holies (the Devir, a perfect cube of twenty cubits), said to be over the Stone? Jewish belief says that the location of the Ark "marks the exact center of the world, or God's footstool. The Ark is understood to have been a container, a portable rectangular box or wooden chest lined with gold with long parallel handles, measuring about four feet long, two feet high, and two feet wide. It held the tablets of the Ten Commandments, both the shattered first version and the intact second one, as well as Aaron's magical rod and a small quantity of manna (a miraculous angelic food). At the time he received the Commandments while on Mount Sinai, Moses received instructions from God to construct the Ark of the Covenant to house the tablets. In many respects, Solomon built the Temple of Jerusalem to house the Ark. The Ark was the holiest of objects, said to possess extraordinary magical powers capable of protecting the Jews from danger. Biblical references–the Old Testament has two hundred–indicate that the Ark blazed with fire and lightning, emitted sparks, produced tumors or severe burns, could stop rivers, blast armies, destroy cities, and level mountains. It issued a moaning sound and was capable of rising off the ground and rushing at the enemies of the Jews in battle. God was said to descend and sit in the miniature Mercy Seat atop the Ark. The Ark of the Covenant is one of the mysteries of the Earth, and it is presumptuous to speculate as to its true nature. However, it was a device that had to do with a combination of sound and energy, and there was only one Ark. We can try approaching the matter sideways, as it were, through metaphor. The Ark was the voice of magic, the Word, the Ineffable Name uttered, all the living letters of the Hebrew alphabet spoken correctly, at once, the electric current that turned the system on. The system was the Earth grid, its armature of Oroboros Lines, its multiple linked emeralds-the "modem." It could make twelve Oroboros Lines into a single twelve-stringed instrument, played from here at the Foundation Stone. It could make all the elements of the Earth's energy matrix cohere, turn inside out, and become part of the Temple of Jerusalem. It was perhaps like a recording of the Word that was in the beginning, all the sacred syllables and sounds in perfect pronunciation-a magic wand of sound. When this sound touched the Even HaShetiyah, it animated the Earth's spiritual body and remarkable things happened and were possible.;When it was "on," it made not just the Temple but the entire Earth the Morning and Evening Star, the Foundation of Venus-Heaven on Earth realized, the celestial Jerusalem Temple fully manifest in matter. The downside was misuse, as J. R. R. Tolkien said of another unique magical device in The Lord of the Rings, "One ring to rule them ... and in the darkness bind them." The Earth had witnessed such a misuse, a malfeasance remembered in Grail myth as the Dolorous Stroke by which the Fisher King had misused the Sword of David (the Elohim's celestial codes for operating the system), wounded himself, and precipitated the Wasteland, The plug was put back in securely to block the flow of the tehom into the human world. Access to the Grail Castle was curtailed, and its reality eventually disbelieved, forgotten. INIMICAL ENERGIES AT THE TEMPLE MOUNT- We should not be surprised to find a fair concentration of what we could label dark and negative energies marshaled at the Temple Mount to block or distort access. Two giant astral beings are locked in mortal battle atop the Mount, swords clashing, wounds gaping; they are primitive beings of a male valence, and all they do is fight, striving to kill each other. This energy permeates Jerusalem. Numerous alien ships high above the city quarantine the Mount in a ring of beams broadcast like laser shafts. These energies help maintain the energies and functions of several circles of reptilian beings and giant astral snakes that surround the Mount, facing outwards into Jerusalem, discouraging access, keeping the energies combative, fragmented, bent on isolation and conflict. Behind them and also facing away from the Mount is another circle of large demonic control beings; their function too is to dissuade the fainthearted, to inflame those on the edge, to confuse or scare the rest, to keep the Mount and Stone from being used again as intended. The dome directly over the Mount and encompassing all of Jerusalem is damaged. Part of its crown is severed, like a yarmulke riding the side of the head by the ears instead of the occiput. The two cords linking the dome to the master dome at Avebury are damaged; one of them is not "hooked up" at all. The damages mean that Jerusalem through its dome is not receiving the beneficial cosmic energies of both Sirius and Canopus through Avebury as they are meant to; this allows other inimical energies to exert the predominant influence. The dome can be repaired, but it requires human assistance in conjunction with the angelic realm, and such repair could only be undertaken if the spiritual worlds judged it appropriate or karmically possible. (For information about another damaged dome, see Clingman's Dome, Tennessee.)
LUCIFER BINDING SITE: Coincident with the decommissioning of the Jerusalem Temple was the binding of Lucifer, Lord of Light, under the Foundation Stone. The Foundation of Venus, the Jerusalem new, old, and archetypal, is his light realm.
Elsewhere in Christendom, the tendency was to bury Lucifer under the granite weight of a massive Gothic cathedral, such as at Lincoln in England. For Jerusalem as the city to be healed, Lucifer, its foundation, will have to be unbound, and for the New Jerusalem to manifest on the planet, the Lord of Light will have to be restored to his pre-Fall position as God's chief archangel. This is not meant to be a definitive listing of the geomantic features of Jerusalem, for it has many others. Notable among these is one of the Earth's twelve Crowns of the Ancient of Days at Golgotha, the Hill of Skulls, and an eighteen-mile wide Landscape Zodiac on the periphery of the Old City.
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When driving to the union town of Barcaldine, home of the Australian Workers Heritage Centre, from the squatters’ town of Longreach (Stockman’s Hall of Fame, Qantas Founders Museum), a tiny black square starts to nudge across the vanishing point of Route 66. Closer, the pixel grows to a cube, a curious Ka’bah-like form crossing the highway. Closer again, a hollowness becomes apparent, the dark mass held above the horizon on eight legs, a burnt-black elevation allowing a few vertical slivers of animating light to appear and disappear in a veiling moiré effect. At eighteen-metres-cubed, the massive monument is wrapped by screens of charred timbers enclosing an array of sixty by sixty vertical timbers, recycled hardwood five-by-fives, suspended in a hanging grid. Orthogonal view lines open avenues to the horizon, with diagonals aligning to a secret second geometry. As in infinitely reflecting mirror cabinets, whether we look up, left or right, we find ourselves pinned at the intersection of insistently receding axes.
The ghost of the giant ghost gum is the central pole, the axis mundi. Its wrinkled, hollowed and patched trunk supports a few forlornly writhing final branches. It was a venerable old life form, near to the end of its days before the poisoning. The preserved remains have been returned to their exact origin. The timber cube shelters and venerates this sacred relic, but also aspires to invoke the living tree as it was in 1891. The architects have triangulated from historical photographs to plot the former branch spread as a negative spatial cast within the cube. Volumes of long-gone boughs are mapped in the billowing domical grids formed by 3,600 hanging timbers, each wooden tip chamfered obliquely into pentagonal leaf forms. The historic tree is rendered as a geometrically precise ghost, hollowed from the vast segmented mass of recycled timber, reanimated by passing breezes and enlivened by the slow movement of the sun.
At night, artificial lighting cranks up the metaphoric reading. The red-ochre pavement has inscribed bearings to the towns from which the strikers came. Uplights at each address illuminate the whitened end chamfers and solidify each canopy dome. The ancient root ball glows in an earth-red underground chamber, preserved for inspection below glass like an embalmed statesman in a mausoleum. Slightly-too-green top lighting through the hanging timbers brings a miraculously reborn tinge to the long-dead timbers, though it is only from down the street that the emerald lighting cloud coheres as a faint but persuasive outline of the phantom tree-in-a-box.
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The flag on a heavy galvanised cast iron water pipe is generally pushed up higher and higher with the flag bearer trying to keep pace in its upward movement. The various members of the entire contingent give their effort one by one. There are some specialists of course who have their palms covered and taped for greater tricks.
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The Elephant headed God Ganesha of the Hindu pantheon of Gods is an immensely popular deity woshipped assidously in Maharashtra, Goa and some other states. Elaborate ceremonies are enacted for the installation of the deity and then its sanctification and prayers and finally the immersion of the idol in a local river or ghat.
The popularity of the celebration in Maharashtra and elsewhere is a comparatively recent phenomenon and came about as a result of vigorous assertion from Lokmanya Tilak around 1895 AD to make it a memorable event full of pomp and pageantry to unite the vast multitudes of Hindus who could install and worship a deity in their own houses as the hitherto superior Gods like Shiva, Krishna and Vishnu were controlled by the Brahmins in their temples where the local people had no popular participation or involvement as a fanfare.
It turned out to be a great success in cohering the Hindus of the two echelons and also as a base for showing protest against the British rule.
Now it is a noisy / boisterous / loud celebration with the idol carried on the final day for immersion preceded by a fanfare that is chaotic and full of energy. A large contingent of drum beaters make a thunderous display of primal beats as they march down. Now there is a swagger and cultivated poise and stop that has been inculcated as well to make the presentation more dramatic and eye catching.
Young kids and girls also do the drum beating which was not what used to happen earlier.
Here is one of the young guns caught midair in his act.
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Built in 1904, this Classical Revival-style house features a red brick exterior, a hipped roof with bracketed eaves, three hipped dormers with decorative windows, a three-bay front facade, stone lintels and sills, a two-story bay window on the north facade, doorways with sidelights and transoms in the center bay, a porch with square columns, a cornice with dentils, hipped roof, rough-hewn stone porch railings, a second-story balcony with decorative balustrade above the center of the porch, a porte cohere on the south side of the house, and quoins at the corners of the front facade. The house served as the Phi Delta Theta fraternity house from 1932 until 1962, when it moved to the old fraternity quad on campus, and was later purchased by Centre College in 1979, being dedicated as the Carroll C. Chenault Jr. Alumni House in 1982 after Centre College alumnus Carroll C. Chenault, Jr. (1898-1973), whom graduated from Centre College in 1920, and was a successful farmer. Upon the death of his wife, Doris Chenault, in 1983, his farm was donated to the college, and was valued at $2.5 million dollars, the largest single donation to the college up to that point, being managed by the college and later sold with proceeds going to improve the programs and facilities at the college. The house serves as Centre College’s alumni center, with administrative offices and a small events center being located inside. The house is a contributing structure in the Maple Avenue Historic District, listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1987.
"Put in thy chants said he,
No more the puzzling hour nor day, nor segments, parts, put in,
Put first before the rest as light for all and entrance-song of all,
That of eidolons.
Ever the dim beginning,
Ever the growth, the rounding of the circle,
Ever the summit and the merge at last, (to surely start again,)
Eidolons! eidolons!
Ever the mutable,
Ever materials, changing, crumbling, re-cohering,
Ever the ateliers, the factories divine,
Issuing eidolons."
The story of Renaissance architecture began with the construction of the dome of the Santa Maria del Fiore. The cathedral of Florence was began by Arnolfo di Cambio in a Gothic style in 1294. In 1418, a competition was announced to construct an unbuilt dome. It was among the earliest public competitions in the history of architecture.
Filippo Brunelleschi (1377-1446) received a commission to build the dome.
By the time Filippo Brunelleschi was first consulted on the cathedral, the body of the church had almost been finished. It was only a gaping hole where there should have been a dome. To make the project more difficult, a drum had been built with large round windows in the sides. That means, lateral thrusts could not be brought to the ground through side vaults, as at the Hagia Sophia. It would have been impossible to build a wooden framework strong enough to support such a dome during construction, which was why the dome was not built by that time.
Brunelleschi created a curving rib-lattice structure, with a large metal chain at the bottom of the dome, resolving ay residual horizontal thrust. The lattice was built of brick laid in herringbone fashion to insure cohesion. The elegance of this method was that the first phase of construction did not require a support structure since each layer, as it spiraled closer to the center, would cohere to the one below. was constructed only in the last phase. The dome did not come to a complete close but end with an Oculus about 7 meters in diameter. To make sure that the ribs were in compression, a heavier-than. normal lantern had to be constructed over the Oculus, which was also designed by Brunelleschi.
-- A Global History of Architecture
The night was pure darkness, reminiscent of something like coal. An explorer chose tonight of all nights to explore a cave. This cave was not like others though, storing something valuable than the human soul and spirit: the Black Diamond, in ancient stories holds a forbidden evil upon The Wrath of The Eternal Eclipse. Rumor says that it contains Eclipso, the demon prophesied to bring the “Forever Night” amongst men and women—humanity alike.
The explorer trotted further down into the cavernous labyrinth of a cave until he saw a diamond floating in the middle of the cave, and as the explorer reached for the diamond, a ghostly, green hooded figure appeared. It was the Spirit of Vengeance— God’s Wrath. The Spectre himself.
Spectre: “Bruce Gordon, explorer. Abandon your current path, take off now and return home. Your mere prescence does not belong here.
Bruce Gordon: Who in the world are you? Who are you to determine my existence.
Spectre: Who I am is none of your concern. Heed carefully or I will have to cohere with actions that bring forth unforeseen circumstances.
Ignoring the Spectre’s warnings, the Black Diamond started to influence Bruce’s thoughts, it called out to him, manipulated him. He then raised his voice, screaming at the ghastly shadow in front of him.
Bruce Gordon: “NO, I’VE COME TOO FAR FOR YOU TO STOP ME!”
He ran through the intangible Spectre, going straight for the diamond and with no hesitation, the latter fired an unstable blast of cosmic energy. The blast caused the cave tops to collapse, as the Spectre phased through the rubble, unharmed.
Spectre: “He was foolish to follow in his endeavors.”
???: “Maybe he was, but luckily for me he followed through on it,” called a voice within the debris of the cave.
Spectre: “No….That voice. It can’t possibly be…”
???: It can be and will be, you bastard. You trapped me in that damned dank cave for centuries, so Aztar, you better believe it’s me. Eclipse is coming and there’s nothing you can do. But just in case you want to try……
Suddenly a blade dark as midnight, appeared through the ghostly apparition’s back, causing the Spectre to fall on the ground. His body became even tangible, as the figure formed from the shadows behind, with the appearance of a goblin with piercing black eyes; irises reminiscent of freshly scented blood. Its skin of the being was light blue like someone that was frostbitten. The creature wore a purple goblin hood, bandage wrappings around his arms, and a notable purple marking of a waning gibbous moon across his face.
It then begun to spoke. “You once knew me as Galid, Wrath of God’s Hand. But since we meet under a new age, I think it’s time for a new name. You can call me…..”
???: “Eclipso. And you won’t forget the name, because when I’m done with this world……. No one will.”
Eclipso took the obsidian sword of eclipse out of Spectre’s physical body. The Spectre leaves the body of his host and the host dies, leaving Spectre effectively dead until he chooses a new guardian to protect this earthly plane.
Eclipso: Farewell, Aztar. We will meet again when my revolution comes along in due time.”
Eclipso walked off, beginning his reign of eclipse.
The End
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A diorama that's sort of failed to really cohere: Spidey facing down the Sinister Six while lots of other stuff goes on in the background. I'll probably photograph the minifgures at some point, since they came out best of all.
The VERNON CAMP, B.C. Field Post Office was established - 1 July 1915 and closed - 1 December 1915 - it reopened - 1 July 1916 and closed - 7 November 1916.
- sent from - / FIELD POST OFFICE / CANADA MILITIA / AM / SP 21 / 15 / VERNON CAMP - B.C. / - cds cancel - this cds hammer was proofed - 12 June 1915 - (RF D) - (Bailey & Toop - M3-62 / RF B) - diameter is 28 mm.
- arrived at - / POINT GREY / SP 23 / 15 / B.C / - split ring arrival backstamp - this split ring hammer (A1-1) was proofed - 26 August 1911 - (RF D).
- redirected from - / POINT GREY / SP 25 / 15 / B.C / - split ring - this split ring hammer (A1-1) was proofed - 26 August 1911 - (RF D).
- redirected to - / LANGARRA / SP 25 / 15 / B.C. / - split ring arrival - this split ring hammer (A1-1) was proofed - 2 September 1914 - (RF E now is classified as RF D).
(from - Wrigley's 1918 British Columbia Directory) - LANGARRA / LANGARA (splelled with two "R"s in the old days). A Post Office in the municipality of Point Grey, a suburb of Vancouver, reached by auto roads and electric railway from West End of Fourth Ave. Has Anglican, Methodist and Presbyterian churches, also Queen Mary's school. This is a high-class residential district. Has an excellent bathing beach in the vicinity, with good boating and fishing. Many of local residents carry on business in Vancouver.
The LANGARRA Post Office was established - 1 October 1914 - it became Vancouver Sub No. 30 - 1 April 1922.
LINK to a list of the Postmasters who served at the LANGARRA Post Office - www.bac-lac.gc.ca/eng/discover/postal-heritage-philately/...; and Vancouver Sub No. 30 - www.bac-lac.gc.ca/eng/discover/postal-heritage-philately/...;
(1921) - Mr. James Davis Pitchford, who owns a grocery store and is Postmaster of the LANGARRA Post Office, at the corner of Sasamat and Belmont Streets. (4479 Belmont Street).
(1938) - James Davis Pitchford, 4867 Collingwood Street, resident of Vancouver 30 years, died today (6 January 1938 at age 62) in hospital. Mr. Pitchford, who retired from business four years ago, was postmaster at West Point Grey sub-station for 13 years. (Langarra / Vancouver Sub 30).
Message on postcard reads: Dear Harold & all. Guess you will think I have forgotten you. I thought I would get over to see you before I came up here but I only had two hours in Vancouver & that was spent at Headquarter of 72nd - did not get out to see Fannie or any of them. I have transferred into the 47th Batt. ??? & Ann getting on all O.K.. My address is - Bugler George Wright - No. 89262 - 47 Batt. C.E.F. Vernon. Yours Geo Wright.
George Wright
(b. 15 April 1894 in Barnsley, Yorkshire, England - d. )
He was a miner in Merritt, B.C. - he was wounded on - 11 April 1917 at Vimy Ridge, Northern France - hit with shrapnel on his left leg. He arrived back in Vancouver, B.C. on 22 January 1918 and stayed at 851 Keefer Street. His mother was Maria / Myria (nee Hutchinson) Wright (1867-1948) and his father was George E. Wright (b. 1861) - they were living on Railway Street, Trimdon Colliery, Durham, England.
LINK to his - Personnel Records from the First World War - www.bac-lac.gc.ca/eng/discover/military-heritage/first-wo...
Addressed to: Mr. & Mrs H. D. Tee / Point Grey / Winchester Street / Vancouver, B.C. / - redirected to - Langara, B.C.
Harold David Tee
(b. 5 July 1891 in London, England - d. 21 September 1968 at age 77 in Vancouver, B.C.) - occupation - District Superintendent Telecommunications for Department of Transport.
His wife - Ethel (nee Watson) Tee (her mother was Mary (nee Wright) Watson
(b. 24 August 1889 in Thirsk, Yorkshire, England - d. 18 September 1967 at age 78 in Vancouver, B.C.)
Clipped from - Star-Phoenix newspaper - Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada - 27 September 1951 - Prominent Harold D. Tee To Retire - Harold David Tee, Regina, formerly of Saskatoon. an outstanding radio figure who pioneered on the west coast, on far northern stations and a float, has retired from active radio work and will reside in Victoria, British Columbia. He held the post of district superintendent of radio for Saskatchewan in the department of transport, radio division. Mr. Tee had seen and taken part in the development of radio from the magnetic direction for reception and spark transmission that Marconi, the inventor, used, to the present electronical method by means of tubes for both reception and transmission. When Mr. Tee landed in Canada in 1911, he was somewhat of a rarity - a young man who could send and receive messages in the international Morse code. The early training he had received in the United Kingdom postal telegraphs immediately resulted in his employment by the Department of Marine and Fisheries as radio operator in British Columbia. It was in April, 1911, that Mr. Tee took his first appointment at Gonsales Hill wireless station at Victoria. About that time the old Marconi "Coherer" gave way as a detector to the Marconi magnetic detector. The Gonsales Hill station transmitters was a seven kilowatt spark job, a far cry to present day stations operating on 50,000 watts. Mr. Tee found himself working with men who had co-operated with Marconi himself on his initial experiments between the British Isles and Newfoundland less than a decade before. All the gear at the station was of Marconi manufacture. It was common procedure in those days to relay messages for the United States between Bremerton navy yard and Tatoosh, Wash., less than 300 miles apart. Today messages are sent half way round the world with ease. Only two vessels. on the Vancouver - Alaska run were equipped with radio, or wireless as it was called then, when Mr. Tie was transferred to Prince Rupert in September 1911. After a year there he was again moved to desolate Triangle Island in the Scott Archipelago, later abandoned in favor of Bull Harbour on Hope Island because cf the inaccessibility and storm area surrounding it. Mr. Tee recalls that it was a rugged existence in the isolated stations, with mail and provisions landed every three months, if possible. One hurricane totally wrecked the station and the wind gauge was registering 125 miles per hour when the cups were stripped off leaving the bare shanks. Mr. Tees next move was to the S.S. Malaspina in the fishery protection service, and at the outbreak of war in August, 1914, the Naval Ensign was hoisted and she became part of the allied Pacific fleet. The Malaspina became the scout ship for the allied fleet when the Gneisenau, Scharnhorst, Dresden, Koenigsburg and Leipzig of the German fleet were known to be planning a raid on the B.C. coast. Mr. Tees ship was scouting for the Tdzuma (Japanese), Newcastle, Ment and Otranto (British), and Rainbow (Canadian). The B.C. coast raid never materialized and the fact that the B.C. premier at the time, Sir Richard McBride, was instrumental in Canada getting two submarines from the Bremerton navy yard which had been built by the U.S. for Argentina, may have had something to do with it. Mr. Tee served as chief warrant officer in the R.C.N.V.R. until the end of First War hostilities, then returned to service with the department of marine and fisheries. He was later in charge of several coast stations, including Estevan Point, Cape Lazo, Bull Harbor, Point Grey and Digby Island. In 1930, Mr. Tee was promoted to radio inspector and came to Saskatoon. He was radio inspector for north Saskatchewan for 15 years. The Department of Transport was formed in 1937 because of the new air line inaugurated and the radio division became a branch. Mr Tee was promoted again to Saskatchewan district superintendent pf radio in 1945 and operated from Regina until his recent retirement. Mr. Tee is an amateur radio operator in addition to his other duties. He is now on leave of absence pending his official retirement at the end of September. During his leave radio "hams" in both Regina and Saskatoon have honoured him and presented gifts of remembrance.
LINK to For Posterity's Sake - A Royal Canadian Navy Historical Project - Harold David Tee - www.forposterityssake.ca/CTB-BIO/MEM001330.htm
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Kathy Etchingham:
This is a photo of Jimi outside 34 Montagu Square.
The flat belonged to Ringo Starr and we stayed there with Chas and Lotta after we had to move out of the Hyde Park Towers Hotel. I jumped on the bed at the Hyde Park Towers and the floor collapsed because the floorboards were rotten. They had to close the hotel to repair the rot.
To read about Montagu Square click on the link below.
www.kathyetchingham.com/34-montagu-square/
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The Jimi Hendrix Biopic Experience: Perpetual Haze
'All Is By My Side' treads careful path on rights issues, real-life personalities
By Noë Gold
The road to mounting a Jimi Hendrix biopic has been long and winding, frequently stalled by the roadblock that stood in the way — Experience Hendrix LLC, the estate’s tightly controlled rights and marketing organization, whose CEO is Janie Hendrix, the adopted daughter of Hendrix’s late father — without whose cooperation no Hendrix-penned music can be used in a film.
As the saying goes, be careful what you wish for.
“All Is By My Side,” shot last summer in Ireland and current in post, is doing exactly that. With Andre Benjamin (aka Andre 3000) starring as Hendrix, Hayley Atwell as his live-in London love Kathy Etchingham and Imogen Poots as Linda Keith, the film focuses on Hendrix’s pre-stardom period in swinging London. The biopic has not received permission from the Hendrix estate to use any of his music, and some of the guitarist’s associates are fuming that they were left out of the loop.
With the help of music supervisor Danny Bramson, who is also a producer, the film is using its cover as an origins story to feature music not written by Hendrix but rather songs by artists including the Beatles, Muddy Waters and Chip Taylor (“Wild Thing”), which Benjamin has recorded for the soundtrack.
You won’t be hearing “The Wind Cries Mary” in this film, and the woman for whom that song was written, Etchingham, is not pleased by the prospect of the film’s release or about how she is portrayed in it. She said she was not consulted about the storyline.
Etchingham said she contacted the filmmakers and offered help but did not get a reply. “I later read in the Independent that Hayley Atwell was playing my character and that I would be portrayed as a ‘wild child’ who swore in every line. I felt that it would not be an accurate portrayal.”
The article she cites describes Atwell’s account of the movie, in which she commented on playing Etchingham as a working-class Mancunian who was a “chain-smoking wild child” with a “tempestuous relationship with Jimi.”
Etchingham’s reaction: “Firstly, I am not from Manchester. I am actually Irish … my father’s family were prosperous Irish landowners and owned property in Dublin and Wexford. They could not be described as working-class. I am not prone to swear all the time. I was not a ‘wild child’ like other ‘rock chicks.’ My friends used to tell me how sensible I was.
“I don’t know where the screenwriter got this misinformation from. I’m sure a good film could be done about his London days, but it would probably be better in collaboration with people who actually knew Jimi personally, like me and Roger Mayer, Madeline Bell, etc.”
Mayer, the former British Navy engineer and close Hendrix personal friend who has been credited with co-creating the guitarist’s signature sound, noted that scenes in the film seem to depict Hendrix as a domestic abuser. “It seems these naughty filmmakers haven’t researched anything properly,” he said.
It has been 43 years since Jimi Hendrix died at the age of 27. To date, only documentaries, such as 1973’s “Jimi Hendrix,” which features the real personalities and live performances of the people in Hendrix’s life, including his father, Al Hendrix, Mick Jagger, bassist Billy Cox and Eric Clapton, have been produced.
Laurence Fishburne was close to mounting a biopic in 1993 based on the David Henderson biography, “‘Scuse Me While I Kiss the Sky” with himself in the title role. But since he could not use Hendrix’s music, the pic never got made. Since then, prospective projects featuring Eddie Murphy, Will Smith and even Prince have failed to cohere.
The most recent project to have tried and failed was a Legendary Pictures effort in 2011 with director Paul Greengrass (“The Bourne Ultimatum”) attached. But because the estate would not give Legendary topper Thomas Tull its blessing to use Hendrix songs such as “Foxy Lady,” “Voodoo Child” and “Purple Haze,” Tull opted not to proceed.
Janie Hendrix had this to say at the time: “When we do the Jimi Hendrix feature film bio, we will be involved and in control from the beginning.”
Representatives from Experience Hendrix did not respond to requests for comment.
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HAYLEY ATWELL
JIMI HENDRIX
KATHY ETCHINGHAM
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Ambulances
Closed like confessionals, they thread
Loud noons of cities, giving back
None of the glances they absorb.
Light glossy grey, arms on a plaque,
They come to rest at any kerb:
All streets in time are visited.
Then children strewn on steps or road,
Or women coming from the shops
Past smells of different dinners, see
A wild white face that overtops
Red stretcher-blankets momently
As it is carried in and stowed,
And sense the solving emptiness
That lies just under all we do,
And for a second get it whole,
So permanent and blank and true.
The fastened doors recede. Poor soul,
They whisper at their own distress;
For borne away in deadened air
May go the sudden shut of loss
Round something nearly at an end,
And what cohered in it across
The years, the unique random blend
Of families and fashions, there
At last begin to loosen. Far
From the exchange of love to lie
Unreachable inside a room
The traffic parts to let go by
Brings closer what is left to come,
And dulls to distance all we are.
- Philip Larkin