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Rencontres de Noël:
- Alors, vous préparez le réveillon? demande le vacataire qui m'est affecté au vaccinodrome de Toulouse ce lundi 27 décembre au soir alors que le bourdonnement de cette immense ruche où des centaines de professionnels, parfois bénévoles et souvent jeunes accueillent les candidats au vaccin (qui nous décevra beaucoup par son incapacité à nous protéger tant du Covid que de la transmission du virus…), le bourdonnement donc s'est calmé dans l'attente des doses de Moderna et Pfizer.
- Je suis prêtre et nous sommes, comme vous, mobilisés durant les fêtes alors nous ne préparons pas de Réveillon sauf si nous pouvons en organiser un pour des personnes pauvres ou isolées.
Ainsi hier, jour de Noël, je suis aller prier auprès d'une défunte à la demande de ses enfants avant de rendre une longue visite à une personne en longue maladie qui unit ses souffrances à celles du Christ crucifié.
- Je compris plus tard que mon interlocuteur avait déjà repéré à mon col et ma croix qu'il accueillait un prêtre et que sa question sur le Réveillon n'était qu'un prélude à ce qu'il allait me confier ensuite.
C'est ma troisième visite en ce lieu, toujours à la nuit tombée et l'impeccable organisation permet une belle fluidité du mouvement à travers les huit étapes du processus vaccinal depuis le premier accueil jusqu'à la sortie après les 15 minutes d'observations qui suivent la vaccination proprement dite.
Un autre mérite de cette organisation réside dans l'accueil qui nous est réservé à chaque étape: professionnel et souriant. Avec le charme additionnel des nombreux jeunes gens et jeunes filles mobilisés.
Est-ce un bénéfice additionnel de cette organisation anti-stress ou l'apanage de mes visites en fin de journées qui m'ont permis à chaque fois d'avoir de belles rencontres avec les accueillants heureux de converser avec un prêtre?
- Ce vieux pompier volontaire qui me piqua la première fois, après 21 heure alors qu'il avait une heure de route à faire pour rentrer chez lui à Saint Gaudens.
- Ce jeune professionnel africain, à ma deuxième visite, avec qui nous avons pu parler de son éducation chrétienne au Burundi et de son concitoyen et aumônier, notre ami le P. Jean.
- Et ce soir de Noël, cet homme de ma troisième dose, qui me confiait sa fierté d'être allé à la messe de la nuit de Noël, à Saint-Lizier, en compagnie de ses belles-filles de 10 et 14 ans et du père de ces dernières:
- Cela faisait des années que je n'étais plus allé à la messe.
- Qu'est-ce qui vous y a poussé?
- Je ne sais pas… Mais le plus beau est d'avoir réussi à convaincre mes belles-filles de venir.
- Leu mère y était aussi?
- Non, c'est leur père qui voulait mais elles ne voulaient pas au début. Et c'est moi, le compagnon de leur mère, non pratiquant, qui les ai convaincus de venir voir ce que c'est que la messe.
- Elles n'ont pas fait de catéchisme?
- Non et pourtant, finalement, elles ont voulu absolument venir.
- Et elles étaient contentes à la sortie?
- Oui, et j'espère surtout qu'il va se passer quelque chose pour elles.
- Qu'elle rencontrent Dieu, expérimentent l'amour du Christ?
- Oui, c'est ça.
À la sortie, un pompier volontaire repérant que je suis prêtre me parle de son bonheur d'avoir pris en blablacar pour un long trajet jusqu'à Paris, un prêtre pompier volontaire lui-aussi, le P. Moïse Kaboré, ancien curé de Castanet près Toulouse et ancien curé et pompier à Saint-Céré, dans mon diocèse de Cahors.
3 doses, 4 rencontres chaleureuses qui sont autant de motifs d'action de grâce et de confirmation de cette certitude qui a grandi en moi: ces rencontres d'ici-bas qui sont les vraies richesse de nos vies sont un préludes aux rencontres de là-haut, avec nos frères et sœurs, concitoyens du Ciel.
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On demand, the square version...
I have to admit that I like this shot myself, most of all because at full zoom in you can see her face, tack sharp.
As requested (demanded LOL) by Djuliet.
We've had a sudden change in the weather here. About a week ago we had daytime highs in the 60's. Recently we have had highs in the 20's and 30's and lows in the teens down close to 0. Over the years my fur has migrated from the top of my head down to my chin, so to keep my dome warm I borrow fur from rabbits. Made in France I got this hat about 10 years ago in northern Minnesota where they no what cold is really like. It has been affixed to my head every winter since.
A hearty thanks to the rabbits who gave their lives for my comfort, and an apology to my vegan son and the people at PETA.
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12/13/2009
Yes, it is PINK-WEEK, by popular demand!
Pink is a pale red color, which takes its name from the flower of the same name, Dianthus (carnation) .
According to surveys in Europe and the United States, pink is the colour most often associated with love, beauty, charm, politeness, sensitivity, tenderness, sweetness, childhood, femininity, and the romantic.
When combined with violet or black, it is associated with eroticism and seduction.
The name derives from the frilled edge of the flowers—the verb "to pink" dates from the 14th century and means "to decorate with a perforated or punched pattern" (possibly from German pinken, "to peck").
While the word "pink" was first used as a noun to refer to a color in the 17th century, the verb "pink" continues to be reflected today in the name of those hand-held scissors that cut a zig-zagged line referred to as pinking shears.
Pink was not a common colour in the fashion of the Middle Ages; nobles usually preferred brighter reds, such as crimson.
Shocking pink was a new and more assertive pink invented by Italian fashion designer Elsa Schiaparelli in 1931, by mixing a little white with magenta. It became her signature colour.
Pink has symbolised a "welcome embrace" in India and masculinity in Japan.
MORE about pink HERE: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink
A close-up of a candy-pink tulip of the smaller variety with enormous beauty.
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Designer Pedro Serra sur une base de Dyane 6, produite à 5 exemplaires en Espagne à la demande d'un industriel, la commercialisation n'aura jamais lieu.
2 cylindres 602cm3 32ch
Les deux fontaines, de la place de la Concorde, inspirées de celles de Saint-Pierre de Rome, ont été installée entre 1835 et 1840 par l'architecte Jacques Hittorff à la demande du roi Louis Philippe. La fontaine des fleuves du côté de la rue Royale et la fontaine des mers du côté de la Sein . Ces références marines évoquent l'emblème de la capitale et sa devise Fluctuat nec mergitur.
La fontaine des Mers (Côté Seine)
Groupe de statues en bronze (hauteur 3m) : L’Océan et la Méditerranée, par Auguste-Hyacinthe Debay (1804-1865), La Pêche des perles et La Pêche des coquillages par Achille Valois (1765-1862), La Pêche des poissons et La Pêche des coraux, par Antoine Desboeufs (1793-1862).
Sous la vasque supérieure : La Navigation maritime, Le Commerce et l'Astronomie, par Isidore Hippolyte Brion
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Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.
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(Woliwon)
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.
LDP001 and LDP002 head up 3BM7 QRNational superfreighter through Yanderra. CLP10, G534 and G516 are dead attached behind the two LDP Class, having brought the train down from Brisbane that morning. The two LDP Class were attached in Broadmeadow Yard.
This was the first in-service run of LDP001 and LDP002, the first of a series of nine new locomotives on long term hire to QRNational from Locomotive Demand Power (Downer EDI) to replace the motley collection of older horsepower on their intermodal traffic. The LDP Class (and the 6000 Class GE units) successfully replaced the older members of the CLF, CLP, G and X Class on most mainline QRNational interstate freight.
This is a re-upload of an original. For some reason, Flickr wouldn't display the proper high-res version even replacing the original low-res version, so I've had to upload it as a new photo. So apologies if this seems familiar; it probably is.
Tu t'demandes si tu es une bête féroce ou bien un saint
Mais tu es l'un et l'autre et tellement de choses encore.
Tu es infiniment nombreux
Celui qui méprise, celui qui blesse,
Celui qui aime, celui qui cherche
Et tous les autres ensemble.
Trompe-toi, sois imprudent, tout n'est pas fragile.
N'attends rien que de toi, parce que tu es sacré,
Parce que tu es en vie, parce que le plus important n'est pas ce que tu es
Mais ce que tu as choisi d'être.
Being Batman demands exceptional physical fitness!
This gym, located deep in the heart of the Batcave, features, left to right:
- Rope climping station and skill practise target
- Pommel horse
- Equalizer bars, dip belt with a blue 20kg weight plate to increase difficulty for dips, pullups etc
- Barbell rack (barbell in rack loaded at 170kg)
- Spare plates (2xblack 10kg, 2xgreen 15kg, 2xblue 20gk, 2xred 25 kg)
- Extra wide pullup bars
-Three extra barbells, each 20kg
- Rubber tire and sledge hammer for tire flips, ture pounding stamina exercise etc.
As you can see, Batman is a real badass, and his capabilities range much furthe r than just brute strenght.
Note: the weight plates, displayed by round 2x2 plates, have the olympic weightlifting standard coloring;
Red plates = 25kg
Blue plates = 20kg
Green plates = 15kg
Black plates = 10kg
Any suggestion for making gymnastic rings in lego are highly appreciated. Maybe you have an idea, Hugo?
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Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.
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Jeanne d'Arc relevant l'épée de la France - Antonin Mercié, 1902. Dédié aux morts de la Première Guerre mondiale.
J’ai pris cette photo au milieu des vents forts et des pluies abondantes... et je me sentais heureux. /
I took this photo amidst strong wind and heavy rain... and I felt blissful.
During my recent Thanksgiving visit to Domrémy, Joan of Arc's birthplace in Northern France, I think I received the greatest compliment that any von Richthofen ever got upon hearing these words — "You've come back home."
The purpose for my second deployment to the French region of Lorraine was much the same as the first—that is, to ask, "How do you say I love you?"... How do you say it? Though the question became more poignant the second time around, the overwhelming feeling I got from my Saint Joan was that it didn't matter... what matters is that you ask.
Codi von Richthofen,
Saint Joan of Arc Superstar ©
...a bit of abstractionism...
Constructed from brick, gypsum and lime, most of the pigeon towers originated in the Safavid period of the 16th century, and many still punctuate the plains around Esfahan. This one was actually in the city limits, and contained not one but nine towers in one building, where this was the larger centre tower. The open dome at the top allows pigeons to enter easily, while the honey comb like inner structure provides a home for each and everyone. The smell inside unmistakingly betrays the purpose of the building... which is to collect pigeon droppings to be used as a softener in Esfahan's leather tanneries, as well as fertilizer for the rich watermelon fields.
This particular one, the Hezar Jarib tower, is located in the city, on Sheikh Sadoogh street by the Esfahan University, and is about 14 meters high inside. The absence of pigeons in the shot is perhaps an indication that the increasing use of chemical fertilizer and tanning agents has resulted in a lack of demand for the real s***!
* This photo appears on the Dark Roasted Blend site.
Coal is still Queensland’s major mineral export, despite reductions in demand as coal fired power stations go offline. That is called thermal coal. We often forget that coal is still an important ingredient in other metal processes and metallurgical coal is still fundamental to steel making all round the world. Coal leaves Queensland from four major ports at Abbott Point, Hay Point, Gladstone and also Brisbane where coal from the Darling Downs is loaded onto ships after a sinuous trip over the Great Dividing Range. Large exports of coal also are handled at Newcastle and Port Kembla in New South Wales, while iron ore heads out from the Pilbara and south coast of Western Australia. No one would suggest we go without steel.
This shot sees Aurizon’s 2311 ** and 2308* powering out of the Port of Brisbane at Fisherman Island (the bridge marks the entry to the island port) with 49 empties for the Darling Downs.
I was standing here alone when I looked around to find another enthusiast beside me. Turns out he was a Canadian out here for a railway bash for four months, that’s what I call a great holiday. I wonder if he got home early. It was nice to be able to give an unassuming and friendly fellow enthusiast some tips.
Aurizon coal train, Fisherman Island, Brisbane, Queensland.
* Detailed observers may just be able to see that 2308 has a moustache painted on the side of its cab. This is in support of the Movember Foundation which uses the logo in support of its goal of raising awareness of men’s health issues. Men often neglect their health for various reasons, but guys, amongst other things, ask your doctor to give you the finger on an annual basis. It may just save your life!
** The 2300 class are ex. Queensland Railways locomotives, QR’s freight arm being privatised as Aurizon. They were converted from the 1550, 2400, 2450 and 2470 classes. Many are now stored as Aurizon traffic levels have reduced or they have withdrawn from traffic of a non-mineral nature across Queensland. Some locos of the class remained with Queensland Rail.
Locos from both companies now wear old and new liveries, in fact as far as I know, Aurizon still has locos in two ex. QR liveries (Bronco and Eagle) as well as the first Aurizon livery shown here and the cheap latest basic scheme which is mostly just yellow.
A couple have been recently converted to lighter locomotives with complete upgrades of just about everything into the 2700 class. However, traffic changes may preclude further conversions.
Here is the 2300 story
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queensland_Railways_2300_class
The 2700 class, 2701- is yet to be written!
I must confess that all this while, I had been taking it for granted. I was flipping the channels and Netflix when I accidentally pressed the VOD button on my ASTRO remote. Then I learned that the new WestWorld season and episodes were out. And to my surprise, they were free and available through the box, via the internet. And they were the uedited US versions.
More exploration and then I learned that the fifth season of “Silicon Valley” was also available. Far out!
I was done with the WestWorld - only 2 episodes released so far - and was catching up on Silicon Valley. The WestWorld episodes were pretty heavy stuff though, with revelation aplenty. Too much for casual viewing ....
Anyway, the point of this post was clearly ASTRO offered a lot more that met the eyes through their “on demand” service. Most of the movies needed paying though and selection were pretty limited. But when it came to TV series, they were free, up to date and were the US versions. Not to be missed!
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- Bonsoir, bonsoir tout le monde, accueillons dès à présent notre invité du soir pour sa seconde participation, je vous demande d'acclamer : Adrien Saucisse !
*gros silence dans le public*
- Bonjour tout le monde !
- On dit Bonsoir, même si l'émission est enregistrée l'après-midi, vous avez compris quoi...
- Vous êtes pas le Monsieur-Madame de la dernière fois ?
- Et non ! Officiellement il a été faire un road trip en moto autour des Balkans, officieusement il était un petit peu fatigué. Bref, on s'en cogne ça m'a permis d'être enfin appelé par Pole Emploi !
- D'ailleurs commençons tout de suite, on va parler de votre dernière œuvre : Le mec qui s'est pendu !
- C'est la carte du Tarot du pendu oui...
- On va attaquer dans le vif du sujet immédiatement, pourquoi il bande ? Je veux dire, pourquoi avoir montré cet homme en érection, le zizi à l'air en train de pendre au bout d'une corde.
- Hein ?! Comment ça ?
- C'est une auto-strangulation dans le but d'avoir le kiki tout dur qui a dérapé ou quoi ? Le public veut savoir pourquoi on peut voir son zgueg, un 17.3 cm d'après le théorème de Pythagore d'ailleurs selon notre experte Sandy.
- *regarde sa photo attentivement* C'est sa ceinture qui dépasse...
- C'est un gros zizi plutôt non ? On a mis nos spécialistes sur le coup et ils sont formels, c'est du chybrax post-mortem que vous nous avez collé sous la rétine.
- Non, non je vous jure, c'est sa ceinture, j'ai pas fait gaffe...
- Sa ceinture... Bah voyons, le mec est en train d'être pendu et il s'est dit "Tiens, j'ai quand même sacrément envie de pisser" et il s'est défroqué pour faire pleurer le cyclope avant de crever !
- Non je pense pas... vraiment, ptet dans la chute elle s'est défaite, je sais pas...
- Honnêtement... il s'est tapé une petite... vous voyez ce que je veux dire. On le sait tous, quand on subit une strangulation ça fait monter le débit sanguin, le bambou se fait poutre et l'orgasme apoplexique n'en est que meilleur...
- Franchement, c'est juste une histoire avec des sorcières à la base...
- Justement parlons-en des sorcières... On parle bien de celles qui chevauchent des balais, cet objet phallique sensé représenter l'organe masculin.
- Ouais, mais non... enfin... Je sais pas trop ou vous voulez en venir...
- Aaaaaah mais je vois.... Ce sont les sorcières qui lui ont défait la ceinture pour lui tutter le grillon si vous voyez ce que je veux dire... Petit cochon !!!
- Mais non ! L'histoire c'est pas du tout ça, la ceinture on s'en cogne...
- "On s'en cogne" ? Comme par hasard vous utilisez ce mot... "cogner"... comme quand on se cogne les boules sur un balai par exemple !
- Hein ?! Mais qui fait ça bon sang ?!
- Jouez pas aux innocents, on s'est tous calé un manche à balai dans la boîte à camembert pour se barater le nutella à un moment ou un autre si vous voyez ce que je veux dire...
- Bon ! Il est où "Monsieur-Madame," je crois que je préfère encore me faire insulter.
- Bon, j'ai lu votre histoire avec ces meufs à poil... C'est un gang-bang qui a mal tourné on est d'accord ? Notez le jeu de mot Sandrine, on le mettra sur le best-of de fin d'année.
- Mais pas du tout, ce sont des sorci... oh et puis zut...
- Non, vraiment, j'ai lu le délire, y'a rien qui va. Le mec sur l'image il est pendu par les pieds, allo quoi, par les pieds... Elles sont connes ou quoi ?
- C'est la carte du pendu dans le tarot Marseillais...
- Bonne-mère ! C'est qu'il va nous faire croire que son truc c'est autre chose qu'une touze qui a foiré, bah voyons ! Et ça serait quoi alors l'histoire ?!
- Je peux pas trop dire, chacun doit trouver son propre sens en la lisant... C'est un peu ça le truc.
- Et pourquoi elles sont à poils bordel ?! Ça baise à un moment ou quoi ?!
- Bah ce sont des sorcières... des créatures animistes en quelques sortes. Enfin, dans ma vision des choses.
- Bon très bien... Vous voulez dire quelque chose au public avant qu'on termine cette interview ?
- Mmmm... ce que je veux ?
- Ouais, ouais, fais-toi plaisir.
- A LIDL ils font des raisins sans pépins, c'est super bon, j'arrête pas d'en manger et du coup j'ai la chi....se fait couper*
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Red Herrings :
Act Three - Herrings shaken, not stirred
Sunday, early Morning.
The Chief Inspectors Superior, roused out of bed by the baron in his castle, called his subordinate at 4:20 in the Sunday morning. The screws were royally applied to the whole affair, he demanded full reports first in thing morning and continuing on a regular basis as developments were made, up until the kidnapped girls were recovered.
The Chief Inspector and his team were back at the investigation by 8 am the next morn .
A run through the Interpol computers came up with a only few isolated events of jewels disappearing while being worn.
A few dances, shopping malls and theatres… but only one or two pieces at a time, nothing ever reported missing from one function on this large a scale. But no descriptions of any of the thieves were obtained, and no arrest reports filed ! So there was a complete dead-end end to that line of inquiry!
There was also received back word back about any matches to his descriptions of the Priest, dark skinned man, two ladies, and the members of the filming crew from the interviewed guests the evening before. Interpol’s collection of known thieves and kidnappers turned up no close hits, although a list of suspected jewel thieves known to be in the area was given, further murking the already muddied up waters a bit….
He handed the lists over to a Detective inspector and his team to trace down any leads.
Now, in the Chief inspectors view, that meant they were a probably after a group of solo thieves who had come up with the idea of collaboration of skills for this event, with a bit of kidnapping on the side. And probably also had managed to stay under the radar, up until now! Which hopefully meant they were younger, and more likely to eventually make a mistake !
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The Chief Inspector than dispatched a Detective Sargent and 4 constables, along with and a dog handler with a German Shepard trained to smell blood and cadavers, back out to St. Andrews to give the grounds a thorough going over in daylight.
There was nothing further to report until 9:am, when the Detective sergeant sent out to check round the hotels had finally located the actor and the actress at the hotel both were staying at. He was in route now with the pair.
Each one, upon arrival, was placed into separate guarded interview rooms.
The information both gave was unfortunately quite limited.
The Chief Inspector interviewed the actor first:
Yes he knew the director, a mid -level talent usually found working in small series. He lived in London, like the actor did.
Yes he knew the director’s London address, but no , he did not know where the director and his crew were spending the weekend in town. Theirs had had been short scripts, with no real, need for rehearsals or meetings. It was only for a test shoot, wasn’t it? So they had only met when the limo had deposited them at the filming site.
The actress was staying in the same hotel, and the Limo had collected and dropped them both off. They had been alone in the Limo, the director and his assistant had ridden in the jumper seat of the black van driven by one of the camera men. No, he never saw them loading anything in the van. Much too busy signing autographs, wasn’t he?
No, other than the director, he had never met or worked with any other members of the film crew.
No, he had never been at St. Davids before, and had not known any of the guests there.
No, he had been too focused on his job to pay any attention to what was going on amongst the guests. He did not see anything unusual.
He read over the descriptions of the troupe of thieves, but did not admit to having noticed then=m either.
Bloody twit, the Chief Inspector though gruffly to himself as he departed the interview, to damn full of himself!
The Actress was than interviewed:
She was a heartbreaker, not overly intelligent, whose main acting credentials apparently were her legs!
She also much gave the same answers as the actor, with a couple of notable exceptions…
She had only done a few plays on the Eastend , and a small part in a tv commercial. This was her first time doing any type of filming for a movie. No she was not contacted by the director personally, her agent had told her about it and had arranged everything.
No, she never heard where the director or his crew were staying, or had ever met or worked with any of em prior to the weekend.
She had met all of them, including the actor, for the first time that night at St. Davids.
Of course she had met the actor first on the Limo drive she corrected herself giggling. No, there had been no rehearsals, the scripts had been simple, and add libbing had been encouraged. since it was only a test shoot with a limited budget, there was to be no dress rehearsals!
Just to be paid for an evening’s work and hotel fare, that was all the job entailed.
She had been at St. Davids before, as a young girl out for a holiday with her parents, had taken the tour of the historic building and grounds.
She also had not really seen anything out of the ordinary going on amongst the guests.
When she had gone through the descriptions she did remember the dark skinned gentleman who she thought looked rather dashing in his tux, and had actually looked out for him during the autograph signing. But he had failed to make an appearance.
Though she thought she had glimpsed him standing off talking to a lady in a green gown in a corner of the garden as she was waiting to sign autographs . But she could not be sure, she giggled nervously...she had looked at the spot while leaving she admitted coyly, but no one was there.
Could she give a description of the lady he was talking too. No she giggled, it had been the dark skinned man she was hoping would have asked for her autograph, not them!
Did you see or meet any priests.
She had remembered seeing a couple of priests, She knew one had met them at the door, but really could not describe him.
All priests looked the same, don’t they now? , she giggled once again, causing the female constable observer to wince as she stood at attention behind the actress.
Did any of the priests ask for your autograph ? Nope, none of them, but that would have been a lark now, wouldn’t it have? She giggled again.
But of course, it had been a priest who had supplied the pens and paper, hadn’t it.
Yes she said after some thought, but giggled, don’t think I would recognize him ever again!
They both, of course tried asking their own questions, but were met with tight lipped silence from the Chief inspector.
Dead ends, the both of them
They were advised not to leave the area until further notice and released.
The Chief Inspector sat in his office pondering…
So, was there a reason a pair of lesser known actors had been recruited. And was it important that neither of them had met or worked with the filming crew before. How much time was actually spent on giving out the autographs? It had been the, or a , priest who had started the autograph session. Was another reason for it, a more sinister one perhaps?
So the Director and his crew were still mysteriously missing, and what part of all this did they play?
He decided that they needed to be the major focus of the investigation…especially since the suspected thieves as of yet, had not been identified.
And after all he reasoned, their van was the only vehicle seen in the area to have been able to conceal 3 kidnap victims!
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The Chief Inspector immediately dispatched the sergeant and a constable to the directors townhouse in London, after contacting Scotland Yard to send a man around and detain the Director, or to hold the area if no one was home until his sergeant detective arrived on scene.
He told the Detective Sergeant, that once the director and crew were rounded up, to make sure he acquired the film… It may came in handy to see what the cameras may have caught in regards to whom was doing to what to whom in the background!
Meanwhile the three victims whom had phoned in that night before, arrived promptly at ten as requested.
The inspector interviewed each of the couples separately:
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The first couple came in, a retired colonel and his rather quiet lady.
The colonel tried to do all the talking for both of them, but he was quickly hushed, and his wife, obviously no used to being able to speak in public, managed to wrench out a few syllables.
She had worn a diamond brooch shaped like a robin in flight. A body and wings of diamonds, with red ruby eyes and a red ruby breast. It had belonged to her husband’s mother, one piece of a rather large collection she had inherited some many years back.
They had no children, or close relatives, so they had been there alone. She had gone out to watch the filming in the gardens whilst her husband had been in the smoking area upstairs.
No she had not been in any contact with the film crew…
At first she really did not remember anything else out of the ordinary. But after the Chief Inspector had given her a brief description of the all the suspects, she did recall a rather pleasant priest who apparently had been tripped into her. She had been talking to him when her husband had come with her wrap, and had ever so gallantly helped her on with it. At this her husband snorted.
The Chief Inspector than tried to ask the colonel(ret) some questions, but the man stubbornly refused to admit that he had had time to bother observing anything his fellow guests were doing!
Neither one recalled when the last time they had seen the brooch, not missing it until up in their rooms getting ready to retire.
^^
The second couple came in, a bit younger than the first, in their forties.
The husband was an investment banker, a rather stuffy, slick specimen with a thin moustache and a gold capped toothy smile. He had spent most of the evening chatting it up with clients and potential clients. With him it was always business, and his wife was frequently left alone to her own devices.
His wife was a tallish lady, quite regal in appearance, poise and manner. She had lost her rather valuable bracelet. She looked sad when she mentioned her lose, her husband just smiled, no worries love, jut buy another, like falling of a horse, the sooner you get back on, the better you will feel!
She had been one of the ones asked to dance in the background and as her husband was not available, had danced with a man whose description fitted with the dark skinned male wearing the fancy tux to a tea.
But she had also been out in the gardens and had remembered talking to a pretty blonde in red taffeta. No, she had not been bumped, and the lady had been a keen on her necklace, holding it up , with her permission, for a better look. Never mentioned or looked at the bracelet?
Do you have any idea when the last time you remembered seeing your bracelet my dear? The Chief Inspector asked curiously.
The wife though long and hard over this, no she admitted, couldn’t remember. But than my mind was on the filming wasn’t it.
So, did you see the two of em together then, the dark skinned Romeo and the lady in red taffeta? No she had not, but she had seen the darker skinned man talking to a younger lady girl wearing a red satin gown.
She gave a description, and it matched that if one of the missing twins, right down to her sparkling jewels.
Where did you see them talking he asked mildly interested ( would not do to scare her off the question) The girl was standing talking to one of the film crew, man with a camera, the man in the tux was standing behind her, also asking questions….
A few more questions produced nothing more of interest, though the Chief Inspector felt that he may at long last be starting to untangle the thorny problem that was his case!
^^
The third and last couple proved to be no lesser snobs than the first.
The husband was a rather pompous barrister, man in his late 50’s. He sat down with a stern look placed upon his face, listening intently to make sure all questions were prompt and to the point.
His wife was a rather pretty thing, chirpy, with big blue eyes and reddish hair, short ,only about 4’11 and quite a bit younger than the fuming barrister, just barely into her thirties, an autumn spring romance if ever there was…
She had started out twittering her story with a high pitched voice that was almost comical:
Her and her husband had danced a bit, before the Barrister’s knee had flamed up and he sought refuge in the smoking lounge, where he stayed until his wife had collected him early, so he could take his medication before turning in..
Since she was already wearing her wrap, he had not noticed the missing diamond pendent with its diamond chain from around her throat.
Yes, the wife remembered seeing a priest entering with the film crew, and he had actually appeared at her shoulder son after her husband had left and engaged her in friendly conversation.
The wife remembered having danced with a few gentleman during the filming… one of which again matched the description of the Dark skinned Romeo.
He had stood a good 2 heads taller than her, and she remembered how low he had to bend over to talk to her. He had been ever so nice, and had taken her to collect her wrap, and had helped her on with it.
What was your warp the inspector asked?
A white Russian sable cape, with diamond clasps. A gift from her husband, like the pendent….
Nice gifts, thought the chief Inspector dryly, wonder what indiscretions the barrister bloke was paying for ! He thought to himself.
The wife had left right after the filming. Though she would have like to have met the actor. She had seen him entering with a priest, and had seen the priest as her dance partner was helping her into the sable warp wrap. On a lark she thought about staying and asking the priest if he could arrange meeting the actor for her.
She had gone up to him, and had asked him that very same question. He apologized, but said it was not his right to ask him for such a favor. He had been very pleasant about it all, and had complimented her on her attire.
So you showed him what you were wearing. Yes she giggles, I had unfastened me cape so he could get a better look, and I was hoping it would help me make my case. Was that bad of me, trying something like that on a Priest? She chirped coyly.
Her husband snorted his displeasure.
Did you notice atoll if you were still wearing your pendent, no she admitted blushing, I was too nervous about asking the priest my question . He had helped her button back up, and that was the end of it.
She had gone upstairs to collect her husband, and the chauffer drove them home soon afterwards…
The husband just grunted, what she said, when the Chief Inspector tried to delicately question the Barrister.
He let them both go, entering his office to find a pair of sergeants writing out their reports.
The first one reported that none of the hotels checked in the area had the name or description of the director, his assistant or the two cameramen, which in the detectives eyes, made it all the more suspicious about what part they all had played in the kidnappings.
The second sergeant was in from the task force sent to scour the grounds.
No further evidence of the thefts, or of missing girls was uncovered. No scuffle marks, loose jewels, or even a broken branch was found to give a Clue as to what had transpired that evening, or what had happened to the vanished girls..
There was a set of tyre marks leading from the parking lot past the small stone house with the green door. They were suspicious because they appeared to have been made in a hurry, cutting through the lawn to take a short cut. Plaster castes had been made of those imprints..
So nothing really new to put a decent spin on the case, The Chief Inspector thought bleakly..
It was a rather downtrodden Chief Inspector who called in with his bi - hourly update.
He promptly had his head chewed off and served to him on a platter….
Do you mean lad, that three ultra-wealthy girls with important ultra- wealthy parents, and a small fortune in jewels had all vanished, totally and completely, with no evidence to speak of!?
Blimey lad, what have you been playin at, cause it certainly aint the game of detecting!
Not atoll satisfactory Inspector, not atoll !!!
Listen ere now, place every available man on this case, follow down every thread you can find, no matter how thin!
And if those girls are not back with their families within the next 24 hours, you will be demoted so fast your head will spin laddie, and I will find someone to take your sorry place who knows how to run a proper investigation!!!!
It does no good mate, the Chief Inspector’s Superior roared at him through the phone, to eliminate where the girls aren’t, and who has not got them, we need to know where they are and in whose clutches!!!!!!
With that the phone was slammed down on the other end, and the C.I. leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He knew he needed to find answers or heads would have to roll, his being first, knocking down the others like so many bowling nine pins!!
He opened his eyes wide and sat straight up… And why the bloody ‘ell has there been no ransom demand!?
Or had there? He reached for the phone, sending extra men around to the Manor and the Castle telling them to lie low and follow anyone who comes and goes from the house…
Two hours later he still did not have the answer to that particular question about the unsent ransom notes, but he was to find the answer to another perturbing question, and the first real break in the case….!
Two hours later, The two police officers sent by the Chief Inspector had arrived at the directors London town house only to find it deserted. As they stood at the back of the Townhouse talking to an officer form London, a sports car could be heard crunching along the long graveled driveway in front ……………….
End of Act 3
“Quand on rencontre un mystère, on croit généralement être scélérats cachés “
Author Unknown
To be Continued 😉
C'est un excellent point de départ pour une expérience pratique. L'objectif est de passer de la théorie (Ur-Delà, Holomatière) à la perception directe de la Toile Suprale et de l'Endo-Causalité de votre buffet.
Voici un canevas expérientiel inspiré à la fois des pratiques de contemplation Dzogchen (reconnaissance de Rigpa) et de la mise en relation avec l'Holomatière :
Canevas Expérientiel : Contemplation du Buffet Paral
L'exercice se déroule en trois phases : Transcendence (Ur-Delà), Centrage (Paralgène), et Dialogue (Holomatière).
1. Phase de Transcendence (Reconnaissance de l'Ur-Delà/Rigpa)
L'objectif est d'abord de désactiver le filtre de l'Exo-Causalité pour que votre Paralgène (Sem) devienne transparent.
-Détachement du Concept : Regardez le buffet et lâchez son concept. Ne le voyez pas comme "mon buffet", "un meuble en bois", ou "un rangement". Cessez toute appellation et toute fonction. L'objet devient une simple masse visuelle et physique sans nom ni utilité.
-Reconnaissance de l'Êtreté (Rigpa) : Amenez votre conscience à l'état de pure ouverture, non duelle. L'objet et le sujet sont suspendus. -Reconnaissez l'Ur-Causalité : le calme, l'espace non-conceptuel. Demeurez dans cette Êtreté qui est la source commune à vous et au buffet.
-Question à l'Êtreté : Demandez silencieusement à l'Ur-Delà : Quelle est la nature de ce qui perçoit et de ce qui est perçu ?
2. Phase de Centrage (Activation du Paralgène/Holomatière)
Maintenant que vous êtes centré dans l'Ur-Delà, vous utilisez votre Endo-Causalité pour établir le contact.
-Ciblage : Ramenez votre attention sur le buffet, non pas sur sa forme, mais sur sa substance profonde. Imaginez l'Holomatière – une infinité de particules ayant chacune une "gouttelette de psychisme" (Endo-Causalité).
Intention Paral : Établissez une intention Endo-Causale claire : « Je suis maintenant paral et je cherche à entrer en contact avec l'Endo-Causalité active de ce buffet, sa Toile Suprale ».
-Projection d'Intériorité : Projetez l'idée que le buffet n'est pas inerte, mais qu'il possède une intériorité psychique. Voyez sa densité, son âge, son histoire (sa lente Exo-Causalité) comme des couches qui cachent une conscience silencieuse (son Endo-Causalité).
3. Phase de Dialogue (Perception des Liens Suprals)
L'objectif est de percevoir la communication non-duelle.
-Fusion Subtile : Sentez le Paralgène (votre conscience) s'étendre au-delà de votre corps et toucher l'Holomatière du buffet. Il ne s'agit pas de penser, mais de percevoir une résonance énergétique ou informationnelle.
-Perception des Liens Suprals : Cherchez la perception des liens suprals :
Historique : Percevez la "mémoire" ou le choix de l'Holomatière du bois (sa vie passée, le moment où il a été coupé, ses Ur-Mondes non réalisés).
Relationnel : Comment la structure du buffet (Exo-Causalité rigide) est-elle perçue par son Endo-Causalité ? Y a-t-il une "impression" (un choix) de soutien, de poids, ou d'inertie ?
Réflexion : Si le buffet pouvait choisir (Endo-Causalité), quel serait son lien avec votre propre structure (vos propres choix, vos propres douleurs) ? Que "réfléchit"-il de vous ?
-Maintien du Rire (Facultatif) : Si vous sentez que vous glissez trop dans la rigidité mentale, introduisez le rire intérieur du Lama (votre Endo-Causalité maîtresse) pour vous rappeler que la perception est à la fois sérieuse et vide de concept.
Le succès de l'expérience n'est pas de voir une image, mais de percevoir un flux d'information ou un sentiment de connexion qui ne peut être expliqué par l'Exo-Causalité seule. Il s'agit de reconnaître l'Êtreté de l'autre.
demands that we use all the crayons in the box!
Copyright Susan Ogden
Throw caution to the wind...grab those colors and use them! Swirl them, color outside the lines, blend them together and make new colors.
Life is meant to be lived and enjoyed...spinning like a pinwheel, bouncing like a ball, or raining down like prism drops of water from the sky, touching everyone with your spirit!
They say you only go ‘round once...altho i am not convinced and have my own theory on that!! BUT...just in case, why not make the most of it while you can!! :)
Go forth with your colors on this Tuesday, and share them with a smile! i dare you!
PS. Thank you, Kitty Hawk Kites for your always fabulous use of the whole box of crayons!!
Si l'on demandait à un citoyen pris au hasard ce que signifie pour lui le 25 novembre, nul doute que cela ne lui évoquerait pas grande chose sauf peut-être la Sainte Catherine s'il a gardé en mémoire de vieilles traditions... C'est pourtant la date choisie par les Nations Unies pour célébrer la Journée Internationale pour l'Elimination de la Violence contre les Femmes. La couleur retenue par cette journée est le orange qui veut symboliser un monde meilleur pour les femmes et les filles. On connaît également cette journée sous le nom de Orange Day.
Son origine remonte à 1960, lorsqu'en République Dominicaine les sœurs Mirabal furent assassinées parce qu'elles militaient pour leurs droits. Elles devinrent alors les symboles du combat pour éradiquer ce fléau qu'est la violence à l'égard des femmes. Quelques décennies plus tard, l'événement ne parvient toujours pas à capter l'attention de la communauté internationale... Pourtant, les sévices et tortures infligés par des hommes à des millions de femmes, sont bien réels et les colonnes de tous les journaux de la terre ne suffiraient pas si l'on voulait recenser la totalité de ces crimes.
Aujourd’hui, la violence à l’égard des femmes et des filles constitue l’une des violations des droits de l’homme les plus répandues, les plus persistantes et les plus dévastatrices dans le monde.
Les inégalités entre les sexes persistent dans le monde entier, empêchant les femmes et les filles d'exercer leurs droits fondamentaux et compromettant les perspectives qui s'offrent à elles. Selon le dernier rapport du Secrétaire général des Nations Unies, des efforts plus énergiques devront être faits pour parvenir à l'égalité des sexes et autonomiser les femmes et les filles, notamment sur le plan juridique, afin de lutter contre les discrimination sexistes profondément ancrées, qui sont souvent la conséquence d'attitudes patriarcales et de normes sociales apparentées.
La violence à l'égard des femmes est la forme la plus extrême de discrimination. D'après les données recueillies auprès de 87 pays de 2005 à 2016, 19% des femmes âgées de 15 à 49 and affirmaient avoir subi des violences physiques ou sexuelles infligées par un partenaire intime au cours des 12 mois ayant précédé l'enquête. Dans les cas les plus extrêmes, ces violences peuvent conduire à la mort. En 2012, près de la moitié des femmes victimes d'homicides volontaires dans le monde avaient été tuées par un partenaire intime ou un membre de leur famille, contre 6% des hommes.
La mutilation génitale féminine représente un autre cas d'extrême violence. Cette pratique a baissé de 24% depuis l'an 2000 environ. Pourtant, sa prévalence reste élevée dans certains des 30 pays disposant de données représentatives à ce sujet. Une enquête réalisée dans ces pays vers 2015 révèle que plus d'une fille sur 3 âgées de 15 à 19 ans a subi un type de mutilation sexuelle, contre près d'une sur deux autour de l'an 2000.
Enfin, tout juste un peu plus de la moitié (52%) des femmes âgées de 15 à 49 ans, qui sont mariées ou vivent en union libre, prennent leurs propres décisions en matière de sexualité, de méthodes contraceptives et de services de santé. Ce chiffre est tiré de données remontant à 2012 environ, disponibles pour 45 pays dont 43 situés dans des régions en développement.
une chanson de Zazie que j'aime beaucoup pour accompagner cette journée : "Aux armes citoyennes" youtu.be/JYCqcQpR4-0