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This is the one. I have been looking for this. There are others that I haven't found yet within the existing archive, but this is the one I saw and knew it was true.
This is a photograph of a construction hoarding. It is a detail of a rendering of the new Whitney Museum in the meatpacking district in NYC, currently under construction and due for completion in 2014. Most of this is real: the street and the High line, the brick building. I'm not sure about the foliage. In this detail, the computer-generated new Whitney building is out of shot.
The men are real too, except they were photographed a long way away, a long time ago. They are two of the "Business People" included in a pack of imagery created some time in the 1990s by RealWorld Imagery. You can see the images here: www.imagecels.com/thumnail/201/201.html - these men are labelled PEOPL114 and PEOPL159 (the latter has been mirrored from the original).
RealWorld is based in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and the original contact sheets are (c) 2000 InterDimensional Publishing. That's all I know about the source of these images. Repeated email enquiries to RealWorld have gone unanswered.
At some point in the last decade, RealWorld's imagery escaped onto the net, and has become the default set for every visualisation artist and studio I've spoken to, pirated and shared across thousands of hard drives. They've marched across hoardings from Shanghai to San Francisco. They've been to the Olympics. They've owned condos and worked in highrise office blocks. They have stood in for the future, time and again.
I don't know who they are. I'm pretty sure they don't know they're here either. But there they are, here and there, endlessly replicated across the network and across architecture.
A cloud head rising over the mesa in Dulce, New Mexico - that is exactly the same, in every detail - as one photographed in Queenstown, New Zealand.
Name: Tesia Fagen
Age: 17-19
Eyes: Violet
Hair: Blue
Height: 6' or 4'9"
Weight: 170 or 110 Pounds
Job: Monster Hunter, Adventurer, Cursed Hero
Home World: Violaragon
Bio: Tesia is an unfortunate soul kidnapped at five years old after a demon slaughtered Tes' family. Tesia was used in horrible ways raped and beaten daily. Tes' Mistress Shika would even bring Tes near death and heal to inflict the pain again. Barely fed and forced to do hard labor. Tesia's life was terrible. One day Tesia's Mistress was bored and decided to slaughter her little pet. But instead of finishing Tesia off for good she put a curse on the child. This curse would make it so that every time Tesia was driven to climax from sexual satisfaction the body would change to the opposite sex nearly instantly. It was insanity. The safe guard was that Tesia could not control the form via masturbation; would not work. This gave Tesia a huge sex drive and hunger like no other. Because Tesia now had two genders so there for two sex drives.
During puberty, the sex drive for male and female fused together. When the drives merged happened Tesia was found craving sex more and more.
The years of abuse and torture stretched on until Tesia was seventeen. While in male form a dark sword called out to him from beyond the chambers of the Mistress. This magic sword fed off Tesia's hate and rage towards the Demoness... Eventually over powering Tesia's senses and making him want to kill her wiping away any sense of dread he normally felt. In this male form he grasped the sword and pulled it effortlessly from the mountain which had held it for centuries in bondage. The moment Tesia touched the sword it bonded and claimed Tesia as its Master. In the process as its power started to awaken it took over Tesia's mind and gave the wielder’s body extraordinary strength beyond its normal limit. When Mistress Shika came to check out what all the noise was she was caught off guard and decapitated by the legendary sword. Her demonic blood flowed over the blade awakening its thirst. She escaped into the astral plane before the sword had a chance to consume her soul.
The sword consumes the souls and energy of those cut or slain by it. This energy is sent into the sword, which is actually an interdimensional key that keeps an infinitely powerful dark god sealed inside a god crafted dimensional prison. Everyone who dies from the blade has their soul consumed by this devil making him grow stronger and stronger. One day it may even be able to have a heavy influence on the physical plane. The sword allows Tesia to see auras and use energy as a weapon. In the hands of Tesia, its master the sword is weightless. But if someone else was to pick it up it would weigh a literal ton. And what’s more if that person was strong enough to hold onto it the weight would continue to rapidly increase until they either dropped it or let their arms be ripped off.
Tesia now free began to wonder the land slaying monsters that hurt others as his Mistress had done to him. He was trained in feats of agility by an elven noble as well as swordplay. His curse causes him relationship problems as many potential mates find his transformation disturbing or appalling leaving him stuck in female form after making love. While in female form she is often attacked by people as well. Those who hope to rape her try and try again. But should they succeed a terrible punishment awaits them. Tesia rarely receives any money or praise for the beast slayings. But he carries on despite his hunger and his poorly equip body and unproductive garments. He is a vagabond and nobody has ever invited him to stay with them. Nobody cares. One day he hopes for all that to end.
Relations: : Unknown (Parents dead) Unknown (sister orphaned)
Personality & Hobbies: Sometimes hot headed when someone is doing something he thinks is wrong, but always brave and genuinely caring. No particular hobbies yet as he's been imprisoned.
Abilities: Two swordplay styles, master of a magical sword, Magic beam of life force from the sword that can cut through anything, Sword sucks souls upon a death blow. Transforms into a girl or guy (based on current gender) when driven to climax my a sexual partner.
Disabilities: Socially awkward, has mental deficiencies at times, mentally unstable. Emotionally unstable. Sexually unstable. Transforms into a girl or guy (based on current gender) when driven to climax my a sexual partner.
Name: Tesia Fagen
Age: 17-19
Eyes: Violet
Hair: Blue
Height: 6' or 4'9"
Weight: 170 or 110 Pounds
Job: Monster Hunter, Adventurer, Cursed Hero
Home World: Violaragon
Bio: Tesia is an unfortunate soul kidnapped at five years old after a demon slaughtered Tes' family. Tesia was used in horrible ways raped and beaten daily. Tes' Mistress Shika would even bring Tes near death and heal to inflict the pain again. Barely fed and forced to do hard labor. Tesia's life was terrible. One day Tesia's Mistress was bored and decided to slaughter her little pet. But instead of finishing Tesia off for good she put a curse on the child. This curse would make it so that every time Tesia was driven to climax from sexual satisfaction the body would change to the opposite sex. It was insanity. The safe guard was that Tesia could not control the form masturbation, would not work. This gave Tesia a huge sex drive and hunger like no other. Because Tesia now had two genders so there for two sex drives.
During puberty, the sex drive for male and female fused together. When the drives merged happened Tesia was found craving sex more and more.
The years of abuse and torture stretched on until Tesia was seventeen. While in male form a dark sword called out to him from beyond the chambers of the Mistress. This magic sword fed off Tesia's hate and rage towards the Demoness... Eventually over powering Tesia's senses and making him want to kill her wiping away any sense of dread he normally felt. In this male form he grasped the sword and pulled it effortlessly from the mountain which had held it for centuries in bondage. The moment Tesia touched the sword it bonded and claimed Tesia as its Master. In the process as its power started to awaken it took over Tesia's mind and gave the wielder’s body extraordinary strength beyond its normal limit. When Mistress Shika came to check out what all the noise was she was caught off guard and decapitated by the legendary sword. Her demonic blood flowed over the blade awakening its thirst. She escaped into the astral plane before the sword had a chance to consume her soul.
The sword consumes the souls and energy of those cut or slain by it. This energy is sent into the sword, which is actually an interdimensional key that keeps an infinitely powerful dark god sealed inside a god crafted dimensional prison. Everyone who dies from the blade has their soul consumed by this devil making him grow stronger and stronger. One day it may even be able to have a heavy influence on the physical plane. The sword allows Tesia to see auras and use energy as a weapon. In the hands of Tesia, its master the sword is weightless. But if someone else was to pick it up it would weigh a literal ton. And what’s more if that person was strong enough to hold onto it the weight would continue to rapidly increase until they either dropped it or let their arms be ripped off.
Tesia now free began to wonder the land slaying monsters that hurt others as his Mistress had done to him. He was trained in feats of agility by an elven noble as well as swordplay. His curse causes him relationship problems as many potential mates find his transformation disturbing or appalling leaving him stuck in female form after making love. While in female form she is often attacked by people as well. Those who hope to rape her try and try again. But should they succeed a terrible punishment awaits them. Tesia rarely receives any money or praise for the beast slayings. But he carries on despite his hunger and his poorly equip body and unproductive garments. He is a vagabond and nobody has ever invited him to stay with them. Nobody cares. One day he hopes for all that to end.
Relations: : Unknown (Parents dead) Unknown (sister orphaned)
Personality & Hobbies: Sometimes hot headed when someone is doing something he thinks is wrong, but always brave and genuinely caring. No particular hobbies yet as he's been imprisoned.
Abilities: Two swordplay styles, master of a magical sword, Magic beam of life force from the sword that can cut through anything, Sword sucks souls upon a death blow. Transforms into a girl or guy (based on current gender) when driven to climax my a sexual partner.
Disabilities: Socially awkward, has mental deficiencies at times, mentally unstable. Emotionally unstable. Sexually unstable. Transforms into a girl or guy (based on current gender) when driven to climax my a sexual partner.
Family Reunion features interdimensional black shapes and symbols, which is one of Aaron De La Cruz’s signature designs. This piece was inspired by Aaron’s immediate family. The colored circles seen within the mural represent his mom, dad, brother, nephew, nieces, his wife and children. The six circular openings on the mural with no color represent his children, nieces, and nephew. Aaron imagined the color that would normally fill these openings coming off the wall and activate on the ground creating the six cylindrical sculptures. The six sculptures are their favorite colors and the height corresponds with their ages. Tony DeLap was a West Coast artist, known for his abstract sculpture utilizing illusionist techniques and meticulous craftsmanship.
Located at CANVAS by the Bristol Street entrance.
Lugar: Puente Monumental Arganzuela (Madrid)
Fecha: 04/09/2017
Lightpainter: Frodo DKL
Fotografía: Frodo Álvarez Children of Darklight
Sponsors:
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Shot made with OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OM-D E-M1
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Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gatlinburg,_Tennessee
Gatlinburg is a mountain resort city in Sevier County, Tennessee, United States. It is located 39 miles (63 km) southeast of Knoxville and had a population of 3,944 at the 2010 Census and an estimated U.S. Census population of 4,144 in 2018. It is a popular vacation resort, as it rests on the border of Great Smoky Mountains National Park along U.S. Route 441, which connects to Cherokee, North Carolina, on the southeast side of the national park. Prior to incorporation, the town was known as White Oak Flats, or just simply White Oak.
Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gatlinburg,_Tennessee
Hollywood Star Cars Museum, which opened in 1996, features Mayberry's squad car, The Beverly Hillbillies jalopy, DRAG-U-LA from The Munsters, two Batmobiles, the Camaro from Charlie's Angels, and Herbie the Love Bug. Many of the featured vehicles were designed by George Barris.
Source: starcars.fandom.com/wiki/Hollywood_Star_Cars_Museum_(Gatlinburg,_Tennessee)
The Hollywood Star Cars Museum in Gatlinburg, Tennessee is one of a handful of Star Cars museums owned by George Barris. It contains over 40 different cars from TV and film as well as cars owned by various celebrities from Dolly Parton to The Beach Boys.
Source: starcars.fandom.com/wiki/Ecto-1
Ecto-1 or the Ectomobile, is a 1959 Cadillac Miller-Meteor limo-style endloader combination car (ambulance conversion) used in the 1984 film Ghostbusters and other Ghostbusters fiction.
In the original movie, this vehicle was purchased by Ray Stantz for the relatively high price of $4800 (over $9800 in 2009 dollars when scaled up for inflation) in a poor state of repair. In Stantz' own words, it needed "suspension work and shocks, brakes, brake pads, lining, steering box, transmission, .rear end.., new rings, mufflers, a little wiring...." It is assumed that Ray continues listing needed repairs after this scene cuts away.
After the necessary reconstruction, it was used to carry the team's ghost-capturing equipment, as well as transporting the Ghostbusters through New York City. It has a distinctive siren wail. Its features include a special pull-out rack in the rear containing the staff's proton packs, which facilitates a quick retrieval without the complication of having to reach into the vehicle's rear. There are also various gadgets mounted on the top, whose function is never revealed in the movies. A cartoon episode featured the "proton cannon", presumably a more powerful version of a proton pack, mounted on top for use against extra large or even giant sized paranormal entities. The book "Making Ghostbusters" by Don Shay describes a deleted scene where a police officer places a ticket on the Ectomobile only to have it instantly burn to ashes.
Earlier versions of scripts written by Dan Aykroyd for the first Ghostbusters also included mentions of the Ectomobile having the power of interdimensional travel. The shooting script for the movie described the Ectomobile as being black, with purple and white strobe lights that gave the vehicle a "purple aura".
A miniature replica of the vehicle was mass-produced as a children's toy. The toy version of this vehicle has sold approx. 1,000,000+ units worldwide. Polar Lights released a 1/24 scale model kit of the Ecto-1 in 2002. In 2010, Hot Wheels released a "Ghostbusters Ecto-1" as part of the "2010 Hot Wheels Premiere" series.
In 2010, the Ecto-1 makes a brief appearance in the commercial for Sony's new panoramic digital camera line.
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Based off of Perimeter, an RTS from Russian developer studio K-D Lab. Frame is a mobile city created to traverse the treacherous and ever-changing bubble worlds of Psychosphere. The city itself is not as big as the Frame itself for it also houses machinery to maintain base when on-world, as well as mystical Spiral, a device that allows inter-dimensional travel.
I think we're losing it again, drat, probably shouldn't have tried to transport while going through this blasted interdimensional wormhole. Always wondered what it'd be like to be a twin but--uh--Scotty? I don't think the ship actually needs 5 if me......oooh, I feel dizzy......
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Package of all artworks available here www.necktar.info/Necktar_2017/Volume_6/mp3/Necktar_2017_v...
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Saludos, queridos, yo soy Kryon del Servicio Magnético.
Durante muchos años hemos venido a visitarlos. Desde el comienzo de la nueva energía en el planeta, a la que ustedes denominaron la energía 11:11, hemos estado viniendo a darles mensajes. Son mensajes que han escuchado antes en el planeta. Se trata de la alegría y del auto-empoderamiento. Para algunos de ustedes, esta energía no tiene nada de nuevo. ¡Es lo que algunos esperaban desde el día de su nacimiento!
Me encuentro frente a un grupo de Seres Humanos cuyos nombres conozco. Los nombres que “veo” aparecen en forma de luz en el Registro Akashico. Nombres hermosos, interdimensionales que nosotros cantamos en luz cuando los miramos. ¿Cuántos de ustedes pueden creerlo? Permítanme preguntarles a todos ustedes, sin importar el motivo de su asistencia: ¿Pueden ver en su interior por un instante? ¿Será verdad que cuando se acerca la muerte todo termina? ¿Honestamente creen que eso es todo lo que existe? ¿No perciben esa chispita de su intuición que les dice: “No, no se termina en absoluto.”? Bueno, el velo es denso y la dualidad hace lo suyo, así que no están seguros, ¿no es cierto? ¿Pero lo pueden sentir? ¿Hay algo más? Eso se llama el velo. Les impide creer el resto de la historia, eso hace. Pero todos ustedes conocen la verdad a nivel intuitivo.
La mayor parte de los habitantes de la Tierra profesan alguna clase de religión que cree en la vida después de la muerte. Casi todas las religiones del planeta, incluso la mitología, afirman que, cuando mueren, ustedes van a alguna parte. Verán, es intuitivo, ¿no es así? Lo que ustedes denominan vida humana no es lo que creen. Y si están de acuerdo conmigo en eso, entonces deben preguntar: “Bueno, ¿adónde voy?” ¿Qué tal al hogar ? En realidad, ustedes no pertenecen a esta Tierra. Yo soy Kryon. Me siento en esta silla desde la cual puedo verlos. Le estoy mostrando a mi socio imágenes que nunca antes ha visto. Me siento en esta silla desde la cual puedo ver su magnificencia y su grandiosidad. En este momento, ustedes no están en el hogar. Están aquí en la Tierra. Pero siempre regresan, ¿saben? Si yo pudiese cantar su nombre en este instante, las células de su cuerpo vibrarían con el recuerdo. Pero el velo es denso.
Durante todos estos años hemos enseñado la premisa de que cada Humano es divino, que dentro de ustedes existe un sistema de divinidad. Contrariamente a lo que siente la mayoría de ustedes, en realidad son divinos. Para empezar, esto nada tiene que ver con la intuición. En otras palabras, cuesta creerlo. Y ése es el tema de este mensaje. ¿Qué van a hacer para creer en esto?
Sigue la premisa y les indica que ustedes tienen el control de su estructura celular actual. Se puede controlar la sanación, el temor, la preocupación y la frustración – controlarlos plenamente. Pero eso nada tiene que ver con la intuición, ¿no es verdad? No pueden creerlo ¿verdad? Muchos de los que están aquí presentes se sienten muy zarandeados por esas mismas energías que acabo de mencionar. ¡Yo sé quiénes están aquí! Sé por lo que están pasando. ¡En un grupo de este tamaño existe mucha diversidad! Algunos de ustedes realmente sufren mientras permanecen sentados en sus sillas.
Oh, éste es un tiempo hermoso. Ustedes piensan: “Vine aquí para darme unas vacaciones de la vida. Puedo sentarme aquí y descansar un poco. Puedo lograr que el Espíritu me lave los pies y puedo sentir la energía y el descanso por un breve momento. Pero después, cuando termine, tendré que salir por la puerta y la pesadez volverá. Tengo que regresar a la misma situación con la cual lucho todos los días.” Les diré, queridos, esta reunión no debería ser un escape . Este encuentro debería ser la solución. ¡Ustedes deberían estar aquí para celebrar! Celebren su divinidad y celebren que tienen el poder sobre aquellas cosas que creen que los aprisionan en este momento.
Algunos de ustedes se van a marchar de aquí distintos de como llegaron. Lo sé. Pero es difícil que logren verificar esa premisa. Ustedes se miran al espejo y sólo ven a un Ser Humano, ¿no es así? Parece insultante que cada vez que se miran al espejo su cara se vea un poquito más vieja. Ustedes creen que así son las cosas. ¿Les gustaría cambiar eso? ¿Qué tal un sistema donde se miren al espejo y digan: “Bueno, saben, no parece que haya envejecido.” ? ¿Qué tal eso? “Kryon, ¿podemos hacerlo?” Sí, siempre tuvieron el poder de hacerlo. Los yoguis de otros tiempos les mostraron la forma de lograrlo. ¿Qué creían? ¿Acaso qué eran de otro planeta? ¿O que eran demasiado especiales para poder creer que ustedes podían lograrlo? ¿Estaban ellos tan alejados de aquello que son ustedes que creen que es algo que no pueden alcanzar? ¿Qué les impide entender que es posible? Les diré: Porque no tiene que ver con la intuición y la realidad que ustedes asumieron les mostró que no pueden lograrlo.
¿Cómo puedo creer?
La dualidad los cubre de tal modo que van a tener que tratar de quitarse esa cubierta de falsa verdad para poder descubrir qué es lo que realmente se encuentra allí. Esa es la premisa. Es difícil creerlo, ¿no es verdad? Tal vez pregunten: “Kryon, ¿qué puedo hacer para aumentar mi certeza? Muéstrame cómo poder aferrarme a esto, ya que tengo dificultades para creerlo realmente. ¡Se ve tan bueno que lo quiero! Pero no lo puedo creer.” Así que en esta hora daré una respuesta para los que afirman eso.
La primera parte de esta respuesta es que deben salir de la caja que quiere encasillar a Dios. Ustedes ni siquiera saben que lo están haciendo, pero la caja en la que están se encuentra reducida a cuatro dimensiones, como dijo mi socio. ¡La mayoría de ustedes incluso cree que es tridimensional! Y aunque no lo consideren una limitante, se encuentran dentro de una caja que realmente los limita. A h, los intelectuales entre ustedes no están de acuerdo. No están de acuerdo con Kryon. Ellos dicen: “Somos una raza inteligente. Nosotros, los Seres Humanos del planeta somos los únicos que podemos contemplar nuestra propia existencia. Podemos controlar nuestra procreación. Podemos reflexionar sobre nuestra realidad.” Es cierto que pueden hacer todas esas cosas, pero sólo dentro de la caja tridimensional en la que se situaron a sí mismos. Ustedes sólo reflexionan en la caja. No pueden ir más allá de la tapa, ¿verdad? Creen que la caja está totalmente abierta y que son libres de pensar cualquier cosa. Pero no es así. Cuando reflexionan, golpean la tapa de una realidad que ni siquiera reconocen. Eso impide que vean lo que son y que formulen las preguntas que deberían hacer. Eso impide que crean y es correcto. Se llama dualidad.
Sencillamente feliz de estar aquí…
Ahora bien, les voy a dar algunos ejemplos que pueden parecer divertidos. A algunos podrían parecerles ofensivos, especialmente a aquellos intelectuales que dudan de lo que digo. Pero ahora me gustaría hablarles de su perro.
No todos ustedes tienen un perro, pero pueden imaginar que sí. Si tienen uno, verdaderamente son dueños del perro. Ustedes son los amos. Para el perro, ustedes realmente son Dios, ¿no es cierto? ¿Alguna vez pensaron en eso? ¿Cómo los imagina el perro? Cuando están en invierno y el perro sabe que afuera hace frío, y ustedes lo traen adentro y se siente agradable y tibio, ¿Qué suponen que piensa el perro sobre eso? El perro sabe que realmente está haciendo frío afuera y que de alguna manera ustedes le han brindado calor. ¿Acaso eso despierta las curiosidad del perro? ¿Acaso su cerebro se pregunta: “Bueno, ¿cómo hizo eso mi amo?? Está realmente desagradable afuera, y sin embargo, esto es verdaderamente acogedor. ¿Cómo lo logró?” El perro no piensa en eso, ¿no es cierto? Verán, el perro sencillamente se siente feliz de estar aquí.
Cualquier cosa que hagan ustedes, el perro sencillamente se siente feliz de estar aquí. Pueden poner al perro en su automóvil y manejar muchos kilómetros. El perro se bajará en un lugar totalmente distinto del lugar donde subió. Y ustedes pensarán que siendo una criatura tan lista, quizá se pregunte: “¿Cómo lo hicieron?” Pero nunca lo hace, ¿saben? Verán, está fuera de sus posibilidades. Simplemente se siente contento de estar aquí. Todos los días ustedes traen comida de un lugar misterioso de la casa y la ponen frente al perro. Una constante abundancia de maravillosa comida siempre está a su disposición. A veces recibe bocadillos y postres – toda su vida, ¡por siempre! Acaso esperarían que el animal un buen día los mirase y con los ojos les preguntase “¿Cómo lograste eso?” Pero nunca lo hace, ¿saben? Como ven, va más allá de sus capacidades. Tan solo se siente feliz de estar aquí.
Ahora bien, me contestarían: ¡Bueno, Kryon, es un perro, no es un Ser Humano! No te atrevas a compararnos.” ¡ Lo siento! Me gustaría decirles algo. ¡Se parecen al perro! ¡Muchos de ustedes tan sólo se sienten felices con estar aquí ! Frente a ustedes suceden cosas maravillosas y jamás se preguntan cómo pasan. Existe verdaderamente un límite en su percepción de todas las cosas, pero ni siquiera se dan cuenta de que la limitación existe.
Energía angelical: ¿Un milagro o una clase distinta de “normalidad”?
Saben, hay ángeles, ángeles de verdad. Ustedes leyeron acerca de ellos en las escrituras. Se habló de ellos muchas veces. Piensen por un momento. A veces aparece un ángel frente a un Ser Humano o un grupo de Seres Humanos. Es una energía interdimensional, y así muchas veces atravesará una pared o el piso – es una enorme bola iridiscente de ocho metros de ancho. Exactamente ocho metros. Aparentemente, parecerá que flota, ya que la gravedad es tridimensional.
Y sin embargo, la experiencia es tan poderosa que a cualquier Humano que esté en la habitación le costará respirar. Hace que el Ser Humano caiga de rodillas y de bruces. Es una parte de Dios que entra en la habitación en la forma de un ángel. ¡Y cuando sucede, los humanos gritan de miedo! Excede total y absolutamente la realidad normal y por eso los Humanos instantáneamente le temen. Y, según las escrituras, las primeras palabras de los ángeles siempre son: “No temas. No temas.” Y a continuación el ángel entrega el mensaje y se marcha.
Y después ¿qué hacen los Humanos? ¿Acaso se levantan del piso, se rascan la cabeza y dicen: “¿Cómo lo hizo?”? No. Les diré por qué. Porque ustedes ven a Dios como otro tipo de entidad –intocable, capaz de hacer cualquier cosa. Su mitología les enseña todo acerca de Dios, ¿no es verdad? Está muy distante de ustedes – es algo que se debe venerar, ¿no es cierto? En algunos lugares de la Tierra es un Dios controlador, que los castigará si no son buenos. Ese es el mito que aceptó la Humanidad.
Kryon es un ángel. Mi energía surge a través de muchos Seres Humanos, pero no en la forma que acabo de describirles. Más bien, lo hace como un mensaje que ustedes reciben directamente en estos nuevos tiempos. Ustedes podrán saber si se trata realmente de mí, puesto que los mensajes trasmitirán la esencia del amor. Esta nueva energía en la Tierra casi les exige que comiencen a preguntarse: “¿Cómo lograron eso?” Y Kryon está aquí para ayudarles con la respuesta. La mayor respuesta es que ustedes tienen instalado en su interior el ayudante del ADN, por si eligen activarlo.
Les diré algo interesante. ¿Acaso alguien ha notado que el Universo consta de un sistema de creación? Los científicos incluso lo están llamando “diseño inteligente”. Los científicos, no los espiritualistas, afirman lo siguiente: “ La Creación , tal y como la vemos, no pudo ocurrir por accidente. Adondequiera que miremos en el espacio, surge un plan inteligente. Es imposible que sea accidental.” Y a continuación ustedes siguen sencillamente con su vida como si nada hubiese ocurrido. ¿Acaso los escucharon? ¿Por qué no surge un levantamiento general que mire hacia los cielos y exija a los científicos que les informen: “¿cómo lo comprobaron?”? No. Ustedes simplemente se sienten felices de estar aquí. (Sonrisa de Kryon)
¿Acaso creen que no tiene nada que ver con ustedes? ¡Por supuesto que tiene que ver con ustedes! Si salen afuera y miran hacia las estrellas podrán ver cómo les hacen guiños. Todas ellas saben quiénes son ustedes. El sistema es para ustedes. El sistema ES ustedes. Disponemos de un aspecto muy profundo, confiable y observable sobre la forma en que se creó el Universo e incluso sus científicos lo están observando y proclamando como un diseño inteligente. Ustedes no consideran que forman parte de él, ¿no es cierto? Debe ser Dios, dicen… debe ser Dios.
Les hablaré sobre algo más que se encuentra justo frente a ustedes. Ya hemos hablado de ello, pero merece la pena que le demos otro vistazo. Ustedes miran la Tierra y ven todos esos animales maravillosos. Ven a los mamíferos que se parecen tanto a ustedes y observan los resultados de su desarrollo a lo largo de los años. ¿Alguna vez notaron la variedad? ¿ Incluso los que parecen humanoides, como los simios y los monos? ¿Alguna vez fueron al zoológico y vieron cuántos monos había? ¿Alguna vez vieron la selección natural del planeta y cómo funciona? Hay docenas y docenas de clases de monos –los que tienen cola, los que no la tienen, los que tienen distintas clases y colores de pelaje, diferentes tamaños. Se los clasifica como del nuevo y viejo mundo, y procedentes de diferentes lugares de la Tierra. Así es como funciona la naturaleza. Crea docenas de variedades.
Ahora observen a la humanidad. ¡Sólo existe un tipo! Ahora bien, ¿cuántos de ustedes se reunieron en un gran grupo y le exigieron a la ciencia que les explicase qué estaba sucediendo? “¡Esto no está bien! Frente a todas las probabilidades, sólo existe un tipo de Ser Humano.” ¿Quizá es un indicio que muestra que debemos buscar algo más importante? ¿Qué significa? Pero no, nadie investiga, ¿o sí? En vez de eso, ustedes sencillamente se sienten felices de estar aquí.
Un solo tipo de Humano. ¿Alguna vez pensaron en eso? Oh, hay colores diferentes. Pero sólo existe un tipo de Humano. Los hechos son incontrovertibles respecto a todo lo demás que les rodea. Casi con la fuerza de siete mil millones, en la cima de la escala evolutiva, sumamente progresistas, son capaces de contemplar su propia existencia, y sin embargo son incapaces de verse como algo único que forma parte de Dios. Sí, queridos, hay un tope en sus procesos de pensamiento y lo llaman “el velo”.
El velo los cubre a todos en forma muy pesada. Y ni siquiera se les ocurre formular las preguntas que deberían hacer. Señor Intelectual, cree que su conciencia está expandida, ¿no es así? ¿Alguna vez pensó en estas cosas? ¿Y qué hay de los demás que lo rodean? No se trata de la intuición, ¿sabe? Verá, también existe un sistema espiritual conocido que lo mantiene en la caja. Y esta energía, mis queridos Seres Humanos, está cambiando todo eso. Ustedes se resisten mucho al cambio, ¿saben? ¡Ustedes incluso se resisten al cambio que ha sido comprobado científicamente! A menudo son felices sencillamente dejando las cosas como están.
Permítanme que les cuente una parábola para que vean qué tanto se resiste al cambio el Ser Humano ante cosas diferentes, espeluznantes y aterradoras. Permítanme conducirlos al Mar Egeo. Ahí se encuentra un marinero llamado Wo. Ahora bien, Wo es el ejemplo de las parábolas de Kryon – una Wo-man, que no es ni mujer ni hombre. Siempre lo/la empleamos como ejemplo. Esta vez, Wo es un marinero y ha sido marinero toda su vida. Está muy familiarizado con el océano, pero ahora se acerca una tormenta de mar, una borrasca. La niebla se cierra y Wo no sabe adónde está. Es de noche y no puede navegar porque no puede ver las estrellas. Wo se preocupa por su vida, pero ha hecho esto muchas veces. Se encuentra en los 1500s y no existen los inventos modernos, únicamente el valor.
Repentinamente, aparece una figura en el barco y le dice:
“Wo, estamos aquí para ayudarte.”
Wo no comprende. ¿Quién podrá ser? Es alguien que no estaba allí hace un instante, así que tiene que ser no-Humano. De forma inmediata, Wo tiene que sopesar si eso es algo bueno o algo malo. ¿Sabían que ustedes también hacen eso? Incluso en este año 2006. Si surgiese una aparición en este salón en este mismo instante, al igual que en otros tiempos, primero le temerían y luego se preguntarían al respecto. ¿Lo sabían? Si una parte de Dios con toda su gloria viniese aquí, lo primero que harían sería temerle. Eso ni siquiera es justo, dirán, pero así funciona la dualidad dentro de ustedes.
Así que con su la correspondiente dualidad, Wo decide que eso no debe ser algo bueno. Podría ser el diablo, ¿saben?
“No te acerques más. ¿Qué es lo que quieres?”, dice Wo.
“Wo, hemos notado que estás en problemas y te tenemos algunos regalos. Este es un dispositivo que proviene del futuro. Se llama radar. Lo puedes utilizar. Mira esto, observa la pantalla y fíjate dónde está la tierra. Puedes dirigirte en esa dirección”, responde la aparición.
Wo le echa un vistazo y dice: “Esa es una herramienta del diablo. Algo así no puede existir. Nunca existió y esto solamente es tu magia maligna. ¿Qué es lo que quieres realmente?”
Y el hombre le responde: “¡Estoy aquí para ayudarte, Wo! Aquí tengo otra cosa. Se llama GPS. Sabrás exactamente en qué parte del océano estás en este momento. Mira la pantalla. Brinda información que te guiará a buen puerto.”
Wo tiene miedo y le ordena al hombre que abandone su barco. Decide conducirlo por su cuenta. “Correré el riesgo con lo que sé y con aquello a lo que estoy acostumbrado”, dice Wo. Y lo hace.
Humano moderno, te acabo de ofrecer un retrato de lo que eres. También es un ejemplo de la dualidad en su nivel más eficiente. Esas cosas que le ofrecieron a Wo ni siquiera eran regalos de Dios. Sólo representaban la tecnología propia de su tiempo, sin embargo, Wo le tuvo miedo. ¿Cuántas veces han caminado por el sendero pidiéndole a Dios que los ayude? Luego, cuando las respuestas se presentan en paquetes extraños, al principio sienten temor. Dicen: “No, no puedo hacer eso. Me da miedo.” Todos ustedes lo hacen, y mi socio lo hizo en los últimos dos días, ¡y él es el canal! La primera reacción del Humano es el temor. Si no descubren la “solución” dentro su tercera dimensión no logran ver los obsequios. Y tampoco logran reconocer la divinidad.
Es hora de que comprendan que están en sociedad con Dios. Tengo algunas buenas noticias y se las daré en un momento. Muchos afirman: “Kryon, ¿cómo puedo creer? ¿Cómo puedo tener más certeza sobre estas cosas? Tú dices que la dualidad arraigada en mí evita que crea, así que ¿cómo puedo dejarla atrás?” El Humano desea resolverlo antes de creer en ello. Para eso son las iglesias –un puente tridimensional de creencia. Ellas establecen todas las reglas para que ustedes lo comprendan y se sientan bien al respecto. Ellas cumplen con su propósito, pero solamente abren la puerta para que se sientan cómodos acerca de todo eso.
Quisiera hacerles una pregunta. Cuando se marchen de la sala, muchos de ustedes van a entrar en un automóvil y se dirigirán a algún lado. ¿Cuántos de ustedes sacarán el manual de instrucciones y lo leerán de cabo a rabo antes de entrar en el auto? ¿Y qué les parece ese motor tan complicado? ¿Acaso se van a subir a esa cosa sin saber cómo funciona? Y la respuesta es ¡sí, van a subir! Lo hacen todo el tiempo. Verán, es porque es algo común y confían en eso. ¿Quieren creer? Es hora de confiar en algo que vamos a llamar Inteligencia Cósmica. Será el manual de su creencia. ¿Lo quieres, querido/a? Inteligencia Cósmica.
Te lo presentaré en forma muy básica. ¿Quieres conocer más acerca de ti mismo/a? ¿Quieres creer? Todo lo que tienes que hacer es empujar esa puerta con intención pura… la puerta del asunto importante. Di en voz alta: “¿Querido Dios, es posible que existan cosas más importantes que deba conocer? Querido Dios, no quiero comprenderlas; solamente quiero saber si son posibles. Quiero abrir esa puerta de la certeza.”
Hoy les prometo lo siguiente: Cualquiera de ustedes usando su intención pura puede empezar a abrir esa puerta. Y a medida que lo vayan haciendo, irán activando algo divino dentro de ustedes mismos. Es el botón que se presiona y que les permite ir más allá del velo. Con la intención pura comienzan por formularse la pregunta, y entonces todo empieza a cambiar. No hagan la pregunta por curiosidad. Debe ser una pregunta apasionada que provenga del corazón: “Querido Dios, muéstrame lo que necesito saber para superarme a mí mismo y a mi escepticismo.” Y entonces la luz sigue adelante, querido. Te diré lo que sucede: ¡Tu ADN comienza a cambiar! Este no es un cuento de hadas. No es ficción. Es el sistema que contrarresta la dualidad, pero cada ser Humano debe activarlo en forma individual con su libre albedrío e intención pura.
¿Las buenas nuevas? Las hemos descrito antes. La capa 10 del ADN es responsable de ayudarlos a creer. Piensen en eso – una porción completa de su propio cuerpo permanece dormida durante toda su vida, pero está lista para que ustedes hagan algo. Está “conectada con” lo divino, y cuando ustedes comienzan a empujar la puerta con el apasionamiento de Dios, el cuerpo comienza a reaccionar. Las cosas comienzan a suceder a su alrededor, y la certeza se comienza a centrar y activar. Lentamente, comienzan a comprender la inteligencia cósmica. Es como si se conectasen con la computadora de la sociedad con Dios. ¡No tienen que hacer nada para merecerlo! No tienen que hacer nada más que pedir, y entonces la energía empieza a fluir lentamente en ambas direcciones. Ustedes comienzan a enviarle luz a la Tierra. No tienen que saber adónde va, cómo llega allá, o siquiera quién la recibe. ¡Ustedes le abren la puerta a la inteligencia cósmica y permiten que fluya!
Algunos de ustedes han preguntado: “Bueno, ¿pero cómo debemos orar? Necesitamos una lista. Tenemos que conocer los nombres. ¿Cuál es el proceso de la oración, Kryon? Y cuando oramos, ¿es necesario que las luces estén encendidas o apagadas? ¿Qué clase de música debemos escuchar? ¿Tiene que ser de día o de noche? ¿Con velas o cristales?”
Les daré una forma que los dejará boquiabiertos: ¿Qué tal si entran en el armario, apagan las luces y oran? Sin velas, sin música, sin cristales. Porque en ese armario existe un ángel que está conectado a la fuente, y para ese ángel el refuerzo no es necesario. Sentirán el amor de Dios en la oscuridad y no sentirán temor. No sigan redactando manuales y dedíquense únicamente a enviar su luz. En realidad son sistemas nuevos, elegantes, desarrollados en esta nueva energía para ayudarlos a desarrollar esta labor. No se supone que echen por la borda los sistemas, ya que algunos de ellos realmente les sirven para empujar la puerta. Es interesante que observen estos nuevos sistemas, porque descubrirán que muchos solamente han estado a su disposición durante los últimos 15 años. Han sido gestados con cuidado. Han sido entregados a maestros de energía muy elevada. Búsquenlos. Están aquí para servirles, y la representan por medio de su enseñanza: es la inteligencia cósmica.
Nuestro mensaje consiste en ayudarlos a descubrir su divinidad interior. Despertándolos a la verdadera esencia de su alma y ayudándolos a comprender que son eternos, ése es nuestro mensaje. ¿Cuántos de ustedes se marcharán de este lugar sencillamente felices de haber estado aquí? O cuántos de ustedes pensarán: “Me gustaría cambiar algunas cosas de mi vida. Estoy cansado/a de preocuparme por todo.” ¿Ven? Yo sé quién está aquí. ¿Saben cuántas personas hay en este grupo necesitando sanación? En un grupo de casi 500 personas ¿cuántas de ellas desean sanarse realmente? No hagas nada, querido/a. No levantes tu mano, porque ya lo sé. Son aproximadamente 100 personas.
Algunas personas se encuentran desequilibradas. ¿Tal vez asistieron por esa razón? Bueno, no busquen el equilibrio en el escenario, porque aquí arriba no va a pasar nada. En cambio, los ángeles están sentados en su silla, y ustedes son uno de ellos. Quizás ha llegado el momento de empujar la puerta y conectarse con ese poder. Sientan el empujón de la inteligencia cósmica a través de ustedes en este instante. ¿Cómo pueden verificar que está ahí? Les diré cómo lo harán. Se sentirán en paz cuando no deberían tener razones para estar tranquilos. Se marcharán de aquí en paz. Sus problemas no habrán cambiado, pero de repente no solamente se sentirán felices de estar aquí, sino que comenzarán a preguntar: “¿Cómo lo logró? Y la respuesta fluye hacia su lado del velo, hacia ustedes. Se sentirán en paz respecto a su vida. Sentirán seguridad acerca del futuro, aunque no puedan conocerlo o verlo. Las cosas comenzarán a cambiar. ¿Están listos para ello?
Todos estos años que he estado visitándolos, ¿se dan cuenta que jamás he cambiado? Jamás, en ningún momento, he cambiado mi mensaje. Así funciona la dualidad. Algunos lo escuchan y otros, no. Algunos sólo lo escuchan cuando sienten temor, y otros están comenzando a comprender que esta información está a su disposición para que la estudien y la tengan en cuenta en su vida diaria. ¡Bendito el Humano que tiene esto en cuenta como algo “normal” en su vida!
Todos estos años que he estado visitándolos, ¿notaron que jamás cambié? Jamás, en ningún momento, cambié mi mensaje. Así funciona la dualidad. Algunos lo escuchan y otros, no. Algunos sólo lo escuchan cuando sienten temor, y otros están comenzando a comprender que esta información está a su disposición para que la estudien y la tengan en cuenta en su vida diaria. ¡Bendito el Humano que tiene esto en cuenta como algo “normal” en su vida!
(Pausa)
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Report of Rev. Allon Oryza, CSP
To: Ignatius Cardinal Murphy, Prefect of the Sacred Congregation for the Defense of the Faith, Rome
My Dear Cardinal:
This is my final report on the Quest for the Tome of Tangiers. I am pleased-- and not a little relieved-- to report to you that the John Dees copy of the Necronomicon of Abdul Al'Hazred has been destroyed, and the threatened release of the fiend Cthulhu has been averted. Attached you will find what documentary recollections we have been able to assemble, providing incontrovertible testimony to the existence of dark beings of inconceivable power who seek the subjugation and destruction of the entire human race. Through God's manifold grace, and the courage and sacrifice of my companions in the Veritas League, Cthulhu rests again in the deathless sleep of the interdimensional Limbo of R'lehy.
In the course of our travels, we have encountered a rare form of desert wraith whose touch appears to drain from living victims the very essence of life, the energy that sustains us on the most cellular level. These aggressive spirits were successfully repulsed by means of improvised technology, as well as the centuries-tested methods of exorcism we have long employed. This experience suggests we further research the use of electro-mechanical technology to both defend against and dispel those agents of Darkness that still roam our world unchallenged.
With regard to my childhood friend and later enemy Emil Reynard, the Silver Talon, I am wracked with regret that our conflict resulted in his demise rather than his conversion and redemption. I must confess to you, Excellency, that seeing the abomination he had become, I felt only disgust and horror. In those last moments of his life my heart was filled not with pity or compassion, but with a hatred I have rarely experienced. On a deep spiritual level, I was wounded by the beast he became. On my next visit to the Eternal City I will seek out the help of my confessor, Fr. Albertus, to try to recover some willingness to forgive Emil for his betrayal and his mad rejection of his very humanity. I struggle to pray for God's mercy on him, while fearing that he deserves an eternity in the hell he has chosen. My mind knows that such judgment belongs properly only to God Almighty, but my heart still seethes with hatred.
While Emil Reynard is dead and gone, our other opponent in this conflagration, Belladonna Aconite, is still at large. Apparently she managed to slip away from the Hoever Carriage after planting the explosives that nearly blew us all to Kingdom Come. Although she acted in concert with Reynard, her self-interest was unclear in his plans to construct armies of man-machine chimeras. While Emil was acting out of his own madness and the seductions of the Necronomicon; I am convinced that Aconite was serving another master. Although she may have been in the open desert when Professor Fumolato's molecular explosive detonated, I would not presume her dead. My intuition tells me that many of the marionette strings on Reynard and Aconite were being manipulated by a man whose ultimate agenda has yet to be revealed: the Gearmaster.
I would be remiss if I failed to point out the terrible price that has been paid by the members of the Veritas League for the continued security of an unsuspecting public. To a man (and woman!) they have acted selflessly and courageously in the face of evil that would paralyze lesser men.
Perhaps the most damaged by these events is our mentor, Professor Gunther Wasserstrom. Overcome by grief following the death of his wife, Helena, he sought a means to mitigate his loss by bringing her back to this life. Long experience has shown us that such follies always end in terror and tragedy, as they certainly did in this instance. We are hopeful that with successful treatment Wasserstrom may be healed enough to resume a normal life. We are doubtful that he will ever return to active participation in the work of the Veritas League. Professor Fumolatro has spoken to me of some research in which Wasserstrom may play a part. We plan to take him to the League's Chicago facility to begin his recuperation.
Regrettably, Wasserstrom's two assistants were lost to the dark forces of the North African desert. May God have mercy on their souls.
Karl Eckhardt, for many years a valuable agent of the League, as well as talented barrister and explorer, has literally paid with his life for our success. Although he remains among the living, he is in many ways a changed man. His eyes hold a coldness of gaze which hints that a vital part of him is somewhere else, somewhere not on this Earth. As we traveled from Col du Zegotta to Tangiers, he was forced to walk, as any approach he made to the camels caused them to spit and back away. In moments of camaraderie his humor and vitality appear unchanged, but he often spends more time alone, in the silence and darkness, listening for he knows not what. As I have previously described, his new-found power of psychometry causes him more distress than useful insight. Young Jesse Phillips has suggested that he travel with Eckhardt to the American West, where some of his contact within the native tribes have useful experience dealing with-- and learning to control-- such singular abilities.
Lord Phillips himself seems the least altered by our encounters. Despite his experiences traveling the world for the League, he still maintains the innocence of youth in a way that makes each of us cherish his friendship all the more. His unflagging energy and unparalleled marksmanship have served the League admirably during this mêlée, and it is my hope that he will continue to develop the strength of character that we have come to rely on in many a crisis.
All of us owe an enormous debt to Lady Eugenia Porkshanks. Even though she was momentarily in the thrall of some evil djinn or eldritch power, it was her strength of will as much as the unearthing of the Necronomicon that broke the spell that compelled her. I am convinced that the oppressing force which briefly turned her away from us has altogether departed, and her wise council and ingenuity are once again at the disposal of the League. I believe it only proper that the Holy See reimburse Lady Porkshanks for the damage and salvage charges sustained to her amazing conveyance, the Hoever Carriage. I have attached receipts and documentation for Your Excellency's approval and signature.
Without the ministrations (and compelling right hook!) of Dr. Manleigh Haggis, all of us would today be bleached vulture-picked bones in the North African desert. Long a man of significant appetites, I have some concern that the Doctor's recovery from our expedition may have had as a consequence some developing dependence on several rather potent pharmaceuticals. God knows, there have been nights since our return to civilization when I was tempted to withdraw into the quieting arms of the absinthe bottle or opium pipe. Nevertheless, as with Lady Porkshanks, I am willing to vouch for the Doctor's integrity with my own life, and I believe that his recovery will take time.
Most changed by this expedition, of course, is my dear friend Professor Angelus P. Fumolatro. His devotion to the Truth, and to the protection of innocent human life, have consistently proven to me that although he rarely speaks of matters religious, he is as solid a defender of the Good as any man I have ever known. It is only through his deft leadership and willingness to sacrifice his own comfort and safety that we succeeded in destroying the evil Book, and dashing the plans of the Silver Talon and his cabal. All of us in the League are hopeful that he will fully recover the sight of his injured eye; that healing is in the hands of Dr. Manleigh Haggis and Almighty God.
The singular matter that remains baffling to us is the precise mechanism by which we managed to escape the detonation of the bomb placed in the Hoever Carriage. The account of a most reliable witness places Prof. Fumolatro at multiple locations simultaneously, saving both us and himself through his direct actions and the information he conveyed to his colleagues. While bilocation is not unheard of (see: St. Alphonus Ligouri, St. Severus of Ravenna, and many others), I do not believe that miraculous capability was operative in this instance. In particular, accounts describe one instance of Professor Fumolatro as looking distinctly older, and wearing an eye patch. The most logical explanation, as unlikely as it seems, points to the possibility of multi-temporal displacement, or time travel. Although researchers at the Vatican Observatory and the Gregorian University have posited the theoretical possibility, I believe that this is the first substantial evidence of actual travel through time, and disruption of the Universal Natural Laws of Cause and Effect.
Fumolatro professes to know nothing of time travel, and protests mightily that such a thing ought to be impossible. In recent days we have had lengthy discussions regarding the philosophical and physical implications of multi-temporal displacement, and the sole undeniable consequence has been two devastating headaches-- one for each of us. Still, if there is even the most remote possibility that some person or agency has discovered a way to manipulate or disrupt time, then this must present an even greater threat to humanity than that which we have just opposed. Should such a technology-- dare I say weapon-- fall into the hands of the still-at-large Gearmaster, any event in human history is subject to un-doing. (The possibility that such technology might even interfere with our Eternal Salvation by travel to the Palestine of 1890 years ago fills me with unspeakable horror. May God forbid it!!!)
Because of the possibilities of this unprecedented new threat, I respectfully request an extension of my assignment from the Special Forces of the Holy See, to serve with the Veritas League. With Your Excellency's blessing, and the grace of God, there is yet more dangerous work ahead for the men and women of the Veritas League!
Yours in Christ,
Rev. Allon Oryza, CSP
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Here ends the Quest for the Tome of Tangiers.
Watch these pages for the League's next expedition: The Veritas League and the Flight of the Time Trippers. Coming to a flickr near you in 2009.
I thought I'd go ahead and upload this, as someplace I had read that you could only show 72 images on one of these posters, and I had just passed that mark. Looks like that's changed, though.
Thanks so very much to all my wonderful Flickr friends and contacts and everybody who has looked and commented and faved and put these images in Explore. I can't tell you how much I truly appreciate that. The validation I feel from my Flickr experience is absolutely priceless.
And I promise not to upload another one of these for a long time!
1. Magic Bubble, 2. Exuberant Joy, 3. Light Beings of the Caves of Ondular, 4. Swimming in Radiance, 5. Trees in the Fog, 6. Soma Vortex to the Dark Deep Beyond, 7. 061 Reflections, 8. Snow Bridges in a Strange Country,
9. Fire Dance, 10. Lucid Dreams, 11. And You've Just Had Some Kind of Mushroom....., 12. 140 Foggy Twilight on our Street, 13. 049 Trees in the Fog 2, 14. 059 Misty Meadow Scene With Trees 2, 15. 023 Trees in the Mist 2, 16. 032 Tree in the Fog,
17. Ice Storm on a Dream Plain, 18. Merry Christmas to all My Wonderful Flickr Friends and Contacts!, 19. 022 Night Shot from the Front Porch, 20. 307 Snow Scene--Some Autumn Leaves Cling All Winter, 21. 020 Bare Branches on the Sky, 22. 331 Companion Snow Frosted Trees, 23. And Then the Lights Seemed Brighter, and the Music Had Been Playing Forever...., 24. Wings of Peace, A Prayer for the Season,
25. Autumn Colors Christmas Tree, 26. Clear Glass Macro Abstract, 27. 048 Elves in Christmas Tree, 28. 022 Jack Frost on the Windshield, 29. Wild Trip, Blue and Red Inferno or, alternately, Water Rafting in a Lava Field, 30. Autumn Fire, 31. All Bark and No Bite, 32. Troll Tree,
33. Reflections of Golden Fire, 34. Abstract--A Riot of Color, 35. 218 Elder Tree Conducting, 36. Autumn Gold, 37. Secret Fairyland, 38. 246 Reflections, Leaves and Such in the Creek crop 3, 39. Trick or Treat 3, Tell Me What You See!, 40. Autumn Tree Fantasy,
41. Fall Colors, Sunlight and Shadow, 42. Pumpkin Patch, 43. Plant Macro, 44. Ripple, Vampire Kitty, 45. Tree Branches, Foliage, Sunlight and Shadow, 46. Guy in Crowd, 47. Strata, 48. Designing Eyes,
49. Interdimensional Surfing, 50. Butterfly Girl, 51. Bubble Abstract, 52. 117 Crystal Vision, 53. 209 Indian Dancer, Super Closeup 2, 54. 032 My Shadow on a Tree Take 2, 55. Land of the Ents, Rainforest Orton Fantasy, 56. 070 Organic Abstract in Earth Tones, What do You See 2,
57. flickr.com/photos/8720628@N04/1357013604/, 58. 304 Abstract Dream Animals, 59. Clouds Over Field, 60. Bench 2, 61. Rusty Grate, 62. Feeling Dwarfed and Humble, 63. Riding the Astral, 64. 388720188_dd0370709f_o Fish, Who's in the bowl?,
65. Bubbles, 66. Flowers, 67. Misty Mountain Scene, Looking for a Haiku, 68. Splash!, 69. Luminous Fantasy in Blue and Gold, 70. S'mores, Still Life With Cat, 71. Clouds in the Meadow, 72. Angel,
73. Mist and Mountains Through the Pines
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
Sticker photographed on a car in the parking lot of my former employer
Photographed at Imperial Plastics
Lakeville Minnesota
Friday March 29th 2019
Photo discovered deep within the bowels of my Iphone
Based off of Perimeter, an RTS from Russian developer studio K-D Lab. Frame is a mobile city created to traverse the treacherous and ever-changing bubble worlds of Psychosphere. The city itself is not as big as the Frame itself for it also houses machinery to maintain base when on-world, as well as mystical Spiral, a device that allows inter-dimensional travel.
I created this acrylic on canvas painting in 2011. It has a giant silhouette of an eagle looking back to the left while you see its abstract talons walking forward. There are also interdimensional godheads throughout.
Heather's ploy had worked. So many javaniks had come with their cameras and binoculars, that the crows could finish their interdimensional portal. She hurried to the tree on hearing of its completion, and there met the weirdest owl she'd ever.
"My name's Flammy," said the miniscule owl-shaped martian. We flammulated owls have been the guardians of interdimensional portals for generations. Between us, we'll save the Emerald Kingdom from being engulfed into the vortex monster's world, where all javaniks will be forced to drink water instead of coffee, and the football team's always winless.
In the click of a button, the two were transported beyond the reaches of time. There, in the middle of the street was the vortex monster, with its bright green eyes punctured by two narrow dagger-like pupils aimed directly at the invaders. Around her neck was a little bell and a tag with the name "Whiskers".
"Greetings, Oh Heather," said the cat. "I've been expecting you. But you probably didn't expect me. Long ago, my family let me out in the yard..."
"But why would they do such a thing!" said Heather with a gasp. "Didn't they know how much damage cats do?"
"Of course they did! But did they care? Oh, I killed plenty of birds all right, but it never was enough. No matter how many I left for dead, I could just never rid myself of the passion. So, I travelled to this dimension and began from here. But that wasn't enough, so I spread false news about global warming so all the java beans die out, and then the coffee shops will have to close. Since only they are holding up the Emerald Kingdom, it will fall into my dimension, where I'll enslave the dogs and shrink every javanik born on Tuesdays and Fridays to serve as my toys.
"That will never happen!" yelled Heather, who then revealed her talons and headed straight toward the frenzied furball. Only a sudden force slammed her back to the ground. From the ground, she looked up in dazed horror at her tormentor.
"Do you like them!" said the vortex monster. "They're called windows." Now if you don't mind, I have some social media posts to see after.
"Not so fast," said Flammy, then to both their surprise burst into flames and transformed into a blazing mule. With an unbridled fury she crashed through every window, though the cuts wore deep on her.
"Flammy! No!" screamed Heather, but the Flame-Muleating owl had shattered the last pane, then collapsed before Whiskers. Heather wasted no time in following her path, then grabbing the fleeing feline in her talons.
"Don't worry about me," said the badly wounded Flammy, who had transformed back into her owl self. "We'll always be there, watching you in the shadows, and ensuring that your dimension remains unharmed."
Since Heather preffered not to gouge on orange fur, she brought the vortex monster back to her own dimension, where all rejoiced. She returned back to her post in the center of Anne's Queendom, ready to protect the Emerald Kingdom in its next hour of need.
Whiskers swore revenge, but rumor has it pack of coyotes - Ricky, Vincento, and Sandra, got word of Whisker's whereabouts and paid him a little visit. Yet one must always be vigilant. To this day, the javaniks still leave their cats outside, and it's only a matter of time before another one creates an interdimensional portal.
I tried riding through it, but I just bounced off. What Gigerian beings have come through this gateway to feed off of -- and then possess -- the unsuspecting brains of affluent families living in uniform, sculpted comfort, I shudder to contemplate.
Lugar: Tendederu (Llanes, Asturias, Spain)
Fecha: 23/08/2017
Lightpainter: Frodo DKL
Fotografía: Frodo Álvarez Children of Darklight
Thanks for inspiration: Frank Schott
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One of two mosaics of one of my fave cosmic crusaders in the fractal world and other dimensions of computer creativity.Check out more of her worlds and Vizionz by following any link below.She's waiting to take you away.........1. Trees in the Neon Jungle, 2. Abstract 107B, Light Dances, 3. Sunken Treasure, 4. Fire of Imagination, 5. Born of Water Abstract, 6. Color Wheel, 7. X-Ray Vision, 8. Astral Voyage 141C, 9. Molten, 10. When You're Strange......, 11. Joyous Mingling, 12. Tree Chi Time Warp, 13. Fireworks Beside the Magic Arch, 14. Captain, We're Being Drawn Into the Heart of the Storm, 15. Interior Worlds, 16. Hearts and Flowers, 17. 3. March. Chi, 18. Down the Intergalactic Rabbit Hole, 19. String Theory--Surfing the Interdimensional Membrane, 20. Cosmic Fever Dreams, 21. Aladdin's Storeroom, 22. Ghosts Dream in Color Too, 23. Ectoplasmic Entities, 24. Voodoo Woman, 25. Meteor Shower on an Astral Dream Planet, 26. Rorschach Supreme, 27. Playful Chaos, 28. The Force Was With Him, 29. River Bluffs on a Strange Planet 3, 30. Footprints in the Cosmic Soup, 31. Luminous Buddha Web, 32. Impressionist Pond, 33. Flash Flood, 34. Orange Three-Dimensional Jigsaw Puzzle, 35. Astral Dreamscape, 36. Alchemist's Fire
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(For scale, note that this is the size of a business card.)
I gave this to my friend who's heading off to work at the LHC. In case they unleash alien hordes from another dimension, he can at least use this crowbar to defend himself! ... though only if the aliens are tiny. :P
I just printed out the logo on a piece of paper and mounted it and the crowbar to a business card with twisty-ties, then secured the back with a second business card and staples. (When I ordered the crowbar, I got an email asking me to confirm that I know I'm buying an inch-and-a-half long doll house crowbar. :P)
(Explanation: In the computer game Half-LIfe, a particle accelerator experiment gone wrong creates a portal to another dimension. Aliens invade, and the first weapon the theoretical physicist protagonist finds is a crowbar. :P)
This box with spots appeared in town a couple of weeks ago. Everybody walks past it like its always been there, or they don't see it. Maybe its an SEP?
I think there is an interdimensional gateway inside. I don't know.
What do you reckon it is?
-Plat of the Milwaukee & Rock River Canal map, Increase Lapham (1838)
-Lead Mines of the Upper Mississippi River map (1829)
-Aztalan State Park (WI)
The North Avenue Dam was originally built in 1835 to control the flow of the Milwaukee River for the prospective Milwaukee & Rock River Canal (M&RR).[1] The Canal project was shut down in the following decades after a small stretch was completed at what is now Commerce Street. The mining district (copper, lead) around Rock River, and access to the greater Mississippi River was the major reason for the M&RR canal.
As the Engineer and Secretary of the canal project, Increase Lapham was fascinated with the different trade connections made possible from the Mississippi to Milwaukee to Green Bay. Coincidentally, early Wisconsin Natives were trading copper and goods millennium prior, with evidence of trade between Lake Michigan, Lake Superior, and the Mississippi River – to as far as the Gulf of Mexico and Atlantic Coasts as early as 3000-2000BC.[3] With evidence from the Aztalan cultural center, the waters from Rock River to Lake Michigan were a very strategic geographic location. Lapham even made note of the “old Indian smelting pits” along the canal route for prospectors.[2]
Canary in the Mineshaft is an alternative ecology. Not dubious, but a thin thread between a distinct possibility of action and it’s effect on reality. Connecting above & below and here & there, the M&RR Canal was just another attempt at international and interdimensional exchange:
Canary
Canary yellow
Canary Islands (Europe-America take-off point/connection to the Gulf Stream sailed by Christopher Columbus)
Reed Canary Grass Phalaris arundinacea (Eurasian & North American genotype hybrid)
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Lead Plant Amorpha canescens: An important native prairie subshrub, with semiwoody stems. Compound and leaden gray-green leaves covered with fine hairs. Has 200 to 300 flowers per plant, and hairy indehiscent legume fruit. Believed by natives and settlers to indicate the subsurface presence of lead. Known to grow in a straight line following a fissure and strata of lead, with roots up to 20 feet below surface. The miners of the early 1800’s called it “Masonic Plant” because it disclosed the “secret of the mine”.[5]
1.) “Milwaukee Canal Attempt Failure”, Milwaukee Sentinel. (1922). Wisconsin Historical Society collections
2.) Lapham, I.A. (1840). A Documentary History of the Milwaukee and Rock River Canal. Wisconsin Historical Society collections
3.) Cullen, K.M. (2006). Old Copper Culture retrieved from www.mpm.edu/collections/artifacts/anthropology/oldcopper
4.) Copper Culture State Park History. Department of Natural Resources. Revised May 2012. Retrieved from dnr.wi.gov/topic/parks/name/copperculture/history.html
5.) Helmenstine, John F. / Weehaukaja: a history of the village of Barneveld and the town of Brigham
Volume one. p.8. (August 1976)
Three months later, we find ourselves at Ever After High. Word of Casta's interdimensional charity concert had been buzzing through the hall for weeks now. Everyone wanted a chance to not only see and meet the greatest singer ever but also to attend the first ever interdimensional concert! And then there was the charity part too. Any who- we join Ashlynn Ella at her locker where she is exchanging her books.A figure comes over to her, and when she sees that it's her best friend forever after Hunter, she gives him a smile. He returns it with a questionable smile, thus leading Ashlynn to stop in her tracks...
Ashlynn: Hunter, is everything alright?
Hunter: Yeah... No... Not really.
*Ashlynn places a book in her locker, looking at her friend.*
Ashlynn: Well, what's up?
Hunter: It's the Hex of Luck contest... they said on the website that the winners would be emailed today to get more information but i haven't heard anything. And it's almost 3! There's no way I won...
Ashlynn: Aw Hunter, I'm sorry. I know how much you love Casta. Who doesn't? Her music is... spell binding!
Hunter: Yeah and this was my one chance to meet her- I even went as far as having a few of my friends buy tickets for me in the hopes of increasing my chances to win... Now all I am is ticketless, and broke.
*Ashlynn cradles her books in her arms, slowly turning to her friend.*
Ashlynn: I think I may have something to cheer you up.
Hunter: Thanks Ash, but I'm not really in the mood. Nothing can cheer me up.
Ashlynn:... Nothing? not even a ticket to the Hex Of Luck concert in two months?
*Hunter looks at Ashlynn like she's lost her mind. Ashlynn, on the other hand, is smiling like a love-struck fool.*
Hunter: What?
Ashlynn: You heard me- I won two tickets to see Casta live at the Hex Of Luck concert!
Hunter: What?
Ashlynn: Well, I know how much you love Casta and I figured I might as well enter and see if I could win you the tickets. Look, I just got the email an hour ago;
*Ashlynn goes on to show Hunter her phone, along with the official email congratulating her on winning.*
Ashlynn: And I want to take you as my plus one Hunter.
Hunter: What- no way! Oh Ashlynn- you're the best of a friend a person could ask for!
*Hunter sweeps Ashlynn into his arms, the sudden motion causing her books to fall to the ground. After overcoming the initial shock, Ashlynn hugged Hunter back. A warm feeling tingled within her, until she remembered what he said.*
Ashlynn: Yes... friends...
Hunter *At the sound of the first bell*: I gotta get to class but I'll take to you soon!
Ashlynn:Uh- yeah! See you later- friend!
*Ashlynn watched as Hunter rushed off to class, before slamming her locker close. To herself she said 'but I want to be more than friends!' before picking up her books and going to her own class...*
Bitácora de La Aqueronte, año estelar 3311 Universo 57 sector pegasus.
Ingreso #00111 Capitán Vladislav Yuri Kovaks código de identificación Tierra alfa, noche con una sola luna y un sol mediano con perros orbitando.
Nos hemos encontrado con partes de una vieja nave terrestre a la deriva, es ciertamente extraño, puesto que la nave es la Event Horizon, una nave de exploración científica interdimensional, la primera de su tipo. Dada por perdida cuando no lograron reactivar el impulsor cuántico y crear el salto nuevamente al sector de tierra alfa.
Lo que tenemos de ella son sus registros y la data que ha sobrevivido extrañamente en perfectas condiciones, como si tan solo hubiesen pasado un par de años para ellos, cuando estámos más allá de dos mil años de su partida.
Imágenes de un lugar aterrador entre las dimensiones conocidas, una clase de grieta que no pertenece a ningún mapa estelar que conozcamos. Un mundo de horrores y criaturas titánicas devoradores de soles, es más fácil imaginarlo con los cuentos de antaño, lo que llamaron alguna vez, el hades. Un sistema con cielos en llamas y monstruos que cultivan cementerios en la vastedad de un extraño cosmos que nos atrae lenta e hipnóticamente hacia sus fauces, nos hemos encontrado con el inframundo y estoy feliz por ello, ahora, nos disponemos a renacer a la luz de nuestros nuevos dioses para danzar en los jardines de fuego, donde el viento y la brisa son lamentos que resisten el olvido, así que danzamos para que vivan eternamente junto a los nuestros, una voz en la oscuridad, una espina en los ojos de dios. Yo soy el barquero, yo soy Caronte y navego dichoso hacia tí, Ungoliant.
Ingresando coordenadas del último destino de la Event Horizon, activar el impulso Warp, destino, La Grieta.
Estado de la señal de la Aqueronte............... Perdida.
Lugar: Tendederu (Llanes, Asturias, Spain)
Fecha: 23/08/2017
Lightpainter: Frodo DKL
Fotografía: Frodo Álvarez Children of Darklight
Thanks for inspiration: Frank Schott
Full Set: flic.kr/s/aHsm3qWGh9
Sponsors:
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www.NEON-FLEXIBLE.fr & www.LED-FLEXIBLE.com
Shot made with OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OM-D E-M1
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