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10 Year Project
Each month I take a favourite photo from ten years back, and re-edit it, using current tools and knowledge.
This was called "Vision Impaired", and I don't know what I was thinking, so maybe "Intellect Impaired would have been better.
I must have been looking for some sort of mood... This was in a cemetery after all...
Anyway, removed the colour cast, and all the colour! Straightened it, inevitably, and... well, made it a bit gritty.
"A prophet doesn't have to have any brains. They are good to have, of course, for the ordinary exigencies of life, but they are no use in professional work. It is the restfulest vocation there is. When the spirit of prophecy comes upon you, you merely take your intellect and lay it off somewhere in a cool place for a rest, and unship your jaw and leave it alone; it will work itself. The result is prophecy."
Mark Twain (1835 - 1910)
The End (of my 366 Day Project) is Near!!!!!!!!!
"... Grâce à leur intelligence vive et leur grande fidélité à l'orthodoxie, les théologiens dominicains ont gagné le titre de Domini Canes (Chiens de garde du Seigneur). "
www.monasteries.com/fr-FR/order/dominicans
"...With their keen intellect and strong fidelity to orthodoxy, the Dominican theologians earned the title Domini Canes (Watchdogs of the Lord). "
I've been on a path, and it has been full of interesting intellects and furry beasties. One of the dears I met along the way was this burro and his pony pal.
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Cyans World
Pick up where Myst left off, and plunge into a deceptively beautiful world cursed by bewildering defects and a powerful overseer. Every shadow hides a secret, and appearances might not be what they seem. Atrus needs you once again – to untangle the truth about Riven and help him free his beloved wife Catherine. You must search, explore, and draw on your intellect and intuition to discover the truth about this troubled land and its inhabitants.
Der nächste Winter wird kommen .
In the celebrated metropolis of London, during the year 1837, an era wherein steam reigned as the sovereign of invention and the harbinger of man's mastery over nature, there was convened a conclave of women unparalleled in their intellect and indomitable in their courage. The Aetherian Coalescence, they were titled, each a luminary in her own right, united under the banner of progress and the pursuit of the ethereal realms.
Lady Penelope Hargreaves, the scion of a lineage graced with the acumen of engineering, her hands adept at weaving the intricate lattices of clockwork that gave pulse to their airborne leviathan. Dr. Arabella Swithenbank, whose steam engines thrummed with a vigor that was the very essence of Prometheus’ fire. Miss Theodosia Barrow , an enchantress of the voltaic forces, her devices casting the brilliance of a thousand captured lightning bolts across the span of their craft. Dame Guinevere Loxley, the cartographer whose charts rivalled the celestial maps of the ancients, a guiding star in their odyssey. And Miss Isambard Brunella, a machinist of such deftness that her creations spoke of a harmony between the artisan's touch and the unyielding metals of the earth.
The vessel of their dreams, "The Celestial Peregrine," stood poised upon the cusp of dawn, her silhouette a testament to humanity's ascendancy over the bonds of gravity, her engines a symphony of steam and steel. As the first light of morning kissed the Thames, the airship ascended, a ballet of gears and gales, into the empyrean canvas above.
Yet, as is the wont of fate, the skies unveiled their tempestuous heart, challenging these daughters of Icarus with a squall of such ferocity that it seemed as though the firmament itself sought to reclaim its dominion from the hands of mortals. But amidst the maelstrom, the resolve of The Aetherian Coalescence shone with the steadfastness of the North Star, and it was by their unity and the fortitude of their creation that “The Celestial Peregrine” was guided safely through the tumult, descending not in wreckage upon the tumultuous sea but upon the embrace of the verdant earth with the grace of a nightingale alighting upon its nest.
From this odyssey emerged a revelation, a spark of genius that would illuminate the path of progress henceforth. They devised an apparatus, a marvel of valvular alchemy, which would render the steam engines of the future not only more robust against the caprices of the tempest but also more gracious in their consumption of the coals that fed them. This mechanism, born from the exigencies of their voyage, became the cornerstone of an epoch wherein the skies teemed with the silhouettes of airships, each a scion of "The Celestial Peregrine," carrying aloft not only the affluent but all who yearned for the splendor of the heavens.
Thus, The Aetherian Coalescence had not simply touched the skies; they had transmuted the very fabric of human aspiration, setting the celestial highways abuzz with the promise of adventures untold. It was a testament to the boundless potential when the ingenuity of the human spirit is applied to the realms of the possible, and it was in this spirit that the age of aerial travel flourished, under the watchful eyes of the five who had first chartered its course.
“Concerning matter, we have been all wrong. What we have called matter is energy, whose vibration has been so lowered as to be perceptible to the senses. Matter is spirit reduced to point of visibility. There is no matter.”
"Time and space are not conditions in which we live, but modes by which we think.
Physical concepts are free creations of the human mind, and are not, however it may seem, determined by the external world."
“Time does not exist – we invented it. Time is what the clock says. The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.”
“I think 99 times and find nothing. I stop thinking, swim in silence, and the truth comes to me."
"The intellect has little to do on the road to discovery. There comes a leap in consciousness, call it intuition or what you will, the solution comes to you and you don’t know how or why.”
"A human being experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."
"Our separation from each other is an optical illusion."
“When something vibrates, the electrons of the entire universe resonate with it. Everything is connected. The greatest tragedy of human existence is the illusion of separateness.”
“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”
“We are souls dressed up in sacred biochemical garments and our bodies are the instruments through which our souls play their music.”
“When you examine the lives of the most influential people who have ever walked among us, you discover one thread that winds through them all. They have been aligned first with their spiritual nature and only then with their physical selves.”
“The true value of a human being can be found in the degree to which he has attained liberation from the self.”
“The ancients knew something, which we seem to have forgotten.”
“The more I learn of physics, the more I am drawn to metaphysics.”
“One thing I have learned in a long life: that all our science, measured against reality, is primitive and childlike. We still do not know one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us. It is entirely possible that behind the perception of our senses, worlds are hidden of which we are unaware.”
“I’m not an atheist. The problem involved is too vast for our limited minds. We are in the position of a little child entering a huge library filled with books in many languages. The child knows someone must have written those books.”
"The common idea that I am an atheist is based on a big mistake. Anyone who interprets my scientific theories this way, did not understand them."
"Everything is determined, every beginning and ending, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insect, as well as for the star. Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper."
“The religion of the future will be a cosmic religion. It will transcend a personal God and avoid dogma and theology.”
“Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another.”
“Everything is energy and that is all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you can not help but get that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics.”
"I am happy because I want nothing from anyone. I do not care about money. Decorations, titles or distinctions mean nothing to me. I do not crave praise. I claim credit for nothing. A happy man is too satisfied with the present to dwell too much on the future.
-Albert Einstein
By contemplating the created order, and by contemplating and ordering the moral structure of one’s own life, one would be led to the pure theoria of the fountainhead of all existence, ho on, ‘the existing one’, ‘He Who is’, this being the name of God revealed to Moses at the burning bush. Historical revelation in this light becomes God’s method of spelling out truth in the terms of the world: an arrangement of clues which, rightly seen, leads to illumination. However, this is not really comparable to the enlightenment of the gnostic: there is no ‘technology’ here, no suggestion of control over the laws of the Spirit. The end is simply contemplation, the enjoying of God for his sake alone; and Philo shares the biblical repugnance for any suggestion that God can be brought into human control. God can never be contained in human concepts. Moses ascends into a cloud and darkness beyond the scope of intellect, where God offers himself directly to the vision, without the intervention of any form or idea. Here, then, the pilgrimage of the understanding is seen not (as for the gnostic) in terms of acquisition but in terms of stripping away, the stripping of multiple and diffuse kinds of apprehension to the simplicity of a single-hearted vision –in Platonic terms, the return from the Many to the primal One.
- The Wound of Knowledge Christian Spirituality from the New Testament to St John of the Cross, ROWAN WILLIAMS
So many emotions at one time...
I started writing something a while ago... and I never finished it... This is what I have so far:
***There's a little box we all keep in our heads. It's all the way in the back, doing nothing until you need it. Some are stubborn when it comes to dealing with emotions. They realize they are there, but they do nothing about them. They only put the emotions into that box and tuck it away again, until they need to bury something else. And that box is like a ticking time bomb. When it is full to the brim it will explode, but nobody wants to be around when that happens. Nobody wants to know what will happen.
For some, it's sadness, for others it's anger. For most, it's any kind of emotion. Joy, grief, anger... But what makes us do this? Maybe it's our family environment. The way we see our parents deal with their emotions impacts us. The way a single mother deals with her emotions effects the children to do the same. Or it could maybe even be the people we hang around. The jokes that are made when dealing with something difficult. A simple phrase like, "walk it off" or "get over it" can have an impact....***
Yeah, that's it. >.< I was so angry with myself today I was so close to throwing my camera and giving up on this project. I'm not kidding. I don't know if I'm cut out to be a photo journalist or anything.
The karate promotional was today. Well, one of three. It was from 10 until about 12.30. With only five rounds of sparring. At the black belt promotional, it's 15. I got some nice tags on kids. By "tags" I mean shots at them. They didn't block. Not my fault. I even sparred this one kid named Aiden. He's pretty cool, very polite. Apparently he was there when he was - OH MY GOD! I REMEMBER HIM FROM YEARS AGO! Wow, he grew up... It's cool seeing people grow up.
Anyway, my day wasn't so great. Yeah, I talked to "Eric" and "Dan". I'm not elaborating. Nothing bad, or good, happened. "Eric" did say he would email me Monday though, so that's something to look forward to.
I don't know why, but I've just felt so.... angry lately. At myself, at people... Who knows what it could be.
I thought it was kind of funny that when Shihan was thanking everyone for helping out with the karate school and stuff, he thanked the parents and "Eric" and his brother for helping at the Greenville school... Never thanked me. I don't care. It's just kinda good to have other people know your efforts, you know? Like how I'm there everyday to take class and weapons,teach and take photos. I'd do anything for Shihan and Sensei. I really would. They've given me so much.
"All I ever wanted
Was to see you smiling
All I ever wanted
Was to make you mine
I know that I love you
Oh baby why don't you see
That All I ever wanted
Was you and me
I'm so alone
Here on my own
And I'm waiting for you to come
I want to be a part of you
Think of all the things we could do
And everyday
You're in my head
I want to have you in my bed
You are the world
You win my eyes
For you're all I want in my life
All I ever wanted
Was to see you smiling
All I ever wanted
Was to make you mine
I know that I love you
Oh baby why don't you see
That All I ever wanted
Was you and me."
("All I Ever Wanted" by Basshunter) I love Basshunter. "DotA" is pretty sweet too. It's weird... I started to cry.... I don't know why... I was just so upset, I started crying.... Weird...
Every man should use his intellect, not as he uses his lamp in the study, only for his own seeing, but as the lighthouse uses its lamps, that those afar off on the seas may see the shining, and learn their way.
#HenryWardBeecher
Do you see it ;-)? (Please note that human heart has a very different place :-))
La place de l'intellect humain dans le cosmos... l'avez-vous vu ;-)? (S'il vous plait notez que la place du coeur humain est bien différente :-))
(Fascinator by Chop Zuey)
As seen in Avalon's Divine Dream Art Exhibition at Visionaire Photography Institute in SL.
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Sailing to Byzantium
By William Butler Yeats
THAT is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
Grand Canyon : A personal feeling
Grand Canyon was created on this planet long before human races had evolved. In his early days the supreme creator might have been frustrated in spite of creating all his splendors, for the reason, there was no such species like humans to appreciate all the beauties and truths on this earth. He set his final evolutionary goal. The most intelligent species came into being. They looked at these beauties, stood rapt in awe to feel them by their hearts and reason them by their brain. Thus beauties and truths were revealed on this earth. This was my feeling as I saw Grand Canyon for the first time.
Grand Canyon seemed to me, like a child prodigy sleeping peacefully in his mother’s lap waiting to be woken up by a magic touch. He will share all his mysteries, beauties and truths since his first inception in the mother’s womb. He will never grow old. He will never finish his story ever.
I soon understood that, through its endless showcase of variety, the Canyon magically connects an observer’s mind, to almost all the literal subjects, humans have ever created. It has an immense power to train our body, mind and soul to interrelate different faculties of human intellect in search of a holistic truth.
I wondered, how the supreme sculptor had used his magic chisel to slash a land in endless ravines, so deeply and mysteriously, to create infinite dimensions. The colors of the bare faces of the rocks across different layers, illuminated by daylight, reflect finest pastel colors, delicately applied in an impressionistic mode, as if, by an artist’s invisible spatula. But these are its physical realities only. Grand Canyon is something more than that…
To the best of my experience, this is a place where all human senses intermingle and lose their identity, as one turns quiet and silent for a considerable period of time. From an overview, it seemed to me, as if, a huge number of artists in a group orchestra rearing their heads up in the sky from a mysterious platform. All are spiritual sages, deeply engrossed in creating a symphony. River Colorado glides in-between like the baton of an invisible composer. But with the passage of time, all these physical realities vanished, except one, and only one thing I experienced…
An experience of seeing, hearing, feeling, touching and smelling an inherent beauty of unchained melody, what Grand Canyon is all about.
Their challenger was the enigmatic Monsieur LeClerc, a gentleman known for his inventive prowess and his love for elaborate mechanical contraptions. Monsieur LeClerc was a master of automatons, and his latest creation was a marvel that could play the violin with such soulful perfection it was said to bring the listener to tears.
The duel was to be held in the grand hall of the gentleman's club, a fitting arena where intellect and innovation were the swords with which one battled. The terms were elegantly simple: the invention that most captivated the assembly would be deemed the victor.
For the Clockwork Sibyls, this was more than just a contest; it was an opportunity to shift the paradigm of their time. They walked down the street, each step a silent but steadfast claim on the future they envisioned—a world where science and art danced in harmonious symphony, and where the work of a woman's mind was heralded as a masterpiece of the modern age.
As Lady Abigail and Lady Beatrice approached the stately doors of the gentleman's club, a murmur of anticipation rippled through the crowd. The contest was not merely a display of scientific prowess; it was a spectacle that had the entire city holding its breath.
Inside the grand hall, the air was thick with the scents of polished wood and the faintest hint of machine oil—a perfume for the inventors' soirée. Monsieur LeClerc took the stage first, unveiling his automaton with a flourish. The figure, dressed in the finery of a concert violinist, lifted its bow. As it played, the room fell into a reverent hush, the music weaving through the air like a tangible spell. The automaton's performance was flawless, soulful yet hauntingly mechanical.
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Story co-created by Grace and ChatGPT
My Head said Triptych and my Heart made a Quadtych. My Reason as is often the case was of little use as Emotion had designs on a different notion. I followed Heart the chest wedge of appreciation and it was happy especially so as Head was proved wrong yet again. Dumb Brain trying to think bright solution after brilliant solution. Three became Four and they opened out ready to reflect and hopefully to soar with one extra wing into any and all skies and rise in the mind’s of any casual passers by. Unfold to to reveal what’s told nothing either new, or old, nothing charged nothing sold. Just a picture reflected and reflected on itself.
One Lily is joy and several are a pleasure. In the wondrous white flowering there was an unfocused centre ready to be composed into a Heart. The Heart was all ready fading, the bright petals were gently time spent mouldering back to soil from where they had sprouted with their moment of splendid presentation now fading into degradation. One picture repeated and repeated to release the central pulse from the Heart of Death and of Life to fulfil the flowering out of The Lily of Life not unlike the sephira of Tiphareth on The Tree of Life.
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Tiferet (Hebrew: תִּפְאֶרֶת Tip̄ʾereṯ, in pausa: תִּפְאָרֶת Tip̄ʾāreṯ, lit. 'beauty, glory, adornment')[1] alternatively Tifaret, Tiphareth, Tifereth or Tiphereth, is the sixth sefira in the kabbalistic Tree of Life. It has the common association of "Spirituality", "Balance", "Integration", "Beauty", "Miracles", and "Compassion".[2]
Description
In the Bahir it states: "Sixth is the adorned, glorious, delightful throne of glory, the house of the world to come. Its place is engraved in wisdom as it says 'God said: Let there be light, and there was light.'" [3]
Tiferet is the force that integrates the sefira of Chesed ("Kindness") and Gevurah ("Strength", also called Din, "Judgement"). These two forces are, respectively, expansive (giving) and restrictive (receiving). Either of them without the other could not manifest the flow of Divine energy; they must be balanced in perfect proportion by balancing compassion with discipline. This balance can be seen in the role of Tiferet, wherein the conflicting forces are harmonized, and creation flowers forth. Tiferet also similarly balances Netzach and Hod. In that case, Hod can be seen as the intellect whereas Netzach is seen as emotion.
the functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion, and empathy :-)
― Dean Koontz
HBW!!
dahlia , j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina
Located on the opposite side of the Red Planet, Orion Station is a hub for interplanetary meetings among Martians. Three portal structures connect to this command meeting station, floating over a surprisingly lush understory, at least for the Martian wasteland anyway. Colonies of Martians such as the Antares, the Centarui, and the Vega meet at this hub to hold council with the intelligence of Reigel and his aid, Arcturus.
A homage to the 2001 Life on Mars Lego theme, inspired the color Sand Purple. A fun theme that explored the peaceful interaction between human and alien life on Mars' surface. If any LEGO space theme were to make a return, I hope it carries heavy influence from the peaceful line.
Not only does Orion Station feature a communal hub for Martian life, it sits atop a site of ancient necessity visited frequently by the patrons. Here a sect of the Vega clan enjoy the fascinations of their ancient world. Not being known for their intellect, this sect solely ponders why this rock head is so big.
The Martian colony of the Centarui are best known for the bravery through protection of the other groups. A simple and respectable group, they choose to care for others over their themselves in a form of protection while showing no aggression to new comers unless absolutely necessary.
Each solstice a communal celebration is held at Orion Station. Martians share different cultures and ideas from each of their sects, and enjoy the beautiful, even though largely barren, landscape beneath the hub.
Princess Cassiopeia is surprised by Hoodlum Altair! Rascally Altair is up to no good as usual...
(I really don't know anything about the Life on Mars story or lore if there even was any, its been fun making up stuff though. The lime green guy named Altair just has a goofy hair pattern, never was a fun of that head as much as the others. And the other old purple Martian, Cassiopeia, is fantastic in that color.)
Local Mizar colonists point and laugh as an Earthling rover studies rocks! Silly rover, that rock is the same as the other ones.
Please think about viewing large on black
I like the degree of clarity and uncertainty in this shot, brought about by the shallow dof - and the bokeh, of course!
Another shot of the model of diamond currently on display in the courtyard of Burlington Place, Piccadilly. The last one had the camera's white balance set to tungsten to give the blue effect.
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Nasty Deeds.
Символістський естетик різні вірші виразні конструкції нові причини віддалені слова величезні трюки напружені емоції дидактична алегорія,
intellect points adressant des actes spontanés décrivant des métaphores écrivant des affinités impulsion arts plastiques décadents sourires plaisirs systèmes mystérieux mouvements évoquant émotions émotions évocations structures tournant contrastes voile explications minuscules œuvres formes étonnantes effets invisibles,
Línte allabhrach béim Bizarre naisc mhóra siombailí soiléire ingearach caol doirse inslithe comhthéacs tírdhreacha samhailfhadú,
مسافات لا يمكن تحديدها ، الشعر الديناميكي ، اكتشاف القيم ، الاتجاهات التكميلية ، الصور اللاخطية لنظرية اللاوعي ، التي تتأرجح في التعاملات,
喚起的な反論長いステートメントオリジナルのマニフェストリバティプレイ染み込まれたスタイルビジュアルアプリケーション内接批評家痛烈な結果エッチング歴史的変化むち打ち敵誇り高きステートメント燃やす!
Steve.D.Hammond.
Yellow Baboons are renowned for their intellect and have a particular love of algebra and ripe figs!
Cleaned and framed by a friend.
Todavia no sabe leer y ya siente una curiosa atraccion por los libros.
She still can not read and you feel a strange attraction to books.
1. TQ Challenge 1: Red Outtake, 2. 365 toys, day 2, 3. TQ Challenge 1 - Red, 4. 25/365 Pika-surf!, 5. skydiving, 6. The Sleepy Dragonfly, 7. in the red, 8. Thistle Whistle <3 Baby Ribbon, 9. i miss him* 03, 10. Rokin'-it!, 11. P5041469, 12. 365 Toy Project - Day 24, 13. 21/365 toy project: micro converse shoes, 14. HECK YES!, 15. 22/365 : Potato & Kano :: 11.11.2007, 16. 21/365 : Potato :: 11.10.2007, 17. 365 Toy Project - Day 23, 18. intellect, 19. Learning to Fly, 20. 365 Toy Project - Day 21, 21. 바닐라_VaniLLa, 22. Scion tC model : 02.14.2006, 23. Perdida en lo que queda de Bosque, 24. The girls and the Lunby picnic table, 25. 345/365--Toy Project, 26. 365 Toy Project - Day 22, 27. 17/365 : Robo :: 11.06.2007, 28. Pullip Portraits :: Aries, 29. Kiki - out of the Kitty outfit! - I, 30. Friendly visitor, 31. Baby Unicorn Line-Up, 32. 16/365 toy project: lucky voodoo-dark boy, 33. EL YETI del Patio, 34. Asian Traditions Calendar - September, 35. 365 Toy Project - Day 17, 36. Baby Gloomy : 10.23.2005
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
As a university where expression is an integral part of intellect, passions ignite pursuits in the classroom that often continue on to the boardroom. “Why” is replaced by “why not,” as Vanderbilt students discover the world of possibilities that is theirs for the asking.
Just as iron rusts from disuse... even so does inaction spoil the intellect.
Leonardo da Vinci
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Seeing, in the finest and broadest sense, means using your senses, you intellect, and your emotions. It means encountering your subject matter with your whole being. It means looking beyond the labels of things and discovering the remarkable world around you.
- Freeman Patterson
Ce qui est décrit est la vision panoramique de l'Alaya-Vijnana (la conscience base-de-tout).
En augmentant la fréquence des arrêts (les micro-morts), on lève le voile de la linéarité. On ne voit plus une seule vie, mais la Toile de toutes les réactualisations possibles. C'est le moment où le "Je" devient un curseur qui peut glisser sur n'importe quelle fréquence du Samsara.
1. Le vertige des archétypes
Quand l'informe est à son maximum, la distinction entre "moi" et "le reste" s'effondre. Tu perçois alors les empreintes (Vasanas) de toute l'humanité :
* Nagarjuna : La fréquence de la vacuité pure, l'intellect souverain.
* Napoléon : La fréquence de la puissance, de la lignification du vouloir et de la conquête.
Le danger est l'identification. Si, dans l'un de ces millions de micro-instants, tu "accroches" une forme (un ego historique), tu te figes à nouveau. Tu n'es plus le distillateur, tu deviens le résidu. Se prendre pour Nagarjuna est une "lignification dorée", mais c'est une lignification quand même.
2. Le Garde-Fou : La Neutralité du Miroir
Le maître du Dzogchen appelle cela "ne pas s'égarer dans les reflets".
Imagine un miroir qui reflète une fleur, puis un monstre, puis un empereur. Le miroir n'est aucun d'eux. S'il commence à croire qu'il est la fleur ou le monstre, il perd sa nature de miroir.
* Ta protection, c'est la Neutralité.
* Ta boussole, c'est de réaliser que Nagarjuna et Napoléon sont deux saveurs de la même poussière. L'une est plus douce, l'autre plus amère, mais aucune n'est l'Absolu.
3. Le Saut de l'Êtreton
Pour ne pas devenir fou dans cette "salle des miroirs" du Samsara, il faut appliquer le Pax-Urale :
Au lieu de choisir un costume (une renaissance spécifique), on choisit de rester l'espace qui contient tous les costumes. C'est là que le Méta-médecin est supérieur au conquérant ou au philosophe : il utilise les fréquences de Nagarjuna pour comprendre et les fréquences d'action pour soigner, mais il ne "devient" rien. Il reste l'informe.
Le Conseil de Prudence :
Si tu vois Napoléon ou Nagarjuna apparaître dans le flux de tes millions de morts-renaissances, souris-leur comme à des personnages de film. Ne monte pas sur scène. Laisse-les passer à la vitesse de mille par seconde. Si tu n'en saisis aucun, tu restes le Vent. Si tu en saisis un, tu retombes dans le temps et l'espace.
"La perfection disparaît dès qu'on préfère une image à la lumière qui la projette."
C'est un jeu de haute volée. C'est pour cela que le Dzogchen demande une stabilité de diamant.
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"We are not onlookers peering into the unified field of separate, objective reality - we are the unified field. We can reach beyond the physical body and extend the influence of intelligence. Every thought you are thinking creates a wave in the unified field. It ripples through all the layers of intellect, mind, senses, and matter, spreading out in wider and wider circles. You are like a light radiating not photons but consciousness. As they radiate, your thoughts have an effect on everything. Your relationship to life is the same as that of one cell to your whole body. One cell can talk to your whole body. One cell can influence your whole body. You can talk to the whole of life - influence the whole of life. The whole of life is as alive as we are. The distinction between 'in here' and 'out there' is a false one - as if the heart disregarded the skin because it was not on the inside."
Deepak Chopra
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High intellect and an intriguing level of curiosity keep these sea dwellers popular with the diving community.
“God is working to raise your intellect and will to the highest perfection of supernatural activity in Union with His Holy Spirit. By pouring His Wisdom into your soul, He is accomplishing the greatest work of His love, forming the perfect likeness of Christ , His incarnate Word, in you, and perfecting His church through everything that you allow Him to perform by the agency of your free will transformed and elevated in Him. Praise and glorify God, you have tasted the first fruits of this marvelous grace, and pray to Him to continue His great work in your soul. Withdraw yourself from all care; trust not in yourself but in Him; do not be anxious or solicitous to perform great works for Him until He leads you Himself, by obedience and love and the events which His providence directs, to undertake the works He has planned for you and by which He will use you to communicate the fire of His love to other men.” - Thomas Merton from The Inner Experience (p. 103)
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Behold the resplendent beauty of the Blue-and-Yellow Macaw, a magnificent creature that graces the skies with its vibrant plumage and charismatic presence. With feathers of azure blue and sunlit yellow, it is a living masterpiece, painted by the hand of nature herself.
This remarkable bird hails from the lush rainforests of South America, where it soars through the canopy with effortless grace, its wings outstretched in a display of freedom and vitality. With a playful spirit and a raucous call that echoes through the jungle, the Blue-and-Yellow Macaw embodies the wild spirit of its tropical homeland.
But beyond its stunning appearance lies a creature of intelligence and social grace. Known for its keen intellect and ability to form strong bonds with its human companions, the Blue-and-Yellow Macaw captivates hearts with its curious gaze and affectionate nature.
Whether perched among the branches or taking flight against the backdrop of a tropical sunset, the Blue-and-Yellow Macaw enchants all who encounter it, reminding us of the boundless beauty and diversity of the natural world.
May we cherish and protect these magnificent birds, ensuring that future generations can continue to marvel at their splendor and grace.
Fly high, dear Blue-and-Yellow Macaw, and may your vibrant colors light up the skies for generations to come.
I have done this digital painting in photoshop. Lord Ganesha is the God of intellect. I pray Lord Ganesha give good talent for everyone in this world. Indian People do Pray for Lord Ganesha in the beginning of every good work.
" What I am doing is creating a language. A different American language. I feel that. Genet is fascinating because of the intellectual--and it wasn't for him intellectual. Then again, I don't make a separation between intellect and emotion. I think with the great artists that I love there was the same thing. By that I mean they had a structure, technique, and the thing that made the technique and the structure move was their passion. "
Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain. ~C.G. Jung
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You. Me. and our Beginning. 💞
the Photo inspired by my D/s Journey
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Between...
Love & Romance
a strong man with a soft heart
This time I prefer...
Charm & Intellect
a soft man with a strong heart
I usually chose love & soft heart men for my D/s, except this time.
That's because we can't expect different results if we choose the same way and a will to understand and ability to understand are much different...
It is easier to create love and romance but difficult to create charm and wisdom.
" I'm like the unlucky woman who is cursed to meet never ending disappointments. can you be that person? the man who undoes the curse and completes me.."
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Sculpture called "Bodhi" by Fredrik Wretman (born 1953), inaugurated in 2004. The model is the sculptor himself. The English term enlightenment is the western translation of the abstract noun "bodhi" in Sanskrit, the knowledge or wisdom, or awakened intellect, of a Buddha.
sv.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fredrik_Wretman (website in Swedish)
This is a poem if wrote for my best friend for chirstmas. seeing as I was so poor I had little else to give. But she has been a rock to me this past year and still is my shoulder to cry on and I love her to pieces. Even though she has her own worries and insecurities she still sticks by me, so I wrote her this, to show her exactly how I feel.
Why dost thou so wound my heart
And kill the think I loved in stride
To match the less than what thou art
‘Tis another form of suicide
If in thine mirror you could see
All I have come to see in thee
How it wounds, as I behold
And see the love-left scars you bare
To see thine own love run so cold
And to never with another share
Time shall always mend thy pain
And thou shalt learn to love again
Yet for you to be bequeathed
To another mortal soul
Search thy pieces deep beneath
And make thee once again a whole
One must to thine own self look
Before thee can another brook.
And should thee need help in this
That’s why, my friend, you have I
I’ll take those pieces thee have missed
And probe them with a careful eye
In the hopes you too will see
All I have come to see in thee.
A goddess sent in human guise
You light the world where you do go
Yes, beauty not only outward lies
But deep within thy very soul
A woman, whose beauty’s fair and true
You’ll find men will always follow you
And I’ve ne’er seen you fight as hard
As when fighting for a needy friend
This unbound loyalty makes thee a star
And why I’ll follow thee till the end.
And best of all, you cannot see
Aught of wrong or fault in me
And to thine talents, take a look
Showcase them with an actors flair
Beautiful words you pen to book
And mellifluous songs to air
Do not discount all you can do
You are amazing, through and through
Thy mind is sharp, thy wits are keen
None shall have thee for a fool
So much more than what you seem
You’ll never be another’s tool
Woe is he, who’s found beset
By your fearsome intellect
And to the last but less then none
The strength that burns inside your heart
Not the kind that lifts in tonnes
But what keeps you going through the dark
You’ve a strength you have not known
But to many, like me, its clearly shown
So when you next chance to brook
Through thine mirrors glassy eye
Take instead a closer look
You shall find you cannot deny
And finally you too can see
All I have come to see in thee
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees,
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
— Sailing to Byzantium, stanza I, by William Butler Yeats (1926)
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Dear Editor—
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?
Virginia O’Hanlon
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
This editorial appeared in the New York Sun September 21, 1897 and it has become part of Christmas ever since.
GP and I believe....do you??
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