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PJ Harvey - Dear Darkness | Live at Sydney Festival
See Eta mae`s outstanding verson here: www.flickr.com/photos/157802675@N08/50227420422/in/datepo...
Credits:
LeLUTKA Lilly Head 2.5
Maitreya Mesh Body
a.b - Holly group gift - BOM LeLutka
DOUX - Cara hairstyle
KUNGLERS - Greta set (to FaMESHed event)
LaGyo_Lights Festival Hat
=Zenith=Phoebe Dress (@Collabor88)
Le Poppycock *Beauty Break* Fair Interlude / Lost in a Book
Location: Whimberly
♫♬♪♩Enya - The Humming Video Edit (Full Album Version Live Performance)♫♬♪♩
The Humming...
Enya
And all the light, will be, will be
And all the future prophecy
And all the waves, the sea, the sea
And on the road, are you and me
Hmmmmmmmm
Hmmmmmmmm
And all the wings are like a kiss
And all the years are nemesis
And all the moments fall in mist
And all is dust, remember this
Hmmmmmmmm
Hmmmmmmmm
Hmmmmmmmm
Hmmmmmmmm
And all the lights, will be, will be
And all the waves, the sea
And all the waves, the sea, the sea
And all the light, will be
And all the dust will drift away (ooh)
And all the nights and all the days
And all the heavens go their way
And only change is here to stay
Hmmmmmmmm
Hmmmmmmmm
Hmmmmmmmm
Hmmmmmmmm
And all the…
Much madness is divinest sense -
To a discerning eye -
Much sense - the starkest madness -
'Tis the majority
In this, as All, prevail -
Assent and you are sane -
Demur - you're straightway dangerous -
And handled with a chain -
Emily Dickinson
It's not dark yet, but the dogs are barking down the street.....
"Her leaders within are like wolves tearing the prey, to shed blood, to destroy souls, to get dishonest gain."
Ezekiel 22-27
"I know that after I leave, some people will come like wild
wolves and try to destroy the flock. Also some from your own group will rise up and distort the truth and will lead away
followers after them."
Acts 20/29-30
Last night I had a visit from a large moth,
which I caught in a jar,
photographed and then released into the night.
I remembered the mysterious movie 'The Mothman Prophecies'
and wondered what the butterfly was trying to tell me ...
1. you will never wed the prince, you'll wed the king.
2. You'll be queen, for a time. Then comes another, younger, more beautiful, to cast you down and take all you hold dear.
3. The king will have 20 children and you will have three. Gold will be their crowns . . . gold their shrouds.
One of the Madeira Highlights was this Area, where I had some intensive Shooting in a mystic foggy Situation. Luckily I was at the right Place at the appropriate Time!
The Artists Of Ion by Daniel Arrhakis (2016)
With the music : Lars Leonhard - Stella Nova [Full EP]
Their compositions draw the lines and forms of the future but also the colors and the light of dreams ... materializing thoughts, characters and landscapes, will create new realities that intersect in time and overlap the lines of fate - The Artists Of Ion.
~ Heidr Ragnarok ~
"It is the way of prophecy. Only to be understood when it has happened, and it is too late to change it." - Ragnar Lothbrok
...sountrack : Violent Femmes - Country Death Song...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lwj5_SNWYc8
..thank you all sooo much for your kind words and wishes, my dearest friends !!!!!!...
...slowly catching up...
...wish you all a wonderful and healthy week..........................................♥
Church Hymn | A Loyal Heart for God
1
Oh God! Although my life
may not mean much to You,
it's only You I wish to dedicate it to.
Though men may be unworthy to love You,
and though their love and hearts
are ultimately worthless,
You can see their good intent.
And though men's flesh
doesn't meet Your acceptance,
I wish for You to accept my heart.
Because I'm much, much less than dust,
there's nothing I can do
but dedicate this loyal heart
to You, oh God, to You.
2
Oh God! Although my life
may not mean much to You,
it's You who I
will dedicate my whole heart to.
Though I'm unable to do
anything for You,
I will devote myself
to You to loyally satisfy You.
I know that You must look upon my heart.
I ask for nothing in my life,
but for my heart's desire,
my thoughts of loving You
to be accepted.
Because I'm much, much less than dust,
there's nothing I can do
but dedicate this loyal heart
to You, oh God, to You.
3
Oh God! Although my life
may not mean much to You,
it's only You I wish to dedicate it to.
I was with You for long
yet didn't know You.
This is my biggest debt
that I have never loved You.
I even said something behind Your back—
words, oh dear God,
I should never have spoken.
Things like these make me
feel forever in Your debt.
Because I'm much, much less than dust,
there's nothing I can do
but dedicate this loyal heart
to You, oh God, to You.
Recommend to you: praise and worship music
'Macbeth shall never vanquished be until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him.'
(Shakespeare, Macbeth - Act 4 Scene 1)
Stanley, Tasmania, AUSTRALIA
I like to call the northwest coast of Tasmania, the forgotten coast. I have never seen another photographer in these parts. Any photos tend to be postcards of Stanley, quite a lovely town. Published serious landscape photographs are scant; I haven't seen any myself.
Not a bad light show at dawn today but the high contrast was pretty difficult to tame. Ended up stacking a 4 stop reverse ND and 2 stop soft ND grads. f22, 0.5, ISO 100. Canon 5D, 16-35mm 2.8L, Gitzo tripod.
Yeats made a prophecy in this poem over 100 years ago after World War I
....sadly our world is headed in this direction.
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
WB Yeats