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They couldn't kill her with fire,
Although her body did burn.
Left on the funeral pyre,
She screamed over and over again.
And through her eyes,
Saw blackened skies.
I don't want to know her anymore.
In Varanasi, the tradition of lighting the funeral pyre is a significant Hindu ritual. Families bring the deceased to the ghats along the Ganges River, and the body is cremated on a pyre. The belief is that cremation in Varanasi helps achieve moksha, liberation from the cycle of rebirth. The eldest son or a male relative usually lights the funeral pyre as a sacred duty.
Not quite the Beacons of Gondor, these pyres have become the norm in the wake of the previous couple of years flooding.
Seven Mile Beach Gerroa, NSW
Pentax K1 w Irix 21/1.4
ISO6400 f/2 2s x 12
Raw developed and stacked in Starry Landscape Stacker, brushed up in Topaz Denoise, colour graded in Color Efex Pro 5 and finished off in PhotoLab.
"...and you were fire.
And I never knew
how the pyre could be burning
on the edge of the ice field."
-For Crying Out Loud, Meatloaf
The songs of Meatloaf, listened to on my family's record player, fired up my imagination as a young teen. I was always creating the rest of the story that went along with the lyrics.
Also, my Dad was both horrified and somewhat proud that I could sing all the lyrics (both the male and female parts) of Paradise by the Dashboard Light before I actually understood what it was about.
RIP Meatloaf
explorador
de soledades,
cuando vuelves
al hangar de Santiago,
a las colmenas
del hombre y su cruzado poderío,
duermes tal vez
por una noche triste
un sueño sin perfume,
sin nieves, sin raíces,
sin islas que te esperan en la lluvia.
inmóvil
entre anónimos
vagones.
( Pablo Neruda." Oda a Los Trenes
del Sur " )
Like the mythical bird that arose from the ashes of its own funeral pyre, the Red Hill Cinemas in Brisbane arose from the ashes of the old Red Hill skate arena that was destroyed by fire in 26 December 2002. Admittedly, it took 17 years and great imagination and risk for the gutted shell to be rebuilt as cinemas which opened inDecember 2019, using as much of the fabric of the old building as possible. As you can see, the mural artists have gone mad on the front and the long left side (out of shot) with some very appropriate art.
It's not too far away from the old Paddington Tram Depot that was devoured in a massive fire in 1962 which eventually led to the end of trams in Brisbane. It too had some real Phoenix's, parts from a number of the destroyed trams were reused to build eight new trams, the last in Brisbane. They were called Phoenix cars and actually had transfers of the Phoenix bird under each cab window.
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You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on, baby, light my fire
Come on, baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on, baby, light my fire
Come on, baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on, baby, light my fire
Come on, baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
Varanasi (Inde) - L'un des lieux de crémations au petit matin. Les corps ont brûlé toute la nuit. Les cendres des défunts ont été jetées dans les eaux du Gange.
Deux membres de la communauté des Doms (en bas à droite de la photo), cherchent d'éventuelles restes de dents en or. Dans les rites funéraires hindous, il n'y a pas profanation. Cette pratique est acceptée.
Varanasi (India) - One of the early morning cremation sites. The pyres burned all night. The ashes of the many deceased were thrown into the waters of the Ganges.
Two members of the Dom community (bottom right of the photo), are looking for possible remains of gold teeth. In Hindu funeral rites, there is no profanation. This practice is accepted.
Lighting fire beacons is an ages old tradition on the Outer Rim planets, it used to be a means of long distance communications in the olden days for many cultures. The messaging fires obviously serve no purpose in the age of FTL communications but traditions have importance of their own. The fires, usually on mountaintops, also look quite beautiful.
While on a mission to Hoth TK-24/7 participated the interplanetary "Beacon Day", as the event was called. Although being the only human on the entire planet TK-24/7 still entertained the idea of seeing another beacon lit on a faraway mountaintop. It would have been exciting. His pyre wasn't much of a pyre though, it was merely a snowball lantern, no open fire would burn well in the howling nightwinds of Hoth.
The lantern looked nice standing next to it. Nobody would see it from afar in this weather anyway. It was good enough for TK-24/7.
Here's TTL signing out for a couple of months.
My best mate and I are trekking the Pyreness High Route (HRP) from the Atlantic to the Med - 500 miles of wilderness delight.
See you all when I return. If you want to follow progress, there may be (but I can't guarantee it) some updates at www.touchinghelight.co.uk/atom/
laborers carrying logs of wood
from Raj Ghat
to
the major cremation ghats
in
VARANASI
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As a celebration of my 50,000th view, I bring you my second MOC in the Space Castle theme!
This dude is "inspyred" by Pyre Fyre, and his astoundingly cool Hardsuits.
I'm excited about this build because it's a Hardsuit, but retains (in my opinion) the feel of the Castle theme. This is the second in a (hopefully) long line of Space Castle MOCs.
Yay. :)
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"I burn his armor and with it the name of Darth Vader. May the name of Anakin Skywalker be a light that guides the Jedi for generations to come… Rest well, father. The Force is with you."
The funeral of Anakin Skywalker took place on Endor, after Anakin Skywalker died aboard the second Death Star during the Battle of Endor. Skywalker was redeemed by his son, Luke, and fulfilled the prophecy of the Chosen One by destroying the Sith, but the redemption cost Skywalker his life. Upon death, Skywalker's body disappeared and his soul became one with the Force, leaving behind only the armor of Darth Vader.
the famous cremation ghat
Manikarnika Ghat
where photographs
are prohibited
for those not familiar with HINDUISM
Hindus cremate the dead on funeral pyres
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The man in charge of making sure 105 tons of elephant tusks burn said it would have been much easier if they had put the ivory in a wood-chipper, but it would not have had the same symbolic impact. Robin Hollister, 63, a Hollywood location scout and special effects director, was also responsible for the firrst Kenyan ivory burn in 1989. He said the pyres were built on sacks of ilicit timber, including sandalwood, which had been confiscated by the Kenya Wildlife Service, then stuffed with pelts from various animals, including lions, leopards, colubus monkeys. There are ivory pyres 11 pyres, stacked with more than 16,000 tusks, and one pyre of rhino horn, which will burn 1.35 tons.
Sati or suttee[note 1] is an obsolete funeral custom where a widow immolates herself on her husband's pyre or commits suicide in another fashion shortly after her husband's death.
Mention of the practice can be dated back to the 1st century BC, while evidence of practice by widows of kings only appears beginning between the 5th and 9th centuries AD. The practice is considered to have originated within the warrior aristocracy in India, gradually gaining in popularity from the 10th century AD and spreading to other groups from the 12th through 18th century AD. The practice was particularly prevalent among some Hindu communities, observed in aristocratic Sikh families, and has been attested to outside South Asia in a number of localities in Southeast Asia, such as in Indonesia and Vietnam.
Under British rule, the practice was initially tolerated. In the province of Bengal, sati was attended by a colonial government official, which states historian A.F. Salahuddin Ahmed, "not only seemed to accord an official sanction, but also increased its prestige value". Between 1815 and 1818, the number of sati in Bengal province doubled from 378 to 839. Under sustained campaigning against sati by Christian missionaries such as William Carey and Brahmin Hindu reformers such as Ram Mohan Roy, the provincial government banned sati in 1829. This was followed up by similar laws by the authorities in the princely states of India in the ensuing decades, with a general ban for the whole of India issued by Queen Victoria in 1861. In Nepal, sati was banned in 1920. The Indian Sati Prevention Act from 1988 further criminalised any type of aiding, abetting, and glorifying of sati.
Those in the water are panning for gold at the Manikarnika Ghat on the Ganges. The Manikarnika Ghat is a cremation ghat along the Ganges River and it is said fire never dies there. One or other pyre contnues to burn at the ghat. These people are paaning the ashes swept into the Ganges for any gold or precious stones or metals that may have gotten through like Gold teeth, jewelry, hair pins, etc, etc.
After every harvest, the residents of the entire area gather near the chapel for the Phoenix festivities, to sacrifice their prize stock and to burn their spoils, in order to sow the blessed ashes to fertilize the soil, hoping for a phoenix-like rebirth of the crops in spring.
Not all offerings seem to make the pyre, however. And why is that mystic chapel so heavily guarded?
"Drop by drop is the water pot filled. Likewise, the wise man, gathering it little by little, fills himself with good." - Buddha
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Walk through one of Singapore’s must-see cultural sites, the Buddha Tooth Relic Temple & Museum, and marvel at an impressive array of Buddhist relics. The Buddha Tooth Relic Temple & Museum located in the Chinatown district was recently built in 2007, but the temple’s richly designed interiors and comprehensive exhibits on Buddhist art and history tell stories of culture over hundreds of years old. The temple gets its name from what the Buddhists regard as the left canine tooth of Buddha, which has been recovered from his funeral pyre in Kushinagar, India and displayed in its grounds.
Holika Dahan also Kamudu pyre is celebrated by burning Holika, the devil. For many traditions in Hinduism, Holi celebrates the death of Holika in order to save Prahlad, and thus Holi gets its name. In olden days, people use to contribute a piece of wood or two for Holika bonfire.
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Hellfire, dark fire
Now gypsy, it's your turn
Choose me or
Your pyre
Be mine or you will burn..
//Esmeralda y Claude Frollo//
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Pedres de les Orenetes
Whilst the basin with the declaration of love may be natural or assisted, its position at the apex of a vivid and appropriated monolith would have afforded it a potential prehistorical role, with rites of water and pyres both potentially 'happy' to use this natural envelope. The basin is above an alcove with rare UNESCO protected Levantine rock art from between the late neolithic and the Bronze age. The love of 'X' (Xavier?) for 'E' (Earlene?) merited a mighty heart, and the serifs on the 'E' suggest that the offspring of that love may now be old.
AJ
Get burned up and view this Large on Black
I think the wind might have blown up this particular farmer's weed burn east of Fort Collins, CO today. When I saw the pillar of smoke billowing in the sky like a fractal, I knew I had to capture it. ;-)))
I'm the Devil girl, watch me slay,
I run this game, no need to pray,
Hell’s in my veins, yeah, I got that fire,
Mess with me, and you’ll feel the pyre.
Lips red like sin, eyes burnin’ with heat,
Steppin' through the shadows, life’s on repeat,
Got that sexy swagger, devilish grin,
I'm the queen of chaos, let the games begin.
Morrigan gliding past the remembrance pyre... blinding all of the dead with her beauty <3
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Unoa Lusis with faceup by Culur and wig by BelachixDollWorld, wearing Souldoll Nova's leather jacket
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I cannot express how happy this wig made me :D It's so incredibly perfect for Morrigan, I'm really thrilled with her new look <3
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
From the edge of realms where light dies and magic devours itself, rises Velarix — Firstborn of the Amethyst Crucible, Queen of the Ninth Pyre. Her armor is wrought from violet wyrmscale and voidglass, barbed and plated in ever-shifting prismatic hues, as if the cosmos themselves coalesced around her flesh.
A radiant dragonstone core glows at her chest, thrumming with pulsar-born energy — the last shard of a fallen star dragon’s heart. Her crown, fused with her helm, erupts into jagged, symmetrical horns — part flame, part obsidian. From behind her, vast wings unfurl like veils of dying nebulae, casting shadow and ultraviolet light across all who dare meet her gaze.
Her eyes are starlight weaponized: not windows to her soul, but warnings of a fury few have survived. She speaks in silence. She commands without breath. And when her power stirs, entire timelines fracture in her wake.