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The Al-Rifa'i Mosque (Arabic: مسجد الرفاعى‎, transliterated also as Al-Rifai, Al-Refai, Al-Refa'i, and named in English the Royal Mosque), is located in Cairo, Egypt, in Midan al-Qal'a, adjacent to the Cairo Citadel. The building is located opposite the Madrassa of Sultan Hassan, which dates from around 1361, and was architecturally conceived as a complement to the older structure. This was part of a vast campaign by the 19th century rulers of Egypt to both associate themselves with the perceived glory of earlier periods in Egypt's Islamic history and modernize the city. The mosque was constructed next to two large public squares and off of several European style boulevards constructed around the same time.

 

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L'abadia de Sant Hilari (en francès Abbaye de Saint-Hilaire) és una antiga abadia benedictina fortificada situada a Saint-Hilaire (en occità Sant Ilari, en francès Saint-Hilaire), en el departament francès de l'Aude.

 

Fundada a finals del segle VIII, en el X i per voluntat dels comtes de Carcassona, l'abadia fou dedicada a Saint Hilaire (San Hilario), primer bisbe de Carcassona. El monestir fou pròsper fins el segle XIII, però les devastacions a causa de la guerra dels Cent Anys, la pesta negra i els períodes de fam afectaren negativament en ell i van causar el seu declivi. No obstant, la producció tradicional vinícola de la regió i de l'abadia derivà en que, el 1531, els monjos de Saint-Hilaire descobrissin el primer vi efervescent del món: el Blanquette de Limoux.

 

En el segle VII, sobre una capella construïda en el segle anterior per ordre de Sant Hilari, primer bisbe de Carcassona, que evangelitzà la regió del Carcassès, s'edifica una església, primer pas del que seria posteriorment l'abadia, que es menciona per primer cop a l'any 825 sota l'advocació de Sant Serni, primer bisbe de Tolosa.

 

Un segle més tard, concretament el 22 de febrer de 970, s'hi descobreixen les restes del primer bisbe de Carcassona i constructor de la primera capella. Els comtes de Carcassona, Roger I i la seva esposa Adelaida de Gavaldà, sol·liciten a l'orde de Sant Benet que es converteixin en els seus benefactors, i una carta de Lluís I el Pietós autoritza als monjos a escollir el seu abat, al mateix temps que passa a l'advocació de Sant Hilari.

 

Fins el segle XII, l'abadia es beneficia de la protecció dels comtes de Carcassona i nombrosos membres de la família Trencavell hi són enterrats. Paral·lelament, adquireix gran importància en tota la regió multiplicant-se les donacions. Durant la croada contra els albigesos, els monjos són acusats d'heretgia i entregats als dominics. El monestir és devastat i donat, juntament amb les seves terres, a la comunitat de germans predicadors del monestir de Prouille fins l'any 1246, que el rei de França Lluís IX intervé demanant al senescal de Carcassona tornar les terras a l'abat de Sant Hilari. L'abadia pateix les conseqüències de la devastació anterior i s'esfondra part del creuer, que es refà entre 1237 i 1260.

 

En la primera meitat del segle XIV s'edifica el claustre, però immediatament comença a patir etapes de dificultats econòmiques al no ser suficients els ingressos per a mantenir als 29 monjos que hi havia, que es va reduir a l'any 1344 per ordre del bisbat de Carcassona. La guerra dels Cent Anys i la pesta negra agreujaren aquests problemes, ja que es va haver de fortificar el monestir, generant més despeses. És en aquesta època que els monjos de Sant Hilari creen el Blanquette de Limoux, l'any 1531, als cellers adjunts de l'abadia.

 

En el segle XVI el monestir es sotmet al in commendam, traspassant els seus béns a particulars, però la decadència econòmica segueix i, l'any 1758, el bisbe de Carcassona dicta un decret suprimint els oficis claustrals i places monacals, convertint-se en església parroquial. A finals del segle XVIII l'abadia és venuda.

 

L'església abacial fou edificada en el segle XII tot i que no va ser acabada, bastint un mur de pedra com a façana occidental. Consta d'un absis semicircular on hi ha tres vitralls, possiblement del segle XIX. La nau està constituïda per tres voltes ogivals del segle XIII. Conté la joia artística de l'abadia, l'anomenat sarcòfag de Sant Serni, atribuït al Mestre de Cabestany. És una carcassa tallada en un sol bloc de marbre blanc del Pirineu, que explica, de dreta a esquerra, la vida de Sant Serni, el primer bisbe de Tolosa, al segle III, i s'atribueix al Mestre de Cabestany.

 

El claustre, en forma de trapezi irregular, data del segle XIV. Els capitells, de pedra sorrenca procedent de les pedreres de Razès, estan decorats amb fullatge, rostres humans o animals. En un dels seus laterals, sota una arcada, té un tauler d'escacs esculpit. És centrat per un font del segle XVI.

 

La sala de l'abat, contigua a la sala capitular, es va reservar per a l'abat, com a menjador privat o dormitori i té una decoració molt ben conservada. A les pintures de les bigues del sostre, que daten de finals del segle XV, s'hi representen formes geomètriques, d'animals i representacions humanes, algunes d'elles pujades de to.

 

A la part sud de la galeria del claustre hi havia el refectoris, un per als monjos i una altre per les visites. Els dos refectoris estan separats per una paret gruixuda que conté un púlpit incrustat de volta de creueria que data del segle XIV.

 

A la part sud-oest roman el que ha arribat als nostres dies de la part fortificada.

 

Des de 1840 està inscrit com a Monument Històric francès.

 

La batalla de Lauquet i la llegenda de Sant Hilaire

 

L'origen de la protecció de l'abadia de Saint-Hilaire pels comtes de Carcassona es deu probablement a la batalla de Lauquet, a finals del segle X. Aquesta batalla entre Roger I, comte de Carcassona, i Oliba Cabreta, comte de Cerdanya que va arribar a envair la regió, originà la llegenda.

 

De fet, es diu que les tropes de Roger I, inferiors en nombre i menys preparades per al combat, estaven a punt de perdre la baralla i fugir o ser massacrats. Llavors, el comte de Carcassona, al veure's perdut, es va agenollar i va començar a resar a Déu, invocant fins i tot a Sant Hilari demanant-li que l'ajudés a protegir el poble dels invasors. I va ser llavors quan es va produir el miracle: Sant Hilari, amb un vestit brillant, va aparèixer al cap d'un exèrcit que va repel·lir i va destruir les tropes d'Oliba.

 

Per agrair al sant la seva intervenció miraculosa, Roger I es comprometia vers els monjos a fer donacions regulars a l'abadia, a banda de triar el monestir com a lloc d'enterrament.

 

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Management Consultant; born April 21. 1933 in Frederiksberg, Denmark; married 1957 to chemical engineer in Cereal Chemistry Ursula Theresia Lund, b. Thiemann, Düsseldorf, Germany; 3 children.

 

Head of the Bio & Chemistry Division (Ret.), The Nordic Industrial Fund, The Nordic Council of Ministers, Oslo.

 

Inventor of:

 

The Maximum Value Method (MVM) 1957-1976

The Operative Set Theory 1975-1976

The Fifth Competence 1984-1986

Survivor 2000 1986-1989

The Moisture Dynamics Concept 1889-1990

Multicomplex Management (MCM) 2002-2012

Expected Creative Potential (ECP) 2002-2012

 

Biography - Summary in Danish:

 

Wirtschaftsingenieur (Chemie) fra Tyskland. 26 år i den kemiske industri i Danmark og udlandet. Teknologisk doktorgrad i produktudvikling (modsvarende tysk Dr.-Ing.hab.) fra Lunds Universitet. Industrirådets forsknings- og uddannelsespolitiske chefrådgiver for regering og folketing. Rådgiver i produktudviklingsmetodik for en lang række internationale koncerner. Forskning i fugtfysik og byggematerialer ved Danmarks Tekniske Universitet. Chef for Nordisk Industrifonds bio- og kemidivision (BCD) og samtidig generalsekretær for NordTek, de 23 nordiske tekniske universiteters organisation for samarbejde med det nordiske erhvervsliv. Medlem af en lang række industrielle og ministerielle udvalg, initierings- og styregrupper. Udvikling af en lang række nye produkter, koncepter, metoder og teknikker.

 

In 2002 Hans Bruno Lund introduced the concept Multicomplex Management (MCM) as a platform for a new series of management concepts and tools, e.g. "Expected Creative Potential (ECP)", designed as personal tools for the CEO of large, multicomplex organizations in addition to the traditional management concepts and tools.

 

Literature:

 

Lund, Hans Bruno

Multicomplex Management (MCM)

Version 4

CD-ROM, 678 colored illustrations

Hans Bruno Lund

Skodsborg

Denmark

2012

 

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Hans Bruno Lund

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Contents

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Career

 

01.1 Nordic Industrial Fund (NIF)

01.2 NordTek

01.3 The Technical University of Denmark (DTU)

01.4 Hans Bruno Lund, Management Consultant

01.5 The Confederation of Danish Industries

01.6 De Carlske Fabriker (DCF) (2)

01.7 De Carlske Fabriker (DCF) (1)

 

02 Doctoral degree

03 Education

04 Military

05 School and trainee

06 Social activities

07 Memberships

08 Interests

09 Biographies

 

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Career

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01.1 Nordic Industrial Fund (NIF)

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1991 – 1999 (8 years):

Head of The Nordic Industrial Fund (NIF) Bio & Chemistry Division (BCD) - The Nordic Council of Ministers - Norway.

 

Division REI-activities (Research / Education / Innovation): 5 programmes: NordFood, Nordic Wood, NordPap, NordBio and NordYeast; 748 projects; 6.000 participating private and public companies, institutions, organizations and agencies in 62 countries. BCD connected 180.000 researchers, operators, engineers, technicians and company, organization and agency executives (1998). BCD was - in combination with NordTek (see next section) - the largest industrial and technological REI-network in Northern Europe (Europe north of Bruxelles) connecting 280.000 people (2.600.000 ECP)

 

Bio & Chemistry Division (BCD) employees (parttime / co-financed) 1995: 32.000

 

Bio & Chemistry Division (BCD) achievements:

 

Every inhabitant in the Nordic countries, or more than 24 million people, and many more around the world, are each day consuming or using at least one product, and probably more products, which has been invented or improved through the research, education and innovation activities of the Bio & Chemistry Division (BCD) of the Nordic Industrial Fund under the Nordic Council of Ministers. That is at least 70.000 new and different product-consumer-contacts each minute day and night ! (BCD-Statistics 1998).

 

See:

Flickr, Hans Bruno Lund´s photostream:

"Multicomplex Management (MCM) Picture 1

Organization Structure".

 

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01.2 NordTek

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1993 – 1998 (5 years):

Secretary General of NordTek

The Nordic Industrial Fund - The Nordic Council of Ministers - Norway.

 

NordTek is the organization managing the cooperation of the 23 Nordic technical universities: The Technical University of Denmark*; Aalborg University*; The University of Southern Denmark; the technical universities of Helsinki*; Turku(Åbo)*; Tampere*; Lappeenranta*; Vaasa and Oulu*; The University of Iceland*; The Norwegian University of Science and Technology*; The University of Stavanger*; Chalmers University of Technology*; The Royal Institute of Technology*; Karlstad, Linköping*, Lund*, Mid Sweden, Umeå* and Uppsala* universities; the technical universities of Blekinge and Luleå*; Mälardalens University. *) NordTek-members 1998. NordTek-network 1998: 98.000.

 

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01.3 The Technical University of Denmark (DTU)

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1989 – 1991 (2 years):

Senior Researcher

The Technical University of Denmark - Civil Engineering Department - Building Materials Laboratory.

 

Research area: Moisture Physics. Introduction of the concept “Moisture Dynamics”. Moisture Dynamics broadened the applications of the laws of diffusion set up in 1855 by the German Physicist Adolf Fick and made them applicable to the demands of modern building and packaging materials and other complex products where knowledge in adsorption, diffusion and capillary flow of fluids, vapours and gases are of fundamental importance in the innovation process.

 

Literature:

 

Hansen, Kurt Kielsgaard,

Lund, Hans Bruno

Kopmetoden

The Technical University of Denmark

Department of Civil Engineering

Building Materials Laboratory

1989

 

Hansen, Kurt Kielsgaard,

Lund, Hans Bruno

Water Vapour Transmission

Building Physics in the Nordic Countries

Trondheim

The Technical University of Denmark

Department of Civil Engineering

Building Materials Laboratory

1990

 

Hansen, Kurt Kielsgaard,

Lund, Hans Bruno

Bredahl, Carsten

Gipsplader - Indre struktur og fugtmekaniske egenskaber

Teknisk Rapport 215/90

The Technical University of Denmark

Department of Civil Engineering

Building Materials Laboratory

1990

 

Lund, Hans Bruno

Fugtfysik (Moisture Physics)

120 pages, summary in English and German

Teknisk Rapport 215/90

The Technical University of Denmark

Department of Civil Engineering

Building Materials Laboratory

1990

 

The research was supported by: Statens Teknisk-Videnskabelige Forskningsråd STVF (DK); Omnia Fonden (DK); the European Community Bureau of Reference BCR (B); Dansk Standardiseringsråd DS (DK); Byggnadsämnes-IF (FIN); Norges Byggstandardiseringsråd NBR (N); Byggstandardiseringen BST (S) and NORDTEST (FIN).

 

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01.4 Hans Bruno Lund, Management Consultant

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1986 – 1989 (3 years):

Management Consultant

 

Adviser to companies in Denmark and abroad on product-, systems- and organization development e.g. AEG (D); AKU (NL); Akzo (NL); Alaska (DK); Argus(D); BASF(D); Bates(DK); Bayer(D); B&W(DK) ... ... ...

 

Development of the management tool SURVIVOR 2000.

 

Survivor 2000 © is a multipurpose strategic management tool. On just one A4 picture you have all the information you need as a CEO of a large and complex organization for the day to day navigation under all conditions. How are we performing compared to our competitors? Strong and weak positions? What is our biggets problem at the moment? Where shall we go from here? Why? How? … etc. etc.

 

Please contact hansbrunolund@hotmail.com for a free copy of

Survivor 2000 ©.

 

Literature:

 

Lund, Hans Bruno

Produktudvikling

Litt.Henvisninger til 80

videnskabelige arbejder

15 pages

Hans Bruno Lund

Hjortekær

1986

 

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01.5 The Confederation of Danish Industries

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1984 – 1986 (2 years):

Chief Adviser Research & Education Politics to the Danish Government and Parliament.

The Confederation of Danish Industries - Industrirådet (Denmark).

 

Committees (C): Confederation of Danish Industries (CDI), Danish Export Association and Danish Commercial Travellers Association C on export education. Ministry of Education (ME) C on job creation programmes. CDI and Danish Employers Confederation (DEC) C on human resources development. ME C on the labour market for candidates with higher education. The Danish Export School C on capacity extension. Ministry of Industry technology development programme C. DEC C on commercial education. ME and Ministry of Labour analysis and forecast C. CDI advisory C on higher education. ME C on promoting young industries. ME C on technology education. ME C on jurisprudence. ME C on export engineering education. ME C on high school subjects in economics and business administration. ME C on high school subjects in technology. CDI education committees related to: The Copenhagen Business School; The Copenhagen School for Laboratory Assistants and Technicians; Copenhagen, Århus and Odense universities.

 

Among the initiatives in this period was the concept / project "The Fifth Competence", which created more than 5.000 new jobs in the Danish industry for until then unemployed university candidates with for the industry untraditional educations / competences e.g. school teachers and librarians.

 

Literature:

 

Uddannelse og efteruddannelse - industriens behov:

resultater fra et rundspørge i industrien, maj 1984

Industrirådet

1984

 

Mangel på eksportfolk

Dansk Industri

1984, nr.9

 

Vi mangler eksportfolk

Sælgeren

11, 1984

 

Knud Larsen - udvalgets

Handlingsplan

for bedre balance på de langvarigt uddannedes arbejdsmarked

Undervisningsministeriet

1985

 

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01.6 De Carlske Fabriker (DCF) (2)

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1968 – 1984 (16 years):

Director

De Carlske Fabriker Brdr. S. & B. Lund (Denmark); see below

 

Also parttime adviser on Education Management to among others the Danish Ministry of Education and the Council of Europe.

 

Literature:

 

Selskabet for Tekniske Uddannelsesspørgsmål STUS

Planlægning og styring af undervisning og uddannelse

(Education Management)

93 pages

Teknisk Forlag

Copenhagen

1971

 

Schlüssel zur Produktentwicklung

VDI-Nachrichten

Düsseldorf

8, 1973

 

Lund, Hans Bruno

Organisation

108 pages

Studentlitteratur

Lund, Sweden

1981

 

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01.7 De Carlske Fabriker (DCF) (1)

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1957 – 1968 (11 years):

Production Manager and Chief Chemist

De Carlske Fabriker Brdr. S. & B. Lund (Denmark).

 

DCF was established in 1916. Main products: Wall paper paste (Arabin and Favorit) and industrial adhesives for the following areas and industries: Agriculture; food and beverages; paper and paper products; printing and publishing and foundries. Partner company: Starch Products Ltd., Slough, England. Export: Western Europe, Eastern Europe, Middle East. Responsibility areas: Production, product development, quality management and industrial customers.

 

DCF was the first Gluemanufacturer in Europe (1957-62) to remove and replace all product components which might influence the human health or the environment in a negative way.

 

Harmless salts replaced chromium components, gum arabic replaced plumbum compositions and cellulose fibers were used instread of asbestos just to mention a few examples.

 

This was long before any laws concerning these subjects were effective.

 

Another milestone in this period was the creation of The Maximum Value Method (MVM) which ment a completely new approach to product development methodology (see next section). New products developed using MVM had a Complaint-Index (the amount of customer complaints per 100.000 produced units) being only 1% of the market average for customer complaints for compareable products.

 

The new developed products using MVM had another feature. Normally one or more characteristics of a new-introduced product has to be adjusted and improved after some months on the market. This was never the case when MVM was used as the product development tool. MVM-products were from the very beginning of their lifecircles optimal answers to the expectations of the market.

 

A reason for the above mentioned achievements through MVM was without any doubt, that there was established a very close cooperation between our laboratory and 1 - 3 customers (users of the product to be developed) and from the first day of the product development process.

 

Literature:

 

Nyt byggemateriale der har utraditionelle egenskaber

Bygge Fagene

27, 1965

 

Baumaterial mit untraditionellen Eigenschaften

Bau-Markt

Düsseldorf

35, 1965

 

Ein neues Baumaterial mit unkonventionellen Eigenschaften

Bau-Industrie

Wien

9, 1965

 

Lund, Hans Bruno

The Maximum Value Method (MVM) in Chemical Product Development

Chemical Age of India

Vol. 18 No. 2, pp. 117-128

1967

 

Systematisk produktudvikling

Ingeniøren

Årg. 76 (1967) S. 229-32

 

Blev værdianalysen opfundet bag Valby Bakke i året 1957?

Ingeniørens Ugeblad

Ugens samtale

5, 1969

 

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02 Doctoral Degree

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1971 – 1976 (6 years):

Lund University

Mechanical Engineering Department - Machinery Construction -

Product Development Section.

 

Parttime employed at Lund University 1971 - 1976. Doctoral degree: Tekn.Dr. (equivalent to German Dr.-Ing.hab.) 1976.

 

Dissertation:

 

Lund, Hans Bruno

Maksimal Værdi Metoden (MVM)

(The Maximum Value Method)

283 pages

summary in Swedish, English and German

publisher: Studentlitteratur

Lund, Sweden

1976

 

Additional papers:

 

Lund, Hans Bruno

MVM-01, MVM-02, ... , MVM-21

607 pages

Lund University

Institutionen för Maskinkonstruktion

1972-75

 

Further Literature:

 

Lund, Hans Bruno

Maksimal Værdi Metoden

Lederskab og Lønsomhed

Management Center Lederskab & Lønsomhed

Copenhagen

7 og 8, 1977 – 1 og 2, 1978

 

Lund, Hans Bruno

Maximalvärdemetoden

Ledarskap och Lönsamhet

Institutet för Ledarskap och Lönsamhet

Stockholm

7 och 8, 1977 – 1 och 2, 1978

 

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03 Education

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1954 – 1957 (4 years):

Studies in Germany:

 

Basic education in analytical chemistry at Institut Fresenius, Wiesbaden (now Hochschule Fresenius, Idstein) 1954-55; basic education in industrial chemistry at Institut Dr. Curtaz, Frankfurt a.M. 1955-56; Wirtschaftsgeschichte und Finanzmathematik at Johann Wolfgang Goethe Universität, Frankfurt a.M. 1955-56; REFA-Grundlehrgang für Arbeitsstudien, Verband für Arbeitsstudien REFA E.V., München 1956-57; Wirtschaftsingenieurwesen at Oskar-von-Miller-Polytechnikum, München (now Hochschule München) 1956-57.

 

Exam. ChemieLaborant, Frankfurt a.M., 1955

Exam. Arbeits- und Zeitstudientechniker, München, 1957

Dipl.-Ing. (FH), WirtschaftsIngenieur (Chemie), München, 1957

 

Studies and lectures after Germany included:

 

Industrial Organization (Dipl.f.D.L.) and [Operations Research (OR) with support from and in cooperation with Case Institute of Technology, Cleveland OH], Copenhagen, (parttime), 1957 - 1959; guest lectures on OR Optimizing Models at Københavns Maskinteknikum (now Copenhagen University College of Engineering), 1958.

 

Information Technology

Courses and Practice:

 

1999

Copenhagen Business College

Niels Brock:

PcUser

 

1999

Copenhagen Business College

Niels Brock:

European Computer Driving Licence (ECDL)

 

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04 Military

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1952 - 1954 (2 years):

Military service with The Royal Danish Life Guard (private

squad leader).

 

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05 School and trainee

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Realeksamen, Østersøgades Gymnasium, Copenhagen, 1949.

Trainee 1950 - 1951.

 

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06 Social activities

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Parish Council and Lector Sct. Andreas Church, Charlottenlund, Denmark (member); Pater Johannes Leppich Action 365, Denmark (chairman); Council of The Diocese of Copenhagen (first substitute); The Danish Boy Scout Organization: Group Council “Græsserne” (chairman); Division Council “Hertug Knuds Division" (chairman); Region Council Copenhagen Region (member); Corps Council Denmark (member); The Danish Girl Scout Organization: Corps Council Denmark (member); Parish Council Sct. Knud Lavard Church, Lyngby, Denmark (member); others.

 

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07 Memberships

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Verein Deutscher Ingenieure (VDI), Düsseldorf; Danish Management Association, Copenhagen; Verein der Wirtschaftsingenieure, Munich; The Society of Chemical Industry (SCI), London; SCI Paper and Textile Chemicals Group; SCI Plastics and Polymer Group; The Society of Technical Education (STUS), Copenhagen; Skandinavisk Förening för Värdeanalys, Stockholm; The Pedagogical Society, Copenhagen; VDI-Gesellschaft Entwicklung Konstruktion Vertrieb (VDI-EKV), Düsseldorf; SCI Colloid and Surface Chemistry Group, London; SCI Management Group; The Danish Society of Chemical, Civil, Electrical, and Mechanical Engineers (DIF), Copenhagen; DIF Chemical Engineers Group; DIF Management Group; DIF Data; Gesellschaft für Technische Biologie und Bionik e.V., Saarbrücken; IDA., Copenhagen; VDI-Gesellschaft Verfahrenstechnik und Chemieingenieurwesen, Düsseldorf; Gesellschaft Deutscher Chemiker, Frankfurt a.M.

 

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08 Interests

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Sailing, Skiing, Travelling, History (Business and Chemistry)

 

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09 Biographies

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The Royal Library Portrait Collection, Copenhagen; Marquis Who’s Who in the World; Marquis Who’s Who on the Web; Men of Achievement; International Businessmens Who’s Who; Danske civil- og akademiingeniører; Profiler i Dansk Erhvervsliv; De danske malererhverv.

 

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The Al-Rifa'i Mosque (Arabic: مسجد الرفاعى‎, transliterated also as Al-Rifai, Al-Refai, Al-Refa'i, and named in English the Royal Mosque), is located in Cairo, Egypt, in Midan al-Qal'a, adjacent to the Cairo Citadel. The building is located opposite the Madrassa of Sultan Hassan, which dates from around 1361, and was architecturally conceived as a complement to the older structure. This was part of a vast campaign by the 19th century rulers of Egypt to both associate themselves with the perceived glory of earlier periods in Egypt's Islamic history and modernize the city. The mosque was constructed next to two large public squares and off of several European style boulevards constructed around the same time.

 

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Domnu is the mother of all those who deal with magic and witchcraft. This is the story of her birth and of her terrible ending. It is our mission, her daughters and sons, to know it and to live the hope it carries. To tell the story and to remember it means to keep our mother and the magic, alive in the world.

 

Many worlds ago Domnu was born.

She was born underwater, beneath the blessed land called Naga-mu.

She rose from the depth and from the blessed land, and gathered herself a body from water and from earth. From fire and from wind. She was the great mother of magic.

Her rounded body was glorified with tremendous roots that seeped into the earth's futures and pasts. On her head two horns were swirling, burning with the wisdom of the womb of the first mother.

Her magnificent breasts that poured endlessly from her nipples rivers of lava – liquid fire. And if the lava fell on the earth, it instantly turned into a group of butterflies who's colors made even the sky rainbow feel faded and dull. And if the lava fell on water, it instantly turned to songs, magic spells, and ancient stories from the old world. And the winds would then carry those magical words and spread them in the world. And those they especially liked, they carved on rocks on mountain sides and on crevices of dying streams

 

She was the mother of all the magic in the world, and gave birth to it constantly. She was always fertile and needed nothing to get pregnant and give birth. Her blessed womb, her endless cauldron of potions and witchcraft constantly birthed her children.

Each one of her children was different.

 

Never two alike were born,

Rainbow scales snake with green feathered wings

A huge water reptile surrounded with lightings and singing thunders.

Giants, Refas, tiny sparks with messy hair, lizards breathing fire in colors that do not exist, and many many more Domnu gave birth to in our world.

  

Her words trembled mountains, and had the power of thousand thunders and blowing sun. Her singing was the sound of flute in the wind with shining golden strings.

Domnu and her children filled the land with magic.

And harmony dwelled among them. Creation and destruction lived side by side, in peace.

And the people were taught how to harvest the magic those children filled in the sand, the water, the plants and the stars, and how to invite harmony into their lives as well.

And each one was different and unique, and the world was abounded with colors and full of sounds and smells, and gave birth to a new world, with every sunrise.

  

But the wheel of time is turning, and the beginning of a new world came one morning that was filled with light…and horrors.

No one would remember where the murderers came from so their origin has no place in our stories.

One day will come and they will vanish from our memories forever and we can all take a breath of relief.

 

They came in ships he sailed in the skies, and on their bows agape monsters made of iron and wood and stone! On their masts blew their pale flags – white they were as the face of the dead, as leprosy, as shrouds, as the end of their world.

And their sorcerers were carrying might powers, and their warriors had horrible weapons, filled with illuminated poison.

And in their back blew light.

So much light, oh mother, so much light!

And so strong and powerful!

  

And by the name of their terrible light they claimed the earth! All of it!

Who would think that earth can be claimed?

And by the name of light they demanded unity, and complete sameness in every way.

Everything and everyone must be light and if not – nothing.

Everyone must follow their complete way, that know nothing but one single utterly truth, and be light and purity.

And those who cannot, or will not, or those whose birth wasn’t bright enough – have no life anymore, and only one destiny awaits them – death.

  

Can a bird crawl?

Can a tree walk on water?

Domnu and her children are neither light nor unity. Each one is different, each has his own song, each has a way of their own, different shape, different destiny, and different place.

Colorful is the world, and not pale as death.

 

Indeed, the end of the world

The illuminators declared war and drew murder on their flags. With blood.

One by one they persuaded the sons of Domnu and one by one her daughters.

And those who never knew war, did not know the destiny it has for them.

The beautiful were murdered,

The giantesses were slaughtered,

The innocent were burned in agony,

The magical ones were viciously drowned.

  

And iron chains, smoked with poison grabbed the throats of the enchanted ones.

And spells of curses and death and light were spoken above the heads of the wonderful ones.

And white hot needles were into hearts.

And limbs were ripped be a blast.

And bodies were ripped with hammers of steel.

And plagues were cast upon babies.

And agony upon the invisible ones who turned visible by the light of the horrors.

And some, by the spells of light turned into silent stones, and some by the witchcraft of unity became trees of bones or springs, and some by the circles of enlighten incantations were crushed into thousands of glitters, becoming bodies floating on water

Stench of death oh mother, stench of nightmare over the world.

And the light, oh the light, so blinding, so cold, so cruel and ruthless

  

And then they turned to the mother of their enemies, to Domnu.

Not by war and battle they reached her, but with blinding lights and shines which she could not bare.

A creature of the depth she was, and not of brightness. Blinded her eyes, deafened her ears and then, by their power united, all of the illuminated sorceress shined light beams out of their bloody hands and they tied mother magic, wrapped her with the ropes of their horrible light so she could do nothing and by the mighty power of their illuminated sorcery they drowned her back in the depth of her own birth, and placed her, choked , beneath the earth of the sea, and buried her deep deep in the grave of death, sealed with words of oblivion.

And in order to make sure no one will ever try to rescue her, they dropped on her chamber of grave, transparent pointy towers of light to send malice, oblivion and confusion to anyone who might be brave enough to try.

  

BUT

The wheel of time is a serpent biting its own tail!

The day will come and we will once again enchant a world of color and beauty.

The day will come when the children of Domnu could once more leave their hiding and have no fear.

The seeds that were planted by Domnu, the light cannot take, and those we plant in people souls – light cannot destroy. Each seed awaits patiently its time, and then blossoms, and we shell blossom!

The serpent of time will once again open its eyes and celebrate the rebirth of Naga-mu and Domnu and all of our daughters in the future…and ours as well.

And until then – we live forever in the stories.

We live forever in the stories

We live forever in the stories.

   

سمو الأمير الحسين بن عبدالله الثاني، ولي العهد، يلتقي مساعد التدريس المهندس يوسف العكور والطالبين ليث البدور ومهند الرفاعي من جامعة الحسين التقنية الذين سجلوا براءة اختراع لتطوير نظام أمان للسيارات يقلل شدة الاصطدمات وآثارها الخطيرة

His Royal Highness Crown Prince Al Hussein bin Abdullah II meets with Teaching Assistant Yousef Al Oukour and students Laith Al Bdour and Mohannad Refa’e from Al Hussein Technical University, who have registered a patent for an automobile safety system

Domnu is the mother of all those who deal with magic and witchcraft. This is the story of her birth and of her terrible ending. It is our mission, her daughters and sons, to know it and to live the hope it carries. To tell the story and to remember it means to keep our mother and the magic, alive in the world.

 

Many worlds ago Domnu was born.

She was born underwater, beneath the blessed land called Naga-mu.

She rose from the depth and from the blessed land, and gathered herself a body from water and from earth. From fire and from wind. She was the great mother of magic.

Her rounded body was glorified with tremendous roots that seeped into the earth's futures and pasts. On her head two horns were swirling, burning with the wisdom of the womb of the first mother.

Her magnificent breasts that poured endlessly from her nipples rivers of lava – liquid fire. And if the lava fell on the earth, it instantly turned into a group of butterflies who's colors made even the sky rainbow feel faded and dull. And if the lava fell on water, it instantly turned to songs, magic spells, and ancient stories from the old world. And the winds would then carry those magical words and spread them in the world. And those they especially liked, they carved on rocks on mountain sides and on crevices of dying streams

 

She was the mother of all the magic in the world, and gave birth to it constantly. She was always fertile and needed nothing to get pregnant and give birth. Her blessed womb, her endless cauldron of potions and witchcraft constantly birthed her children.

Each one of her children was different.

 

Never two alike were born,

Rainbow scales snake with green feathered wings

A huge water reptile surrounded with lightings and singing thunders.

Giants, Refas, tiny sparks with messy hair, lizards breathing fire in colors that do not exist, and many many more Domnu gave birth to in our world.

  

Her words trembled mountains, and had the power of thousand thunders and blowing sun. Her singing was the sound of flute in the wind with shining golden strings.

Domnu and her children filled the land with magic.

And harmony dwelled among them. Creation and destruction lived side by side, in peace.

And the people were taught how to harvest the magic those children filled in the sand, the water, the plants and the stars, and how to invite harmony into their lives as well.

And each one was different and unique, and the world was abounded with colors and full of sounds and smells, and gave birth to a new world, with every sunrise.

  

But the wheel of time is turning, and the beginning of a new world came one morning that was filled with light…and horrors.

No one would remember where the murderers came from so their origin has no place in our stories.

One day will come and they will vanish from our memories forever and we can all take a breath of relief.

 

They came in ships he sailed in the skies, and on their bows agape monsters made of iron and wood and stone! On their masts blew their pale flags – white they were as the face of the dead, as leprosy, as shrouds, as the end of their world.

And their sorcerers were carrying might powers, and their warriors had horrible weapons, filled with illuminated poison.

And in their back blew light.

So much light, oh mother, so much light!

And so strong and powerful!

  

And by the name of their terrible light they claimed the earth! All of it!

Who would think that earth can be claimed?

And by the name of light they demanded unity, and complete sameness in every way.

Everything and everyone must be light and if not – nothing.

Everyone must follow their complete way, that know nothing but one single utterly truth, and be light and purity.

And those who cannot, or will not, or those whose birth wasn’t bright enough – have no life anymore, and only one destiny awaits them – death.

  

Can a bird crawl?

Can a tree walk on water?

Domnu and her children are neither light nor unity. Each one is different, each has his own song, each has a way of their own, different shape, different destiny, and different place.

Colorful is the world, and not pale as death.

 

Indeed, the end of the world

The illuminators declared war and drew murder on their flags. With blood.

One by one they persuaded the sons of Domnu and one by one her daughters.

And those who never knew war, did not know the destiny it has for them.

The beautiful were murdered,

The giantesses were slaughtered,

The innocent were burned in agony,

The magical ones were viciously drowned.

  

And iron chains, smoked with poison grabbed the throats of the enchanted ones.

And spells of curses and death and light were spoken above the heads of the wonderful ones.

And white hot needles were into hearts.

And limbs were ripped be a blast.

And bodies were ripped with hammers of steel.

And plagues were cast upon babies.

And agony upon the invisible ones who turned visible by the light of the horrors.

And some, by the spells of light turned into silent stones, and some by the witchcraft of unity became trees of bones or springs, and some by the circles of enlighten incantations were crushed into thousands of glitters, becoming bodies floating on water

Stench of death oh mother, stench of nightmare over the world.

And the light, oh the light, so blinding, so cold, so cruel and ruthless

  

And then they turned to the mother of their enemies, to Domnu.

Not by war and battle they reached her, but with blinding lights and shines which she could not bare.

A creature of the depth she was, and not of brightness. Blinded her eyes, deafened her ears and then, by their power united, all of the illuminated sorceress shined light beams out of their bloody hands and they tied mother magic, wrapped her with the ropes of their horrible light so she could do nothing and by the mighty power of their illuminated sorcery they drowned her back in the depth of her own birth, and placed her, choked , beneath the earth of the sea, and buried her deep deep in the grave of death, sealed with words of oblivion.

And in order to make sure no one will ever try to rescue her, they dropped on her chamber of grave, transparent pointy towers of light to send malice, oblivion and confusion to anyone who might be brave enough to try.

  

BUT

The wheel of time is a serpent biting its own tail!

The day will come and we will once again enchant a world of color and beauty.

The day will come when the children of Domnu could once more leave their hiding and have no fear.

The seeds that were planted by Domnu, the light cannot take, and those we plant in people souls – light cannot destroy. Each seed awaits patiently its time, and then blossoms, and we shell blossom!

The serpent of time will once again open its eyes and celebrate the rebirth of Naga-mu and Domnu and all of our daughters in the future…and ours as well.

And until then – we live forever in the stories.

We live forever in the stories

We live forever in the stories.

   

Domnu is the mother of all those who deal with magic and witchcraft. This is the story of her birth and of her terrible ending. It is our mission, her daughters and sons, to know it and to live the hope it carries. To tell the story and to remember it means to keep our mother and the magic, alive in the world.

 

Many worlds ago Domnu was born.

She was born underwater, beneath the blessed land called Naga-mu.

She rose from the depth and from the blessed land, and gathered herself a body from water and from earth. From fire and from wind. She was the great mother of magic.

Her rounded body was glorified with tremendous roots that seeped into the earth's futures and pasts. On her head two horns were swirling, burning with the wisdom of the womb of the first mother.

Her magnificent breasts that poured endlessly from her nipples rivers of lava – liquid fire. And if the lava fell on the earth, it instantly turned into a group of butterflies who's colors made even the sky rainbow feel faded and dull. And if the lava fell on water, it instantly turned to songs, magic spells, and ancient stories from the old world. And the winds would then carry those magical words and spread them in the world. And those they especially liked, they carved on rocks on mountain sides and on crevices of dying streams

 

She was the mother of all the magic in the world, and gave birth to it constantly. She was always fertile and needed nothing to get pregnant and give birth. Her blessed womb, her endless cauldron of potions and witchcraft constantly birthed her children.

Each one of her children was different.

 

Never two alike were born,

Rainbow scales snake with green feathered wings

A huge water reptile surrounded with lightings and singing thunders.

Giants, Refas, tiny sparks with messy hair, lizards breathing fire in colors that do not exist, and many many more Domnu gave birth to in our world.

  

Her words trembled mountains, and had the power of thousand thunders and blowing sun. Her singing was the sound of flute in the wind with shining golden strings.

Domnu and her children filled the land with magic.

And harmony dwelled among them. Creation and destruction lived side by side, in peace.

And the people were taught how to harvest the magic those children filled in the sand, the water, the plants and the stars, and how to invite harmony into their lives as well.

And each one was different and unique, and the world was abounded with colors and full of sounds and smells, and gave birth to a new world, with every sunrise.

  

But the wheel of time is turning, and the beginning of a new world came one morning that was filled with light…and horrors.

No one would remember where the murderers came from so their origin has no place in our stories.

One day will come and they will vanish from our memories forever and we can all take a breath of relief.

 

They came in ships he sailed in the skies, and on their bows agape monsters made of iron and wood and stone! On their masts blew their pale flags – white they were as the face of the dead, as leprosy, as shrouds, as the end of their world.

And their sorcerers were carrying might powers, and their warriors had horrible weapons, filled with illuminated poison.

And in their back blew light.

So much light, oh mother, so much light!

And so strong and powerful!

  

And by the name of their terrible light they claimed the earth! All of it!

Who would think that earth can be claimed?

And by the name of light they demanded unity, and complete sameness in every way.

Everything and everyone must be light and if not – nothing.

Everyone must follow their complete way, that know nothing but one single utterly truth, and be light and purity.

And those who cannot, or will not, or those whose birth wasn’t bright enough – have no life anymore, and only one destiny awaits them – death.

  

Can a bird crawl?

Can a tree walk on water?

Domnu and her children are neither light nor unity. Each one is different, each has his own song, each has a way of their own, different shape, different destiny, and different place.

Colorful is the world, and not pale as death.

 

Indeed, the end of the world

The illuminators declared war and drew murder on their flags. With blood.

One by one they persuaded the sons of Domnu and one by one her daughters.

And those who never knew war, did not know the destiny it has for them.

The beautiful were murdered,

The giantesses were slaughtered,

The innocent were burned in agony,

The magical ones were viciously drowned.

  

And iron chains, smoked with poison grabbed the throats of the enchanted ones.

And spells of curses and death and light were spoken above the heads of the wonderful ones.

And white hot needles were into hearts.

And limbs were ripped be a blast.

And bodies were ripped with hammers of steel.

And plagues were cast upon babies.

And agony upon the invisible ones who turned visible by the light of the horrors.

And some, by the spells of light turned into silent stones, and some by the witchcraft of unity became trees of bones or springs, and some by the circles of enlighten incantations were crushed into thousands of glitters, becoming bodies floating on water

Stench of death oh mother, stench of nightmare over the world.

And the light, oh the light, so blinding, so cold, so cruel and ruthless

  

And then they turned to the mother of their enemies, to Domnu.

Not by war and battle they reached her, but with blinding lights and shines which she could not bare.

A creature of the depth she was, and not of brightness. Blinded her eyes, deafened her ears and then, by their power united, all of the illuminated sorceress shined light beams out of their bloody hands and they tied mother magic, wrapped her with the ropes of their horrible light so she could do nothing and by the mighty power of their illuminated sorcery they drowned her back in the depth of her own birth, and placed her, choked , beneath the earth of the sea, and buried her deep deep in the grave of death, sealed with words of oblivion.

And in order to make sure no one will ever try to rescue her, they dropped on her chamber of grave, transparent pointy towers of light to send malice, oblivion and confusion to anyone who might be brave enough to try.

  

BUT

The wheel of time is a serpent biting its own tail!

The day will come and we will once again enchant a world of color and beauty.

The day will come when the children of Domnu could once more leave their hiding and have no fear.

The seeds that were planted by Domnu, the light cannot take, and those we plant in people souls – light cannot destroy. Each seed awaits patiently its time, and then blossoms, and we shell blossom!

The serpent of time will once again open its eyes and celebrate the rebirth of Naga-mu and Domnu and all of our daughters in the future…and ours as well.

And until then – we live forever in the stories.

We live forever in the stories

We live forever in the stories.

   

Domnu is the mother of all those who deal with magic and witchcraft. This is the story of her birth and of her terrible ending. It is our mission, her daughters and sons, to know it and to live the hope it carries. To tell the story and to remember it means to keep our mother and the magic, alive in the world.

 

Many worlds ago Domnu was born.

She was born underwater, beneath the blessed land called Naga-mu.

She rose from the depth and from the blessed land, and gathered herself a body from water and from earth. From fire and from wind. She was the great mother of magic.

Her rounded body was glorified with tremendous roots that seeped into the earth's futures and pasts. On her head two horns were swirling, burning with the wisdom of the womb of the first mother.

Her magnificent breasts that poured endlessly from her nipples rivers of lava – liquid fire. And if the lava fell on the earth, it instantly turned into a group of butterflies who's colors made even the sky rainbow feel faded and dull. And if the lava fell on water, it instantly turned to songs, magic spells, and ancient stories from the old world. And the winds would then carry those magical words and spread them in the world. And those they especially liked, they carved on rocks on mountain sides and on crevices of dying streams

 

She was the mother of all the magic in the world, and gave birth to it constantly. She was always fertile and needed nothing to get pregnant and give birth. Her blessed womb, her endless cauldron of potions and witchcraft constantly birthed her children.

Each one of her children was different.

 

Never two alike were born,

Rainbow scales snake with green feathered wings

A huge water reptile surrounded with lightings and singing thunders.

Giants, Refas, tiny sparks with messy hair, lizards breathing fire in colors that do not exist, and many many more Domnu gave birth to in our world.

  

Her words trembled mountains, and had the power of thousand thunders and blowing sun. Her singing was the sound of flute in the wind with shining golden strings.

Domnu and her children filled the land with magic.

And harmony dwelled among them. Creation and destruction lived side by side, in peace.

And the people were taught how to harvest the magic those children filled in the sand, the water, the plants and the stars, and how to invite harmony into their lives as well.

And each one was different and unique, and the world was abounded with colors and full of sounds and smells, and gave birth to a new world, with every sunrise.

  

But the wheel of time is turning, and the beginning of a new world came one morning that was filled with light…and horrors.

No one would remember where the murderers came from so their origin has no place in our stories.

One day will come and they will vanish from our memories forever and we can all take a breath of relief.

 

They came in ships he sailed in the skies, and on their bows agape monsters made of iron and wood and stone! On their masts blew their pale flags – white they were as the face of the dead, as leprosy, as shrouds, as the end of their world.

And their sorcerers were carrying might powers, and their warriors had horrible weapons, filled with illuminated poison.

And in their back blew light.

So much light, oh mother, so much light!

And so strong and powerful!

  

And by the name of their terrible light they claimed the earth! All of it!

Who would think that earth can be claimed?

And by the name of light they demanded unity, and complete sameness in every way.

Everything and everyone must be light and if not – nothing.

Everyone must follow their complete way, that know nothing but one single utterly truth, and be light and purity.

And those who cannot, or will not, or those whose birth wasn’t bright enough – have no life anymore, and only one destiny awaits them – death.

  

Can a bird crawl?

Can a tree walk on water?

Domnu and her children are neither light nor unity. Each one is different, each has his own song, each has a way of their own, different shape, different destiny, and different place.

Colorful is the world, and not pale as death.

 

Indeed, the end of the world

The illuminators declared war and drew murder on their flags. With blood.

One by one they persuaded the sons of Domnu and one by one her daughters.

And those who never knew war, did not know the destiny it has for them.

The beautiful were murdered,

The giantesses were slaughtered,

The innocent were burned in agony,

The magical ones were viciously drowned.

  

And iron chains, smoked with poison grabbed the throats of the enchanted ones.

And spells of curses and death and light were spoken above the heads of the wonderful ones.

And white hot needles were into hearts.

And limbs were ripped be a blast.

And bodies were ripped with hammers of steel.

And plagues were cast upon babies.

And agony upon the invisible ones who turned visible by the light of the horrors.

And some, by the spells of light turned into silent stones, and some by the witchcraft of unity became trees of bones or springs, and some by the circles of enlighten incantations were crushed into thousands of glitters, becoming bodies floating on water

Stench of death oh mother, stench of nightmare over the world.

And the light, oh the light, so blinding, so cold, so cruel and ruthless

  

And then they turned to the mother of their enemies, to Domnu.

Not by war and battle they reached her, but with blinding lights and shines which she could not bare.

A creature of the depth she was, and not of brightness. Blinded her eyes, deafened her ears and then, by their power united, all of the illuminated sorceress shined light beams out of their bloody hands and they tied mother magic, wrapped her with the ropes of their horrible light so she could do nothing and by the mighty power of their illuminated sorcery they drowned her back in the depth of her own birth, and placed her, choked , beneath the earth of the sea, and buried her deep deep in the grave of death, sealed with words of oblivion.

And in order to make sure no one will ever try to rescue her, they dropped on her chamber of grave, transparent pointy towers of light to send malice, oblivion and confusion to anyone who might be brave enough to try.

  

BUT

The wheel of time is a serpent biting its own tail!

The day will come and we will once again enchant a world of color and beauty.

The day will come when the children of Domnu could once more leave their hiding and have no fear.

The seeds that were planted by Domnu, the light cannot take, and those we plant in people souls – light cannot destroy. Each seed awaits patiently its time, and then blossoms, and we shell blossom!

The serpent of time will once again open its eyes and celebrate the rebirth of Naga-mu and Domnu and all of our daughters in the future…and ours as well.

And until then – we live forever in the stories.

We live forever in the stories

We live forever in the stories.

   

Domnu is the mother of all those who deal with magic and witchcraft. This is the story of her birth and of her terrible ending. It is our mission, her daughters and sons, to know it and to live the hope it carries. To tell the story and to remember it means to keep our mother and the magic, alive in the world.

 

Many worlds ago Domnu was born.

She was born underwater, beneath the blessed land called Naga-mu.

She rose from the depth and from the blessed land, and gathered herself a body from water and from earth. From fire and from wind. She was the great mother of magic.

Her rounded body was glorified with tremendous roots that seeped into the earth's futures and pasts. On her head two horns were swirling, burning with the wisdom of the womb of the first mother.

Her magnificent breasts that poured endlessly from her nipples rivers of lava – liquid fire. And if the lava fell on the earth, it instantly turned into a group of butterflies who's colors made even the sky rainbow feel faded and dull. And if the lava fell on water, it instantly turned to songs, magic spells, and ancient stories from the old world. And the winds would then carry those magical words and spread them in the world. And those they especially liked, they carved on rocks on mountain sides and on crevices of dying streams

 

She was the mother of all the magic in the world, and gave birth to it constantly. She was always fertile and needed nothing to get pregnant and give birth. Her blessed womb, her endless cauldron of potions and witchcraft constantly birthed her children.

Each one of her children was different.

 

Never two alike were born,

Rainbow scales snake with green feathered wings

A huge water reptile surrounded with lightings and singing thunders.

Giants, Refas, tiny sparks with messy hair, lizards breathing fire in colors that do not exist, and many many more Domnu gave birth to in our world.

  

Her words trembled mountains, and had the power of thousand thunders and blowing sun. Her singing was the sound of flute in the wind with shining golden strings.

Domnu and her children filled the land with magic.

And harmony dwelled among them. Creation and destruction lived side by side, in peace.

And the people were taught how to harvest the magic those children filled in the sand, the water, the plants and the stars, and how to invite harmony into their lives as well.

And each one was different and unique, and the world was abounded with colors and full of sounds and smells, and gave birth to a new world, with every sunrise.

  

But the wheel of time is turning, and the beginning of a new world came one morning that was filled with light…and horrors.

No one would remember where the murderers came from so their origin has no place in our stories.

One day will come and they will vanish from our memories forever and we can all take a breath of relief.

 

They came in ships he sailed in the skies, and on their bows agape monsters made of iron and wood and stone! On their masts blew their pale flags – white they were as the face of the dead, as leprosy, as shrouds, as the end of their world.

And their sorcerers were carrying might powers, and their warriors had horrible weapons, filled with illuminated poison.

And in their back blew light.

So much light, oh mother, so much light!

And so strong and powerful!

  

And by the name of their terrible light they claimed the earth! All of it!

Who would think that earth can be claimed?

And by the name of light they demanded unity, and complete sameness in every way.

Everything and everyone must be light and if not – nothing.

Everyone must follow their complete way, that know nothing but one single utterly truth, and be light and purity.

And those who cannot, or will not, or those whose birth wasn’t bright enough – have no life anymore, and only one destiny awaits them – death.

  

Can a bird crawl?

Can a tree walk on water?

Domnu and her children are neither light nor unity. Each one is different, each has his own song, each has a way of their own, different shape, different destiny, and different place.

Colorful is the world, and not pale as death.

 

Indeed, the end of the world

The illuminators declared war and drew murder on their flags. With blood.

One by one they persuaded the sons of Domnu and one by one her daughters.

And those who never knew war, did not know the destiny it has for them.

The beautiful were murdered,

The giantesses were slaughtered,

The innocent were burned in agony,

The magical ones were viciously drowned.

  

And iron chains, smoked with poison grabbed the throats of the enchanted ones.

And spells of curses and death and light were spoken above the heads of the wonderful ones.

And white hot needles were into hearts.

And limbs were ripped be a blast.

And bodies were ripped with hammers of steel.

And plagues were cast upon babies.

And agony upon the invisible ones who turned visible by the light of the horrors.

And some, by the spells of light turned into silent stones, and some by the witchcraft of unity became trees of bones or springs, and some by the circles of enlighten incantations were crushed into thousands of glitters, becoming bodies floating on water

Stench of death oh mother, stench of nightmare over the world.

And the light, oh the light, so blinding, so cold, so cruel and ruthless

  

And then they turned to the mother of their enemies, to Domnu.

Not by war and battle they reached her, but with blinding lights and shines which she could not bare.

A creature of the depth she was, and not of brightness. Blinded her eyes, deafened her ears and then, by their power united, all of the illuminated sorceress shined light beams out of their bloody hands and they tied mother magic, wrapped her with the ropes of their horrible light so she could do nothing and by the mighty power of their illuminated sorcery they drowned her back in the depth of her own birth, and placed her, choked , beneath the earth of the sea, and buried her deep deep in the grave of death, sealed with words of oblivion.

And in order to make sure no one will ever try to rescue her, they dropped on her chamber of grave, transparent pointy towers of light to send malice, oblivion and confusion to anyone who might be brave enough to try.

  

BUT

The wheel of time is a serpent biting its own tail!

The day will come and we will once again enchant a world of color and beauty.

The day will come when the children of Domnu could once more leave their hiding and have no fear.

The seeds that were planted by Domnu, the light cannot take, and those we plant in people souls – light cannot destroy. Each seed awaits patiently its time, and then blossoms, and we shell blossom!

The serpent of time will once again open its eyes and celebrate the rebirth of Naga-mu and Domnu and all of our daughters in the future…and ours as well.

And until then – we live forever in the stories.

We live forever in the stories

We live forever in the stories.

   

Domnu is the mother of all those who deal with magic and witchcraft. This is the story of her birth and of her terrible ending. It is our mission, her daughters and sons, to know it and to live the hope it carries. To tell the story and to remember it means to keep our mother and the magic, alive in the world.

 

Many worlds ago Domnu was born.

She was born underwater, beneath the blessed land called Naga-mu.

She rose from the depth and from the blessed land, and gathered herself a body from water and from earth. From fire and from wind. She was the great mother of magic.

Her rounded body was glorified with tremendous roots that seeped into the earth's futures and pasts. On her head two horns were swirling, burning with the wisdom of the womb of the first mother.

Her magnificent breasts that poured endlessly from her nipples rivers of lava – liquid fire. And if the lava fell on the earth, it instantly turned into a group of butterflies who's colors made even the sky rainbow feel faded and dull. And if the lava fell on water, it instantly turned to songs, magic spells, and ancient stories from the old world. And the winds would then carry those magical words and spread them in the world. And those they especially liked, they carved on rocks on mountain sides and on crevices of dying streams

 

She was the mother of all the magic in the world, and gave birth to it constantly. She was always fertile and needed nothing to get pregnant and give birth. Her blessed womb, her endless cauldron of potions and witchcraft constantly birthed her children.

Each one of her children was different.

 

Never two alike were born,

Rainbow scales snake with green feathered wings

A huge water reptile surrounded with lightings and singing thunders.

Giants, Refas, tiny sparks with messy hair, lizards breathing fire in colors that do not exist, and many many more Domnu gave birth to in our world.

  

Her words trembled mountains, and had the power of thousand thunders and blowing sun. Her singing was the sound of flute in the wind with shining golden strings.

Domnu and her children filled the land with magic.

And harmony dwelled among them. Creation and destruction lived side by side, in peace.

And the people were taught how to harvest the magic those children filled in the sand, the water, the plants and the stars, and how to invite harmony into their lives as well.

And each one was different and unique, and the world was abounded with colors and full of sounds and smells, and gave birth to a new world, with every sunrise.

  

But the wheel of time is turning, and the beginning of a new world came one morning that was filled with light…and horrors.

No one would remember where the murderers came from so their origin has no place in our stories.

One day will come and they will vanish from our memories forever and we can all take a breath of relief.

 

They came in ships he sailed in the skies, and on their bows agape monsters made of iron and wood and stone! On their masts blew their pale flags – white they were as the face of the dead, as leprosy, as shrouds, as the end of their world.

And their sorcerers were carrying might powers, and their warriors had horrible weapons, filled with illuminated poison.

And in their back blew light.

So much light, oh mother, so much light!

And so strong and powerful!

  

And by the name of their terrible light they claimed the earth! All of it!

Who would think that earth can be claimed?

And by the name of light they demanded unity, and complete sameness in every way.

Everything and everyone must be light and if not – nothing.

Everyone must follow their complete way, that know nothing but one single utterly truth, and be light and purity.

And those who cannot, or will not, or those whose birth wasn’t bright enough – have no life anymore, and only one destiny awaits them – death.

  

Can a bird crawl?

Can a tree walk on water?

Domnu and her children are neither light nor unity. Each one is different, each has his own song, each has a way of their own, different shape, different destiny, and different place.

Colorful is the world, and not pale as death.

 

Indeed, the end of the world

The illuminators declared war and drew murder on their flags. With blood.

One by one they persuaded the sons of Domnu and one by one her daughters.

And those who never knew war, did not know the destiny it has for them.

The beautiful were murdered,

The giantesses were slaughtered,

The innocent were burned in agony,

The magical ones were viciously drowned.

  

And iron chains, smoked with poison grabbed the throats of the enchanted ones.

And spells of curses and death and light were spoken above the heads of the wonderful ones.

And white hot needles were into hearts.

And limbs were ripped be a blast.

And bodies were ripped with hammers of steel.

And plagues were cast upon babies.

And agony upon the invisible ones who turned visible by the light of the horrors.

And some, by the spells of light turned into silent stones, and some by the witchcraft of unity became trees of bones or springs, and some by the circles of enlighten incantations were crushed into thousands of glitters, becoming bodies floating on water

Stench of death oh mother, stench of nightmare over the world.

And the light, oh the light, so blinding, so cold, so cruel and ruthless

  

And then they turned to the mother of their enemies, to Domnu.

Not by war and battle they reached her, but with blinding lights and shines which she could not bare.

A creature of the depth she was, and not of brightness. Blinded her eyes, deafened her ears and then, by their power united, all of the illuminated sorceress shined light beams out of their bloody hands and they tied mother magic, wrapped her with the ropes of their horrible light so she could do nothing and by the mighty power of their illuminated sorcery they drowned her back in the depth of her own birth, and placed her, choked , beneath the earth of the sea, and buried her deep deep in the grave of death, sealed with words of oblivion.

And in order to make sure no one will ever try to rescue her, they dropped on her chamber of grave, transparent pointy towers of light to send malice, oblivion and confusion to anyone who might be brave enough to try.

  

BUT

The wheel of time is a serpent biting its own tail!

The day will come and we will once again enchant a world of color and beauty.

The day will come when the children of Domnu could once more leave their hiding and have no fear.

The seeds that were planted by Domnu, the light cannot take, and those we plant in people souls – light cannot destroy. Each seed awaits patiently its time, and then blossoms, and we shell blossom!

The serpent of time will once again open its eyes and celebrate the rebirth of Naga-mu and Domnu and all of our daughters in the future…and ours as well.

And until then – we live forever in the stories.

We live forever in the stories

We live forever in the stories.

   

North London.

Domnu is the mother of all those who deal with magic and witchcraft. This is the story of her birth and of her terrible ending. It is our mission, her daughters and sons, to know it and to live the hope it carries. To tell the story and to remember it means to keep our mother and the magic, alive in the world.

 

Many worlds ago Domnu was born.

She was born underwater, beneath the blessed land called Naga-mu.

She rose from the depth and from the blessed land, and gathered herself a body from water and from earth. From fire and from wind. She was the great mother of magic.

Her rounded body was glorified with tremendous roots that seeped into the earth's futures and pasts. On her head two horns were swirling, burning with the wisdom of the womb of the first mother.

Her magnificent breasts that poured endlessly from her nipples rivers of lava – liquid fire. And if the lava fell on the earth, it instantly turned into a group of butterflies who's colors made even the sky rainbow feel faded and dull. And if the lava fell on water, it instantly turned to songs, magic spells, and ancient stories from the old world. And the winds would then carry those magical words and spread them in the world. And those they especially liked, they carved on rocks on mountain sides and on crevices of dying streams

 

She was the mother of all the magic in the world, and gave birth to it constantly. She was always fertile and needed nothing to get pregnant and give birth. Her blessed womb, her endless cauldron of potions and witchcraft constantly birthed her children.

Each one of her children was different.

 

Never two alike were born,

Rainbow scales snake with green feathered wings

A huge water reptile surrounded with lightings and singing thunders.

Giants, Refas, tiny sparks with messy hair, lizards breathing fire in colors that do not exist, and many many more Domnu gave birth to in our world.

  

Her words trembled mountains, and had the power of thousand thunders and blowing sun. Her singing was the sound of flute in the wind with shining golden strings.

Domnu and her children filled the land with magic.

And harmony dwelled among them. Creation and destruction lived side by side, in peace.

And the people were taught how to harvest the magic those children filled in the sand, the water, the plants and the stars, and how to invite harmony into their lives as well.

And each one was different and unique, and the world was abounded with colors and full of sounds and smells, and gave birth to a new world, with every sunrise.

  

But the wheel of time is turning, and the beginning of a new world came one morning that was filled with light…and horrors.

No one would remember where the murderers came from so their origin has no place in our stories.

One day will come and they will vanish from our memories forever and we can all take a breath of relief.

 

They came in ships he sailed in the skies, and on their bows agape monsters made of iron and wood and stone! On their masts blew their pale flags – white they were as the face of the dead, as leprosy, as shrouds, as the end of their world.

And their sorcerers were carrying might powers, and their warriors had horrible weapons, filled with illuminated poison.

And in their back blew light.

So much light, oh mother, so much light!

And so strong and powerful!

  

And by the name of their terrible light they claimed the earth! All of it!

Who would think that earth can be claimed?

And by the name of light they demanded unity, and complete sameness in every way.

Everything and everyone must be light and if not – nothing.

Everyone must follow their complete way, that know nothing but one single utterly truth, and be light and purity.

And those who cannot, or will not, or those whose birth wasn’t bright enough – have no life anymore, and only one destiny awaits them – death.

  

Can a bird crawl?

Can a tree walk on water?

Domnu and her children are neither light nor unity. Each one is different, each has his own song, each has a way of their own, different shape, different destiny, and different place.

Colorful is the world, and not pale as death.

 

Indeed, the end of the world

The illuminators declared war and drew murder on their flags. With blood.

One by one they persuaded the sons of Domnu and one by one her daughters.

And those who never knew war, did not know the destiny it has for them.

The beautiful were murdered,

The giantesses were slaughtered,

The innocent were burned in agony,

The magical ones were viciously drowned.

  

And iron chains, smoked with poison grabbed the throats of the enchanted ones.

And spells of curses and death and light were spoken above the heads of the wonderful ones.

And white hot needles were into hearts.

And limbs were ripped be a blast.

And bodies were ripped with hammers of steel.

And plagues were cast upon babies.

And agony upon the invisible ones who turned visible by the light of the horrors.

And some, by the spells of light turned into silent stones, and some by the witchcraft of unity became trees of bones or springs, and some by the circles of enlighten incantations were crushed into thousands of glitters, becoming bodies floating on water

Stench of death oh mother, stench of nightmare over the world.

And the light, oh the light, so blinding, so cold, so cruel and ruthless

  

And then they turned to the mother of their enemies, to Domnu.

Not by war and battle they reached her, but with blinding lights and shines which she could not bare.

A creature of the depth she was, and not of brightness. Blinded her eyes, deafened her ears and then, by their power united, all of the illuminated sorceress shined light beams out of their bloody hands and they tied mother magic, wrapped her with the ropes of their horrible light so she could do nothing and by the mighty power of their illuminated sorcery they drowned her back in the depth of her own birth, and placed her, choked , beneath the earth of the sea, and buried her deep deep in the grave of death, sealed with words of oblivion.

And in order to make sure no one will ever try to rescue her, they dropped on her chamber of grave, transparent pointy towers of light to send malice, oblivion and confusion to anyone who might be brave enough to try.

  

BUT

The wheel of time is a serpent biting its own tail!

The day will come and we will once again enchant a world of color and beauty.

The day will come when the children of Domnu could once more leave their hiding and have no fear.

The seeds that were planted by Domnu, the light cannot take, and those we plant in people souls – light cannot destroy. Each seed awaits patiently its time, and then blossoms, and we shell blossom!

The serpent of time will once again open its eyes and celebrate the rebirth of Naga-mu and Domnu and all of our daughters in the future…and ours as well.

And until then – we live forever in the stories.

We live forever in the stories

We live forever in the stories.

   

Domnu is the mother of all those who deal with magic and witchcraft. This is the story of her birth and of her terrible ending. It is our mission, her daughters and sons, to know it and to live the hope it carries. To tell the story and to remember it means to keep our mother and the magic, alive in the world.

 

Many worlds ago Domnu was born.

She was born underwater, beneath the blessed land called Naga-mu.

She rose from the depth and from the blessed land, and gathered herself a body from water and from earth. From fire and from wind. She was the great mother of magic.

Her rounded body was glorified with tremendous roots that seeped into the earth's futures and pasts. On her head two horns were swirling, burning with the wisdom of the womb of the first mother.

Her magnificent breasts that poured endlessly from her nipples rivers of lava – liquid fire. And if the lava fell on the earth, it instantly turned into a group of butterflies who's colors made even the sky rainbow feel faded and dull. And if the lava fell on water, it instantly turned to songs, magic spells, and ancient stories from the old world. And the winds would then carry those magical words and spread them in the world. And those they especially liked, they carved on rocks on mountain sides and on crevices of dying streams

 

She was the mother of all the magic in the world, and gave birth to it constantly. She was always fertile and needed nothing to get pregnant and give birth. Her blessed womb, her endless cauldron of potions and witchcraft constantly birthed her children.

Each one of her children was different.

 

Never two alike were born,

Rainbow scales snake with green feathered wings

A huge water reptile surrounded with lightings and singing thunders.

Giants, Refas, tiny sparks with messy hair, lizards breathing fire in colors that do not exist, and many many more Domnu gave birth to in our world.

  

Her words trembled mountains, and had the power of thousand thunders and blowing sun. Her singing was the sound of flute in the wind with shining golden strings.

Domnu and her children filled the land with magic.

And harmony dwelled among them. Creation and destruction lived side by side, in peace.

And the people were taught how to harvest the magic those children filled in the sand, the water, the plants and the stars, and how to invite harmony into their lives as well.

And each one was different and unique, and the world was abounded with colors and full of sounds and smells, and gave birth to a new world, with every sunrise.

  

But the wheel of time is turning, and the beginning of a new world came one morning that was filled with light…and horrors.

No one would remember where the murderers came from so their origin has no place in our stories.

One day will come and they will vanish from our memories forever and we can all take a breath of relief.

 

They came in ships he sailed in the skies, and on their bows agape monsters made of iron and wood and stone! On their masts blew their pale flags – white they were as the face of the dead, as leprosy, as shrouds, as the end of their world.

And their sorcerers were carrying might powers, and their warriors had horrible weapons, filled with illuminated poison.

And in their back blew light.

So much light, oh mother, so much light!

And so strong and powerful!

  

And by the name of their terrible light they claimed the earth! All of it!

Who would think that earth can be claimed?

And by the name of light they demanded unity, and complete sameness in every way.

Everything and everyone must be light and if not – nothing.

Everyone must follow their complete way, that know nothing but one single utterly truth, and be light and purity.

And those who cannot, or will not, or those whose birth wasn’t bright enough – have no life anymore, and only one destiny awaits them – death.

  

Can a bird crawl?

Can a tree walk on water?

Domnu and her children are neither light nor unity. Each one is different, each has his own song, each has a way of their own, different shape, different destiny, and different place.

Colorful is the world, and not pale as death.

 

Indeed, the end of the world

The illuminators declared war and drew murder on their flags. With blood.

One by one they persuaded the sons of Domnu and one by one her daughters.

And those who never knew war, did not know the destiny it has for them.

The beautiful were murdered,

The giantesses were slaughtered,

The innocent were burned in agony,

The magical ones were viciously drowned.

  

And iron chains, smoked with poison grabbed the throats of the enchanted ones.

And spells of curses and death and light were spoken above the heads of the wonderful ones.

And white hot needles were into hearts.

And limbs were ripped be a blast.

And bodies were ripped with hammers of steel.

And plagues were cast upon babies.

And agony upon the invisible ones who turned visible by the light of the horrors.

And some, by the spells of light turned into silent stones, and some by the witchcraft of unity became trees of bones or springs, and some by the circles of enlighten incantations were crushed into thousands of glitters, becoming bodies floating on water

Stench of death oh mother, stench of nightmare over the world.

And the light, oh the light, so blinding, so cold, so cruel and ruthless

  

And then they turned to the mother of their enemies, to Domnu.

Not by war and battle they reached her, but with blinding lights and shines which she could not bare.

A creature of the depth she was, and not of brightness. Blinded her eyes, deafened her ears and then, by their power united, all of the illuminated sorceress shined light beams out of their bloody hands and they tied mother magic, wrapped her with the ropes of their horrible light so she could do nothing and by the mighty power of their illuminated sorcery they drowned her back in the depth of her own birth, and placed her, choked , beneath the earth of the sea, and buried her deep deep in the grave of death, sealed with words of oblivion.

And in order to make sure no one will ever try to rescue her, they dropped on her chamber of grave, transparent pointy towers of light to send malice, oblivion and confusion to anyone who might be brave enough to try.

  

BUT

The wheel of time is a serpent biting its own tail!

The day will come and we will once again enchant a world of color and beauty.

The day will come when the children of Domnu could once more leave their hiding and have no fear.

The seeds that were planted by Domnu, the light cannot take, and those we plant in people souls – light cannot destroy. Each seed awaits patiently its time, and then blossoms, and we shell blossom!

The serpent of time will once again open its eyes and celebrate the rebirth of Naga-mu and Domnu and all of our daughters in the future…and ours as well.

And until then – we live forever in the stories.

We live forever in the stories

We live forever in the stories.

   

Domnu is the mother of all those who deal with magic and witchcraft. This is the story of her birth and of her terrible ending. It is our mission, her daughters and sons, to know it and to live the hope it carries. To tell the story and to remember it means to keep our mother and the magic, alive in the world.

 

Many worlds ago Domnu was born.

She was born underwater, beneath the blessed land called Naga-mu.

She rose from the depth and from the blessed land, and gathered herself a body from water and from earth. From fire and from wind. She was the great mother of magic.

Her rounded body was glorified with tremendous roots that seeped into the earth's futures and pasts. On her head two horns were swirling, burning with the wisdom of the womb of the first mother.

Her magnificent breasts that poured endlessly from her nipples rivers of lava – liquid fire. And if the lava fell on the earth, it instantly turned into a group of butterflies who's colors made even the sky rainbow feel faded and dull. And if the lava fell on water, it instantly turned to songs, magic spells, and ancient stories from the old world. And the winds would then carry those magical words and spread them in the world. And those they especially liked, they carved on rocks on mountain sides and on crevices of dying streams

 

She was the mother of all the magic in the world, and gave birth to it constantly. She was always fertile and needed nothing to get pregnant and give birth. Her blessed womb, her endless cauldron of potions and witchcraft constantly birthed her children.

Each one of her children was different.

 

Never two alike were born,

Rainbow scales snake with green feathered wings

A huge water reptile surrounded with lightings and singing thunders.

Giants, Refas, tiny sparks with messy hair, lizards breathing fire in colors that do not exist, and many many more Domnu gave birth to in our world.

  

Her words trembled mountains, and had the power of thousand thunders and blowing sun. Her singing was the sound of flute in the wind with shining golden strings.

Domnu and her children filled the land with magic.

And harmony dwelled among them. Creation and destruction lived side by side, in peace.

And the people were taught how to harvest the magic those children filled in the sand, the water, the plants and the stars, and how to invite harmony into their lives as well.

And each one was different and unique, and the world was abounded with colors and full of sounds and smells, and gave birth to a new world, with every sunrise.

  

But the wheel of time is turning, and the beginning of a new world came one morning that was filled with light…and horrors.

No one would remember where the murderers came from so their origin has no place in our stories.

One day will come and they will vanish from our memories forever and we can all take a breath of relief.

 

They came in ships he sailed in the skies, and on their bows agape monsters made of iron and wood and stone! On their masts blew their pale flags – white they were as the face of the dead, as leprosy, as shrouds, as the end of their world.

And their sorcerers were carrying might powers, and their warriors had horrible weapons, filled with illuminated poison.

And in their back blew light.

So much light, oh mother, so much light!

And so strong and powerful!

  

And by the name of their terrible light they claimed the earth! All of it!

Who would think that earth can be claimed?

And by the name of light they demanded unity, and complete sameness in every way.

Everything and everyone must be light and if not – nothing.

Everyone must follow their complete way, that know nothing but one single utterly truth, and be light and purity.

And those who cannot, or will not, or those whose birth wasn’t bright enough – have no life anymore, and only one destiny awaits them – death.

  

Can a bird crawl?

Can a tree walk on water?

Domnu and her children are neither light nor unity. Each one is different, each has his own song, each has a way of their own, different shape, different destiny, and different place.

Colorful is the world, and not pale as death.

 

Indeed, the end of the world

The illuminators declared war and drew murder on their flags. With blood.

One by one they persuaded the sons of Domnu and one by one her daughters.

And those who never knew war, did not know the destiny it has for them.

The beautiful were murdered,

The giantesses were slaughtered,

The innocent were burned in agony,

The magical ones were viciously drowned.

  

And iron chains, smoked with poison grabbed the throats of the enchanted ones.

And spells of curses and death and light were spoken above the heads of the wonderful ones.

And white hot needles were into hearts.

And limbs were ripped be a blast.

And bodies were ripped with hammers of steel.

And plagues were cast upon babies.

And agony upon the invisible ones who turned visible by the light of the horrors.

And some, by the spells of light turned into silent stones, and some by the witchcraft of unity became trees of bones or springs, and some by the circles of enlighten incantations were crushed into thousands of glitters, becoming bodies floating on water

Stench of death oh mother, stench of nightmare over the world.

And the light, oh the light, so blinding, so cold, so cruel and ruthless

  

And then they turned to the mother of their enemies, to Domnu.

Not by war and battle they reached her, but with blinding lights and shines which she could not bare.

A creature of the depth she was, and not of brightness. Blinded her eyes, deafened her ears and then, by their power united, all of the illuminated sorceress shined light beams out of their bloody hands and they tied mother magic, wrapped her with the ropes of their horrible light so she could do nothing and by the mighty power of their illuminated sorcery they drowned her back in the depth of her own birth, and placed her, choked , beneath the earth of the sea, and buried her deep deep in the grave of death, sealed with words of oblivion.

And in order to make sure no one will ever try to rescue her, they dropped on her chamber of grave, transparent pointy towers of light to send malice, oblivion and confusion to anyone who might be brave enough to try.

  

BUT

The wheel of time is a serpent biting its own tail!

The day will come and we will once again enchant a world of color and beauty.

The day will come when the children of Domnu could once more leave their hiding and have no fear.

The seeds that were planted by Domnu, the light cannot take, and those we plant in people souls – light cannot destroy. Each seed awaits patiently its time, and then blossoms, and we shell blossom!

The serpent of time will once again open its eyes and celebrate the rebirth of Naga-mu and Domnu and all of our daughters in the future…and ours as well.

And until then – we live forever in the stories.

We live forever in the stories

We live forever in the stories.

   

Domnu is the mother of all those who deal with magic and witchcraft. This is the story of her birth and of her terrible ending. It is our mission, her daughters and sons, to know it and to live the hope it carries. To tell the story and to remember it means to keep our mother and the magic, alive in the world.

 

Many worlds ago Domnu was born.

She was born underwater, beneath the blessed land called Naga-mu.

She rose from the depth and from the blessed land, and gathered herself a body from water and from earth. From fire and from wind. She was the great mother of magic.

Her rounded body was glorified with tremendous roots that seeped into the earth's futures and pasts. On her head two horns were swirling, burning with the wisdom of the womb of the first mother.

Her magnificent breasts that poured endlessly from her nipples rivers of lava – liquid fire. And if the lava fell on the earth, it instantly turned into a group of butterflies who's colors made even the sky rainbow feel faded and dull. And if the lava fell on water, it instantly turned to songs, magic spells, and ancient stories from the old world. And the winds would then carry those magical words and spread them in the world. And those they especially liked, they carved on rocks on mountain sides and on crevices of dying streams

 

She was the mother of all the magic in the world, and gave birth to it constantly. She was always fertile and needed nothing to get pregnant and give birth. Her blessed womb, her endless cauldron of potions and witchcraft constantly birthed her children.

Each one of her children was different.

 

Never two alike were born,

Rainbow scales snake with green feathered wings

A huge water reptile surrounded with lightings and singing thunders.

Giants, Refas, tiny sparks with messy hair, lizards breathing fire in colors that do not exist, and many many more Domnu gave birth to in our world.

  

Her words trembled mountains, and had the power of thousand thunders and blowing sun. Her singing was the sound of flute in the wind with shining golden strings.

Domnu and her children filled the land with magic.

And harmony dwelled among them. Creation and destruction lived side by side, in peace.

And the people were taught how to harvest the magic those children filled in the sand, the water, the plants and the stars, and how to invite harmony into their lives as well.

And each one was different and unique, and the world was abounded with colors and full of sounds and smells, and gave birth to a new world, with every sunrise.

  

But the wheel of time is turning, and the beginning of a new world came one morning that was filled with light…and horrors.

No one would remember where the murderers came from so their origin has no place in our stories.

One day will come and they will vanish from our memories forever and we can all take a breath of relief.

 

They came in ships he sailed in the skies, and on their bows agape monsters made of iron and wood and stone! On their masts blew their pale flags – white they were as the face of the dead, as leprosy, as shrouds, as the end of their world.

And their sorcerers were carrying might powers, and their warriors had horrible weapons, filled with illuminated poison.

And in their back blew light.

So much light, oh mother, so much light!

And so strong and powerful!

  

And by the name of their terrible light they claimed the earth! All of it!

Who would think that earth can be claimed?

And by the name of light they demanded unity, and complete sameness in every way.

Everything and everyone must be light and if not – nothing.

Everyone must follow their complete way, that know nothing but one single utterly truth, and be light and purity.

And those who cannot, or will not, or those whose birth wasn’t bright enough – have no life anymore, and only one destiny awaits them – death.

  

Can a bird crawl?

Can a tree walk on water?

Domnu and her children are neither light nor unity. Each one is different, each has his own song, each has a way of their own, different shape, different destiny, and different place.

Colorful is the world, and not pale as death.

 

Indeed, the end of the world

The illuminators declared war and drew murder on their flags. With blood.

One by one they persuaded the sons of Domnu and one by one her daughters.

And those who never knew war, did not know the destiny it has for them.

The beautiful were murdered,

The giantesses were slaughtered,

The innocent were burned in agony,

The magical ones were viciously drowned.

  

And iron chains, smoked with poison grabbed the throats of the enchanted ones.

And spells of curses and death and light were spoken above the heads of the wonderful ones.

And white hot needles were into hearts.

And limbs were ripped be a blast.

And bodies were ripped with hammers of steel.

And plagues were cast upon babies.

And agony upon the invisible ones who turned visible by the light of the horrors.

And some, by the spells of light turned into silent stones, and some by the witchcraft of unity became trees of bones or springs, and some by the circles of enlighten incantations were crushed into thousands of glitters, becoming bodies floating on water

Stench of death oh mother, stench of nightmare over the world.

And the light, oh the light, so blinding, so cold, so cruel and ruthless

  

And then they turned to the mother of their enemies, to Domnu.

Not by war and battle they reached her, but with blinding lights and shines which she could not bare.

A creature of the depth she was, and not of brightness. Blinded her eyes, deafened her ears and then, by their power united, all of the illuminated sorceress shined light beams out of their bloody hands and they tied mother magic, wrapped her with the ropes of their horrible light so she could do nothing and by the mighty power of their illuminated sorcery they drowned her back in the depth of her own birth, and placed her, choked , beneath the earth of the sea, and buried her deep deep in the grave of death, sealed with words of oblivion.

And in order to make sure no one will ever try to rescue her, they dropped on her chamber of grave, transparent pointy towers of light to send malice, oblivion and confusion to anyone who might be brave enough to try.

  

BUT

The wheel of time is a serpent biting its own tail!

The day will come and we will once again enchant a world of color and beauty.

The day will come when the children of Domnu could once more leave their hiding and have no fear.

The seeds that were planted by Domnu, the light cannot take, and those we plant in people souls – light cannot destroy. Each seed awaits patiently its time, and then blossoms, and we shell blossom!

The serpent of time will once again open its eyes and celebrate the rebirth of Naga-mu and Domnu and all of our daughters in the future…and ours as well.

And until then – we live forever in the stories.

We live forever in the stories

We live forever in the stories.

   

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Hi ha coneixement del conjunt de Santa Eugènia del Congost des del 1038; en un document que la situa prop de la domus del Congost, tot i que aquesta domus no ha estat encara geogràficament localitzada. El 1194 s'esmenta aquest topònim relacionat amb un delme de Guillem Bonfill d'Aiguafreda, on es diu: "ipsum meum X quod abeo et teneo ad Sancta Eugenia" i on també es fa esment de l'església. Es creu, doncs, que fou probablement a mitjans del segle XII, quan segurament es construí l'església romànica de Santa Eugènia del Congost. A nivell arquitectònic, d'aquesta fase inicial en destaca la capella de Santa Eugènia (datada al segle XI i d'estil romànic) tot i que la fàbrica que ara s'observa és força més tardana; i també les restes de basaments de murs que es poden veure a la façana oest de la mateixa església.

 

En les següents dades històriques es documenta que al 1306 els Santa Eugènia es van vendre els drets aparellats a la castlania de Montmany i que al 1333, la capella ja tenia cementiri propi. Un altre document del 1376 la cita com a capella de Sanctuginia on els pagesos hi feien deixes i també s'hi feien misses. Al llarg del segle XVII trobem un altre esment de la capella de Santa Eugènia del Congost, on es demostra la seva adscripció al mas de l'Església o mas Santa Eugènia, fins que al 1713 per cessió del mateix propietari passà de nou a la parròquia. En aquest context del segle XVIII i segle XIX es produirà una important remodelació arquitectònica del conjunt, esmentada en un document del 1843, on es diu que davant l'amenaça de ruïna s'amplia i es refà bona part de la teulada- aquesta obra anirà a compte dels veïns i es treballarà, fins i tot, els diumenges. A més, el creixement de masies al seu voltant i l'altura del Tagamanent (1055 m) van ser dos factors importants que van permetre la potenciació del seu culte i una certa difusió local. Aquesta situació va motivar que al 1878 es convertís en parròquia encara que va continuar mantenint certs vincles d'unió amb Santa Maria de Tagamanent.

 

Actualment és l'únic centre urbà del terme amb església parroquial i cap de municipi com a conseqüència de l'abandó del Tagamanent durant la guerra civil del 1936-1939. La guerra també afectà Santa Eugènia, en va desaparèixer el retaule major d'època barroca i es va enfonsar tota la coberta, que va ser posteriorment restaurada. Segons E. Junyent "aquest treball, a més de millorar l'interior del temple, ha motivat també la seva decoració interior especialment a l'absis, on es venera la imatge primitiva que va poder ser salvada"; també esmenta que hi ha un projecte de construcció d'un campanar de torre "que vingui a substituir el poc graciós d'espadanya que s'aixeca sobra la façana principal" i que de moment s'ha mantingut. La data contemporània més significativa serà la de 1940 quan definitivament es traslladarà la parroquialitat de Tagamanent a Santa Eugènia. Respecte les estructures annexes, trobem que al 1955 es construí el nou cementiri; i que la última gran reforma tingué lloc a finals dels anys 60, amb la construcció de la nova sagristia, sobre el terreny del que havia estat l'antic cementiri.

 

L'església situada a la part esquerra de la Vall del Congost, de reduïdes dimensions, es troba dedicada a Santa Eugènia. L'edifici és d'una sola nau, de carreus ben escairats, fets amb pedra local i lligats amb argamassa; les cantoneres també estan reforçades amb carreus de tamany més gran amb la doble funcionalitat: d'element arquitectònic i decoratiu. Tota l'estructura es troba situada sobre una petita plataforma que s'anivella amb el pendent natural del terreny on es troba annexada una petita sagristia, amb diverses dependències modernes i el cementiri. Aquesta plataforma per la seva cara sud-est és feta de carreus, alguns de grans dimensions de pedra local ben escairada, que en algun dels seus punts estaria buida, contenint algun tipus de dipòsit. En els seus inicis es tractaria d'un temple senzill d'una sola nau acabada amb absis que cap el 1690 va ser ampliat allargant la nau per la part del davant i aixecant la coberta. Es conserven restes de murs d'època romànica i un campanar d'espadanya.

 

El seu interior ha estat força remodelat i té una presentació ben curiosa, ja que la distribució dels bancs i de l'altar és radicalment diferent del que normalment es troba en qualsevol altra església. Crida també l'atenció, la falta d'imatges, que estan dins la sagristia. El presbiteri està separat de la nau per uns paravents, amb uns quadres penjats i a sobre del tot hi penja un marc de vidre amb la paraula "abba" ("pare" en arameu). Al davant de l'altar destaca un petit televisor i unes gerres i altres estris més. Tot plegat és una sorprenent presentació. A la sagristia hi ha les imatges que, possiblement, abans devien estar repartides per la nau. A més hi ha una curiosa pica baptismal, de color blanc, al nivell de terra, una pila baptismal per immersió.

 

Wikiloc: GR-2 d'Aiguafreda a La Garriga.

 

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Hi ha coneixement del conjunt de Santa Eugènia del Congost des del 1038; en un document que la situa prop de la domus del Congost, tot i que aquesta domus no ha estat encara geogràficament localitzada. El 1194 s'esmenta aquest topònim relacionat amb un delme de Guillem Bonfill d'Aiguafreda, on es diu: "ipsum meum X quod abeo et teneo ad Sancta Eugenia" i on també es fa esment de l'església. Es creu, doncs, que fou probablement a mitjans del segle XII, quan segurament es construí l'església romànica de Santa Eugènia del Congost. A nivell arquitectònic, d'aquesta fase inicial en destaca la capella de Santa Eugènia (datada al segle XI i d'estil romànic) tot i que la fàbrica que ara s'observa és força més tardana; i també les restes de basaments de murs que es poden veure a la façana oest de la mateixa església.

 

En les següents dades històriques es documenta que al 1306 els Santa Eugènia es van vendre els drets aparellats a la castlania de Montmany i que al 1333, la capella ja tenia cementiri propi. Un altre document del 1376 la cita com a capella de Sanctuginia on els pagesos hi feien deixes i també s'hi feien misses. Al llarg del segle XVII trobem un altre esment de la capella de Santa Eugènia del Congost, on es demostra la seva adscripció al mas de l'Església o mas Santa Eugènia, fins que al 1713 per cessió del mateix propietari passà de nou a la parròquia. En aquest context del segle XVIII i segle XIX es produirà una important remodelació arquitectònica del conjunt, esmentada en un document del 1843, on es diu que davant l'amenaça de ruïna s'amplia i es refà bona part de la teulada- aquesta obra anirà a compte dels veïns i es treballarà, fins i tot, els diumenges. A més, el creixement de masies al seu voltant i l'altura del Tagamanent (1055 m) van ser dos factors importants que van permetre la potenciació del seu culte i una certa difusió local. Aquesta situació va motivar que al 1878 es convertís en parròquia encara que va continuar mantenint certs vincles d'unió amb Santa Maria de Tagamanent.

 

Actualment és l'únic centre urbà del terme amb església parroquial i cap de municipi com a conseqüència de l'abandó del Tagamanent durant la guerra civil del 1936-1939. La guerra també afectà Santa Eugènia, en va desaparèixer el retaule major d'època barroca i es va enfonsar tota la coberta, que va ser posteriorment restaurada. Segons E. Junyent "aquest treball, a més de millorar l'interior del temple, ha motivat també la seva decoració interior especialment a l'absis, on es venera la imatge primitiva que va poder ser salvada"; també esmenta que hi ha un projecte de construcció d'un campanar de torre "que vingui a substituir el poc graciós d'espadanya que s'aixeca sobra la façana principal" i que de moment s'ha mantingut. La data contemporània més significativa serà la de 1940 quan definitivament es traslladarà la parroquialitat de Tagamanent a Santa Eugènia. Respecte les estructures annexes, trobem que al 1955 es construí el nou cementiri; i que la última gran reforma tingué lloc a finals dels anys 60, amb la construcció de la nova sagristia, sobre el terreny del que havia estat l'antic cementiri.

 

L'església situada a la part esquerra de la Vall del Congost, de reduïdes dimensions, es troba dedicada a Santa Eugènia. L'edifici és d'una sola nau, de carreus ben escairats, fets amb pedra local i lligats amb argamassa; les cantoneres també estan reforçades amb carreus de tamany més gran amb la doble funcionalitat: d'element arquitectònic i decoratiu. Tota l'estructura es troba situada sobre una petita plataforma que s'anivella amb el pendent natural del terreny on es troba annexada una petita sagristia, amb diverses dependències modernes i el cementiri. Aquesta plataforma per la seva cara sud-est és feta de carreus, alguns de grans dimensions de pedra local ben escairada, que en algun dels seus punts estaria buida, contenint algun tipus de dipòsit. En els seus inicis es tractaria d'un temple senzill d'una sola nau acabada amb absis que cap el 1690 va ser ampliat allargant la nau per la part del davant i aixecant la coberta. Es conserven restes de murs d'època romànica i un campanar d'espadanya.

 

El seu interior ha estat força remodelat i té una presentació ben curiosa, ja que la distribució dels bancs i de l'altar és radicalment diferent del que normalment es troba en qualsevol altra església. Crida també l'atenció, la falta d'imatges, que estan dins la sagristia. El presbiteri està separat de la nau per uns paravents, amb uns quadres penjats i a sobre del tot hi penja un marc de vidre amb la paraula "abba" ("pare" en arameu). Al davant de l'altar destaca un petit televisor i unes gerres i altres estris més. Tot plegat és una sorprenent presentació. A la sagristia hi ha les imatges que, possiblement, abans devien estar repartides per la nau. A més hi ha una curiosa pica baptismal, de color blanc, al nivell de terra, una pila baptismal per immersió.

 

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A Light Bulb in Al-Refa'ay Mosque... can't figure out what's written no matter how hard i try :D

 

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Franciscan Seminary in Krakow

Formed thirteenth century

Country Poland

Address ul. Franciscan 4

31-004 Krakow

Number of students 99

(data for the academic year 2006/2007 including the year propedeutycznym )

Rector Fr Peter Gryziec OFM Conv .

Membership Franciscans - Province of the Order of Friars Minor Conventual Church St . Anthony Franciscan Seminary (OFMConv) them St . Maximilian Kolbe in Krakow at the Franciscan monastery in Krakow.

History

In Krakow monastery in the thirteenth century, there was a religious study. With the will of Bl. Salome tells us that in 1268, the Franciscan seminarians is studying theology. It employed the three teachers or professors of theology, who held office teaching. At the beginning of the seventeenth century was one of the eight colleges of general law with the law award their own degrees. The work was interrupted by deletion study of the Polish Province in 1864, and although the Monastery of Krakow survived, clerics have to study at the Jesuit College in Krakow.

The end of the nineteenth century brought the Galician province of reform of religious life, the fruit of which was, among others decision to set up studies in Krakow monastery. In 1892, there was reerekcja philosophical and theological studies in Krakow. Maintenance has always rested on the study of the whole province, the various monasteries and benefactors of the Order. In the more than century-old history of some vintages studied outside Krakow (especially philosophy). The reason most often was difficult housing situation, after World War II, the division of law in Poland in two provinces. In the 70s last century opened in Lodz Lagiewniki study for seminarians province of Warsaw and Krakow returned to conduct a study of the entire program of study in Krakow. Initially Krakow study was 5 years: two years of philosophy and theology three years, but quickly extended the study of theology to four years. In legal terms, the study was based on the provisions of the constitution and regulations generals of religious law.

In 1969/1970 was adopted the new Ratio Institutionis Sacerdotalis (study program) approved by the Holy See for seminars in Poland. In 1981, a study was affiliated to the Pontifical Academy of Theology in Krakow. This allowed the study of Franciscan graduates earn degrees PAT . Since 1988, under the Law of the parliamentary seminar also gained legal status in the forum state. To study the candidates admitted to the sixth grade high school, and since 1930, after graduating from high school. In a study carried out in Krakow always effective program seminars. From the time of Pope Leo XIII was the Thomism .

For the year 1955/56 lectures were held in Latin. Number of teaching hours was 24, and with the development of the curriculum reached as high as 30 per week. The study is headed by the rector of the Provincial Chapter elected or appointed by the Provincial of his advice. Initially, it was called the Regent, later prefect of studies or master of the major seminary. Since 1969, operates the title of rector .

Preparation of professors was effected by sending fathers to study in Polish and foreign universities: in Lviv, in Rome (Seraphicum, Biblicum, Gregorian, Lateranum, marianum ), in Warsaw, Lublin (KUL ), Poznan and Krakow (UJ ) in Freiburg (Switzerland ) and Louvain (Belgium). The core team of professors were always Franciscans, most with doctoral titles. The seminar was taught by professors or other religious orders, congregations, diocesan priests and lay people. The study Krakow educated Polish Franciscan friars of the province of Galicia (until 1918), then the Polish province (1919-1939), Krakow and Warsaw (1939-1981) and Gdansk (since 1986), and the Franciscans of the United States, Romania, Italy, Yugoslavia , Belgium, Czech Republic, Austria and even Korea. The main occupation of the professors were lecturing and conducting exercises. Before World War I took place in philosophical discourse - two times a year.

After World War II introduced seminars for students of theology who participated in these classes were required to write a thesis work. It was a condition of admission to the final exam "ex universa theologia" and ordination.

Since 1981, when it became a subsidiary of the study of the Pontifical Academy of Theology, seminarians receive a Master-Thesis of the Academy. In addition to the spiritual and intellectual formation of seminarians seminary of Krakow engaged in the work of various groups: since 1918 there is a seminar near MI (Militia of the Immaculata ) founded by St. Maximilian Kolbe. His body is "brotherly Call" magazine, which began to appear in 1936, the brothers started their business clerics blind ministry and catechesis of children with special needs. In 1968, at a seminar in Lodz - Lagiewniki formed the band Fioretti, who in the next year, through a combination of seminars moved to Krakow and works here today. In 1981 he established Ecological Movement of St . St. Francis of Assisi ( Refa ). In 1980 was founded the Franciscan CRAS development team, which comprised of young poets of the three Franciscan families .

In 2006, the conference adopted the name St . Maximilian M. Kolbe, a student and a professor of that seminar .

The most famous seminary students and educators to the Franciscans: Bl. Chyliński Raphael, Saint Maximilian Kolbe, Bl. Pius Bartosik, Bl. Antonin Bajewski, Michael Tomaszek Servant of God, Venerable Zbigniew Strzałkowski .

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La capella de Santa Maria del Villar és un petit edifici religiós de Riells del Fai de nau rectangular, orientat de ponent a llevant, amb un absis semicircular i volta de quadrant d'esfera. Presenta una finestra doble esqueixada a l'absis, amb pedra regular i coronada per un arc de mig punt. A l'interior, a la banda esquerra, hi ha una absidiola semicircular empotrada en el mur, coronada per un arc adovellat, que serveix de fornícula per a la imatge de la Verge de la Llet. La volta original es refà en forma de volta d'aresta barroca el 1779. De la mateixa època són el campanar d'espadanya i el portal d'entrada amb l'ull de bou. La coberta és a dues aigües, amb teula àrab. L'aparell permet distingir les diferents etapes de construcció, sense presentar cap tipus de decoració. La imatge de la Verge és de terra cuita, i data del segle XVIII. A la llinda de la porta s'hi pot llegir la inscripció: "Renovada per Vicens de Montagut y Villar. Any 1799. Ave Maria".

 

El lloc "Villars" es documenta el 1007, però l'església apareix el 1195, encara que pot ser anterior. La família Villar ha estat patrona de la capella, promovent la restauració del 1779. Des d'aleshores, es coneix també com a la Capella de la Verge de la Llet, que es venerava en una estatueta en la fornícula esquerra de l'absis.

 

A la Guerra Civil fou profanada i torna al culte el 1940. S'hi celebra un aplec els dilluns després de la Primera Pasqua.

 

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I found a stack of issue #9 of Suitable 4 Framin' zine. This zine also comes with a photo print and a sticker pack.

 

More about the zine:

 

• Featuring graffiti on Freights & Walls from Los Angeles, Oakland & San Francisco

• Gallery Pics: Barry McGee a.k.a. Twist & Banksy

• Artist spotlight: Amend & Zhe 155

• + Other features and articles

• Graffiti by Aera, Alfa, Anger, Atlas, Aura, Avoid, Beg, Mark Bode, Brave, Brutal, Cacautom, Cern, Chuks, Crayone, Daver, Dicer, Shepard Fairey, Fares, Havik, House, Hype, Isto, Kemske, King 157, Krash, Marz, Naka, Nesta, Pars, Pestoe, Ferris Plock, Refa, Reskoe, Rino, Saze, Serio, Shark, Sic, Slick, Slie, Some, Space Invader, Swoon, Tenfolder, Vows, and many others.

 

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