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Saldo rico e turbulento de Abril.
Comprei dois esmaltes na SOS e os correios deram como roubados. A Yasmin conseguiu me arrumar outro Berry Good Looking mas não conseguiu um Blood Hound, no lugar dele eu escolhi o Naughty da Different Dimension.
Eles chegaram bem e em seguida eu comprei os The Magician, um pra mim e outro pra uma amiga muito querida que faz aniversário em Maio e merece 😍
Por fim minha encomenda do Ali que constava como perdida no fluxo de repente chegou. 😀
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"We must not be surprised when we hear of murders, of killings, of wars, of hatred. If a mother can kill her own child, what is left but for us to kill each other."
- Mother Teresa of Calcutta
Malcom X once said,
“If you're not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.”
It certainly can’t be misconstrued as love so it’s safe to say You “Black Women for Wellness” are hating the people (the unborn BLACK CHILD) being oppressed, and loving the people (Your Margret Sangers of the world & Planned Parenthood) who are doing the oppressing.
Abortion actually goes beyond oppression it’s a death sentence, your very actions and the photo of that awful message on the bill board seems to bare that out. You have made it quite clear "All Black Lives DO NOT Matter".
But unfortunately you got it TWISTED. You have played into the hands of the White Racist feminist, birth control activist, Margret Sanger. Margret set her sights on the extermination of the Black American population through her “Negro Project,” calling Black folks “reckless breeders” and “human weeds.”
You know what they say, the only good Nigger is a dead Nigger. Get rid of their kids or lock them up and the world will be a better place. How in the name of God can you and the likes of Stacey Yvonne Abrams be united in this madness. On top of that, MANY of you sisters of “Black Women for Wellness” are feminist. How do you reconcile in your warped mindset that you are advocating for the MURDER of little Black Girls. Explain to me how that works.
OOOHHHH No , No, No…. Shame, Insults and the Need to be Right don’t work with me. Please explain how you are not on the same page with Margaret Sanger.
You are making the legacy of Margaret Sanger proud, by woefully , and willfully carrying out her plans for the termination of those she despised so much. The Ku Klux Klan has a name for people like you, “useful idiots”.
OHH I'm SORRY did I say something to offend you?
Ask me if I care.
James Baldwn once said, “White People are trapped in a history they don’t understand” .
And the same goes for “BLACK WOMEN FOR WELLNESS”.
Y’all are trapped in a history you don’t understand” . How in the world does the word “Wellness” an phrase “PLANNED PARENTHOOD” coexist with exterminating a LIFE. You’re a joke just like BLM, they stand with you on murder of the unborn. What kind of mental gymnastics do you people do to be able to sleep at night?
You have invested so much time and energy in being wrong you can’t turn back now, it’s too humbling.
But you know what, your White liberal feminist back stabbers will cozy up to you, hold you tight, while caressing your hand & whisper in your ears ….. Shhhh it’s ok you ignore what he’s saying, he’s just one of those Silly Negros, don’t pay him any mind.
NEWS FLASH – There is a creator, God, Elohim, Yahweh and he will not be mocked. He made ( Actually one Race…. The Human Race) that comes in every flavor under the sun.
It doesn't matter if you don't believe in God or that you may have some twisted low view of God it doesn't change the TRUTH that there is a GOD that hears the cries of the murdered children in the womb.
It is mine to avenge; says the Lord, I will repay. In due time their foot will slip; their day of disaster is near and their doom rushes upon them." Deuteronomy 32:35
There’s only two kinds of people in the world. The redeemed and the unredeemed, those that will live for eternity in hell and those that will live in eternity in heaven with God. Unless God himself opens your eyes and you repent, there is no hope for you when judgment day comes, for you will not be able to plead ignorance. Your Conscience will accuse you. The TRUTH of knowing right from wrong that resides in your heart and soul placed there by God will prevent you from pleading, “ I DIDN’T KNOW”
For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who suppress the truth in unrighteousness…. Romans 1:18-21
How ironic you delusional Black heroines are not that much different from the evil white supremist in the '70s Blaxploitation film…..
THREE THE HARDWAY
The story is about three Black martial-arts specialists who prevent a white supremist plot to taint the United States water supply with a toxin that is harmless to whites but lethal to blacks. The only obstacles that stand in the way of this dastardly plan are Jim Brown, Fred Williamson and Jim Kelly, who shoot, kick and karate chop their way to final victory.
The sad part is there is no happy ending with y’all your mission is death and destruction and dismemberment of the innocent.
This murdering of children in the womb transcends race but you folks out there are more concerned about the rights of the woman who is alive and functioning but are not concerned in the least for the defenseless in the womb. Where is their advocate, who’s going to speak for them?
Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter! Woe unto them that are wise in their own eyes, and prudent in their own sight!
Isaiah 5:2-21
Yeah I know I’m not perfect…. now tell me something else I don’t know.
Psalm 58:3 The wicked are estranged from the womb; the liars go astray from birth. Even from birth the wicked go astray; from the womb they are wayward, spreading lies. These wicked people are born sinners; even from birth they have lied and gone their own way.
A woman's right Ends where the baby in the womb right to life begins.
women's rights over the rights of the unborn is the ultimate in hypocrisy.
Recently I realized how much I take my life for granted. I have turned into a low-life just wasting my days away as if happiness will come to me anytime now. I slack off and sit around doing nothing when instead I should be fixing my own problems and doing things that will make my loved ones happy and appreciated. It's one thing to feel like you truly love someone, but actions speak louder then words and ultimately show someone that you care.
Cette singulière figure nue représente sainte Marie-Madeleine en ascète mystique. Selon la légende, la pécheresse repentie vivait retirée dans la grotte de la Sainte-Baume, vêtue de ses seuls cheveux. Elle était chaque jour enlevée au ciel par des anges pour entendre les choeurs célestes. La statue, passée dans le commerce d'art allemand au XIXe siècle, fut acquise par le musée du Louvre en 1902.
Une sculpture visible de tous côtés
La sainte était à l'origine soutenue par des anges sculptés. Maintenue dans une structure ovale métallique, la statue en tilleul était suspendue à la voûte d'une église, peut-être l'église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine du couvent des dominicains d'Augsbourg, reconstruite de 1513 à 1515. La sculpture était visible de tous côtés, puisque son dos est aussi soigneusement sculpté et polychromé que sa face. Par la suite, elle a été déposée et les anges ont été supprimés.
Entre Gothique et Renaissance
La Sainte Marie-Madeleine est attribuée à Gregor Erhart par comparaison avec La Vierge de miséricorde de Kaisheim réalisée par le sculpteur en 1502-1503 (Berlin, Staatliche Museen, détruite en 1945). Formé à Ulm, en Souabe, auprès de son père Michel Erhart (cité à Ulm de 1469 à 1522), Gregor s'installe en 1494 à Augsbourg où il devient un maître renommé. Le style ample et raffiné de La Sainte Marie-Madeleine, sa grâce paisible et sa physionomie douce s'inscrivent bien dans la tradition souabe gothique tardive. Mais l'attitude hanchée, qui évoque un contrapposto classique, les proportions harmonieuses et la plénitude du corps féminin dénudé révèlent aussi la connaissance des oeuvres de Dürer et une recherche de beauté formelle spécifique de la Renaissance. Le génie de Gregor Erhart est de transcrire de manière inédite en sculpture l'image traditionnelle de la sainte portée au ciel par les anges. Loin du canon gothique, menu et irréel, il dévoile des formes féminines épanouies, à peine dissimulées par la souple chevelure dorée qui coule sur le buste et se déploie dans le dos. Le modelé du corps, des légers creux des muscles tendus, des sillons à peine perceptibles sur les parties charnues, est d'une grande sensibilité. La beauté du visage, aux traits fermes et réguliers ciselés dans le tilleul avec une extrême subtilité, est soulignée par la polychromie originale, pâle et très raffinée conformément à la tradition gothique.
Sensuelle mais idéalisée
La présence charnelle de cette statue grandeur nature devait s'imposer fortement dans l'église. Mais l'image sensuelle et quasi profane qu'elle offre aujourd'hui, dépourvue de ses anges sculptés, doit être nuancée. La pose alanguie et l'expression recueillie veulent traduire l'extase mystique de la pénitente ; sa merveilleuse beauté et l'éclat de ses cheveux dorés, veulent évoquer le rayonnement de sa sainteté. La conception de ce nu féminin s'accorde ainsi au contenu spirituel de l'image religieuse, idéalisée selon la tradition médiévale. Gregor Erhart livre ici son chef-d'oeuvre, magistrale création de l'humanisme nordique du Moyen Age finissant, au seuil de la Renaissance.
Bibliographie
- GUILLOT DE SUDUIRAUT S., Sculptures allemandes de la fin du Moyen Age, dans les collections publiques françaises 1400-1530, catalogue d'exposition, musée du Louvre, Paris, 1991, cat. 56, pp.203-208.
- GUILLOT DE SUDUIRAUT S., Gregor Erhart, Sainte Marie-Madeleine, Collection Solo, Paris, 1997, n 6.
I set out that day to meet my girl for lunch in the business district. As I walked from my loft in Greektown towards her building, I saw a man dressed as Jesus carrying a huge cross. I set up to take a picture when I noticed the classic car cruising towards Campus Martius...
Preface: I consider myself a pacifist. Those that know me would say the same.
I really do. Right up until the point that someone violates my wife's respect, and her fine bottom. What follows is a story that is sure to make this road trip memorable beyond the bare fact that it is a cross country drive full of scenic wonders.
On Sunday morning we woke up in a Battle Creek Michigan Econo Lodge and loaded up the car. I punched "coffee" into the gps and it came up with a coffee house .4 miles away from the motel. We made our way over and entered the nice lounge, leaving the cats and our possessions in the car. Inside the coffee house were several sets of families who had brought in their own mugs to enjoy a Sunday morning cup of joe. There was also a man in his 40's sitting on one of the couches. As we walked by him he gave a look. It was a look that Lisa and I would both recall later as troubling. We walked up to the counter to order our cups of coffee. The man proceeded to follow. He brushed by us and Lisa commented that she though the man grabbed her ass, but she couldnt be sure. I took mental note of this and waited for him to come out of the bathroom he walked in to. He reappeared no longer then 5 seconds after walking in and came back towards us. This time he blatantly reached down and grabbed her again. Right in front of me. Lisa pushed him back and then I did the same. I started getting in his face and yelling pretty loudly about the fact that he had just grabbed my wife's ass, not once, but twice. The entire coffee house was now on notice that things might turn bad. After a few shoves were exchanged the dude asked me to step outside. I obliged and we were going to head out when Lisa stopped me saying it was a waste of my time. We went back to the counter to pay for the cups. Meanwhile the guy sat back down on his couch. I did all I could to not run over to him and we calmly paid the bill, tipping the barista handsomely. She responded with a thank you and that the cops were on their way to deal with the man. I handed Lisa both coffee's and made her walk in front of me towards the exit. In truth though, I had no intention of exiting without getting into it with the guy. Again, I'm not one to scuffle but the guy violated Lisa's respect, my patience and my pride as a husband. I turned to him and spoke loud enough for the coffee house to hear "what are you 50... and grabbing little girls asses?" He got right back up off the couch and got in my face. Lisa jumped in between us trying to stop further escalation. This is where I lose it...
The guy picked Lisa up, tossed her to the side, and lunged for my head. Before I knew it Lisa threw our cups of steaming coffee at him... and I had his shirt and neck in my hands. I ran him into a table, a wall, a lamp and then straight to the floor, breaking several of those items in the process. I remember knocking his head a couple of times into the floor and the wall while Lisa futilely tried to pull me off of him. I think I even said the cliche fighting phrase "yea, you stay down!". One of the family men eventually pulled me off and we headed for the door before the guy could recover to cause more trouble. That and I wasn't too keen on being arrested for assault half a country away from home.
As we pulled away from the coffee house we saw the police driving, lights on, right by us. We spent the next 4 hours heading for the Michigan state border.
I feel bad about the families that had to witness this, and the coffee house owners stuff that I destroyed... but truth be told, I'd do the same thing over and over again given the chance.
The pervert had it coming.
Moral: Don't grab my girls bottom. ever. And, especially before I've had my morning coffee.
La descente s'effectue soit par les marches du Repentir, 3700 marches, soit par la piste aux dromadaires. Nous avons opté pour la dernière, vue l'état de nos genoux. La toute fin de la montée et le début de la descente se font obligatoirement sur 700 marches taillées et aménagées dans la roche, c'est un bon test ...
Il reste dans l’église Notre-Dame d’Aigueperse un fragment d’un très beau retable représentant la déploration de la Vierge.
Le Christ est allongé, sa tête entre les mains de Marie-Madeleine. La Vierge au long voile bleu tient la main gauche de son Fils.
Elle est entourée par les trois « Marie » : Marie-Madeleine, Marie Salomé, et Marie-Cléophas, qui se rendront au tombeau le jour de Pâques. Marie-Madeleine, la pécheresse repentie, se distingue par la richesse de ses habits.
Jean, le disciple bien aimé, soutient la Vierge. Deux personnages l’entourent : Nicodème, et Joseph d’Arimathie, qui sont deux notables juifs qui ont enseveli le Christ.
La scène est remarquable par la qualité de sa sculpture, par l’expressivité des postures, des visages.
The Grade I Listed Church Of St John The Baptist, High Street, Glastonbury, Somerset.
Described as "one of the most ambitious parish churches in Somerset", the present Church dates from the 15th century. However, this church replaced an earlier one. Recent excavations in the nave have revealed the foundations of a large central tower that possibly dated from Saxon times, and a later Norman nave arcade on the same plan as the existing one. A central tower survived until the 15th Century, but is believed to have collapsed, at which time the church was rebuilt. In the north aisle, 12th century fabric survives in the former Saint Katherine's Chapel.
The church is laid out in a cruciform plan with an aisled nave and a clerestorey of seven bays. The west tower has elaborate buttressing, panelling and battlements. The interior of the church includes four 15th-century tomb-chests, some 15th-century stained glass in the chancel, medieval vestments, and a domestic cupboard of about 1500 which was once at Witham Charterhouse.
The tower rises to a height of 134½ feet (about 41 metres), and is the second tallest parish church tower in Somerset. The tower is unusual in that it has a chiming clock, but no clock face. There has been a set of bells at St John's Church since 1403. The oldest existing bell was originally made in 1612 and inscribed 'I sound to bid the sick repent in hope of life when breath is spent'. This bell was recast in 1992. The church has a ring of eight bells; the largest, the tenor bell, is about 14 cwt or about 712 kg and the smallest, the treble, is about 5 cwt or 250 kg.
In the churchyard is a thorn tree grown from a cutting from the Glastonbury Thorn. A blossom from this tree is sent to the Queen every Christmas. At the end of term, the pupils of St John’s Infants School gather round the tree in St John’s parish churchyard on the High Street. They sing carols, including one specially written for the occasion, and the oldest pupil has the privilege of cutting the branch of the Glastonbury Thorn that is then taken to London and presented to Her Majesty The Queen.
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Do you ever feel like the rebel of your own soul? As if any rule, any standard, or any boundary you set up for yourself is at the mercy of your own reckless actions? Have you had the feeling of being trapped in the circle of your decisions or that every bold step you take forward you secretly take two steps backward? I know those feelings. In fact, I've lived with those feelings. I have discovered that its not just an abstract thought - it is a reality. I am the rebel of my own soul. At first, the natural reaction is an overwhelming sense of tragedy. I feel tragically stranded in a sea of my own sinfulness, doomed to disappoint my God and break my standards for the end of time. I feel as if even God no longer understands or cares to hear my prayer. But then, so sweetly the Lord reminds me,
"My child, I understand. For I look into your heart and know your thoughts. If you were to fly away in the sky or drift away in the sea, I would still be there with you because I've told you that I will never leave you, nor forsake you. So cast all your cares on Me, because I care for you."
Then I remember that God can conquer the rebel of my soul, that I'm not hopleslessly stranded in the sea of my sinfulness and that He does care to hear my prayer. Broken before my saviour, I repent. I call sin what He calls sin and thank Him for His unconditional love and abundant forgiveness. I can then rid myself of the rebel of my soul and willingly allow the Lord to be the ruler of my soul.
[I Samuel 16:7 ~ Psalm 139 ~ Hebrews 13:5 ~ I Peter 5:7]
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ps, (I'm not punching the camera... I'm supposed to be pounding the ground kind of thing)
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De repente, con fuerte ruido de cencerros, gritos y ceniza aparecen entre el humo el Cencerrón y la Filandorra. Provocan el caos y se dirigen directamente a atacar al Ciego, pretendiendo cogerle las piernas con las tenazas y arrastrarle.
“Now, brothers, I know that you acted in ignorance, as did your leaders. But this is how God fulfilled what HE had foretold through all the prophets, saying that HIS Christ would suffer. REPENT, then, and TURN TO GOD, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord, and that HE may send the Christ, who has been appointed for you—even Jesus. HE must remain in heaven until the time comes for God to restore everything, as HE promised long ago through HIS holy prophets. For Moses said, ‘The Lord your God will raise up for you a prophet like me from among your own people; you must listen to everything HE tells you. Anyone who does not listen to HIM will be completely cut off from among HIS people.' " ~ Acts 3:17-23
PRAYER
"Lord Jesus, change my heart and fill me with Your wisdom that I my love Your ways. Give me grace and courage to resist temptation and stubborn willfulness that I may truly desire to do what is pleasing to You."
#prayer and excerpt #meditation from today’s scripture reflection @ www.DailyScripture.Net or APP at Daily Scripture Servants of the Word
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Soneto de Separação - Vinicius de Moraes & Antonio Carlos Jobim
De repente do riso fez-se o pranto
Silencioso e branco como a bruma
E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma
E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto
De repente da calma fez-se o vento
Que dos olhos desfez a última chama
E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento
E do momento imóvel fez-se o drama
De repente não mais que de repente
Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante
E de sozinho o que se fez contente
Fez-se do amigo próximo, distante
Fez-se da vida uma aventura errante
De repente, não mais que de repente
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"She Who Loves Silence," Meretseger is a goddess of judgment and forgiveness, who punishes sinners but gives them grace if they repent. This makes her unique in the Egyptian pantheon, as the only other types of judgement come during the heart-weighing ceremony, where sinners are fed to Ammut. She mostly resided in and protected the Valley of the Kings, and would spit venom into the eyes of would-be grave robbers. As her center of worship was primarily in the Valley of Kings, she mostly disappeared after the five hundred or so years that the Valley was in use.
Have you ever noticed how nearly all the Egyptian goddesses are guardians and warriors?
De repente deu vontade de um abraço...
Uma vontade de entrelaço, de proximidade...
De amizade... sei lá...
Talvez um aconchego que enfatize a vida e
Amenize as dores...
Que fale sobre os amores,
Que seja teimoso e ao mesmo tempo forte.
Deu vontade de poder rever saudade
De um abraço.
Um abraço que eternize o tempo
E preencha todo o espaço
Mas que faça lembrar do carinho,
Que surge devagarzinho
Da magia da união dos corpos, das auras... sei lá...
Lembrar do calor das mãos
Acariciando as costas
A dizer...
“estou aqui.”
Lembrar do trançar dos braços envolventes e seguros afirmando
“estou com você”...
Lembrar da transfusão de forças
Com a suavidade do momento... sei lá...
Abraço... abraço... abraço...
Abraço... abraço... abraço...
Abraço... abraço... abraço...
O que importa é a magia deste abraço!
A fusão de energia que harmoniza,
Integra tudo, e que se traduz
No cosmo, no tempo e no espaço.
Só sei que agora deu vontade deste abraço!!
Que afaste toda e qualquer angústia.
Que desperte a lágrima da alegria,
E acalme o coração...
Que traduza a amizade, o amor e a emoção.
E para um abraço assim só pude pensar em você...
Nessa sua energia,
Nessa sua sensibilidade
Que sabe entender o porquê...
Dessa vontade desse abraço.
(Vinícius de Moraes)
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Saudades miga, volta logoooooooooooooooooooo.....para eu poder te dar um abraço de 20 minutos!!!
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Quando nos tocamos e nos abraçamos, levamos vida ao nossos sentidos e reafirmamos a confiança nos nossos próprios sentimentos.
Algumas vezes não encontramos as palavras adequadas para expressar o que sentimos o abraço é a melhor maneira.
Quando transferismo a nossa energia com um abraço, as nossas próprias forças aumentam.
Abraço beeeeeem apertado em todos os meus amigos flickranos =)
Es raro enterarse de estas cosas tan de repente, lamentablemente no me enteré a tiempo para ir a decirte adiós, y me duele aún más pensar que no te veia hace tanto tiempo, que nos faltó la mitad de la temporada de Nana pendiente, y que me mostraste los cereales chocapic de chocolate blanco. Que me prestaste tu cama cuando no tenia donde dormir, y que yo siempre te critiqué que usaras faldas con pantalones y tu te enojabas, que siempre le caí mal a tu novio porque pensaba que yo andaba detrás tuyo jajaja. Sé que siempre fue difícil para ti el hecho de simplemente vivir, y que para lo que los demás resultaba normal, para ti era un poco más complicado, pero siempre tuviste ese bizarro sentido del humor, pero que yo igual entendía.
Aunque no te veia hace tiempo, siempre te recordaba, y me gustaba comentarte lo linda que te veias con cada cambio de tu cabello. Y asi linda serás para siempre. Te quiero coso rojo.
Q.E.P.D
Incluyo un texto que le hicieron sus compañeros de la UAH, la verdad me emocionó mucho cuando lo escuché.
"Querido ‘RunRun de las Mercedes’:
Así te bautizó la alegre, chistosa, original, rusia-colorina y pelolais que nosotros llamamos por tantos nombres y apodos en tres años. La misma diva que en el 2008 te buscó por varios meses cuando te habías extraviado, época en que su Nick se titulaba “RunRun vuelve”.
Suponemos, RunRun, que estos días han sido extraños para ti. Quizás viste algunas siluetas negras, la copiosa lluvia en la ventana, el silbido ausente y el eco insoportable del silencio.
¡Pero la hubieses visto, RunRun!, a Claudia se le ocurrió disfrazarse de Altazor. Se veía hermosa, como siempre. Un vestido Calipso y ajustado, los labios coloreados alrededor de una sonrisa incalculablemente infinita, y un pinche rosa la coronaba como “la Flor más bella”; y así la bautizó su padre. La Altazor emprendió rumbo porque así son estas librepensadoras. Se fue silbando una canción de ‘Zeraphine’ que no recordamos, con el cabello rubio o enrojecido con ése tono a ‘frullelet’ fresco.
Y la Niña tenía razón, si hasta el cielo le lloró. Tarde o temprano, a nosotros nos brotarán alas, y volveremos a oír sus barbaridades. La Niña tenía razón, RunRun, y así está bien; lo peor ya pasó. A lo sumo, nos echarán de la biblioteca por hablar o reírnos fuerte, alguien nos oirá comentando algún pelambre jugoso a media tarde, entre “sistémica” y “técnicas”, puede que trasnochemos otra madrugada, rezándole a ‘Jebús’, ‘Aquaman’ y ‘Superman’, pero a la Claudia… a nuestra Claudia nadie nos prohíbe.
¡Hubieses visto sus días entre nosotros! Ella fue la nota más alta en la primera prueba que tuvimos con el ‘profe’ Miranda, y nadie como ella hacía combinar tan bien el fucsia con el negro, con su corbatita decorándole el cabello. Repartió sobrenombres a media universidad y sabía decir “idiota” como una elegante Montecristo.
¿Sabes, RunRun?, nos hace muy bien hablarte, y si te faltan camas para dormir con alguien, aquí estamos nosotros, unidos, muy tristes ahora, porque no entendemos, porque la teoría no bastó para comprender a la Claudia, porque Freud y Skinner quedaron tan pequeños a los anhelos de “la flor más bella”, que se nos adelantó en viaje para guiarnos en los años que nos quedan, para estudiar y comprendernos otros Altazores.
Ahora ya descansa. La niña fue coronada y su pacífico vuelo cubre la tranquilidad de quienes la amamos y la extrañamos. Fue un honor compartir con nosotros a esta mujercita, a veces Diva y Bruja, a veces la mejor de las musas y la más cálida de las amigas.
Ella quiso ser irrepetible, especial y única; sin duda lo cumplió, y no contenta con ello, nos tiene ahora reunidos en torno a su recuerdo presente, unidos como curso, como amigos. ¡Eh!, RunRun, si percibes el cosquilleo de una mano tibia sobre el lomo, o simples ganas de reir, es ella: la irrepetible, especial y única.
Diles a los otros que no estamos solos. Diles que Ella no desapareció. Diles que vivirá en nuestros recuerdos, nuestros corazones, nuestras bromas. Diles que la volveremos a ver. Ella sólo partió antes.
Claudia, te damos las gracias por habernos acogido y escuchado. Valoramos que hayas compartido con nosotros tu estilo personalista y tu Altazor. Te queremos, te extrañamos, pero confiamos en que estás tranquila y en paz.
Confiando en que nos volveremos a ver en una clase más lejana, te saludamos, queridísima Claudia,
Tus amigos y compañeros"
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This guy was in front of me as i was taking the monorail on a little trip to the circus. Maybe he was serious or maybe he bought these shorts without knowing what they said which is fairly common here. don't know how many got converted in his shorts ministry:)
De repente do riso fez-se o pranto
Silencioso e branco como a bruma
E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma
E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto.
De repente da calma fez-se o vento
Que dos olhos desfez a última chama
E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento
E do momento imóvel fez-se o drama.
De repente, não mais que de repente
Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante
E de sozinho o que se fez contente.
Fez-se do amigo próximo o distante
Fez-se da vida uma aventura errante
De repente, não mais que de repente.
Soneto de separação
Vinicius de Moraes
De repente veio a inspiração de um quarto decorado com muitos corações e flores,mas sem as cores convencionais,até pq não iria combinar com as paredes.Está aí o resultado!!!!Tudo feito com papel Paraná,tecido (só para forrar a placa de fundo),papel e outros materiais para scrap.Ficou parecendo de mdf!!!!A placa de fundo mede 85x15cm.
De repente acordei com saudade, daqui.
E percebi que todo dia é uma nova possibilidade de se fazer e trazer a mudança em nós, de se encontrar, ressignificando a nossa vida.
O novo nos espera todo dia e, todo-santo-dia, apesar dos empecilhos, impasses, tristezas, temos também uma bagagem boa de alegrias, de atitudes, positividade, afetividade, sentimentos e do "depende de nós". É a vida! Há de se ter foco, novos olhares e novas energias sobre ela. Valorize o que você tem e seja gentil! ♡
Por aqui muito trabalho e pouco tempo para tirar fotos! Mas vai ter um trabalho fofo que vou dividindo com vocês ao longo dos dias. Abre alas, que lá vem uma princesa bem fofa!
A todos que acompanham o Blog e que encontram aqui um ponto de aventuras artesanais, amizades, trocas, dicas, deixo o meu forte abraço.
Uma semana cheia de alegrias! E vamos craftar!
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Hanuman is a Hindu god and an ardent devotee of Rama. He is a central character in the Indian epic Ramayana and its various versions. He also finds mentions in several other texts, including Mahabharata, the various Puranas and some Jain texts. A vanara, Hanuman participated in Rama's war against the demon king Ravana. Several texts also present him as an incarnation of Lord Shiva. He is the son of Kesari, and is also described as the son of Vayu, who according to several stories, played a role in his birth. Several sects including Arya Samaj believe that Hanuman was a human and not vanara.
ETYMOLOGY & OTHER NAMES
The Sanskrit texts mention several legends about how Sri Hanuman got his name. One legend is that Indra, the king of the deities, struck Sri Hanuman's jaw during his childhood (see below). The child received his name from the Sanskrit words Hanu ("jaw") and -man (or -mant, "prominent" or "disfigured"). The name thus means "one with prominent or disfigured jaw". Another theory says the name derives from the Sanskrit words Han ("killed" or "destroyed") and maana (pride); the name implies "one whose pride was destroyed". Some Jain texts mention that Sri Hanuman spent his childhood on an island called Hanuruha, which is the origin of his name.
According to one theory, the name "Hanuman" derives from the proto-Dravidian word for male monkey (ana-mandi), which was later Sanskritized to "Hanuman" (see historical development below). Linguistic variations of "Hanuman" include Hanumat, Anuman (Tamil), Anoman (Indonesian), Andoman (Malay) and Hunlaman (Lao).
Hanuman came to be regarded as an avatar (incarnation) of Shiva by the 10th century CE (this development possibly started as early as in the 8th century CE). Hanuman is mentioned as an avatar of Shiva or Rudra in the Sanskrit texts like Mahabhagvata Purana, Skanda Purana, Brhaddharma Purana and Mahanataka among others. This development might have been a result of the Shavite attempts to insert their ishta devata (cherished deity) in the Vaishnavite texts, which were gaining popularity. The 17th century Oriya work Rasavinoda by Divakrsnadasa goes on to mention that the three gods – Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva – combined take to the form of Hanuman.
Hanuman became more important in the medieval period, and came to be portrayed as the ideal devotee (bhakta) of Rama. His characterization as a lifelong brahmachari (celibate) was another important development during this period. The belief that Hanuman's celibacy is the source of his strength became popular among the wrestlers in India. The celibacy or brahmacharya aspect of Hanuman is not mentioned in the original Ramayana.
BIRTH & CHILDHOOD
Hanuman was born to the vanaras. His mother Anjana was an apsara who was born on earth due to a curse. She was redeemed from this curse on her giving birth to a son. The Valmiki Ramayana states that his father Kesari was the son of Brihaspati and that Kesari also fought on Rama's side in the war against Ravana. Anjana and Kesari performed intense prayers to Shiva to get a child. Pleased with their devotion, Shiva granted them the boon they sought. Hanuman, in another interpretation, is the incarnation or reflection of Shiva himself.
Hanuman is often called the son of the deity Vayu; several different traditions account for the Vayu's role in Hanuman's birth. One story mentioned in Eknath's Bhavartha Ramayana (16th century CE) states that when Anjana was worshiping Shiva, the King Dasharatha of Ayodhya was also performing the ritual of Putrakama yagna in order to have children. As a result, he received some sacred pudding (payasam) to be shared by his three wives, leading to the births of Rama, Lakshmana, Bharata, and Shatrughna. By divine ordinance, a kite snatched a fragment of that pudding and dropped it while flying over the forest where Anjana was engaged in worship. Vayu, the Hindu deity of the wind, delivered the falling pudding to the outstretched hands of Anjana, who consumed it. Hanuman was born to her as a result. Another tradition says that Anjana and her husband Kesari prayed Shiva for a child. By Shiva's direction, Vayu transferred his male energy to Anjana's womb. Accordingly, Hanuman is identified as the son of the Vayu.
Another story of Hanuman's origins is derived from the Vishnu Purana and Naradeya Purana. Narada, infatuated with a princess, went to his lord Vishnu, to make him look like Vishnu, so that the princess would garland him at swayamvara (husband-choosing ceremony). He asked for hari mukh (Hari is another name of Vishnu, and mukh means face). Vishnu instead bestowed him with the face of a vanara. Unaware of this, Narada went to the princess, who burst into laughter at the sight of his ape-like face before all the king's court. Narada, unable to bear the humiliation, cursed Vishnu, that Vishnu would one day be dependent upon a vanara. Vishnu replied that what he had done was for Narada's own good, as he would have undermined his own powers if he were to enter matrimony. Vishnu also noted that Hari has the dual Sanskrit meaning of vanara. Upon hearing this, Narada repented for cursing his idol. But Vishnu told him not repent as the curse would act as a boon, for it would lead to the birth of Hanuman, an avatar of Shiva, without whose help Rama (Vishnu's avatar) could not kill Ravana.
BIRTH PLACE
Multiple places in India are claimed as the birthplace of Hanuman.
According to one theory, Hanuman was born on 'Anjaneya Hill', in Hampi, Karnataka. This is located near the Risyamukha mountain on the banks of the Pampa, where Sugreeva and Rama are said to have met in Valmiki Ramayana's Kishkinda Kanda. There is a temple that marks the spot. Kishkinda itself is identified with the modern Anegundi taluk (near Hampi) in Bellary district of Karnataka.
Anjan, a small village about 18 km away from Gumla, houses "Anjan Dham", which is said to be the birthplace of Hanuman. The name of the village is derived from the name of the goddess Anjani, the mother of Hanuman. Aanjani Gufa (cave), 4 km from the village, is believed to be the place where Anjani once lived. Many objects of archaeological importance obtained from this site are now held at the Patna Museum.
The Anjaneri (or Anjneri) mountain, located 7 km from Trimbakeshwar in the Nasik district, is also claimed as the birthplace of Hanuman.
According to Anjan Dham, Hanuman was born on Lakshka Hill near Sujangarh in Churu district, Rajasthan.
CHILDHOOD
As a child, believing the sun to be a ripe mango, Hanuman pursued it in order to eat it. Rahu, a Vedic planet corresponding to an eclipse, was at that time seeking out the sun as well, and he clashed with Hanuman. Hanuman thrashed Rahu and went to take sun in his mouth.[18] Rahu approached Indra, king of devas, and complained that a monkey child stopped him from taking on Sun, preventing the scheduled eclipse. This enraged Indra, who responded by throwing the Vajra (thunderbolt) at Hanuman, which struck his jaw. He fell back down to the earth and became unconscious. A permanent mark was left on his chin (हनुः hanuḥ "jaw" in Sanskrit), due to impact of Vajra, explaining his name. Upset over the attack, Hanuman's father figure Vayu deva (the deity of air) went into seclusion, withdrawing air along with him. As living beings began to asphyxiate, Indra withdrew the effect of his thunderbolt. The devas then revived Hanuman and blessed him with multiple boons to appease Vayu.
Brahma gave Hanuman a boon that would protect him from the irrevocable Brahma's curse. Brahma also said: "Nobody will be able to kill you with any weapon in war." From Brahma he obtained the power of inducing fear in enemies, of destroying fear in friends, to be able to change his form at will and to be able to easily travel wherever he wished. From Shiva he obtained the boons of longevity, scriptural wisdom and ability to cross the ocean. Shiva assured safety of Hanuman with a band that would protect him for life. Indra blessed him that the Vajra weapon will no longer be effective on him and his body would become stronger than Vajra. Varuna blessed baby Hanuman with a boon that he would always be protected from water. Agni blessed him with immunity to burning by fire. Surya gave him two siddhis of yoga namely "laghima" and "garima", to be able to attain the smallest or to attain the biggest form. Yama, the God of Death blessed him healthy life and free from his weapon danda, thus death would not come to him. Kubera showered his blessings declaring that Hanuman would always remain happy and contented. Vishwakarma blessed him that Hanuman would be protected from all his creations in the form of objects or weapons. Vayu also blessed him with more speed than he himself had. Kamadeva also blessed him that the sex will not be effective on him.So his name is also Bala Bramhachari.
On ascertaining Surya to be an all-knowing teacher, Hanuman raised his body into an orbit around the sun and requested to Surya to accept him as a student. Surya refused and explained claiming that he always had to be on the move in his chariot, it would be impossible for Hanuman to learn well. Undeterred, Hanuman enlarged his form, with one leg on the eastern ranges and the other on the western ranges, and facing Surya again pleaded. Pleased by his persistence, Surya agreed. Hanuman then learned all of the latter's knowledge. When Hanuman then requested Surya to quote his "guru-dakshina" (teacher's fee), the latter refused, saying that the pleasure of teaching one as dedicated as him was the fee in itself. Hanuman insisted, whereupon Surya asked him to help his (Surya's) spiritual son Sugriva. Hanuman's choice of Surya as his teacher is said to signify Surya as a Karma Saakshi, an eternal witness of all deeds. Hanuman later became Sugriva's minister.
Hanuman was mischievous in his childhood, and sometimes teased the meditating sages in the forests by snatching their personal belongings and by disturbing their well-arranged articles of worship. Finding his antics unbearable, but realizing that Hanuman was but a child, (albeit invincible), the sages placed a mild curse on him by which he became unable to remember his own ability unless reminded by another person. The curse is highlighted in Kishkindha Kanda and he was relieved from the curse by the end of Kishkindha Kanda when Jambavantha reminds Hanuman of his abilities and encourages him to go and find Sita and in Sundara Kanda he used his supernatural powers at his best.
ADVANTURES IN RAMAYANA
The Sundara Kanda, the fifth book in the Ramayana, focuses on the adventures of Hanuman.
MEETING WITH RAMA
Hanuman meets Rama during the Rama's 14-year exile. With his brother Lakshmana, Rama is searching for his wife Sita who had been abducted by Ravana. Their search brings them to the vicinity of the mountain Rishyamukha, where Sugriva, along with his followers and friends, are in hiding from his older brother Vali.
Having seen Rama and Lakshmana, Sugriva sends Hanuman to ascertain their identities. Hanuman approaches the two brothers in the guise of a brahmin. His first words to them are such that Rama says to Lakshmana that none could speak the way the brahmin did unless he or she had mastered the Vedas. He notes that there is no defect in the brahmin's countenance, eyes, forehead, brows, or any limb. He points out to Lakshmana that his accent is captivating, adding that even an enemy with sword drawn would be moved. He praises the disguised Hanuman further, saying that sure success awaited the king whose emissaries were as accomplished as he was.
When Rama introduces himself, the brahman identitifies himself as Hanuman and falls prostrate before Rama, who embraces him warmly. Thereafter, Hanuman's life becomes interwoven with that of Rama. Hanuman then brings about friendship and alliance between Rama and Sugriva; Rama helps Sugriva regain his honour and makes him king of Kishkindha. Sugriva and his vanaras, most notably Hanuman, help Rama defeat Raavana and reunite with Sita.
In their search for Sita, a group of Vanaras reaches the southern seashore. Upon encountering the vast ocean, every vanara begins to lament his inability to jump across the water. Hanuman too is saddened at the possible failure of his mission, until the other vanaras and the wise bear Jambavantha begin to extol his virtues. Hanuman then recollects his own powers, enlarges his body, and flies across the ocean. On his way, he encounters a mountain that rises from the sea, proclaims that it owed his father a debt, and asks him to rest a while before proceeding. Not wanting to waste any time, Hanuman thanks the mountain, touches it briefly, and presses on. He then encounters a sea-monster, Surasa, who challenges him to enter her mouth. When Hanuman outwits her, she admits that her challenge was merely a test of his courage. After killing Simhika, a rakshasi, he reaches Lanka.
FINDING SITA
Hanuman reaches Lanka through flight and marvels at its beauty. After he finds Sita in captivity in a garden, Hanuman reveals his identity to her, reassures her that Rama has been looking for her, and uplifts her spirits. He offers to carry her back to Rama, but she refuses his offer, saying it would be an insult to Rama as his honour is at stake. In order to give Sita faith, Hanuman gives her a ring that Rama wanted Hanuman to give her. After meeting Sita, Hanuman begins to wreak havoc, gradually destroying the palaces and properties of Lanka. He kills many rakshasas, including Jambumali and Aksha Kumar. To subdue him, Ravana's son Indrajit uses the Brahmastra. Though immune to the effects of this weapon Hanuman, out of respect to Brahma, allows himself be bound. Deciding to use the opportunity to meet Ravana, and to assess the strength of Ravana's hordes, Hanuman allows the rakshasa warriors to parade him through the streets. He conveys Rama's message of warning and demands the safe return of Sita. He also informs Ravana that Rama would be willing to forgive him if he returns Sita honourably.
Enraged, Ravana orders Hanuman's execution, whereupon Ravana's brother Vibhishana intervenes, pointing out that it is against the rules of engagement to kill a messenger. Ravana then orders Hanuman's tail be lit afire. As Ravana's forces attempted to wrap cloth around his tail, Hanuman begins to lengthen it. After frustrating them for a while, he allows it to burn, then escapes from his captors, and with his tail on fire he burns down large parts of Lanka. After extinguishing his flaming tail in the sea, he returns to Rama.
SHAPESHIFTING
In the Ramayana Hanuman changes shape several times. For example, while he searches for the kidnapped Sita in Ravana's palaces on Lanka, he contracts himself to the size of a cat, so that he will not be detected by the enemy. Later on, he takes on the size of a mountain, blazing with radiance, to show his true power to Sita.
Also he enlarges & immediately afterwards contracts his body to out-wit Surasa, the she-demon, who blocked his path while crossing the sea to reach Lanka. Again, he turns his body microscopically small to enter Lanka before killing Lankini, the she-demon guarding the gates of Lanka.
He achieved this shape-shifting by the powers of two siddhis; Anima and Garima bestowed upon him in his childhood by Sun-God, Surya.
MOUNTAIN LIFTING
When Lakshmana is severely wounded during the battle against Ravana, Hanuman is sent to fetch the Sanjivani, a powerful life-restoring herb, from Dronagiri mountain in the Himalayas, to revive him. Ravana realises that if Lakshmana dies, a distraught Rama would probably give up, and so he dispatches the sorcerer Kalanemi to intercept Hanuman. Kalanemi, in the guise of a sage, deceives Hanuman, but Hanuman uncovers his plot with the help of an apsara, whom he rescues from her accursed state as a crocodile.
Ravana, upon learning that Kalanemi has been slain by Hanuman, summons Surya to rise before its appointed time because the physician Sushena had said that Lakshmana would perish if untreated by daybreak. Hanuman realizes the danger, however, and, becoming many times his normal size, detains the Sun God to prevent the break of day. He then resumes his search for the precious herb, but, when he finds himself unable to identify which herb it is, he lifts the entire mountain and delivers it to the battlefield in Lanka. Sushena then identifies and administers the herb, and Lakshmana is saved. Rama embraces Hanuman, declaring him as dear to him as his own brother. Hanuman releases Surya from his grip, and asks forgiveness, as the Sun was also his Guru.
Hanuman was also called "langra veer"; langra in Hindi means limping and veer means "brave". The story behind Hanuman being called langra is as follows. He was injured when he was crossing the Ayodhya with the mountain in his hands. As he was crossing over Ayodhya, Bharat, Rama's young brother, saw him and assumed that some Rakshasa was taking this mountain to attack Ayodhya. Bharat then shot Hanuman with an arrow, which was engraved with Rama's name. Hanuman did not stop this arrow as it had Rama's name written on it, and it injured his leg. Hanuman landed and explained to Bharat that he was moving the mountain to save his own brother, Lakshmana. Bharat, very sorry, offered to fire an arrow to Lanka, which Hanuman could ride in order to reach his destination more easily. But Hanuman declined the offer, preferring to fly on his own, and he continued his journey with his injured leg.
PATALA INCIDENT
In another incident during the war, Rama and Lakshmana are captured by the rakshasa Mahiravana and Ahiravan), brother of Ravana, who held them captive in their palace in Patala (or Patalpuri) - the netherworld. Mahiravana keeps them as offerings to his deity. Searching for them, Hanuman reaches Patala, the gates of which are guarded by a young creature called Makardhwaja (known also as Makar-Dhwaja or Magar Dhwaja), who is part reptile and part Vanara.
The story of Makardhwaja's birth is said to be that when Hanuman extinguished his burning tail in the ocean, a drop of his sweat fell into the waters, eventually becoming Makardhwaja, who perceives Hanuman as his father. When Hanuman introduces himself to Makardhwaja, the latter asks his blessings. Hanuman enters Patala.
Upon entering Patala, Hanuman discovers that to kill Mahiravana, he must simultaneously extinguish five lamps burning in different directions. Hanuman assumes the Panchamukha or five-faced form of Sri Varaha facing north, Sri Narasimha facing south, Sri Garuda facing west, Sri Hayagriva facing the sky and his own facing the east, and blows out the lamps. Hanuman then rescues Rama and Lakshmana. Afterwards, Rama asks Hanuman to crown Makardhwaja king of Patala. Hanuman then instructs Makardhwaja to rule Patala with justice and wisdom.
To date Chandraloak Devpuri mandir is located at Dugana a small village 17 km from Laharpur,Sitapur district,Uttar Pradesh. A divine place where Chakleswar Mahadev situated.
HONOURS
Shortly after he is crowned Emperor upon his return to Ayodhya, Rama decides to ceremoniously reward all his well-wishers. At a grand ceremony in his court, all his friends and allies take turns being honoured at the throne. Hanuman approaches without desiring a reward. Seeing Hanuman come up to him, an emotionally overwhelmed Rama embraces him warmly, declaring that he could never adequately honour or repay Hanuman for the help and services he received from the noble Vanara. Sita, however, insists that Hanuman deserved honour more than anyone else, and Sita gives him a necklace of precious stones adorning her neck.
When he receives it, Hanuman immediately takes it apart, and peers into each stone. Taken aback, many of those present demand to know why he is destroying the precious gift. Hanuman answers that he was looking into the stones to make sure that Rama and Sita are in them, because if they are not, the necklace is of no value to him. At this, a few mock Hanuman, saying his reverence and love for Rama and Sita could not possibly be as deep as he implies. In response, Hanuman tears his chest open, and everyone is stunned to see Rama and Sita literally in his heart.
HANUMAN RAMAYANA
After the victory of Rama over Ravana, Hanuman went to the Himalayas to continue his worship of the Lord Rama. There he scripted a version of the Ramayana on the Himalayan mountains using his nails, recording every detail of Rama's deeds. When Maharishi Valmiki visited him to show him his own version of the Ramayana, he saw Hanuman's version and became very disappointed.
When Hanuman asked Valmiki the cause of his sorrow, the sage said that his version, which he had created very laboriously, was no match for the splendour of Hanuman's, and would therefore go ignored. At this, Hanuman discarded his own version, which is called the Hanumad Ramayana. Maharishi Valmiki was so taken aback that he said he would take another birth to sing the glory of Hanuman which he had understated in his version.
Later, one tablet is said to have floated ashore during the period of Mahakavi Kalidasa, and hung at a public place to be deciphered by scholars. Kalidasa is said to have deciphered it and recognised that it was from the Hanumad Ramayana recorded by Hanuman in an extinct script, and considered himself very fortunate to see at least one pada of the stanza.
AFTER RAMAYANA WAR
After the war, and after reigning for several years, the time arrived for Rama to depart to his supreme abode Vaikuntha. Many of Rama's entourage, including Sugriva, decided to depart with him. Hanuman, however, requested from Rama that he will remain on earth as long as Rama's name was venerated by people. Sita accorded Hanuman that desire, and granted that his image would be installed at various public places, so he could listen to people chanting Rama's name. He is one of the immortals (Chiranjivi) of Hinduism.
MAHABHARATA
Hanuman is also considered to be the brother of Bhima, on the basis of their having the same father, Vayu. During the Pandavas' exile, he appears disguised as a weak and aged monkey to Bhima in order to subdue his arrogance. Bhima enters a field where Hanuman is lying with his tail blocking the way. Bhima, unaware of his identity, tells him to move it out of the way. Hanuman, incognito, refuses. Bhima then tries to move the tail himself but he is unable, despite his great strength. Realising he is no ordinary monkey, he inquires as to Hanuman's identity, which is then revealed. At Bhima's request, Hanuman is also said to have enlarged himself to demonstrate the proportions he had assumed in his crossing of the sea as he journeyed to Lanka and also said that when the war came, he would be there to protect the Pandavas. This place is located at Sariska National Park in the Alwar District of the State of Rajasthan and named as Pandupole (Temple of Hanuman ji).Pandupole is very famous tourist spot of Alwar.
During the great battle of Kurukshetra, Arjuna entered the battlefield with a flag displaying Hanuman on his chariot. The incident that led to this was an earlier encounter between Hanuman and Arjuna, wherein Hanuman appeared as a small talking monkey before Arjuna at Rameshwaram, where Rama had built the great bridge to cross over to Lanka to rescue Sita. Upon Arjuna's wondering aloud at Rama's taking the help of monkeys rather than building a bridge of arrows, Hanuman challenged him to build a bridge capable of bearing him alone; Arjuna, unaware of the vanara's true identity, accepted. Hanuman then proceeded to repeatedly destroy the bridges made by Arjuna, who decided to take his own life. Krishna smiled and placed his divine discus beneath the bridge,and this time hanuman could no longer break it.Vishnu then appeared before them both after originally coming in the form of a tortoise, chiding Arjuna for his vanity and Hanuman for making Arjuna feel incompetent. As an act of penitence, Hanuman decided to help Arjuna by stabilizing and strengthening his chariot during the imminent great battle. After, the battle of Kurukshetra was over, Krishna asked Arjuna, that today you step down the chariot before me. After Arjuna got down, Krishna followed him and thanked Hanuman for staying with them during the whole fight in the form of a flag on the chariot. Hanuman came in his original form, bowed to Krishna and left the flag, flying away into the sky. As soon as he left the flag, the chariot began to burn and turned into ashes. Arjuna was shocked to see this, then Krishna told Arjuna, that the only reason his chariot was still standing was because of the presence of Himself and Hanuman, otherwise, it would have burnt many days ago due to effects of celestial weapons thrown at it in the war.
According to legend, Hanuman is one of the four people to have heard the Bhagwad Gita from Krishna and seen his Vishvarupa (universal) form, the other three being Arjuna, Sanjaya and Barbarika, son of Ghatotkacha.
OTHER TEXTS
Apart from Ramayana and Mahabharata, Hanuman is mentioned in several other texts. Some of these stories add to his adventures mentioned in the earlier epics, while others tell alternative stories of his life.
Paumacariya (also known as Pauma Chariu or Padmacharit), the Jain version of Ramayana written by Vimalasuri, mentions Hanuman as a Vidyadhara (a supernatural being), who is the son of Pavangati and Anjana Sundari. Anjana gives birth to Hanuman in a forest cave, after being banished by her in-laws. Her maternal uncle rescues her from the forest; while boarding his vimana, Anjana accidentally drops her baby on a rock. However, the baby remains uninjured while the rock is shattered. The baby is raised in Hanuruha, his great uncle's island kingdom, from which Hanuman gets his name. In this version, Hanuman is not celibate. He marries princess Anangakusuma, the daughter of Kharadushana and Ravana's sister Chandranakha. Ravana also presents Hanuman one of his nieces as a second wife. After becoming an ally of Sugriva, Hanuman acquires a hundred more wives. Hanuman is originally enraged at Rama for murdering his father-in-law Kharadushana. However, he becomes a supporter of Rama after meeting him and learning about Sita's kidnapping by Ravana. He goes to Lanka on Rama's behalf, but is unable to convince Ravana to surrender. Ultimately, he joins Rama in the war against Ravana and performs several heroic deeds. After the victory and subsequent celebrations, both Rama and Hanuman take Jaineshwari Diksha and become Jain Munis and achieve salvation. Later Jain texts such as Uttarapurana (9th century CE) by Gunabhadra and Anjana-Pavananjaya (12th century CE) tells the same story.
The Brahma Purana mentions that the vanaras built several Shiva lingams in Kishkindha. After his return to Ayodhya, Rama asks Hanuman to destroy these lingams, as they are no longer required. However, when Hanuman is unable to uproot these lingams, Rama orders them to worshipped permanently. The Skanda Purana mentions a variant of this story, which happens in Rameswaram. The Narada Purana describes Hanuman as a master of vocal music, and as an embodiment of the combined power of Shiva and Vishnu.
Apart from the Puranas, the Agama Saunaka Samhitha, and Agastya Sara Samhitha explains certain stories which are not mentioned in other Hindu texts along with the worship rituals of Hanuman. Recently a simple English Translation of some of stories are released as a book named Tales Of Hanuman: Tales from the eternal life of Hanuman
The 16th-century Indian poet Tulsidas wrote Hanuman Chalisa, a devotional song dedicated to Hanuman. He claimed to have visions where he met face to face with Hanuman. Based on these meetings, he wrote Ramcharitmanas, an Awadhi language version of Ramayana. The Sankat Mochan Hanuman Temple (Varanasi) is said to be located on the spot where Tulsidas had these visions. The works of Tulsidas played an important role in increasing the popularity of Hanuman worship in North India.
Durga Chalisa mentions that Hanuman leads and welcomes the procession of the ferocious lion-riding Bhavani.
The non-Indian versions of Ramayana, such as the Thai Ramakien, mention that Hanuman had relationships with multiple women, including Svayamprabha, Benjakaya (Vibhisana's daughter), Suvannamaccha and even Ravana's wife Mandodari. According to these versions of the Ramayana, Macchanu is son of Hanuman borne by Suvannamaccha, daughter of Ravana. The Jain text Paumacariya also mentions that Hanuman married Lankasundari, the daughter of Lanka's chief defender Bajramukha. Another legend says that a demigod named Matsyaraja (also known as Makardhwaja or Matsyagarbha) claimed to be his son. Matsyaraja's birth is explained as follows: a fish (matsya) was impregnated by the drops of Hanuman's sweat, while he was bathing in the ocean.
PROPHECY & LEGACY
A number of religious leaders have claimed to have seen Hanuman over the course of the centuries, notably Madhvacharya (13th century CE), Tulsidas (16th century), Samarth Ramdas (17th century), Raghavendra Swami (17th century) and Swami Ramdas (20th century).
Swaminarayan, founder of the Hindu Swaminarayan sects, holds that other than worship of God through the Narayana Kavacha, Hanuman is the only deity who may be worshiped in the event of trouble by evil spirits.
Others have also asserted his presence wherever the Ramayana is read.
“Bow down to Hanumān, who is the slayer of demons, and who is present with head bowed and eyes full of flowing tears wherever the fame of Rāma is sung.”
This can be found in other texts such as the Vinaya Patrika by Tulsidas and the Mahabharta, and in other texts with only slight variation in language. During the readings of the Ramayana (Ramayanpath), a special puja and space (asan) are reserved for Hanuman.
TEMPLES
Hanuman is worshipped by villagers as a boundary guardian, by Shaiva ascetics as a Yogi, and by wrestlers for his strength. There are numerous temples for Hanuman, and his images are usually installed at all temples where images of avatars of Vishnu are installed. Hanuman temples are believed to keep the area and surroundings free of rakshasas (demons) and other evil beings. Hanuman idols are found on mountain roads because it is believed that he protects people from accidents.
Jakhu temple is a famous temple at Shimla, the capital of Himachal Pradesh. The word "Jakhu" is derived from "Yaku"/"Yaksha". The hill is the legendary abode of Yaksha, Kinners Nagas and Asuras. The temple was founded on a plain where, according to legend, Hanuman's sudden landing flattened a hill. A 33-metre statue of Hanuman has been erected at the top of the 2,591-metre tall Jakhu Hill, the highest point in Shimla.
According to the Ramayana, during the battle between Lord Rama and Ravana at Lanka, Lakshmana, brother of Lord Rama, was mortally wounded by an arrow. To save his life, Hanuman journeyed to the Himalayas to retrieve the Sanjeevani herb. En route, he encountered a meditating sage on Jakhu mountain; as he paused to inquire about the herb, Hanuman's landing on the mountain compressed the earth, changing the shape of the mountain to its present state. In his haste to depart, Hanuman is said to have left his friends behind, and they are said to continue to roam the area even today. A temple honoring Lord Hanuman was constructed by the Jakhu sage.
The oldest known independent Hanuman statue is the one at Khajuraho, which has an inscription dated Sam. 940 (AD 883) mentioning that it was erected by Gahil's son Gollak.
Sankat Mochan Shri Hanuman Mandir, located in the Punjab town of Phillaur is one of the popular temples of Hanuman. Sankat Mochan Hanuman Temple, Varanasi, believed to be built by Tulsidas, is second most popular temple in the city.
Namakkal Anjaneyar temple is located in the town of Namakkal, Tamil Nadu. There is an 18-feet idol of Sri Hanuman in the temple facing east, worshipping Sri Lakshmi Narasimha Swami (one of the avatar of god Vishnu) in this temple. Anjenayar idol is Swayambu, believed to be growing in height; thus, temple has no roof enclosing.
Sholinghur Sri Yoga Narasimha swami temple and Sri Yoga Anjaneyar temple, located in Sholinghur, a town which is about 30 km from Arakkonam of Vellore District.Sri yoga Anjaneyar temple located over small hill containing 480 steps from ground. Lord Anjaneyar with Sathurpujam (sathur=four, pujam=arms) Sri Sangu and Sri Chakaram 2 hands and Jabba Malai and Jaba Shankaram in other two respectively facing Sri yoga Narasimha swami and Yoga Amurthavalli Thayar present over hill (periya malai= big hill) with 1305 steps from ground. Sholinghur shetram one among 108 divya desams also one of most famous temple of our Lord Anjaneya.
Ragigudda Anjaneya temple is a Hanuman temple located in JP Nagar Bangalore. The temple is located on a hillock.
The Hanuman temple at Nerul, Navi Mumbai, Maharashtra, India is situated inside SIES complex. The Hanuman idol is 10 m tall and is installed on a pedestal of height 4 m, bringing the total height to 14 m. In the picture shown, Hanuman has silver coverings (Silver Kavasam). The 33 feet Hanuman idol is carved out of single granite stone. This is the tallest single granite stone Hanuman idol in India as per the temple.
Similarly, a 10 m idol of Sri Anjaneyar was entrenched in 1989 at Nanganallur in Chennai, India. The distinguishing factor of the idol is that it was molded out of a single rock.
An 26-m Karya Siddhi Hanuman statue was installed at Carapichaima in Trinidad and Tobago, by Avadhoota Dattapeetham's Pontiff Ganapathy Sachchidananda. It is the tallest in the Western hemisphere and second tallest in the world. One has also built a Karya Siddhi Hanuman Temple in Frisco, Texas in the U.S.
The tallest Hanuman statue is the Veera Abhaya Anjaneya Hanuman Swami, standing 135 feet tall at Yerravaram, 46 km from Rajahmundry in Andhra Pradesh, installed in 2003.
The image of Hanuman is said to have come alive and moved when installed at the Shri Hanuman Mandir, Sarangpur. The temple is noted for getting rid of evil spirits.
Suchindram temple is a pious place lying about 14 km from Kanyakumari, Tamil Nadu. The temple is famous for it 18 feet tall Hanuman idol. This idol is decorated fully with butter (Vennai kappu in Tamil) and Sandalwood paste (Chandana kappu in Tamil).
In Rajasthan,Hanuman Temples at Mehendipur Balaji in Dausa district (80 km from Jaipur) and Salasar dhaam in Churu district (160 km from Jaipur) attract a large number of devotees from all over India. [{Chandraloak Devpuri Balaji}] is located in Dugana 17 km from Laharpur district-sitapur,UttarPradesh
Bhaktha Anjaneyar is Temple is located in Vedasandur, Dindigul, Tamil Nadu.
Kaviyoor is a small village about 5–6 km from the town of Thiruvalla, Kerala The Kaviyoor Mahadevar Temple here is about 100 years old and the Hanuman temple inside the Shiva temple is considered as very auspicious by devotees. Hanuman idol consecrated here is made of Panchaloha and is depicting him telling the story of Ramayana to Sita in the Asoka Vana.
Yalagur, a small village about 30–35 km from the town of Bagalkot in Karnataka, also has a temple dedicated to Hanuman.
Sri Baktha Hanuman Temple, Ramboda.Sri Lanka. Ramboda is a place where Hanuman was searching for Sita Devi.
WORSHIP
Some of the prayers, songs, mantras, shlokas, devoted to Hanuman include Hanuman Chalisa, Bajranga Baan, Maruti Strotam, Anjaneya Dandakam, Vadvanal Strotam, Hanuman Sathhika, Hanuman Bahuk, Hanuman Dwadesha, Bhimrupi Strotam, Sundara Kanda, Maruti Gayatri Mantra, Hanumansahasranam stotra (Stotra of thousand names of Hanuman), Ek-mukhi Hanuman Raksha Kavacham, Pancha-mukhi Hanuman Raksha Kavacham and Sapta-mukhi Hanuman Raksha Kavacham.
"Ram Raksha Strotam", the Sanskrit Strota, a Shield of Rama has lines devoted to Hanuman, saying, whoever, reads this, will be protected by Hanuman.
PANCHAMUKHA SRI HANUMAN
Sri Hanuman assumed Panchamukha or five-faced form to kill Ahiravana, a powerful rakshasa black-magician and practitioner of the dark arts during the Ramayana war. Ahiravana, brother of Ravana, had taken Lord Rama and Lakshmana to netherworld as captive, and the only way to kill him was to extinguish five lamps burning in different directions, all at the same instant. Sri Hanuman assumed His Panchamukha form and accomplished the task, thus killing the rakshasa, and freeing Rama and Lakshmana.
This form of Sri Hanuman is very popular, and is also known as Panchamukha Anjaneya and Panchamukhi Anjaneya. (Anjaneya, which means "son of Anjana", is another name of Sri Hanuman). These faces show there is nothing in the world which does not come under any the influence of any of the five faces, symbolic of his all around security to all devotees. This also signifies vigilance and control over the five directions - north, south, east, west and the upward direction/zenith.
There are five ways of prayer, Naman, Smaran, Keerthanam, Yachanam and Arpanam. The five faces depict these five forms. Lord Sri Hanuman always used to Naman, Smaran and Keerthanam of Lord Sri Rama. He totally surrendered (Arpanam) to his Master Sri Rama. He also begged (yachanam) Sri Rama to bless him the undivided love.
The weapons are a parashu, a Khanda, a chakra, a dhaalam, a gada, a trishula, a kumbha, a Katar, a plate filled with blood and again a big Gada.
Chitrakoot in Central India is claimed to be the resting place of Sri Hanuman. The Hanuman Dhara Temple is situated on the peak of mountain where there is natural rock formation image of Shri Hanuman inside the cave and a natural stream of water falling on the tail. It is believed that after the coronation of Lord Rama, Sri Hanuman requested for a permanent place to settle in the Kingdom of Lord Rama, where his Injury of burns on his tails will be cured. Lord Rama, then with his arrow, spurred a stream of water on the tip of mountain and asked Sri Hanuman to rest there with water of the stream falling on his tail to cool down burning sensation in his tail. The access to the cave temple is through stairs starting from bottom of the mountain to its top. It takes roughly 30 to 40 minutes to reach the temple. Over time the temple has gained a new name, namely Hanuman Dhara.
Sri Panchamukha Anjaneya Swami was the main deity of Sri Raghavendra Swami. The place where he meditated on this five-faced form of Sri Hanuman is now known as Panchamukhi, wherein a temple for him has been built. There is also a shrine for Panchamukha Anjaneya Swami at Kumbakonam in Tamil Nadu, India. A 12 m tall monolithic green granite murti of Sri Panchamukha Hanuman has been installed in Thiruvallur, also in Tamil Nadu. This place was known as Rudravanam in olden times when many saints and seers had blessed this place with their presence. The Panchamukha Hanuman Ashram itself was established by a saint called Venkatesa Battar. A four foot image of Panchmukha Hanuman has been consecrated West of Lusaka, Zambia in Oye Kapi farm.
RELATION WITH SHANI
In Hinduism, Hanuman is one of the few deities not afflicted by Shani. Hanuman is the one of the deities in Hindu religion, over whom Shani could not cast his spell. Shani could not overcome Hanuman and as such people worship Hanuman to get rid of malefic effects of Shani.
In the Ramayana, Hanuman is said to have rescued Shani, from the clutches of Ravana.
In gratitude, Shani promised Hanuman that those who prayed him (Hanuman) would be rescued from the painful effects of Saturn, which in Hindu astrology, is said to produce malefic effects on one's life when one is afflicted "negatively" with Saturn.
Another version of the encounter between Lord Hanuman and Shani Bhagavan is that the latter once climbed on to Lord Hanuman's shoulder, implying that he (Hanuman) was coming under the effects of the influence of Shani. At this, Hanuman assumed a large size, and Shani was caught painfully between Hanuman's shoulders and the ceiling of the room they were in. As the pain was unbearable, Shani requested Hanuman to release him, promising that he (Shani) would moderate the malefic effects of his influence on a person praying to Hanuman. Hanuman released Shani thereafter.
In the verse with a thousand Names of Hanuman the Hanumansahasranam stotra, Shani is one of the Names of Hanuman. In some regions of India, Hanuman is also seen sporting an iron whip akin to Shani.
WIKIPEDIA
de repente miro el celular, y leo lo que estaba escribiendo, me reia solo...
6am...
creamfields...
le saque una foto y me retir'e del juego.
el warm up a Cristal Castles fue un bardo
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pronto fotos.
Era um jovem gato tigrado, amarelo, cem por cento vira-lata. Estava sendo embebedado de cerveja por uma turma de boçais que, ainda por cima, o chutavam de cá para lá, achando tudo muito divertido. De repente, um bípede pequeno, normalmente meigo e de aparência inofensiva, entrou como uma fúria bar adentro. Deu meia dúzia de berros com os marmanjos, pôs em questão sua virilidade e a profissão das senhoras suas mães, catou o gato e foi embora, com o mesmo ímpeto com que entrara. Quando chegou em casa, a um quarteirão do Moska, pé-sujo onde se deu a confusão, a Bia ainda estava enfurecida. Esperei que se acalmasse.
Já tínhamos quatro gatos que, a essa altura, demonstravam claramente a sua opinião a respeito do recém-chegado. O que faríamos com ele? Bia sugeriu que lhe déssemos guarida até arranjarmos quem o quisesse. Encontrar lar para o gatinho não seria difícil. Passada uma semana, porém, descobrimos que difícil, mesmo, seria nos desfazermos dele: os dias voavam, e nenhuma de nós movia uma palha para arrumar o tal lar. Eu estava cheia de trabalho, a Bia estava cheia de provas. Num fim-de-semana deu praia. No outro não deu. Enquanto isso, ele ia se enturmando com os gatos da casa. Pelo sim pelo não, levei-o ao veterinário.
-- Como se chama?
Como o bichinho era teoricamente temporário, respondi a primeira coisa que me passou pela cabeça:
-- Mosca.
Na ficha, acrescentei a extensão .TMP, de “temporário”: a Famiglia Gatto sempre teve nomes com extensões, como arquivos de computador. Cátia e Tati, as mais velhas, eram .CAT; Keaton e Cotton, seus respectivos filhotes, eram .BAK, de backup. Mas como nada é mais permanente do que o temporário, o Mosca foi ficando, ficando... até nos esquecermos que estava só de passagem.
(Nota tecnológica: o DOS, sistema operacional que exigia dos usuários o conhecimento das extensões de arquivo e seu significado, foi engolido pelo Windows, em que ninguém precisa saber mais nada. As extensões dos nomes da Famiglia tornaram-se irrelevantes, um private joke de usuários das antigas, e foram ficando pelo caminho.)
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Ao longo dos anos, como costuma acontecer com os gatos, o Mosca ganhou alguns apelidos. Foi Leão da Savana porque até hoje estou convencida de que, quando sonhava, se via no alto dos seus domínios, o rei do pedaço; além disso, vivia à espreita, sempre à espera de algum gato, perna ou brinquedo para o bote. E foi, sobretudo, o Canalha Amarelo, porque, como todo malandro de botequim, era, de fato, um perfeito canalha.
Era a paixão das cozinheiras, que cortejava com a maior desfaçatez. Quando estávamos comendo, sentava-se à mesa, olhando para um ponto qualquer no horizonte, como se nada do que estivesse sendo servido o interessasse ou lhe dissesse respeito. Mas bastava que a Bia ou eu nos distraíssemos que, zás! lá vinha a pata cheia de unha, rápida como o raio, roubando um bife ou um pedaço de frango. O dono da pata voava com a presa para o quarto, onde se enfiava debaixo da cama, no único ponto da casa em que braço algum conseguia alcançá-lo -– e lá se fartava com a caça. É claro que não nos distraíamos sempre, para que ele não perdesse a emoção da aventura; e é claro, também, que sempre corríamos atrás, aos gritos, como se estivéssemos muito zangadas.
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Mosca teve duas grandes paixões: Mamãe e a Tutu, uma gatinha ainda mais vira-lata do que ele, que a Bia trouxe da rua um ou dois anos depois. Foi amor à primeira vista. Os dois viviam juntos, dormiam abraçados, trocavam manifestações constantes de carinho. Era comovente vê-los juntos.
O caso com Mamãe foi mais complicado. Começou quando ela passou uma temporada aqui em casa, e o Mosca decidiu adotá-la. Seguia-a por toda parte, dormia no seu quarto e fazia cenas de ciúme quando outro gato tentava filar carinho. Um dia, Mamãe voltou para o sítio. O Canalha Amarelo ficou visivelmente abalado. Expliquei que Mamãe mora em Friburgo, que só esteve aqui de passagem, que não era nada pessoal, mas não adiantou. Quando ela reapareceu, meses depois, fez questão de ignorá-la. Não houve agrado ou suborno escancarado da Mamãe que o fizesse mudar de idéia. Com o tempo, felizmente, a atitude intransigente passou; o Mosca não era de guardar rancor. Mas, pelo sim pelo não, nunca mais se dedicou a bípede algum como se dedicou a Mamãe, naqueles meses cariocas.
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Em março passado, caiu doente. O diagnóstico, peritonite infecciosa felina, era uma sentença de morte. A doença é altamente contagiosa entre gatos, mas como os da Famiglia vivem juntos há tantos anos, achei que isolá-lo dos demais seria não só inútil, como cruel: tirar a sua qualidade de vida, justo no fim, era coisa que eu não faria.
Graças ao dr. Allecx Ferrari, ainda ganhou dois meses bem razoáveis. Estava fraquinho, mas curtia o sol que entrava pela janela, comia com apetite, tinha energia suficiente para pular para os seus cantos prediletos e, sobretudo, passou muitas e muitas horas abraçado com a Tutu.
Na sexta passada, nem o barulho de latas sendo abertas na cozinha o estimulou a deixar seu cantinho. No sábado, o quadro se agravou além de qualquer esperança: já não conseguia sequer se manter de pé. O Canalha Amarelo despediu-se pouco depois da meia-noite, quietinho, no meu colo. Manteve até o fim o brilho no olhar que, 15 anos antes, me convenceu que, apesar da aparência singela, no peito daquele gatinho batia o coração de um Leão da Savana.
(O Globo, Segundo Caderno, 5.6.2008)
El banco de la heladería en Tres Arroyos.
Fuimos a tomar helado con mi familia.
Creo que alguien se había sentado... y de repente saque mi cámara:
"Permiso... voy a sacarle una foto al banco..."
"Otra vez vos con tu camarita" me contestaron... pero se levantaron.
:-)
.... y de repente parece que se rompe el cielo..... cierras los ojos por el destello.... al momento un sonido hace que tiemblen las piedras.... sujetas el trípode por miedo a que acabe en el suelo.... Después de un momento, de una exclamación, nos preguntamos unos a otros si has capturado el momento.
La foto se quemó, aunque he conseguido recuperarla con el filtro extractor de detalles de Nik Software, y regular el contraste y las sombras.
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En época de Deshielo, las palabras se deshacen y vuelven a formarse, con jugando nuevas otras lecturas, tal vez. Segunda parte de la threelejía poética “Al català”, iniciada con “Corto y afilado”.
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La cacería de las percepciones
Acuchillado por el éxtasis, cuesta escribir, también resulta difícil evitar hacerlo. La noche me envía un poemario de Fernando Prats. De repente, como si de una hormiga se tratara, veo las palabras danzar sobre una página en blanco. Algunas hieren, otras sonríen, las más susurran y todas callan al tiempo que prenden en llamas.
Leo como si estuviera frente a un espejo, leo sin acabar de leer. Una palabra basta. Lees tilingo y te precipitas hacia el abismo, luego subes. Un poemario mínimo, enredado, donde cada idea abre muchos caminos. A veces leo en Fernando Prats palabras-imagen que cortan el aire, otras que restauran latidos. Acabo y me rindo, la cama me espera. Mis pensamientos dejan de ser, por unos momentos, frases compulsivas. Me animalizo y sin quererlo, muy a su pesar, Ferran Prados me presta su alma.
Tengo miedo, el deshielo ha convertido en pradera lo que antes era bosque frondoso. Las palabras se deshacen y vuelven a formarse otra vez. Me siento desnudo, todo se ha convertido en superficie. Los prejuicios disfrazados de pasados se han desvestido de futuro. Leo en Deshielo un augur. Tomo la vocal alada, me tomo un café.
Llega el momento de la cruz, la moneda de la doble cruz. Releo. Revivo el amor que todavía se está hiendo y que hace mucho tiempo que ya se ha ido. Veo un círculo, un toma y daca a modo de cuerda que ata y que desata el delirio. Esto para mí es deshielo, aunque ahora sea verano, cuando lo leo. En invierno también leeré, deshielo.
Fernando, respiras ternura. Te hablo a ti como si fueras Fernando, porque yo también me he sentido Prats. Me he pinzado la espalda, me he machacado los ojos. Mucho tiempo correteando entre estos versos, me he quedado enganchado. El dolor me avisa, parece que se haya parado el tiempo, pero no, el malestar cervical me lo ha dejado claro.
Me arqueo en tus prados. Tibio y quedo, como una gota que amenaza con no desprenderse y que sin embargo acaba por precipitarse. Lobo que arrulla, mi contralogo, porque ahora que debo estar de vuelta me he quedado del revés. El deshielo de Fernando ha convertido mi cabeza en mis pies. Te aseguro que contigo hará lo mismo.
Fundes sexo con texto, hablar por hablar con desdoblar. Lo fundes pero no lo confundes porque lo tuyo es abrir caminos, no cerrarlos. El agua vuelve al arroyo, los caminos por fin son transitables después de un duro infierno con “f” de verano. Fernando lector, porque todo lector aunque ahora no se dé cuenta tendrá luego algo de Fernando. Fernando, tú que estás leyendo estas palabras no te demores. Sigue el camino. Comienza tu deshielo, luego intenta no volver a leértelo jamás, a mí ya me ha resultado imposible, de momento cuatro veces.
Un, dos, tres. Si digo algo más diré demasiado sin decir nada... Por favor, pasen y sientan.
Roman Aixendri, Campredó/Barcelona, julio de 2011.
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Diez años después de la conquista de México, el día 9 de diciembre de 1531, Juan Diego iba rumbo al Convento de Tlaltelolco para oír misa. Al amanecer llegó al pie del Tepeyac. De repente oyó música que parecía el gorjeo de miles de pájaros. Muy sorprendido se paró, alzó su vista a la cima del cerro y vio que estaba iluminado con una luz extraña. Cesó la música y en seguida oyó una dulce voz procedente de lo alto de la colina, llamándole: "Juanito; querido Juan Dieguito". Juan subió presurosamente y al llegar a la cumbre vio a la Santísima Virgen María en medio de un arco iris, ataviada con esplendor celestial. Su hermosura y mirada bondadosa llenaron su corazón de gozo infinito mientras escuchó las palabras tiernas que ella le dirigió a él. Ella habló en azteca. Le dijo que ella era la Inmaculada Virgen María, Madre del Verdadero Dios. Le reveló cómo era su deseo más vehemente tener un templo allá en el llano donde, como madre piadosa, mostraría todo su amor y misericordia a él y a los suyos y a cuantos solicitaren su amparo. "Y para realizar lo que mi clemencia pretende, irás a la casa del Obispo de México y le dirás que yo te envío a manifestarle lo que mucho deseo; que aquí en el llano me edifique un templo. Le contarás cuanto has visto y admirado, y lo que has oído. Ten por seguro que le agradeceré bien y lo pagaré, porque te haré feliz y merecerás que yo te recompense el trabajo y fatiga con que vas a procurar lo que te encomiendo. Ya has oído mi mandato, hijo mío, el más pequeño: anda y pon todo tu esfuerzo".
Juan se inclinó ante ella y le dijo: "Señora mía: ya voy a cumplir tu mandato; me despido de ti, yo, tu humilde siervo".
Cuando Juan llegó a la casa del Obispo Zumárraga y fue llevado a su presencia, le dijo todo lo que la Madre de Dios le había dicho. Pero el Obispo parecía dudar de sus palabras, pidiéndole volver otro día para escucharle más despacio.
Ese mismo día regresó a la cumbre de la colina y encontró a la Santísima Virgen que le estaba esperando. Con lágrimas de tristeza le contó cómo había fracasado su empresa. Ella le pidió volver a ver al Sr. Obispo el día siguiente. Juan Diego cumplió con el mandato de la Santísima Virgen. Esta vez tuvo mejor éxito; el Sr. Obispo pidió una señal.
Juan regresó a la colina, dio el recado a María Santísima y ella prometió darle una señal al siguiente día en la mañana. Pero Juan Diego no podía cumplir este encargo porque un tío suyo, llamado Juan Bernardino había enfermado gravemente.
Dos días más tarde, el día doce de diciembre, Juan Bernardino estaba moribundo y Juan Diego se apresuró a traerle un sacerdote de Tlaltelolco. Llegó a la ladera del cerro y optó ir por el lado oriente para evitar que la Virgen Santísima le viera pasar. Primero quería atender a su tío. Con grande sorpresa la vio bajar y salir a su encuentro. Juan le dio su disculpa por no haber venido el día anterior. Después de oír las palabras de Juan Diego, ella le respondió: "Oye y ten entendido, hijo mío el más pequeño, que es nada lo que te asusta y aflige. No se turbe tu corazón, no temas esa ni ninguna otra enfermedad o angustia. ¿Acaso no estoy aquí yo, que soy tu madre? ¿No estás bajo mi sombra? ¿No soy tu salud? ¿Qué más te falta? No te aflija la enfermedad de tu tío, que no morirá ahora de ella; está seguro de que ya sanó".
Cuando Juan Diego oyó estas palabras se sintió contento. Le rogó que le despachara a ver al Señor Obispo para llevarle alguna señal y prueba a fin de que le creyera. Ella le dijo:
"Sube, hijo mío el más pequeño, a la cumbre donde me viste y te di órdenes, hallarás que hay diferentes flores; córtalas, recógelas y en seguida baja y tráelas a mi presencia".
Juan Diego subió y cuando llegó a la cumbre, se asombró mucho de que hubieran brotado tan hermosas flores. En sus corolas fragantes, el rocío de la noche semejaba perlas preciosas. Presto empezó a córtalas, las echó en su regazo y las llevó ante la Virgen. Ella tomó las flores en sus manos, las arregló en la tilma y dijo: "Hijo mío el más pequeño, aquí tienes la señal que debes llevar al Señor Obispo. Le dirás en mi nombre que vea en ella mi voluntad y que él tiene que cumplirla. Tú eres mi embajador muy digno de confianza. Rigurosamente te ordeno que sólo delante del Obispo despliegues tu tilma y descubras lo que llevas".
Cuando Juan Diego estuvo ante el Obispo Fray Juan de Zumárraga, y le contó los detalles de la cuarta aparición de la Santísima Virgen, abrió su tilma para mostrarle las flores, las cuales cayeron al suelo. En este instante, ante la inmensa sorpresa del Señor Obispo y sus compañeros, apareció la imagen de la Santísima Virgen María maravillosamente pintada con los más hermosos colores sobre la burda tela de su manto.
LA CURACIÓN DE JUAN BERNARDINO
El mismo día, doce de diciembre, muy temprano, la Santísima Virgen se presentó en la choza de Juan Bernardino para curarle de su mortal enfermedad. Su corazón se llenó de gozo cuando ella le dio el feliz mensaje de que su retrato milagrosamente aparecido en la tilma de Juan Diego, iba a ser el instrumento que aplastara la religión idólatra de sus hermanos por medio de la enseñanza que el divino códice-pintura encerraba.
Te-coa-tla-xope en la lengua Azteca quiere decir "aplastará la serpiente de piedra". Los españoles oyeron la palabra de los labios de Juan Bernardino. Sonó como "de Guadalupe. Sorprendidos se preguntaron el por qué de este nombre español, pero los hijos predilectos de América, conocían bien el sentido de la frase en su lengua nativa. Así fue como la imagen y el santuario adquirieron el nombre de Guadalupe, título que ha llevado por cuatro siglos.
Se lee en la Sagrada Escritura que en tiempo de Moisés y muchos años después un gran cometa recorría el espacio. Tenía la apariencia de una serpiente de fuego. Los indios de México le dieron el nombre de Quetzalcoatl, serpiente con plumas. Le tenían mucho temor e hicieron ídolos de piedra, en forma de serpiente emplumada, a los cuales adoraban, ofreciéndoles sacrificios humanos. Después de ver la sagrada imagen y leer lo que les dijo, los indios abandonaron sus falsos dioses y abrazaron la Fe Católica. Ocho millones de indígenas se convirtieron en sólo siete años después de la aparición de la imagen.
LA TILMA DE JUAN DIEGO
La tilma en la cual la imagen de la Santísima Virgen apareció, está hecha de fibra de maguey. La duración ordinaria de esta tela es de veinte años a lo máximo. Tiene 195 centímetros de largo por 105 de ancho con una sutura en medio que va de arriba a abajo.
Impresa directamente sobre esta tela, se encuentra la hermosa figura de Nuestra Señora. El cuerpo de ella mide 140 centímetros de alto.
Esta imagen de la Santísima Virgen es el único retrato auténtico que tenemos de ella. Su conservación en estado fresco y hermoso por más de cuatro siglos, debe considerarse milagrosa. Se venera en la Basílica de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe en la Ciudad de México, donde ocupa el sitio de honor en el altar mayor.
La Sagrada Imagen duró en su primera ermita desde el 26 de diciembre, 1535 hasta el ano de 1622.
La segunda iglesia ocupó el mismo lugar donde se encuentra hoy la Basílica. Esta duró hasta 1695. Unos pocos años antes fue construida la llamada Iglesia de los Indios junto a la primera ermita, la cual sirvió entonces de sacristía para el nuevo templo. En 1695, cuando fue demolido el segundo templo, la milagrosa imagen fue llevada a la Iglesia de los Indios donde se quedó hasta 1709 fecha en que se dedicó el nuevo hermoso templo que todavía despierta la admiración de Mexicanos y extranjeros.
LA CORONACIÓN
El doce de octubre de 1895 la bendita imagen de la Santísima Virgen fue coronada por decreto del Santo Padre, León XIII, y el doce de octubre de 1945, cincuentenario de la coronación, su Santidad Pío XII en su célebre radio mensaje a los Mexicanos le aplicó el titulo de Emperatriz de las Américas.
Muy recientemente, el doce de octubre de 1961, su Santidad Juan XXIII, dirigió un radio mensaje a los Congresistas del II Congreso Interamericano Mariano quienes se encontraron presentes dentro de la Nacional e Insigne Basílica de Guadalupe. En este día, a las doce en punto, se escuchó la sonora voz del Santo Padre quien pronunció las siguientes palabras:
Amadísimos Congresistas y fieles todos de América:
María, Madre de Dios y Madre nuestra, esa tierna palabra que estos días vuestros labios repiten sin fin con el título bendito de Madre de Guadalupe, abre este nuestro saludo que dirigimos a cuantos tomáis parte en el Segundo Congreso Mariano Interamericano y a todos los países de América.
Feliz oportunidad ésta del 50 aniversario del Patronato de María Santísima de Guadalupe sobre toda la América Latina, que tanto bien ha producido entre los pueblos del Continente, para alentaros en vuestras manifestaciones de mutuo amor y de devoción a la que es Madre de vida y Fuente de gracia.
Día histórico aquél doce de octubre en que el grito "tierra" anunciaba la unión de dos mundos, hasta entonces desconocidos entre sí, y señalaba el nacimiento a la fe de esos dos continentes; a la fe en Cristo -"luz verdadera que ilumina a todo hombre"- (Jo. 1, 9.) de la cual María es como la "aurora consurgens" que precede la claridad del día. Más adelante "la siempre Virgen Santa María, Madre del verdadero Dios por quien se vive", derrama su ternura y delicadeza maternal en la colina, del Tepeyac, confiando al indio Juan Diego con su mensaje unas rosas que de su tilma caen mientras en ésta queda aquél retrato suyo dulcísimo que manos humanos no pintaran.
Así quería Nuestra Señora continuar mostrando su oficio de Madre: Santa María de Guadalupe, siempre símbolo y artífice de esta fusión que formaría la nacionalidad mexicana y, en expansión cargada de sentidos, rebasaría las fronteras para ofrecer al mundo ese coro magnífico de pueblos que rezan en español.
Primero Madre y Patrona de México, luego de América y de Filipinas: el sentido histórico de su mensaje iba cobrando así plenitud, mientras abría sus brazos a todos los horizontes en un anhelo universal de amor.
Abre el alma a la esperanza cuando en ese mismo Continente se viene estudiando y poniendo en práctica para elevar el nivel de vidas de los pueblos humanos. Vemos con aplauso las iniciativas encaminadas a procurar personal preparado para el apostolado a los países escasos de clero o de religiosos en el deseo de sostener su fe y de continuar la misión salvadora de la Iglesia.
¡Cuánto podrá ayudar a mantener vivos estos ideales cristianos de fraternidad vuestro Congreso! Qué altura y qué nobleza adquieren las relaciones entre los individuos y los pueblos cuando se las contempla a la luz de nuestra fraternidad en Cristo: "onmes vos fratres estis" (Mat. 23,8) según proclama el lema de vuestro Congreso. .
Y cuanto en esta convivencia alienta el amor y la consideración de una Madre común, entonces los vínculos de la familia humana adquieren la eficacia de algo más vital, más sentido que sublima el poder y la fuerza de cualquier ley.
Tenéis ahí a María, la Madre común, puesto que es Madre de Cristo, la que con su solicitud y compasión maternal ha contribuido a que se nos devuelva la vida divina y sobrenatural, la que en la persona del discípulo amado nos fue donada como Madre espiritual por Cristo mismo en la cruz.
Salve Madre de América! Celestial Misionera del nuevo Mundo, que desde el Santuario del Tepeyac has sido, durante más de cuatro Siglos Madre y Maestra en la fe de los pueblos de América. Sé también su amparo y sálvalos oh Inmaculada María; asiste a sus gobernantes, infunde nuevo celo a sus Prelados, aumenta las virtudes en el clero; y conserva siempre la fe en el pueblo.
Oiga María estos votos para que los presente a Cristo en cuyo nombre y con el más vivo afecto de nuestro corazón de Padre os bendecimos.
SAN JUAN DIEGO
San Juan Diego nació en 1474 en el "calpulli" de Tlayacac en Cuauhtitlán, México, establecido en 1168 por la tribu nahua y conquistado por el jefe Azteca Axayacatl en 1467. Cuando nació recibió el nombre de Cuauhtlatoatzin, que quiere decir "el que habla como águila" o "águila que habla".Juan Diego perteneció a la más numerosa y baja clase del Imperio Azteca, sin llegar a ser esclavo. Se dedicó a trabajar la tierra y fabricar matas las que luego vendía. Poseía un terreno en el que construyó una pequeña vivienda. Contrajo matrimonio con una nativa pero no tuvo hijos.
Entre 1524 y 1525 se convierte al cristianismo y fue bautizado junto a su esposa, él recibió el nombre de Juan Diego y ella el de María Lucía. Fueron bautizados por el misionero franciscano Fray Toribio de Benavente, llamado por los indios "Motolinia" o " el pobre".
Antes de su conversión Juan Diego ya era un hombre piadoso y religioso. Era muy reservado y de carácter místico, le gustaba el silencio y solía caminar desde su poblado hasta Tenochtitlán, a 20 kilómetros de distancia, para recibir instrucción religiosa. Su esposa María Lucía falleció en 1529. En ese momento Juan Diego se fue a vivir con su tío Juan Bernardino en Tolpetlac, a sólo 14 kilómetros de la iglesia de Tlatilolco, Tenochtitlán. Durante una de sus caminatas camino a Tenochtitlán, que solían durar tres horas a través de montañas y poblados, ocurre la primera aparición de Nuestra Señora, en el lugar ahora conocido como "Capilla del Cerrito", donde la Virgen María le habló en su idioma, el náhuatl.
Juan Diego tenía 57 años en el momento de las apariciones, ciertamente una edad avanzada en un lugar y época donde la expectativa de vida masculina apenas sobrepasaba los 40 años.Luego del milagro de Guadalupe Juan Diego fue a vivir a un pequeño cuarto pegado a la capilla que alojaba la santa imagen, tras dejar todas sus pertenencias a su tío Juan Bernardino. Pasó el resto de su vida dedicado a la difusión del relato de las apariciones entre la gente de su pueblo.
Murió el 30 de mayo de 1548, a la edad de 74 años. Juan Diego fue beatificado en abril de 1990 por el Papa Juan Pablo II y proclamado santo el 31 de Julio de 2002 . (Biografía extraída de la agencia católica de noticias ACIPRENSA).