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Today's story and sketch" by me" I have traveled through the space time continuum stargate in the back of the man cave to Dimension Z-1944-1, to meet up with Rescue Randy who is here to rescue Hellga a Celestial Dung Beetle and her baby James, who were another casualty of the Texas sized asteroid that crashed into worm hole nine sending anything it hit like Randy's B&R interstellar Glider into another dimension if lucky, if not into a lot of tiny size space trash bits hurling out into deep space, just how deep or far is a guess for a Cosmologist above my pay grade, Which will be a story for another time. Hellga and her baby are lucky to be alive, her flying saucer was badly damaged but she managed to perform a soft crash landin not far from Big Billy Bolton the spirit tree, and the only shade in Dimension Z-1944-1, Big Billy was once human and married to Zooelda the Gypsy Voodoo Princess, owner of the Dimension Two Moon Pie Shop on route 66 in Broken Drum Indiana. That marriage lasted four days and three hours before Zooelda turned him into this spirit tree and sent him here with a voodoo doll for company that never stops talking, until next time taa ta the Rod Blog.
Poem.
Salmon-pink sky, silhouetted headlands and an islanded, silver-studded lake branded by the sun.
Five and twenty miles away, virtually lost in the evening ozone, the islands of Eigg and Rum fade upwards in the glare, to oblivion.
Here on the northern slopes of Morar, sheep graze, unmindful of the blinding, dazzling sunset.
Pine-fringed islands lead the eye sea-wards where a two mile river gushes the lake into Morar Bay – a white-sand haven.
Here at a five hundred foot elevation the path turns northwards linking Morar – a nearly fjord, to Nevis, a real fjord.
Mountains interspersed by east-west stretches of sea-water typify this remarkable coastline.
Bounded by fifty beaches and islands the perspectives are breath-taking at every twist and turn.
A shimmering haze suspends the senses, time seems to slow and the moment stretches, like Dali-esque “floppy” clocks.
Space, time and reality blur and merge, soothing the senses.
The moment passes, but for that moment,
Karma, Nirvana, Paradise.
Friday, September 17 2010
Last night's walk was mysterious and misty with a light that was golden magical.
Thank you FLICKR EXPLORE! and FRONTPAGE!
March 1st 2011 UPDATE:
Well, today, I'm thrilled because this photo, "ViVi in the Mist," was awarded a Special Recognition in the Light Space Time Animals contest. There were 419 entries from 11 different countries from around the world. My photo was one of 40 to receive a special recognition award. Thank you, I feel deeply honored.
Today's story and sketch by me #1339 is about the mysterious visitor who recently arrived on this Tropical Volcanic Planet we call Budahunga, it's located somewhere, in an unknown galaxy in an unknown dimension somewhere in the space time Continuum. The visitor identified himself as the Snowman, he never said where he was from or how he was able to travel to Budahunga. He only stated he had to speak with our Deputy Rescue Randy, Randy who is not only the most knowledgeable being in the Cosmos, but also the galaxies most famous Living Tissue Crash Test Dummy. Why and how the Snowman has traveled to Budahunga searching for Rescue Randy, will have to be a story for another time, until then Tata the Rod Blog.
“Time is but the space between our memories; as soon as we cease to perceive this space, time has disappeared.”
― Henri-Frédéric Amiel, Amiel's Journal.
Our time is short. I don't want to be morbid here, but every second we live we are one second closer to oblivion. We have to use every moment because as someone very wise once said (and I paraphrase), "Store up your treasures in Heaven, because nothing else ever lasts!"
I had an epiphany recently, I won't go into details, but the essence of it was this: It's great to enjoy taking photos of random things because it's all part of the nitty-gritty of life, but it's time to allow the camera to be a voice of deeper things. I will fail in achieving this goal most of the time, I assure you. But occasionally, when I allow the Spirit to lead me, sparks will fly.
I see it all over Flickr. You go through lots of wonderful, competent, beautiful photographs and then suddenly one will hit you in the face and you say, OMG! I can't define it any more than anyone can I suppose, but we just know when Transcendence hits us: A sunset, a mountain scene, a beloved pet, a portrait, a street scene involving the plight of homeless people. Deep within the image is a message that our soul begins to decode.
Please, I'm not suggesting that this experience will happen to you when you look at this photograph. The 70s Australian band Skyhooks once sang, "Ego is not a dirty word," and they were right, but it sure gets in the way a lot!
No, I don't want you to see this as an egotistical photograph. There's nothing special in the technique, and most of you know how I did it anyway. That's not the point. So a final comment and then you interpret however you like.
It struck me one day when I was at Port Arthur and the guide mentioned ghosts. Space-Time. You can't have one without the other. What if we realise that the space is exactly the same and the only point of difference is time? Imagine if we could take leave of time and live in an eternal now. All people who ever walked this space would intersect in a great communion. So that is what I am trying to express in this shot.
And that brings us back to Henri Frédéric Amiel (1821-1881) Swiss moral philosopher and poet. I mentioned in "Spirit of Place" (my previous photo) that Moderns are living in a state of forgetfulness. So then memory becomes the key to rediscovering our lost past (and souls).
When I stood in the reconstructed Taoist Guan Di Temple before the altar that was once consecrated, what if I allowed myself to re-member what that spiritual experience was like? What if I allowed myself to be transported back in time (not physically, obviously) to share that spiritual experience of my Chinese kinsfolk?
The physical is actually the least important dimension of Universal Existence. Physical universes come and go (and have for all Eternity), but that essence of Spirit or The One or God, that is Eternal, that never passes away.
Space travel can be dangerous especially when a Time Warp meets a polar opposite Space Time Continuum.
This photo, suggestive of an old-fashioned lift cage, in fact shows inside a much smaller enclosure: one of the electrode housing boxes that will fly on ESA’s LISA Pathfinder mission, planned for launch later this year. The inside of the box measures 5.5 cm on each side.
LISA Pathfinder is a technology demonstrator that will pave the way for future space-based observatories measuring gravitational waves – ripples in the fabric of space-time that are predicted by Albert Einstein’s general theory of relativity. Produced by massive accelerating bodies, these perturbations are expected to be abundant across the Universe, but they are yet to be detected directly.
Although not aiming at detecting gravitational waves, LISA Pathfinder will test the technologies that could be used for this daunting endeavour. In particular, the mission’s goal is to achieve the best free-fall ever, reducing all the non-gravitational forces acting on two test masses and controlling any residual effect with unprecedented accuracy.
LISA Pathfinder's test masses are two identical cubes of solid gold–platinum alloy, measuring 4.6 cm on a side and almost 2 kg each. Once in space, they will have no mechanical contact with their immediate environment. Each cube is surrounded by an ‘electrode housing’, its walls lying several millimetres from the cube on all six sides.
The boxes will track the positions of the test masses and apply tiny adjustments if needed. The housings are part of highly sophisticated equipment that includes a laser metrology system and several microthrusters to apply small shifts to the spacecraft’s position to keep it centred on the masses.
In fact, achieving a near-perfect gravitational free fall is very complex even in space, as forces other than gravity will disturb the motion of the cubes, including pressure from sunlight and particles from the solar wind.
The data collected by LISA Pathfinder will reveal all the spurious effects that can affect the purely gravitational motion of two test masses in space. In a full-scale gravitational wave observatory, the test masses would be contained in individual spacecraft separated by a million kilometres. Knowledge of all the non-gravitational forces acting on them will be needed to calibrate and optimise such a future experiment, enabling the detection of possible variations in the position of the test masses caused by a passing gravitational wave.
Credit: CGS SpA
photoshop . i combined one of my textures with the photo of the two trees; Then i adjusted color; lighting effects; and applied a built in Photoshop filter which gave this fractal-looking image.
This photo is dedicated to Daarks_End, a highly evolved humanoid phantasm who permeates Flickr space in all dimensions (that i am aware of ) and in most constructs of space time due to his ability to manipulate the very fabric of reality; using his goat-tee beard as a "cosmic trigger" . Just kidding. Actually i am dedicating this to Daark because he is one seriously impressive individual; whom i consider as a friend; whom i admire and respect; and because he is holding a gun to my head haha . http://www.flickr.com/photos/daarks_end/
More of this incredible cloudstuff. Trees give a bit of scale. Standing under an explosion, or a disturbance in the space-time continuum?
Please view on black (press "L").
The Dreams Of Ehnyon - Mystic Existence
With the music : Hazy - Cosmos
The lines of time and space intersect several times, and so does our existence, in a continuous transformation of learning and error, so that it may be renewed forever. The soul is not bound in temporal or spatial lines by which we can travel in it, hence some of our visions of the past or the future that we do not recognize. We all have a reason to exist, friends are not a coincidence, the people we love, the neighbors or the path we make are part of a space-time web in which we interact several times over generations.
Every act, step, look, word has repercussions in this temporal space fabric as well as in the people that surround us, we are all spirits of transformation but essentially Spirits Of Love whose mission is to protect this miracle that is Life throughout the universe !
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So sorry for the delay dear friends i will catching up during today and next days !
My best and kind regards to all ! : )
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Alicja Kwade a créé un cadre spatial composé de murs de béton, de miroirs doubles, de cadres métalliques vides qui convoque le motif du labyrinthe, et plus précisément du dédale. À l'échelle de l'architecture de la nef, cette construction génère un rapport à l'espace, au temps et à la destinée. L’artiste entend décupler notre attention, nous désorienter et mettre nos sens en éveil en perturbant nos repères. Un jeu de réflexions grandeur nature qui lui permet de matérialiser les concepts abstraits de temps et d'espace.Au sol, est disposé un ensemble de 16 sculptures que l'artiste a modélisé en s'inspirant du concept de la suite de « Suite de Fibonacci » : selon ce principe, chaque sculpture constitue la somme des deux précédentes.
Pour Alicja Kwade, cette oeuvre fonctionne telle une image qui serait en constante évolution, au gré des déplacements du visiteur. En choisissant de faire se refléter ou non les objets à l'intérieur du dédale, l’artiste pousse les images à se mouvoir, les formes à se transformer selon une logique de séquençage. Au-dessus de nos têtes plane la menace d’un inquiétant pendule en action, composé d’une horloge et d’une pierre, qui tournent dangereusement à quelques mètres au-dessus de nos têtes au bout de chaines. L’espace est envahi du son amplifié du « tic-tac » généré par l’horloge. Cette vibration sonore dans l’espace matérialise le temps qui passe. Il illustre le souhait de l’artiste de rendre palpable, visible, concrète, une notion aussi abstraite que le temps qui s’écoule inéluctablement. Il souligne également une idée d’infini et nous pose la question de l’instant présent. Où sommes nous ? Est-ce le pendule qui tourne ou est-ce la Terre sur laquelle nous évoluons sans nous en rendre compte ?
Alicja Kwade has created a space frame consisting of concrete walls, double mirrors, empty metal frames that conjure the labyrinth pattern, and more precisely the maze. On the scale of the architecture of the nave, this construction generates a relationship with space, time and destiny. The artist intends to multiply our attention, to disorient us and to awaken our senses by disturbing our bearings. A game of life-size reflections that allows him to materialize the abstract concepts of time and space.At the ground, is arranged a set of 16 sculptures that the artist has modeled, inspired by the concept of the suite of "Suite de Fibonacci ": according to this principle, each sculpture constitutes the sum of the two preceding ones.
For Alicja Kwade, this work works like an image that would be constantly evolving, as the visitor moves. By choosing to reflect or not the objects inside the maze, the artist pushes the images to move, shapes to be transformed according to a logic of sequencing. Above our heads hangs the menace of a disturbing pendulum in action, composed of a clock and a stone, which turn dangerously a few meters above our heads at the end of chains. The space is invaded by the amplified sound of the "ticking" generated by the clock. This sound vibration in space materializes the passing time. It illustrates the desire of the artist to make palpable, visible, concrete, a notion as abstract as the time that elapses inevitably. He also emphasizes an idea of infinity and asks us the question of the present moment. Where are we ? Is the pendulum spinning or is it the Earth on which we move without realizing it?
What better way to celebrate an anniversary with fireworks? Those stars are lightyears away, but they're celebratory nonetheless. Sequoia National Park is a special place, especially at night. Where else can you stand next to living beings, whose age reaches back into the millennia and centuries, and stare up into space, the cosmos, and time itself? The light hitting your eyes from the Milky Way has traveled to earth for as long as the trees you're standing next to have been growing- or longer. Realizing that, and basking in the glow of space, time, and nature, is a special experience.
Today's story and sketch "by me" I have returned to Encinitas this evening by conventional transport, in the 66 GT-350, I'm still recovering from the crash on the anti gravity zero point energy hover board that I was testing for FSU, flying stuff university. You may have read I was traveling on the board at just under 88 miles per hour, the speed needed to jump the space time continuum short cut, on my way to the Mission Beach over the line tournament, where I would have been judging the T-Shirt contest, if I hadn't hit the herd of 300 Combat Trained Nubian Goats, which had escaped from Camp Pendleton, that fighting unit will have to be a story for another time. Back to the story here at Moonlight Beach, you surely recall the story of Cupido the Living tissue Voodoo that escaped from the (Funny Farm Inn for the occasionally confused), and went into the speed dating business, he advertised by shooting would be customers with advertising embossed love potion tipped arrows. Rescue Randy captured Cupido weeks ago but many if not hundreds of his shooting victims (would be speed dating customers), are showing up every night, as if they are possessed, which will have to be a story to continue at another time, until then taa ta the Rod Blog.
The Fifth Evocation - Russian Times of Repentance by Daniel Arrhakis (2022)
The Prophecies of Ion are previews or reflections on the evolution of our times and in a creative way point to hypothetical futures of humanity.
Although they have a creative and artistic character, more than messianic predictions, they promote an analysis and discussion about our society and about several hypothetical futures that will always depend on the choices we make.
The fifth evocation is just one of the consequences of The Fourth Ion Prophecy - The Fall Of Ivan.
The next text to which I designate "The Fifth Evocation" must be seen in this context.
Russia's invasion of Ukraine was not foreseen in most astral and mystical predictions, although there was the possibility of a major conflict in the near future.
This sudden invasion has set in motion a series of events that have interfered with space/time lines in a way that could endanger all of humanity in the near future.
On the other hand, the City of Odessa is also at a confluence of hypothetical intersecting events that could trigger the Third World War.
If the war in Ukraine does not end soon, there could be several dramatic events in the world but especially in Russia...
Various celestial events point to a deadline... October 13, 2022... from this date... anything can happen...
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The Fifth Evocation - Russian Times of Repentance
"And from Siberia the winds will rise through many and rigorous winters with the strength of those who were killed without mercy and their lamentations will enter through the cracks of the houses and temples of those who were indifferent to them.
And the black frosts will freeze the fields and the hearts of those who chose to turn a blind eye to injustices as well as those who supported a brutal and senseless war.
Years of drought and extreme Summer heat will set fire to forests and wheat fields as if they were turned aimlessly, and not even the temples of faith will be safe.
And the mists will cover the silences of death with shame and frighten the nights of those who took up arms against defenseless innocents.
In the end, the ancient plagues will be unearthed like cursed herds that roam across hills and valleys so the Times of Repentance will no longer be forgotten.
And in the end, cursed be those who brought about war, famine, and death, as well as those who plundered and destroyed so many defenseless cities.
And when the Serpent reigns in the night skies, may the revolt leave no stone unturned, so that the fiery horses may lead the damned tsar forever straight to hell. "
And may the echo of memories never erase the heinous crimes that the Czar's armies carried out in the lands of bread and sunflowers.
Peace to Ukraine and Glory forever, may the memory of those who died in the struggle for freedom be forgotten no more!
~ Sylvia Plath ~
It really is turning out to be a long and hilly week, this one. How does the space-time continuum even *do* that?
Send help. Also wine. ;)
Time to just sit back and breathe in a little bit of berry magic, no?
Happy Bokehberry Thursday.
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Quick post about Instagram over on the blog, in case you fancy checking it out. :)
(Comments welcomed, btw. I am facing down a deluge of viagra and fake Gucci bag spam single-handed over there. Who knew internet spammers were quite so creative?!)
Arches National Park, Utah Slat Valley is an interesting place. It is formed because the salt formation is being squeezed down and out. There are places where you can find slick-n-side formations, rock that has been cooked by the pressure of the other rock sliding past it. One of the observations is the difference between outside the park and inside. The grass outside is eaten down to the ground by cattle and on the other side of the park fence the grass is lush and about 18 inches tall. Good thing it's a park!
En japonais, le ma signifie l’intervalle, l’espace, la durée, la distance. Non pas celle qui sépare, mais celle qui unit. En musique, c'est la pause (suspension) qui crée le rythme, inaction entre deux mouvements, silence entre deux phrasés musicaux.
In japanese, the ma means the interval, space, time, distance. Not that which separates, but that which unites.
In music, this is a pause (suspension) that creates the rhythm, movement between two inaction, silence between two musical phrases.
Florence central station, Santa Maria Novella--for some history: see my last upload. Notice the splendid row of old (B&W) photographs of famous Italian tourist destinations high on the left wall. The photographs symbolize the shrinking of space-time in the era of the station's construction; the splendor of the whole country became available to the common people with the advent of mass (railway-)transportation.
Today's story and sketch "by me", I have caught up with five window Larry and his wife Bernice they are Big Beaked Torks, from the Planet Ciconi in the Aves Constellation. Larry' and Bernice became heroes to the residents of the Playa Beautimus Retirement Resort's pet owners, since the day they opened the Playa Beautimus Pet Emporium. The "PBPE" is the only pet shop on Earth that sells the most popular Pet Pies in the galaxy, the Ciconi Moon Pies that Bernice makes fresh daily with ingredients so secret Larry has never been allowed in the underground baking bunker,. He did get very close one evening, it was after he heard a loud explosion coming from deep underground, fearing for Bernice's safety, he went down eleven floors before he had to turn back because the stench from the fermented Ciconi Batter, it was more than he could he personally endure. Larry knew the only thing he could do was call the most trusted person in the Galaxy in any disaster, Rescue Randy the most interesting living tissue crash test dummy in the Cosmos, and the most fearless First Responder on Earth. Luckily Randy just happened to be close by, bowling with Bernice's Sister Lola at the Lake Havasu Lanes. Larry called Lola, she told Randy about the explosion, all tournament play was suspended, Randy and Lola took off in his space time continuum dimension saucer, and within five minutes where at the Pet Emporium. A few minutes later Randy was being carried out of the stairwell by Bernice, seems Randy was overcome by the stench and past out. Randy was comatose for two days in a Martian Vaporizer Body Bag, and left safely laying in a flower bed before Lola was sure it was safe to open the bag, burn all of Randy's clothing, and give him life saving mouth to mouth "CPR", Randy's full recovery will have to be a story for another time, until then taa ta the Rod Blog.
This image is packed full of galaxies! A keen eye can spot exquisite elliptical galaxies and spectacular spirals, seen at various orientations: edge-on with the plane of the galaxy visible, face-on to show off magnificent spiral arms, and everything in between.
With the charming name of SDSS J0146-0929, this is a galaxy cluster — a monstrous collection of hundreds of galaxies all shackled together in the unyielding grip of gravity. The mass of this galaxy cluster is large enough to severely distort the space-time around it, creating the odd, looping curves that almost encircle the center of the cluster.
These graceful arcs are examples of a cosmic phenomenon known as an Einstein ring. The ring is created as the light from a distant objects, like galaxies, pass by an extremely large mass, like this galaxy cluster. In this image, the light from a background galaxy is diverted and distorted around the massive intervening cluster and forced to travel along many different light paths toward Earth, making it seem as though the galaxy is in several places at once.
Image Credit: ESA/Hubble & NASA; Acknowledgment: Judy Schmidt
Today's story and sketch by me #1337, is about the three Zombies that just mysteriously appeared here on this Tropical Volcanic Planet we call Budahunga. After being interviewed by Deputy Cosmo, who understands and speaks over one hundred interstellar languages, including Mumbly Zombie. Seems these three actually are Proctologists on the Planet Mumbly. Just what they were doing, when they were captured in a space time dimension displacement episode, will have to be a story for another time, until then Tataa the Rod Blog.
Today's story and sketch "by me" I have traveled through the space time continuum portal located in the back of the man cave with JB, and Rescue Randy, you can see us above in JB's "Where and When" Dial A Ride Time Machine. We have just located Dr. Raymundo Rahmoan and his assistant Doug you see below in the Doctor's 55 Cameo. The Doctor is a seasoned professional at dimension travel and was able to travel through a stargate to locate the male voodoo bird here in Dimension Z-44, the voodoo bird is a cousin of the Dodo bird, that were believed extinct until Dr Rahmoan found a colony of 700 he helped escaped from a Dodo Cook Off on Mars, which will have to be a story for another time. The male voodoo mates every 21 years for life, which in voodoo life is 600 to 900 years, the male exists so long because after the male carves tiki's into as many as a dozen Palm trees to impress his mate. When she is reasonably impressed they have a brief karmic voodoo romantic weekend, then the male escapes from his mate as quickly as possible using voodoo linear activity, flying away quickly accelerating to 88 miles per hour where he travels into another dimension. This voodoo has made friends with a spirit tree who's story will also have to be told another time, until then taa ta the Rod Blog.
Sutnar, L. Design and paper (19): shape, line and colour, New York: Marquardt and Co., 1945 (reproduced 2003).
On the 21st day of Lego Star Wars Advent Calendar the space-time boundaries are altered again and Kylo Ren meets an Imperial Stormtrooper.
Imperial or First Order a Stormtrooper it’s still a Stormtrooper and Stormtroopers follow the Tantrum Knight’s order.
Or so Kylo thought.
After have listened at Kylo’s deranged orders the Stormtrooper looks at him and exclaims:
“I don’t take orders from you!”
“What?! How dare you! You insolent white pants! Do as I command or…”
“Or what?- the Stormtrooper interrupts him- You use your powers on me?”
“Exactly!” Kylo waves his hand up and down, right and left but nothing happen.
“Reality check, psycho! In this universe there aren’t plot devices to help you. You are just the pathetic knockoff of villain you are supposed to be!”
“Arrghh! I don’t need Force powers I can…”
“What? Cutting me in half with your Lightsaber. Go and try!”
Kylo activates his Lightsaber but the energy blade can’t keep a coherent form.
“Ah Ah! You aren’t even able to build a working Lightsaber! Ahah!”
The Imperial Stormtrooper is quite amused.
“Now go back to shadow whence you came [Do you see the reference here?] before I decide to use this blaster on you!”
“I *beep* hate who writes these stories!” comment Kylo as he crawls back to shadows leaving the Stormtrooper to his own business.
May the Brick be with You :)
Ensure Leaving Your Sole Solo Soul’s Sole Mark To See On Seashores Sea To Shining Sea - IMRAN™
Even though we are often never alone - whether through work or relationships, family or friends - there is one thing we alone possess and must travel alone... our incredibly unique path across the oceans of times. Think about it.
Out of the literally infinite combinations of possibilities in the known universe, we are absolutely the only ones to have traveled our individual journey across the space time continuum. No matter who comes into or goes out of our lives.
We are the only ones who can, and who must, choose to be shining stars in the heavens of human greatness — from the decisions we make today, the actions we take, right here, right now. Those choices, every minute, every day, starting this very moment, set the course of our walk through life on this planet’s star-walk through the cosmos.
We bear sole responsibility to ensure we walk on the seashore separating the sands that have already passed through our hourglass, and the limitless oceans of possibility alongside us, leaving us a chance to still carve our own path, craving leaving a meaningful mark, on the sandy beach that still lies awaiting ahead.
Our soul, solo traveler temporarily riding the solar system’s journey through a brief eternity, bears sole responsibility to leave a meaningful mark of soles that can be seen along the seashores, from sea to shining sea.
Come along, my precious fellow-traveller through time and I will guide your path when you need me to. But get ready to explore farther than you imagined.
Dare to bare your soul, my dear. Hold my hand and press your sole into the sand. Leave your mark, everywhere, my beloved, forever,.... But step on it.... for time and tide wait for no man, or woman.
© 2020 IMRAN™
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