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I love shooting pictures of people shitting, this as creative as creative one can get, shitting on the beach on the rocks is fine art , aptly tuned, as we drop blobs on the fucked canvas of our lives day after day , night after night , till we choke and the shitting , even the bull shitting stops for good.Shitting is a spirtual enterprise hold center realease like the laughter thing near Joggers Park.
Just try it out at the Carter Road, this is Bowellian Therapy
In the rains wear a raincoat, facing your ass towards the promenade looking into the eyes of the horizon do your stuff.. the feeling is one of orgiastic ecstasy.Nirvana .On your own terms.
You live long, see the Kolis , the Maharashtrian fisherman, bow legged with all the squatting, but tough, barrel like torsos , longevity guaranteed .This has nothing to do with people who eat fish dont die young.
At least in case you guys don’t agree, the fishermen will.
Shitting on the rocks, musical tones as they move out like wind touching the wires of a posterior of a harpsichord. all the ragas , my knowledge of Indian classical is limited to the Shehnai…Taal Mel of Sur and Alap…
Now move out of the arena of sea shitting come to the mainstream , see our moral police , shitting on the faces of law and order, these guys with no knowledge of Art , can talk to you about the fine line between Art and Obscenity.
Richard Gere Shilpa Shetty , a mere kiss a choreographic step, a dozen cases , beat the heat , this a shit that landed a few meters away from the doorsteps ..of the lady in the blind fold.
This is sheer travesty of the word Judiciary.
Actually Ap Ki Adalat , Rajat Sharma ,India TV have added to the woes , today Media is a parallel system of giving you instant notoriety , you are pronounced Innocent much before the courts will find you guilty.They bullshit in such a way that an anonymous arse whole becomes a celebrity in no time..
Did you know Haya Mirza , Jahnvi Kapoor was on prime time getting far greater mileage than the most sucked wedding in Bollywood, today Abhiash is synonomous with Jahnvi Kapoor , luckily Mayawatijis win in Uttar Pradesh showing the prismatic colors of Hindu Muslim Dalit in an Indian political rainbow of reality, that she won on her own steam..Samajwadi Party’s defeat they say in hushed tones is also synonomous with the Abhiash wedding..
This is shit as news and it rocks .
Kill some more pavement dwellers , get scott free with 6 months in a 5 star Hospital, at the most , you don’t have to resign to you fate for guilty feelings.. here the shit hit the wall of the prosecutors office and the local police station..
But is it their fault or the system that sucks shoddy system that sucks.This is shit that accidently got run over by Alistair Pareiras car .
A sari faux pas, well you have had it, the culture police have eyes like hawks, ears that hear , these sad lampooned elements , who have never held chalk to write the alphabet on the slate , teach you propriety , a man like MF Hussain, who has come up the hard way , reached the top is demolished by a single blow , simply because he draws Hindu Goddesses better than Hindu painters , I always thought that beneath the veneer of Hussain the painter there was a love of Hindustan.This thought is coincidental to my being from a Shia background.
And the anti Muslim painter , showing Muslims as terrorists , with all the hullabaloo , is still not going to fetch a price of a Hussain. So much for Art , its his creative expression , good luck to him, it should not bother us in the least I think so.
I think Mr M F Hussain is more Hindu than a Moslem.
But a man like M F Hussain would be equally bashed by the Muslims too, across the border I mean.
This is shitting in public, blackening faces of school teachers, this is pure Goondaism, even the cops fear the power of the cultural police.
You hold hands of your girl, you end up paying Rs 1200, extortion at all levels, at Band Stand the Hijda lifts his petticoat if you don’t pay her fast, before you lose you failing libido.
This is shitting in public.
The Hijdas private parts well they will keep appearing like breaking news before you are about to think about making love…
Ministers taking you abroad shitting on a democratic system human trafficking.
Cops playing Dirty Harry, this as bad as shit can be.They call this fake encounter killings.
This is not Alice in Gandhiland.
I give up.
Shitting in public is less evil than kissing, lip locking, or dry laundered love making, or spilling, stains that go away in jiffy with Ultra Surf.
I am all for shitting in public places.
I am the biggest Blog Bull Shitter , but I d rather be this than shit pedestrian pictures on Indian newspapers..that calls itself photo journalism.
May 17th, 2007
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You are the deep innerness of all things. The last word that can never be spoken. To each of us you reveal yourself differently: to the ship as a coastline, to the shore as a ship.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
It reads: 做清除精神污染的先锋 " fight spirtual pollution". Note the warrior is holding a book of Deng Xiaoping (sic!) and the trembling culprits are listening to music, albums, disco dance and smoke. Plus they read Chinese classics?
I often get caught up in a slight debate about what really constitutes a vacation. I strive to go on adventures. The adventure can be small or big depending on the destination and how much time I can dedicate to it, but the focus is on the discovery. Discovery of new places, new cultures, new landscapes, new foods, new scents, new experiences.
My favorite thing about flickr is all the contacts that I’ve made. I think there is quite a bit of variety in my list, and now, when I shoot, one or more of y’all will pop into my head. I’ve gotten great practical help from (Bea), chricela and Modular who develop their own film and have helped me a lot in getting ready to do my own darkroom work.
Then there are folks like BosseB timx, Zzzzt!Zzzzt! and seventytwodpi who always seem ready to drop in with a kind word.
There’s memoriesofthewind whose unique view of the world opens new ways of seeing my own surroundings. There’s Krasnyi Fotoapparat who has beautiful collection of rangefinders but does damn fine digital work; tread, Susan B and becky who inspired me to pick up a Holga, a_boot who is always doing something new and inventive like making his own lenses and was one of the very first people to comment on my photos, and Eddie Law, whose streetwork continues to just blow me away.
There’s Pharis Patenaude who not only takes great photographs but can pick and sing like nobody’s business. There’s venusthemuse who does some of the most creative work with photography that I have ever seen. Babsi Jones makes me wish I had never forgotten my Italian; Jan XVI's strong B&W imagery shows the spirtual element of photography, and vxt inspired me to get a Canonet.
Then I have some new contacts like meg greer K.Yoshimizu, noemi and i to I, whose work I look forward to getting to know better.
Last but not least is my sister, shannonbb, who was here from the start, always has good things to say to inspire me, and with whom I can talk for hours about all things photography. There a lots more on my list. Too many to mention all of them. You are all worth more than a passing look.
Anyway, the point of all this is that there is no doubt my contacts have influenced me. All for the better, the extent of which I only realized after scanning the above shot. No doubt myla kent’s work was in the back of my mind when I took this, though she is the master of window shots. I’m not sure this shot would have come from my camera before now. This shot and many more in my stream all exist at least partly because of my flickr friends. Thanks everyone!
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In Ethiopia (and Eritrea), Christmas is celebrated on January 7th in accordance with the Ethiopian Calendar. Leading up to that, pilgrims from all over the country travel on foot to the small town of Lalibela. Famous to travelers for its rock-hewn churches, Lalibela was built as a symbolic 'New Jerusalem.'
Full post: www.aisleseatplease.com/blog/pilgrims-of-ethiopia-part-1
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a very elegant young lady draws great attention with her extraordinary dress and jewelry at the litang horse festival costume show in 2006.
her headdress is a fine collection of huge amber beads tipped with coral red coral. her hair is braided into 108 strands - a sacred number from buddhism. the necklaces of dzi beads and red coral are worth a fortune - enough to buy a house in a western country. red and yellow stones and garments are spiritual colors in tibetan culture. 3 jeweled silver and gold belts are around her waist, many 24k gold bracelets rest on her wrists and a big gold ring is on every finger
to the Khampa people these ornaments have the utmost sentimental value and significance, because they are the physical remnants of generations of their ancestors hard work or success. what these people are wearing is not just their life savings, but also their family history and treasure. this culture has been around for millenia - archeological finds from the 1st century AD in the khampa area unearthed ornaments that are essentially the same in design and materials as today's are.
Khampa tibetan festivals feature some of the most astonishing shows of bejewelling in the world. Traditionally nomatter who you are in Khampa society, it would go without saying that you buy jewelry with your money, because that it the most appropriate and traditional store of money. Nomadic people naturally find precious stones and metals the most portable way to keep their wealth. Many ornaments have religious or spirtual meaning, as well as being the objects which store the family history, wealth, and show the family status.
Tali is multi-talented. Not only is she a musician but also a designer. Tali does web design, graphics and drawings. Check out her work at creative.taliesi.com. Tali is in a group, in Prague. Her boyfriend plays guitar and another person plays drums. Tali and Luned are in the UK for about a week. They had only just arrived but are enjoying it so far. They are enjoying the spirtual sites and sightseeing.
Tali was on her own when I first approached her. She let her friend know that I would be taking a few photos. When I had taken a couple shots of Tali, we went into St Michael's tower. Tali played her flute and then her friend, Luned, joined in. Flute playing was tricky because of the strong wind. Then they sang together. As they sang a small crowd gathered and clapped when they finished.
As well as photographing the friends, I also made a couple short videos which I have put on Dropbox for them. Unfortunately the audio was very poor due to the loud noise of the wind.
Thank you Tali for agreeing to be in my project. It was good to meet you. Best wishes for the rest of your holiday and for all that you do back in Prague.
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I have just come home .. my return journey from Ajmer was nothing short of a nightmare , I was 547 on the waiting list and when I entered the Ajmer Bandra Terminus Express I was 251 , I hung on and finally managed to get some place on the floor of the compartment and like a beggar I travelled in a overcrowded fucked Indian Railways train ,the westernstyle toilets were occupied by passengers and it was one hell of a journey I feel sorry for the pilgrims cheated by the Indian Railways no TC came to control the chaos there was an ugly fight and for the first time I did not shoot in the train..
This documentary began on 26 May and I just saw my Flickr blogstats ..I dont have hijra pictures that once attracted about 20000 visits to my site every day, than once I found out that Flickr members were stealing my pictures I removed all my hijra sets blogs poem from the genearl public..
Only those who know me personally , those who I add as friend can see all these pictures at Flickr.com.
On 27 May 2012 - 66123 views
On 29 May 2012 the views on my pictures was 58753..
I have shot the 2012 Ajmer Urus in its 800 years ..
I stayed with Peersaab Fakhru Miya Hujra No 6 my host.
I met my Dam Madar Malang Peer Baba Masoomi Baba at Char Year refueled my spirtual pledge as a Dam Madar too..
I shot beggars I shot the Chatti celebrations at Peersaab Fakrhu Miyas house and at his Hujra no 6.
I shot the hijras of Ajmer extensively .. I shot Raveena Kamini I shot Mona the child eunuch, I shot Naina and another child eunuch Mahi..
I shot the Hijra sandal their dance and I was carrying my grand daughter 's Canon EOS 60D..
I shot the Rafaees I gave an Antique agate necklace to Noubat Ali Baba the head of the Rafaees at Char Yar .. he was deeply touched.
I fed the poor I placed chadars for my close friends at the Dargah..
I climbed the mountains to meet a very cultured educated Malang Baba Wahid he walks with his group of Malangs from Kolkatta to Delhi and from Delhi to Japur and from Japiur to Ajmer Sharif..
My Malang brother Marc De Clercq walked from Jaipur to Ajmer this time there was a Polish photographer and an Argentian photographer walking with the Malangs.
The Polish guy I met at Char Yar he is shooting Sufism and the Malangs on film camera and point and shoot.. unique photographer with Shiasm symbols tattooed on his arms ..
I also went to Brahma Mandir Pushkar to pray for my Hindu friends but could not carry my camera within the Temple .. and I did not know who to trust with my camera I did darshan from outside the gates shot a lot of street and bought a very sharp Daggar from a guy called Tilak at Pushkar to cut my head during the Moharam ritual of Ashura and Chehlum.
I missed my Pushkar friend Niru also known as Niru Bullet he was in Thailand bought some funky earrings to push into my ear holes.
I shot the ghats with some guys from Banaras.
So this is merely an Introduction to my Ajmer Urus 2012.. I have to download the stuff ..and I am using an old picture as a fashion maker to tell the story of my other life as a Fakir a Malang and a beggar ..
I am back in Mumbai ..back into commerce and chaos.
My granddaughter Fatima was excited to see me .. but the other two Marziya Shakir , Nerjis Asif Shakir come from their holidays tomorrow.
While a bit slow and long at times, driving through Bhutan offers up a stream of beautiful scenery. The Bhutanese architectural style, which follows Buddhist architecture, is something I personally find rather enchanting. Even though it's only been a year since I've been in Bhutan, I can't wait to make it back to the Himalayas.
Ramadhan is holly month for all Muslims in the world. Its filled with prayers and spirtual rituals.
Also, it is believed that its filled with god blessings and prouspirty.
Happy Ramadhan to all of you Muslims, and Non- Muslims :)
Even though I'm not Buddhist, I find Buddhist Temples to be quite peaceful. There just seems to be such an emphasis on peace and tranquility, both in yourself and with nature. Like this little bamboo spigot flowing into the small basin. I can almost hear the sounds of the temple - the reverberations of a ringing bell, the wind rustling through the leaves, the beating of a wooden drum.
I find that kind of peace quite relaxing, which I guess is the point. Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to be a Buddhist monk, but then I remember that they're vegetarians, and there's no way that'd fly with me.
the Great Mural on the west wall of the tallahassee homeless shelter building, Tallahassee, Florida, usa.
"ALONE ALL ALONE, NO ONE CAN
MAKE IT THERE ALONE"!
That is the sentence painted on the wall.
I apologize for the strange canera angles, this mural is in a very difficult place to shoot a proper perspective! I had to stand right up next to this mural.
Please go to this Set, this mural set, to see the whole mural in its entire wall, as this mural is about 50 feet long. You then can see the mural, from let to right, in order sequence.
Yes, this mural I find very impressive.
There are all sorts of symbols here. That "statue of liberty" is really a Christian cross, and it is tipped in the same excact angle as the left hand's "beans" that make up a cross in the other great tallahassee mural, about three blocks away!
www.flickr.com/photos/freestone/22688554/
No one can make it to heaven alone, one needs Salvation and Angels, the Spirtual life of the Soul.
From the Wikipedia: "The Yazidi (also Yezidi, Kurdish: ئێزیدی or Êzidî) are a Kurdish ethnoreligious group with Indo-Iranian roots. They currently live primarily in the Nineveh Province of northern Iraq. Additional communities in Transcaucasia, Armenia, Turkey, and Syria have been in decline since the 1990s, their members having emigrated to Europe, especially to Germany.
Their religion, Yazidism, is a branch of Yazdânism, and is seen as a highly syncretic complex of local Kurdish beliefs that contains Zoroastrian elements and Islamic Sufi doctrine introduced to the area by Sheikh Adi ibn Musafir in the 12th century.
The Yazidi believe in God as creator of the world, which he placed under the care of seven holy beings or angels, the chief of whom is Melek Taus, the Peacock Angel."
"A sacred microcosm of the world, as it were, it contains not only many shrines dedicated to the koasasa, but a number of other landmarks corresponding to other sites or symbols of significance in other faiths, including Pirra selat "Serat Bridge" and a mountain called Mt. Arafat. The two sacred springs are called Zamzam and Kaniya Sipî "The White Spring".
If possible, Yazidis make at least one pilgrimage to Laliş during their lifetime, and those living in the region try to attend at least once a year for the autumn Feast of the Assembly which is celebrated from 23 Aylūl (September) to 1 Tashrīn (October). During the celebration, Yazidi bathe in the river, wash figures of Tawûsê Melek and light hundreds of lamps in the tombs of Şêx Adî and other saints. They also sacrifice an ox, which is one reason they have been connected to Mithraism, in addition to the presence of the dog and serpent in their iconography. The sacrifice of the ox is meant to declare the arrival of fall and to ask for precipitation during winter in order to bring back life to the Earth in the next Spring. Moreover, in astrology, the ox is the symbol of Tashrīn."
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I think the Buddha was probably a pretty chill guy. I mean, he'd pretty much have to be, right? A real mellow type, that Buddha. Sure, before he escaped those palace walls he might've lived a different life, but once he was on the path towards enlightenment, he just seems like a mellow fellow.
Read more: www.aisleseatplease.com/blog/mellow-buddha
While i do not agree with different beliefs that the Amish have that aren't from scripture, i do admire that they have an interest in spirtual things. The girl in the back was reading a religious book as the family clip clops down the road
Another thing that i found surprising is that the kids all seem to be tweens. Maybe there are older children that traveled separately, because the couple here aren't that young (Usually if the kids are pre-teens, or early teenagers, the parents would be even younger than me in the Amish community) Or maybe the adults here are the grandparents? I am just guessing-there's no way for me to know the family makeup here
Lali Baba at "Harishchandra Ghat" which is the second cremation ghat at Benares. He supposedly was a businessman from Bengal and left everything to embrace the path to the divine. I don't know how much truth is in that. One thing that makes me skeptical of such Sadhus is that almost all of them barring a select few claim to have been prosperous prior to becoming sanyasis and claim that they have a brother who works for India's prestigious civil services. Perhaps they were and and they do actually, but seems more like oneupmanship to me.
My remarks were quoted in a news story published here:
www.asiaone.com/News/The%2BNew%2BPaper/Story/A1Story20090...
It appears my hunch was right on, the man supposedly has a dark past, so if you are in Benares and are intrigued enough to approach this man in the spooky ghat, do that with caution. But again let not people like him deter you to interact with people and enjoy India fully, just remember to be prudent.
Otherwise known as the Elephant Cave is a fairly recent discovery that dates back 700 years. Carved out of the face of a cliff near Bedulu close to Ubud the area holds special spirtual significance to the Buddists.
A Beautiful Poem written By Dr. Diwan Singh Ji Kalepani. Just love this poem since from my childhood.
TE MEIN TUREYA HI RAHA,
KE TURIYA VADHDA HA,
KHOLOYAN GATNA HA,
KE HAN MEIN TUREYA HI RAHAN.
ONE OF NINE PHOTOS. Click the thumbnails below to see the full photos
a very elegant young lady draws great attention with her extraordinary dress and jewelry at the litang horse festival costume show in 2006.
her headdress is a fine collection of huge amber beads tipped with coral red coral. her hair is braided into 108 strands - a sacred number from buddhism. the necklaces of dzi beads and red coral are worth a fortune - enough to buy a house in a western country. red and yellow stones and garments are spiritual colors in tibetan culture. 3 jeweled silver and gold belts are around her waist, many 24k gold bracelets rest on her wrists and a big gold ring is on every finger
to the Khampa people these ornaments have the utmost sentimental value and significance, because they are the physical remnants of generations of their ancestors hard work or success. what these people are wearing is not just their life savings, but also their family history and treasure. this culture has been around for millenia - archeological finds from the 1st century AD in the khampa area unearthed ornaments that are essentially the same in design and materials as today's are.
Khampa tibetan festivals feature some of the most astonishing shows of bejewelling in the world. Traditionally nomatter who you are in Khampa society, it would go without saying that you buy jewelry with your money, because that it the most appropriate and traditional store of money. Nomadic people naturally find precious stones and metals the most portable way to keep their wealth. Many ornaments have religious or spirtual meaning, as well as being the objects which store the family history, wealth, and show the family status.
Model/modelo : Mery Jo
make up/ maquillaje: Mery Jo
Stylist , shot and edition/ estilismo,foto y edición: myself/ yo misma
One place of great importance to the Shias in India is a dusty town, with replicas of the Shrines of the Ahle Bait. called Hussain Tekri in Jaora Madhya Pradesh.Here the atmosphere is stunningy holistic, people mostly Hindus, the Shias , come here to get healed, this a town of penance , the sights you see here would give you sleepless nights for the rest of your life.This is one scary place, the cases that come here are mentally sick,demented, possessed, satanic convulsions, pulverized by a dreadful power.I had posted some of this at Buzznet , but the rest of the Cds I kept untouched, I open them up for all of you at Flickr...
Why people behave the way they do here is not my concern, I shot pictures , what is right or wrong is for the Mullahs to decide.My genre is ritualism pain blood faith, the under belly of mans primal quest to attain spirtuality ..a Lord of the Rings situation ..I fought my own devils and demons here , I had not yet been seduced by the Blog Internet or the Blog Goddess.I was a photographer shooting to make blow ups for exhibiting in camera club salons, an endeavour I gave up completely after I got baptised by Brandon Stone of Photo Blogs Org..
We were 3 famously infamous exhibitors a few years back,Mr KG Maheshwari , Mr BW Jatkar both my erstwhile photo Gurus.The third Guru Mr Shreekanth Malushte was not into this addiction.
Anyway I digress , Hussaintekri, is famous for its Chehlum celebrations, specially the Ag Ka Matam or fire walk, that I walked here but was strictly told by a photographer hating event organiser not to shoot, he had threatned to throw my camera bag in the fire..this man is Mr Yusuf Mukadam,a very conceited arrogant brash , pleasing his Sunni bosses who are the custodians of this Shia Shrine .
This is an amazing place , there is a group of Iranian hoteliers from Hyderabad ,who come here a few weeks in advance and feed the crowds free ,noon and in the night.Without any publicity or praise , all for Moulah Akka Hussain..I would love to touch their feet because the greatest service to God is service to Humanity...
They feed over a hundred thousand people , never cribbing , though Iranians are hotheaded dont take fools lightly if you are a fool and get in their way..
All the hotels are ovrer full, people sleep on the roads, in the farms, suffer, just to partake in the spirituaity of Hussain Tekri..This is a place untouched by foreigners while I was shoting there was also a Spanish couple shooting the proceedings for some channel...This is about 5 years back I think ,I am bad with dates..So see Hussain Tekri I have never gone there as Mr Mukadam and his goons wont spare me for my ire ..
I dont even sell pictures , or have any other ulterior motive , you guys are lucky being what you are being a Shia for me is perhaps a part of my karmic evolution..I could have bee an Inuit Indian in Alaska for all you know...or a Hispanic in Sunny California...My India and my Indianness , is quite different from the 1560 Indian categories on Flickr , I am not a group person, here I am a bioscope still photographer , caught in the magic of moving emotions as poetic images
Yes I am in all humilty one of the top 500 poets...in a recent survey and I deleted 1002 poems out there..poems preyed by a prose hunter...Prose to be pronounced phonetically as Firoze.
I reiterate if you are not poetic ,you cannot be a pictorial photographer.You have to practice Yogic Kundalini to become one with your photography , you have to fuck the fancy phraseology of the decisive moment , but first you must unwind the serpent within you.I shoot on one leg and my eyes closed .
Dont be confused blindness and blndfaith is what my photography is all about.
Shooting with your eyes shut is a Sufi metaphor...
More about it when we meet at Ajmer Sharif to shoot divinity in a drop of a tear,
www.youtube.com/results?search_query=hussain+tekri&se...
you can see the videos posted by Sarif on You Tube for more on Hussain Tekri Jaorah..
Today we celebrate the Law of Karma from the 7 Spirtual Laws of Success by Deepak Chopra
Remember with every choice you make today..... ask yourself: Will this choice nourish my body, mind and soul. All you have to do is notice how your body feels. You will be sent messages of comfort and discomfort...go with what feels comfortable and what will bring happiness to yourself and all those around you.
Enjoy your day!
Namaste Claire & Jennifer
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Sick this week -- hence the meds & cough drops -- but still reading! :)
The Fire -- "When Katherine Neville's The Eight appeared in 1988, it marked something new: a thriller combining history and fiction in parallel narratives that told the story of a potentially world-changing secret. One strand explored mysterious connections among real historical figures, while another followed present-day adventurers unraveling clues from the past on a perilous quest for hidden treasure -- awfully Da Vinci Code one might say, except that The Eight predated Dan Brown's novel by 15 years. Now Neville returns with The Fire, a much-anticipated sequel, but the question isn't just how she expands on that first novel, but how well she works within what has become a tried-and-true formula. In structure and elements, the new novel has much in common with The Eight: one story set in the 1820s, another in the 1990s, with characters in each period playing a high-stakes game related to a chess set that once belonged to Charlemagne. At the end of the first novel, the players learned that the board and pieces contained the formula for the elixir of life; here it's discovered that the board may hold more abstract information about natural order and balance -- the Big Picture, it's called at one point, the Original Instructions at others. Whatever it is, it seems worth killing for. Many characters from The Eight reappear, but the focus now is on Xie, a 12-year-old chess prodigy who has lost a pivotal game due to Amaurosis Scacchistica, or chess blindness -- "the failure to spot a truly obvious danger." En route to a rematch that could make her the youngest grandmaster ever, she and her father encounter even greater dangers: evidence that one of those long-buried pieces may have been unearthed, a discovery that leads to her father's murder. Ten years later, Xie, now forbidden by her mother to play chess, is summoned to Colorado for her mother's birthday party, but her mother seems to have vanished, leaving behind a series of clues, among them a chessboard laid out with Xie's last game. Soon other guests arrive, including both the opponent to whom Xie lost that game and a group of neighbors with surprising ties to the world of chess. There are eight people in all, of course. The Game is afoot once more." -- from www.amazon.com
I was really looking forward to reading this book after I finished "The Eight". I liked this book but I liked "The Eight" better. There were parts of "The Fire" that dragged on a little and at times it was very hard to keep track of the character's motivations. But I would recommend this book and "The Eight", especially to those who liked "The Da Vinci Code" or Steve Berry's books.
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The Alexander Cipher -- "Apparently everybody hates Daniel Knox, an American archaeologist turned dive instructor who is currently living in Egypt. There’s the nasty Hassan, his rich Egyptian boss, whom Daniel beat up in order to keep him from raping a young woman, and Hassan’s even nastier head of security, Nessim. There’s Gaille Bonnard, the Egyptologist who blames Daniel for the death of her father, and Nicolas Dragoumis, the wealthy industrialist whose own father seems oddly determined to ruin Daniel. Further complicating Daniel’s life is, of all people, Alexander the Great, the Macedonian king who proves that being dead for 2,300 years doesn’t mean you still can’t wreak havoc in people’s lives. After Alexander’s death, in 323 BCE, his body was brought to Egypt in a massive golden funeral carriage; Alexander’s power-hungry general, Ptolemy, stole Alexander’s body for his own purposes, and the funeral carriage vanished. Daniel thinks he knows where the carriage is, but that pales in comparison to a new discovery: artifacts that might point the way to the long-lost body of Alexander himself. All Daniel, a lifelong Alexander scholar, needs to do is keep clear of all the people who are out to get him long enough to solve the mystery." -- from www.amazon.com
I really liked this book. It was pretty fast paced and there were some interesting twists in it. All in all, a good story.
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The Destruction of Atlantis -- "All human cultures, fom classical and biblical to naive North and South American, share the myth of an ancient deluge that often coincides with a rain of fire from the heavens. Now, in The Destruction of Atlantis, author Frank Joseph links this worldwide cultural phenomenon to the story of the lost civilization of Atlantis, which in a single day and night disappeared into the sea in a violent cataclysm" -- from the back cover of the book
This book is what I originally thought Shirley Andrews' "Lemuria and Atlantis..." would be like. Frank Joseph is far more objective and far less past lives/crystal worshipping/channeling than Andrews. I'm enjoying the book so far.
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And still working my way through Bernard Cornwell's "The Winter King" and Shirley Andrews' "Lemuria & Atlantis..." (I don't care what she says, logic is NOT an obstacle to original thought or spirtual experience...I think she needs to cut down on the hallucinogenic mushrooms!)
The Winter King -- Started: Apr. 21, 2009 Finished: May 19, 2009
Lemuria & Atlantis -- Started: Apr. 23, 2009 Finished: May 20, 2009
The Fire -- Started: May 1, 2009 Finished: May 3, 2009
The Alexander Cipher -- Started: May 3, 2009 Finished: May 5, 2009
The Destruction of Atlantis -- Started: May 8, 2009 Finished: June 16, 2009
25 Book Challenge 2009 Books #24, #25, #27, #28 & #29
One of the buildings on the grounds of the Tuvkhun Monastery. This is one of the oldest monasteries in Mongolia, dating back to 1648. While it has been destroyed and rebuilt throughout its history, with the most recent restoration in 1997, it looks much older. The paint has aged and faded unevenly throughout the fences and walls of the buildings.
Tanah Lot
Tanah Lot is one of the important directional temples in Bali. The temple is located on a rock just offshore. It is said to be the work of revered 15th century Hindu priest Nirartha and forms an important element of Balinese spirtualism and mythology.
For The Sunday Challenge, "A Place of Worship."
OK, this is a stretch for "place of worship" - but the Japanese tea ceremony has its roots in Zen Buddhim. It is certainly an aesthetic practice with spiritual overtones.
My son hosted his first tea ceremony this weekend, and assisted at many others. He was assisting this host in this ceremony.
I maintain a set, "The Sacred," here:
Every year, millions of Muslims gather in Mecca, Saudi Arabia for the annual pilgrimage, called Hajj. Arriving from every corner of the globe, pilgrims of all nationalities, ages, and colors come together for the largest religious gathering in the world. One of the five "pillars of faith," pilgrimage is a duty upon every Muslim adult who is financially and physically able to make the journey. Every Muslim, male or female, strives to make the trip at least once in a lifetime.
During the days of the Hajj, millions of pilgrims will gather in Mecca, Saudi Arabia to pray together, eat together, remember historical events, and celebrate the glory of Allah.
The pilgrimage occurs during the last month of the Islamic year, called "Dhul-Hijjah" (i.e. "The Month of Hajj").
The pilgrimage rites occur during a 5-day period, between the 8th - 12th days of this lunar month. The event is also marked by the Islamic holiday "Eid al-Adha," which falls on the 10th day of the lunar month, which is tomorow ..
Happy Eid ^__^
a set of shots from my visit in summer for Omrah .. seems it's time to post them :)
hope u'll enjoy the spirtual journey ;)
He is buried in the mud, he will remain like this till evening , maghrib, he said I was mocking his penance by taking his pictures.I told him politely I wanted share his pain with others who , lived in pain, alleviating it in a different way.But he liked me, I was human, not a journo, I as a poet felt his pain as it touched me lyrically .I felt sorry for his son, who sat by his father collecting the few coins people threw at him..
Funny it takes just a coin t kill a mocking bird.
This wasa Buzznet featured photo...I doubt if I will ever go back to Hussain Tekri Jaorah, I try not to visit the city that I touch during Moharam,to add a newer one instead.I dont know where I will be I have not seen Iraq Iran or Damascus .
I will never visit Saudi Arabia where Shia spirtuality is under house arrest..
I am not at all a fan of Wahabbi thought per se...
For me Karbala is a heart beat...a cosmic reality of my Indian soul.
Coming to Flickr too, I think was pre ordained ,
My pictures live and breathe in the consciousness of your souls emulsion...unsepia stained...I moved away from I talk News but a few comments of a person endeared to my stories and pictures wrote this on my profile page that I copy here.
Her name is Janeabao , she is from Phillipines.
janeabao Fri Jun 15 17:47 MST
Where were you educated? It is very rare for photographers to have a good grasp of the language. You have both art and science in your work.
janeabao Fri Jun 15 19:48 MST
You make a very interesting member in this site. I am glad you didn't leave as you first intended. I am learning much from you.
[3] RE:2, posted by janeabao on 06/19/2007 01:33
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Firoze,
I had enjoyed your different approaches in writing and looking at things. Somewhere, somehow, you may be able to find the right site for you. The world is wide and big but we can always meet. If you cannot stay then, farewell.
Its very rarely you meet like minded soul mates on the cyberspace , that forms mutual respect adhering situation.
Actually I am not as agile flying from one web site to the other , if you click Hijdas ,Shias Sufis Naaga Sadhus, eunuch poetry, blog goddess , shia pandit, shia thug you will be thrown on my page at Word Press.Even cock as a search penetrates the silence of my webpage through Google Search.If you search for do you like it, mujra, eunuch, prostitute , you wont be able to get rid of me...even Flicker refugee is a popular tag connected to Photographer no1.
I quit Buzznet Refugee.
I am afloat on a raft at Buzznet as Shia Thug No1 sailessly sailing out of the silence of her heart..Please dont click on Firoze Shakir you will end up on Friar Tucks page ...Firoze Shakir is synonmous with what Aussies call Fuck wit...fucking wit you remain childless without becoming a father to 23 kids who all look like the neighbour hood cricket team..both sides and a refree to beat...
Thursday, Nov. 5th.
J was a bastard. This was the best one I came up with, and after writing out what I had to say and watching a show about Victorian ghosts it just popped into my head.
It took about an hour's worth of cutting cardboard, propping things up around the room, and waving my hands around to get this one, but I love it.
So, Jungian. A little background. Carl Jung was one of Freud's early protegees. He had a falling out with him and ended up founding his own crazy awesome, borderline occult branch of psychotherapy called "depth psychology", though it's usually referred to as simply Jungian psychology. While studying psychology, this was always the most fascinating branch of study for me, partly because of its heavy flavor of the occult, but also because serious material about it was almost impossible to find, and most of my professors weren't terribly interested in expounding on it, which just made the whole forbidden-knowledge angle more alluring. In the end I ended up digging up original copies of books by Jung from the early 30's at my university's library, which did nothing to mitigate the occult feel of the whole thing. Personally, I think it's the most interesting school of psychology, and the one with some of the most intriguing insights into the human condition. I highly recommend everyone go out and read a little bit of the early work. There's a lot of drek built up around it, but at least even the drek is itself fairly interesting.
Jungian psychology is one of those parts of psychology that makes psychologists very, very nervous. Most of them, in fact, never really study it beyond their introductory classes where it gets introduced as an sub-section in the chapter on Freud and summarily dismissed as a lot of unprovable, mystical metaphysics.
Which it pretty much is. However, Jung improved greatly on some of Freud's notions of the unconscious, and more or less managed to generalize Freudian theory to be applicable to most of the population. As Freud conceived it, his notions of neurosis and sexual repression were mostly applicable only to male, sexually repressed upper-class Europeans (i.e., Freud.)
Jung, however, managed to combine some of Freud's discoveries with a more intuitive and much more humanistic interpretation, and his principles of dream interpretation and of the internal dynamics of the psyche remain quite powerful and useful. He also managed to be one of the only psychoanalysts to keep their faith in God intact, though it was seriously mutated from anything that a religious American might recognize.
For those unfamiliar, Jung is the psychologist responsible for codifying the notion of the collective unconscious full of archetypical symbols and personas. In the formulation of his theory he drew upon nearly all the spiritual traditions of the human race that he could get his hands on and identified common recurring underlying themes and patterns of symbolism in mythology. This is a particularly interesting notion from an evolutionary perspective, because it would seem to point to shared neurological wiring responsible for very basic levels of emotional processing.
Jung took this further. He positied the existence of a shared psychic pool of common human experience from which the underlying symbols and themes of our dreams and religions are drawn. He argues that the many "characters" that seem to recur throughout all mythology and dreams (e.g., the "good creator mother", the "martyr or sacrificial lamb", the "evil devourer mother", the "deceitful trickster"... The list is quite extensive) are archetypes- that is, personalities that all humans have access to through their psyche. He more or less insinuates that these are the true gods of humanity, and themselves are all mere aspects of the ultimate god. He is the one who famously responded in an interview, "I do not believe in God. I know!"
This is the part of Jungian psychology that unnerves most modern scientists, and, well, it should. It's been used to pitch so many shams and quack New Age treatments that it's, frankly, embarassing.
But the thing is, Jung was probably on to something. We've all presumably got routines and patterns of behavior hard-wired into our brain as evolutionary relics, and, if so, all of humanity should share them because they probably predate the human race itself. And what's a personality besides a pattern of behavior? So why should we think it is impossible for us to encounter these patterns as characters in our dreams? Jung may very well have uncovered a stunningly deep principle of neurology, and how a seemingly mechanical system can give rise to an emergent, self-aware consciousness. We will never know until more serious researchers can overcome their aversion to anything vaguely mystical and learn to dig for whatever underlying truth might lie under the metaphysical mumbo-jumbo. Humans are capable of processing incredible amounts of information at levels below conscious awareness, and only experience the end results of it as a "hunch". Thus, it's easy to forget that sometimes the random, intuitive guess is actually the result of incomprehensibly complex mental calculations. Not always, of course, but there are exceptions.
The truth is that most people only come close to the truth. Like Freud or Jung, they blend their own expectations and neuroses into their interpretations and end up reburying whatever truth they managed to uncover under confabulations and wild speculations. This is why the anarchic, intellectual free-for-all of the modern scientific method is so valuable. Many of the religious look upon science with scorn for being constantly under revision, and see its eternal unearthing of more precise truth as an insurmountable defect when in fact it is it's greatest strength, the one that ensures that it will likely endure for the rest of human history.
And in a tangential note, if you strip away some of the more stunningly ridiculous parts of Jung's theories, you end up with a fairly interesting atheistic spirtuality. God is created by Humans to fill a void in our lives. We need meaning and purpose and to feel like we're connected to other people, and it doesn't matter if It exists or not, because It's existence can never be proved anyway, so who cares? Ironically, if you just change the fact that Jung believed in God, I actually agree with most of his propositions about the value of mystery and the unknowabiity of the divine. And I'm fairly sure that, if you were to confront Jung with some of the modern evidence that attributes some of his phenomenon to an underlying physical process, he'd just smile like the crazy bastard I'm sure he was and say that he expected there to be, so what's your point?
The Appearance Day of Srila Bhakti-Raksaka Sridhara Gosvami Maharaja
by Tridandisvami Sri Srimad Bhaktivedanta Narayana Maharaja
[Govardhana, India: October 19, 2003]
[Today, November 6, 2004, is the auspicious appearance day of Srila Bhakti-Raksaka Sridhara Gosvami Maharaja. The day was marked in Vrindaban by kirtan, glorification by five of Srila Sridhara Maharaja's disciples, and a discourse by Srila Narayana Maharaja. Afterward, there was arati and puspanjali for Srila Sridhara Maharaja led by Srila Narayana Maharaja, followed by a sumptuous feast for the 600 vraja mandala parikrama devotees. The following is the discourse given by Srila Narayana Maharaja on this occaision last year. The photos were taken today.]
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I met Prapujyacarana Srila Sridhara Maharaja in 1946, at which time he did not have any disciples. He was with my Gurudeva, Srila Bhakti Prajnana Kesava Gosvami Maharaja, from 1942. He left the Sri Caitanya Gaudiya Matha and came with Guru Maharaja when Guru Maharaja established the Sri Gaudiya Vedanta Samiti in 1942. At that time over one hundred disciples of Srila Bhaktisiddhanta Sarasvati Prabhupada were with Gurudeva. He established a Matha in Navadvipa, he requested Pujyapada Srila Sridhara Maharaja, though our Guru Maharaja was senior to him, to be president, and he used to go there to meet with him. Srila Gurudeva joined the Matha in 1915 and he took shelter of Srila Prabhupada. Srila Sridhara Maharaja joined later, perhaps in 1926, and he was therefore junior to my Guru Maharaja. Because he was a senior Vaisnava, Srila Sridhara Maharaja used to hold him in very high regard.
Srila Maharaja requested Lila-Sukha
prabhu and other disciples of Srila
Sridhara Maharaja to speak in
glorification of their spirtual master.
Srila Sridhara Maharaja, whose brahmacari name was Ramananda Brahmacari, had previously been admitted into law-college in Calcutta. One day he came by chance to the Gaudiya Matha in Navadvipa where Srila Prabhupada was residing. When he reached there he saw a brahmacari sitting on a chair, in white dress, and holding a cane. Many brahmacaris and even sannyasis were coming to that devotee, offering him sastang dandavat pranamas, and inquiring from him. Keeping his feet on the table and moving his feet, he would reply to those sannyasis and brahmacaris, and again they would offer pranama to him. Ramananda brahmacari wondered, "Who is this person in white clothing, a cane in his hand and wearing a very beautiful dhoti and chaddar, sitting on a chair? He is so young in age and yet all the senior devotees are offering pranama to him. Why? Who is he?" He asked someone nearby this question and that person replied, "Do you not know? He is Vinoda Da." "Da" means "elder brother." Srila Sridhar Maharaja asked, "Why are all respecting him?" That person replied, "He established this matha. He has taken out all the Muslim graves and thrown them in the Ganges, and in one day he changed a graveyard into beautiful gardens. He also controlled all Muslims in the area. At first, when the brahmacaris and sannyasis used to go out for begging, the Muslims would make sarcastic comments, but when he came he established the glories of the Gaudiya math Srila Prabhupada and now the devotees are respected."
Srila Sridhara Maharaja then approached Guru Maharaja, who took him to Srila Prabhupada, and there he heard very deep and powerful hari-katha. He decided on that same day to give up studying and all other worldly engagements, and join the Gaudiya matha. Srila Prabhupada told him, "It will be better if you complete your study of law and then come," but Srila Sridhara Maharaja decided not to. He left his house and joined the Gaudiya mission.
Srila Sridhara Maharaja was a very good philosopher ø like our Guru Maharaja. Guru Maharaja knew the philosophy of all the Vaisnava Sampradayas, like Sankara, Madhava, Ramanuja, Visnusvami and Nimbaditya. He knew all philosophy; it was as though everything was written on his hand. Pujyapada Srila Sridhara Maharaja was also a very great philosopher ø he was the best of philosophers.
Srila Maharaja offering arati to Srila Sridhara Maharaja When my Guru Maharaja and Pujapada Sridhara Maharaja used to discuss philosophical topics, they would defeat each other’s arguments and establish their own point of view. Guru Maharaja would defeat all of Srila Sridhara Maharaja's arguments, from top to bottom, and then establish his view. Then Pujyapada Sridhara Maharaja would defeat all of Guru Maharaja’s arguments and established his own view. Thus, by their discussions all the sannyasis and brahmacaris present would learn so much.
Each year I would go and take darsana with Guru Maharaja of Srila Sridhara Maharaja, and I witnessed how much love and affection these godbrothers had for each other. They always respected each other. A devotee may have been aged, but if he was sincere they gave him the appropriate respect; and I have learned something about this from both of them. I always give respect to my superiors. Throughout my devotional life I have given respect to Srila Trivikrama Maharaja, and Srila Vamana Maharaja, and they also gave respect to each other and to me. You should try to learn all the principles of Vaisnava etiquette. Srila Sridhar Maharaja was a great "bhakta-vatsala", that is, he was so generous and kind. Though this is something that should not be told I am bound to tell it ø otherwise you will not be able to realize his kindness. Even if one of his disciples did wrong, even if he was lusty and after having spent many years in the matha he married, even if a disciple was a great thief and stole vast amounts of money, still Sridhar Maharaja was very polite, generous, and merciful towards him. He even dragged a disciple from his household life and again established him in sannyasa. I will not tell the name of this disciple, but I think that you all know who he is. It is an open secret. I have seen so many such incidences. He was truly bhakta vatsalya.
I have heard his Sri Premadhama Deva Stotram, as well as his Sri Prabhupada-Padma-Stavakah:
sujanarbuda-radhita-pada-yugam
yuga-dharma-dhurandhara-patra-varam
varadabhya-dayaka-pujya-padam
pranamami sada prabhupada-padam
["O Srila Prabhupada, your beautiful lotus feet are cherished by millions and millions of the purest and most qualified devotees, and you are the most competent personality to preach the recognized process for this era. Your sacred lotus feet are adorable, as they openly grant fearlessness and bestow the highest benediction to all living entities. I eternally offer my respects unto that charming effulgence that shines forth from the radiant lotus toe-tips of Srila Bhaktisiddhanta Sarasvati Thakura Prabhupada."]
He composed this Prabhupada-astakam at the beginning of his life in the matha, and it still is sung in all branches of the Gaudiya Matha. This kirtana is extremely beautiful and ornamental: "Sujanarbuda radhita pada yugam, yuga dharma dhurandhara patra varam". It contains many alankara (ornaments of language) Besides this astakam he has composed many Sanskrit kirtanas and verses.
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His Premadhama Deva Stotram is dedicated to Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu. It is marvelous ø extraordinary ø and it has no comparison. Only our six Gosvamis, Srila Visvanatha Cakravarti Thakura and others like them used to write like this, and our Guru Maharaja has also written in this magnificent manner:
radha-cinta-nivesena yasya kantir vilopita
sri-krsna-caranam vande radhalingita-vigraham
["I worship the lotus feet of that form of Sri Krsna when, due to being thoroughly immersed in separation from Srimati Radhika (who is displaying mana, Her mood of jealous anger), His own dark complexion vanishes and He assumes Her bright, golden luster; or I worship the lotus feet of Sri Krsna as He is embraced by Srimati Radhika (after Her mana has broken)."
(Sri-Radha-Vinoda-Vihari-Tattvastakam, verse 1]
How beautiful and ornamental! Both Srila Sridhara Maharaja and my Guru Maharaja were greatly learned in Sanskrit. When I compare them to myself I see that I have no knowledge and no ability in Sanskrit. In comparison to them I am very insignificant and unqualified. Srila Vamana Maharaja, Srila Trivikrama Maharaja and myself at first decided not to take sannyasa because we considered ourselves unqualified and ignorant ø especially myself. Even now I am not giving anything new. Devotees throughout the world come to hear my classes, but I don't understand what is there in those classes. Then I consider that something is there, but it didn’t come from me. It came from my guru-parampara. It came from what I have heard from my guru-parampara ø Srila Rupa Gosvami, Srila Sanatana Gosvami, Srila Raghunatha dasa Gosvami, Srila Visvanatha Cakravarti Thakura, Srila Krsnadasa Kaviraja Gosvami, Srila Bhaktivinoda Thakura, Srila Prabhupada, my Gurudeva, Parama-pujapada Sridhara Gosvami Maharaja, Prapujyacarana Srila Bhaktivedanta Svami Maharaja and others like them. I never say anything new in my classes Only my voice is different.
Someone may say, "You are somewhat different from Srila Bhaktivedanta Swami Maharaja." I reply, "Yes I am different, because he was somewhat shorter than me, and he went to college and mission schools whereas I never went to such schools. He has so many great qualities whereas I have no such qualities, and there is sometimes a difference in our choice of words. We present the same wine in different bottles. The wine is not different. I am not explaining anything new. Srila Swami Maharaja has also not explained anything new, nor has Pujyapada Sridhara Maharaja. They have also given the same thing in new bottles. They presented the same ideas with different words. Srila Sridhara Maharaja and my Gurudeva have taught the same philosophy and principles as taught by Srila Jiva Gosvami. They have not given anything new. Krsna-bhakti is the aim and object of all human beings. You can tell it in a different style, but the wine must be the same. The color of the glass may change, but the wine must be the same.
Parama-pujyapada Sridhara Maharaja had a great friendship with my Gurudeva, and also with Srila Bhaktivedanta Swami Maharaja. How learned he must have been that a scholar like Srila Bhaktivedanta Swami Maharaja accepted him like a siksa-guru. Srila Bhaktivedanta Swami Maharaja preached throughout the entire world ø in every country. He brought about great change in religious practice in the world, and he has said that his diksa-guru is Srila Bhaktisiddhanta Sarasvati Gosvami Prabhupada and his siksa-guru is Srila Bhakti-raksaka Sridhara Maharaja and my Gurudeva Srila Bhakti Prajnana Kesava Gosvami Maharaja. Not only did Srila Bhaktivedanta Swami Maharaja accept my Guru Maharaja like a siksa-guru, but he accepted him as his sannyasa-guru. Parama-pujyapada Srila Sridhara Maharaja, Srila Bhaktivilasa Tirtha Maharaja and many other god-brothers were present when Srila Swami Maharaja wanted to take sannyasa, but he took sannyasa from my Gurudeva. Why? He felt, "I will take sannyasa from he whose heart is the most similar to mine." He thus came to Mathura and took sannyasa. sg_garland_sbr2.jpg - 9595 Bytes
Both Srila Sridhara Maharaja and Srila Swami Maharaja are very exalted and learned persons, following in the line of philosophy of Bhaktisiddhanta Sarasvati Thakura and Srila Bhaktivinoda Thakura.
I have spoken some points, but I cannot even touch the glories of these great personalities. They were all transcendental, and I am speaking about them from the platform of this material world, not from the transcendental world. I have not realized the meaning of transcendental. Because they are from the transcendental world, I cannot properly glorify them.
Gaura Premanande Hari Haribol.
Srila Maharaja offering a garland
to Srila Sridhara Maharaja
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From the Wikipedia: "The Yazidi (also Yezidi, Kurdish: ئێزیدی or Êzidî) are a Kurdish ethnoreligious group with Indo-Iranian roots. They currently live primarily in the Nineveh Province of northern Iraq. Additional communities in Transcaucasia, Armenia, Turkey, and Syria have been in decline since the 1990s, their members having emigrated to Europe, especially to Germany.
Their religion, Yazidism, is a branch of Yazdânism, and is seen as a highly syncretic complex of local Kurdish beliefs that contains Zoroastrian elements and Islamic Sufi doctrine introduced to the area by Sheikh Adi ibn Musafir in the 12th century.
The Yazidi believe in God as creator of the world, which he placed under the care of seven holy beings or angels, the chief of whom is Melek Taus, the Peacock Angel."
"A sacred microcosm of the world, as it were, it contains not only many shrines dedicated to the koasasa, but a number of other landmarks corresponding to other sites or symbols of significance in other faiths, including Pirra selat "Serat Bridge" and a mountain called Mt. Arafat. The two sacred springs are called Zamzam and Kaniya Sipî "The White Spring".
If possible, Yazidis make at least one pilgrimage to Laliş during their lifetime, and those living in the region try to attend at least once a year for the autumn Feast of the Assembly which is celebrated from 23 Aylūl (September) to 1 Tashrīn (October). During the celebration, Yazidi bathe in the river, wash figures of Tawûsê Melek and light hundreds of lamps in the tombs of Şêx Adî and other saints. They also sacrifice an ox, which is one reason they have been connected to Mithraism, in addition to the presence of the dog and serpent in their iconography. The sacrifice of the ox is meant to declare the arrival of fall and to ask for precipitation during winter in order to bring back life to the Earth in the next Spring. Moreover, in astrology, the ox is the symbol of Tashrīn."
From the Wikipedia: "The Yazidi (also Yezidi, Kurdish: ئێزیدی or Êzidî) are a Kurdish ethnoreligious group with Indo-Iranian roots. They currently live primarily in the Nineveh Province of northern Iraq. Additional communities in Transcaucasia, Armenia, Turkey, and Syria have been in decline since the 1990s, their members having emigrated to Europe, especially to Germany.
Their religion, Yazidism, is a branch of Yazdânism, and is seen as a highly syncretic complex of local Kurdish beliefs that contains Zoroastrian elements and Islamic Sufi doctrine introduced to the area by Sheikh Adi ibn Musafir in the 12th century.
The Yazidi believe in God as creator of the world, which he placed under the care of seven holy beings or angels, the chief of whom is Melek Taus, the Peacock Angel."
"A sacred microcosm of the world, as it were, it contains not only many shrines dedicated to the koasasa, but a number of other landmarks corresponding to other sites or symbols of significance in other faiths, including Pirra selat "Serat Bridge" and a mountain called Mt. Arafat. The two sacred springs are called Zamzam and Kaniya Sipî "The White Spring".
If possible, Yazidis make at least one pilgrimage to Laliş during their lifetime, and those living in the region try to attend at least once a year for the autumn Feast of the Assembly which is celebrated from 23 Aylūl (September) to 1 Tashrīn (October). During the celebration, Yazidi bathe in the river, wash figures of Tawûsê Melek and light hundreds of lamps in the tombs of Şêx Adî and other saints. They also sacrifice an ox, which is one reason they have been connected to Mithraism, in addition to the presence of the dog and serpent in their iconography. The sacrifice of the ox is meant to declare the arrival of fall and to ask for precipitation during winter in order to bring back life to the Earth in the next Spring. Moreover, in astrology, the ox is the symbol of Tashrīn."
Yes I have plagiarized the sensationalizing question of eminent Word Press online Journalism writer.I seek his forgiveness, but originality of my thought , could be the originality of some other persons thought too.
I recently joined I talker , a citizen journalism group, each one honestly sincerely giving his unbiased views on world news, through links words and pictures.
I joined Digg it too but I am treated as a leprous spam.I am buried with a nail stuck through my online coffin.
I am a photo blogger .
A word to be taken very seriously, as a religion.
We have a prophet , fire and brimstone he calls himself Brandon Stone.
He has his spirtual blog kingdom called Photo Blog Org.
A no nonsense Photo blog site, if this is not a photo blog it will be removed, words that evangelise on the soul of photo blogging.
I am lucky I am a member of this elitist , esoteric group..no I have not yet reached its Hall of Ill Fame not yet but I will quite shortly I am sure.
I shoot pictures that transform silence into poetry.
Ok let me talk less about myself, journalism,I talk about the watery gruel served here at home in India sucks , the same hackneyed pens blotting away half what they wont or cant write.Photojournalists , barring a few , the majority need psychiatric care, badly , pictures are awful by any standard.Stringer type .I puke putting it less harshly.The Photo editorial , well its gone AWOL…I never worked for a newspaper but I would in earlier days seeking promotion as Bollywoods Most Wanted Designer No1 would move into this ancestral printing publishing New Grub Street of a house called Times of India.
Malvika Sanghvit he ex Bombay Times editor was extremely kind she had seen me drugged Kafkaesque in the Elphinstone college archive corridors, did give me space on Mumbai Times first page in my chequred Djellaba and a Moroccan cap.
I did than her dressing her son up like Amir Khan, Aati Kya Khandala .
I used to dress up her ex Mr Vir Sanghvi who loved sleeveless Nehru jackets at Burlingtons of Bombay where I worked as an apprentice to late Mrs Shashi Kapoor Jeniffer Kendall .
So this and meeting Mr RK Karanjia for a job at Blitz , Mr Karanjia Father of Indian Press told me son , stick to your fathers trade, so from a fashion designer I downgraded myself to my present profession .. Yes I stitch celebrity clothes I call my self Tailorman.
So the curiosity of peeking into newspapers has not gone, than came Electronic media, later 20 months back I became baptized as a Blogger dipped in the Holy Waters at PhotoBlog Org.
Photo Blog is bigger than journalism, journalism seminal stained old newspaper ending up at the Kabbadi..where as we photo bloggers dead but always alive..at every click.
Google Search got a bargain for free.
We add tags Technorati, Feedburner, Delicious, all got us by the balls , free.
We write , with no syntax discipline, bloopers but fuck we are read even as a photo gallery powered by Coppermine.
We write opinionated but some guy will read out us , word of mouth our online notoriety spreads.
The hardliners, lady journalist , wannabe novelists journalistic pen pushers prostituting the written word, all out to singe our multi colored brindle toned sepia stained ass, but we are there on Blog Stats.Kicking and Alive.
I write pedestrian poetry that even Mr Saddam Late Hussain liked it posthomously I got 2350 hits in a single day.
I am not a Hijda or perhaps possess the Hijdas resilience to survive beyond the lettered word.. yes I think photobloggers are far better judge of character, when I say we I speak for a photoblogging like minded coterie like me.
Every Sunday Shobhan Saxena wears a Devils mask to scare us away, but our numbers keep on increasing..The Photo Blog of Journalism cannot die.
Dont waste your obituaries.
Dont play Misty for me.
The Photo Blog has made us larger than our puny dawrf sized life.
We dont need an Exipiry date as yet.
Beyond shelf life a Photo Blog.
June 7th, 2007