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This is one of my favorite shots from my last shoot, it almost looks like the water is stabbing her and going inside her chest.
Its crazy the way a camera can capture water, i love itt.
This surrender card is more about the surrender to one's talent, and to one's need to reinvent oneself, than it is about the surrender to God (as in the Sufi Dervish card) -- but perhaps these are not different?
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01-This is the front of the Karlshorst Berlin May 8th 1945 Surrender building. The sign at the gate says that the Russian-German Museum is closed due to renovations. Notice the T-34 tank at the left side of the building.
Inside the grounds of Raglan Castle. The first castle at Raglan was a Norman motte and bailey which survived until the early 15th century when it came into the hands of Sir William ap Thomas, a Welsh knight who had fought at Agincourt (1415). About 1435 he began building the Great Tower, an unusual hexagonal keep, surrounded by its own moat. The yellow stone from which it was built gave it its name, the Yellow Tower of Gwent.
Sir William's son, William Herbert, Earl of Pembroke, carried on the work and added a great gatehouse and lavish accommodation. The last major period of building was carried out by William Somerset, Earl of Worcester (1548-89), who was responsible for improvements to the Great Hall.
During the Civil War the castle was held for the king, and in June 1646 came under attack from the Parliamentary forces led by Sir Thomas Fairfax. After suffering heavy bombardment for several weeks, in one of the longest sieges of the war, the castle finally surrendered. The castle was slighted by the victorious Parliamentarians, and after considerable effort they managed to topple two sides of the Great Tower. Further damage was caused when the Duke of Beaufort ransacked the castle for fittings for his new home at Badminton, leaving Raglan a derelict ruin.
It is currently managed by CADW
This weekend's activities revolved around the Sudarshana Chakra, Lord Narayanaya's famed spiritual weapon. Known for its protection of the surrendered devotees and its destruction of all negative forces, it was a timely focus for these days of Covid-19 and the fear that seems so prevalent in the world today.
Saturday started with Guru puja, followed by Kalash puja, and then the Sudarshana Yajna began. For this event, not only the main yajna kund was used, but eight individual kunds were placed around the Sudarshana murti located in front of the main temple. Simultaneously, 50 individually-sponsored yajnas were performed on the back lawn by Residents of The Ashram. After the yajnas, Gurudev also performed an abhishekam ceremony on the large murti.
The entire event was livestreamed and commented on by Rishis and Swamis who gave insights into the significance of the Sudarshana Chakra and told personal stories. On Sunday morning, Gurudev joined the prayers to sing a variety of beautiful bhajans, too.
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REOCCUPATION OF PENANG
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Allied Forces liberated Penang at the end of August. Jap surrender party signed off the war aboard HMS Nelson lying off Georgetown.
Rear Admiral BAZUDI, Flag Officer Commanding Jap Forces, Penang, signs surrender document after deliberation. Watching him is the Jap Lt. Governor of Penang (right) and scowling Captain HIDAKA, Chief of Staff to the Jap Admiral.
SPU/783 Sept '45 - INTERSERVICES PUBLIC RELATIONS DIRECTORATE (INDIA)
My Mind Control.
I-I-I-I'm an alien from outer space (outer space)
I'm a cybergirl without a face, a heart, or a mind
(I'm a product of metal x2, I'm a product of the man)
See see see see see, I'm a slave girl without a race (without a face)
On the run cause they're here to erase and chase my kind
(They've come to destroy me x3)
And I think to myself
(Impossibly, they're gunning for me)
Wait, it's impossible
Now they're gunning for me (and the Pawn is after you)
And now they're after you (For loving, too)
And all the sirens go dooodooo
(Sirens go doodoodooodoo doodooodoodoooo...)
Doodooooo doodoooo doodooooo
Ohhh baby! Ooh, you know the rules
I love you and I won't take no for an answer
They say that Violet Stars will set you free (set you free)
When you're running lost and alone (Follow them down)
Up Neon Valley streets (up Neon Valley streets)
A pretty day makes a pretty picture (pretty picture)
But fall in love and they're coming to getcha
Who knew 10 men with guns were at the door (at the door)
The droid control?! (the Droid Control... The Droid CONTROL!?!!)
(Impossibly, they're gunning for me)
Wait, that's impossible that they're gunning for me (and now the Pawn is after you)
And now they're after you (for loving, too)
Baby, I hear the sirens go dooodooooo
(Sirens go doodoodooodoo doodooodoodoooo...)
Doodooooo doodoooo doodooooo
Come on Baby, 'cause here they come now (You know the rules)
[[ [Sounds of escape and chase]
["(...I see it...go this way go this way go this way... out the window. Out the window!
Don't let it get out the window!!"]
["Alllll my cyboys and cybergirls! Get Up if you gon' get Down! Citizens, pull your pants UP,
and cyborgs pull your pants Down! Down yo' ankles and show yo' rust, shake yo' chain - you
know it's a must! Now, oh, uh, Cindy Mayweather: get on up here and just... baby, lemme
just see ya Squeak!"] ]]
And I love my baby so (Impossibly, they're gunning for me)
I said I love my baby so (and now the Pawn is after you)
And he loves me too (for loving, too)
He loves me too, he loves me too!
(Sirens go doodoodooodoo doodooodoodoooo...)
Doooodoooodooooo...
I said OHH! (You know the rules) I said OHH! Oh, baby!
(Impossibly, they're gunning for me, and now the Pawn is after you for loving, too)
(Sirens go doodoodooodoo doodooodoodoooo...)
Oh, oh, oh, OWW!
I surrender... last one from Ultimate... the rest shall reside in the archive hard drive :)
They (the blue team) won btw... I believe it was something like 11-8?
As I was walking down this path by myself an inner fear gripped me because the majority of the people at the park were either families or couples, and I started asking myself, “What if I never get married? What if I never have a life partner?” That thought scared me because knowing myself I knew that I could very easily live my life without getting married. That fear stayed with me for few more minutes then I started singing to myself some of my favourite Christian songs such as, “I Have Decided to Follow Jesus”, “Heart of Worship”, and “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross” and the fear slowly disappeared.
Then I thought why do we have those inner fears? And it seems the answer is because we have not surrendered ourselves completely to God and His will—there are still some areas of our lives we have control of, or at least partial control of.
Now, I will share with you a fear I had when I was around the age of 8 which I have not told anyone about it until now. (I must warn you though that the description won’t be pretty, actually grotesque at times, so read at your own risk.)
In February of 1991 during the Gulf War the U.S. bombed a civilian shelter in Baghdad called Malja Al-Amiriya (The Amiriya Shelter). (‘Al’ in Arabic is simply ‘the’ but the Arabic language requires the use of ‘the’ often, especially before nouns; that’s why words that are Arabic in origin such as ‘alcohol’ and ‘algebra’ are usually prefixed by ‘al’. ‘Malja’ means ‘shelter’, and ‘Amiriya’ is just the name of a neighbourhood in Baghdad.) There were over 400 (according to the Iraqi government) women, men and children in the shelter--but mostly were women and children—that were killed. (I am not aware of any survivors except one woman, and I don’t know if died from her injuries later on or not.) In Iraq men usually don’t go to shelters because if they do thieves will rob their homes and steal their cars so they stay home to protect their property.
The American bomber(s) dropped a bomb to make a whole in the roof of the shelter which was few feet thick. (You will have to check for accurate numbers and facts because I am telling almost everything from memory which of course is not 100% accurate.) The shelter after all was built to withstand a nuclear attack on Baghdad during the Iraq-Iran war in the 1980s. Fifteen minutes later, the second bomb simply dropped into the shelter through the hole the first bomb made and exploded; it was not designed to penetrate thick concrete like the first bomb but to simply kill whether by explosion or by fire.
After the first explosion the doors were shut either because the shelter was designed to protect people from outer explosion--nobody thought people would die if they stayed in it—or because the door opened to the inside which means if the explosion happened on the inside then the doors would jam. People in the neighbourhood could hear desperate cries and frantic knocks on the door, but nobody was able to open it—those were huge doors. By the time the rescue arrived, the second bomb was already dropped and almost all were dead.
The shelter was made of two floors. The people on the first floor were killed by the explosion and fire. The people on the second floor died from the intense heat of the exploding water boilers; the water rose to 3 feet high.
Today Malja Al-Amiriya is kept the way it was after the attack as a memorial place for the victims. You can still see the imprints of human flesh on the walls and floors because of the intense heat. You can see palm prints all over the walls and doors of human skin, flesh and blood prints too. In the lower floor you can even see where the hot water receded at 3 feet high. Most people there were boiled to death by steam and hot water.
I was 8 years old at the time and the Iraqi government took the opportunity to show footages of the aftermath live on TV. Of course, any government run by educated men would know better than to show something like this on public TV, but Saddam was probably just too happy for such an opportunity to show the world the heinous crime his enemies committed. As an eight years old I doubt I had seen a dead person before, nevertheless a completely charred unrecognizable dead human body or human parts.
When I saw those dead bodies I was so scared, and as a child your imagination plays a big part of how you think. I was scared for weeks afterwards. The bombing of Malja Al-Amiriya was in mid February, that’s winter time in Iraq. And because it was winter time my mom would turn on the oil heater for hours before we (my sister and I) went to sleep and she would closes the door to our bedroom. By then the bedroom is way too hot to sleep with a cover. But because I was so scared of those images of burned bodies I would cover all my body with the blanket, and tuck it under me on all sides, and never stick my head out from underneath the blanket until morning!
Even though my parents had put a night light in our bedroom--because my mom didn’t want us to wake up at night and hit our toes against the furniture of something—still I was way too scared at night. And for a couple of hours I would be sweating to the point where I could hardly breathe sometimes, but I had no other choice because fear gripped me. I would stay awake for those couple of hours until I would fall asleep of exhaustion. This went on for few weeks starting February 13 of every year for few years, as the footages were repeatedly showed on TV year after year.
Then I kind of grew older and started thinking differently. But something happened that I believe had made a big difference in regard to that fear I had. One of my best neighbourhood friends had an uncle (his youngest uncle) burned with gas explosion (or something like that) when he was a child. His uncle survived and was in his late 20 at the time when I was about 15 years old. I had seen him from a distance when he came to visit my neighbour’s house but never close.
In Iraq we had a small convenience store built in the house and so one day as I was sitting in the store my friend’s uncle came to buy something. He was disfigured beyond measures: his ears were just small heaps of flesh; his eye lids were gone; what’s left of his fingers were no more than half an inch long; his nose was featureless; he had no lips or describable cheeks. He came in and asked for what he wanted and I had to take the money from his hand, and out of politeness I did. I gave him what he wanted and he was very (VERY) polite and said thank you, and in Iraq it is disrespectful if you don’t look at somebody in the eyes when they speak to you so I looked at him.
And you know what? He was beautiful. He was not ugly--certainly not scary. He by no means looked evil. He was a victim. Here is a young man in his late 20s who because of this tragic accident that happened to him when he was a child never finished school, can’t get a job, probably didn’t have anybody who could associate with what he was going through, every time he looked in the mirror he wondered how he, and his life, would be different if he was not burned so badly many years ago. Here is a young man who will never get married; never know how it feels to love and be loved by a woman; never be called “daddy”. And here I was, just a silly kid, scared of him. To be honest, when I looked into his eyes it looked like he was more scared by others than others scared by him.
And he acted like any man in his late 20s! He loved to fly kites, play soccer, chess, and marble balls (he would squeeze the marble ball between his fingers; and man, was he good at it or what!). He even took good care of his clothing and even though his forehead was partially burned too he took good care of his hair. And he was in great shape too. He obviously felt young.
When I became a Christian at the age of 16 most of my fears disappeared especially my fear of death. It completely vanished. However, other fears emerged and I think now it is a good time to remind ourselves that not all fears are bad. Some fears are healthy fears, such as being scared of lions!
In 2003 after my Lord Jesus Christ freed me from pornography I took a free online course at Setting Captives Free and they said that I must have an accountability partner to be free from pornography for real, because almost all the people who enrol in their program and have no accountability partners they fall again back into pornography and addiction to it. This scared me to death! I thought, “What if I fall back into pornography again? What do I do then? Will I spend all my life being a slave to it? How will I even continue my life in this muddy sinking ground called pornography?”
I didn’t know what to do because I had no close friends to me Christians or not (and still don’t)! (I usually keep myself shut from my surroundings from my surroundings, and even try to limit people that surround me. And if I love a person dearly then I never talk about that person with my family and friends—because most Middle Easterners spend a lot of their time and energy gossiping about one another--so it is my way of protecting the person I love.) And so I was so scared! What do I do? Here I was told that I must have an accountability partner, but I didn’t have anybody! And I could just go to any church and join it just so I could have an accountability partner! Or go to online and burden a stranger with that!
So I went to pray at night, and I knelt at my bed, and told my heavenly Father, “Lord, I do not have an accountability partner, and there is no one I can even think of that could be my accountability partner, would you be my accountability partner?” So since that night He became my accountability partner, and by His grace alone I had not looked back at pornography since March of 2003. My friend, if God frees you with His mighty and merciful hand there is no human logic, or psychological reasoning that can hold you back in sin.
So fear of sin is kind of a healthy fear. Anything that keeps you away from sin, evil, and wickedness, and drives you closer to God is good (yes, even pain!)
As I mentioned above: after I became a Christian any fear of death disappeared, and now I actually look forward to the day when I would be joined with Him in heaven. I can’t imagine how it feels to live life not knowing where you will spend eternity hell or heaven.
And now as an adult my fears almost entirely consist of my future relationship with my wife, if it is God’s will for me to get married. I am scared that she would not love Jesus or have interest in pleasing Him; that she would not love me; she would not be faithful to me physically, emotionally or mentally; she would disrespect me; she would not support me, encourage me, or comfort me; she would scoff at me or my ideas and feelings; she would be manipulative; she would be dishonest with me, and so on. And I am even more scared that I would do the things I mentioned above to her. That would be even a greater tragedy for me if I would not be to her the husband God meant for me to be.
But my biggest fear is this: I would not continue to be conformed by the Holy Spirit to the likeness of our Lord Jesus Christ, and I would be of no use to His kingdom or service—simply to lose interest in my relationship with Him. Recently I am rethinking my understanding of salvation but I will share that with you when I am ready to do so.
For now I want you to know that once you get into a personal relationship with God He erases a lot of the fears that you had when you were an enemy of His because your sins had separated you from Him, and you were easily manipulated by Satan’s lies. And most of our fears after we become Christians disappear once we submit ourselves and all the areas of our lives to His control and say: Lord, not I but You.
Psalm 23
A psalm of David.
1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.
(Tommy Thompson Park/Leslie Street Spit. Toronto, ON; summer 2008.)
Drafts of Surrender photo project. Drafts of Surrender photo project. The colors don't look right in jpeg form. They look less washed out and have more blue tonal variations in the original files.
…. The ever playful Krishna remarked, I would have come sooner if you had trusted me fully. You hailed me but kept one hand on your saree. Lord Krishna saved Paanchali’s dignity by magically sending a stream of colourful sarees to cover her as Duriodhana tried to strip her.
Question
You shoot someone (non commissioned), you edit the shot and present it to them, they instead insist you give them the unedited version or download them straight from your camera because they think your editing is horrible! And when you refuse, you are labeled offensive! How would you react?
I’m fuming! Where is my respect as an artist????
ps : this question has nothing to do with the artist, organisers or anyone else - its based on another issue.
I had the privilege to watch Kalaimamani Urmila Satyanarayanan perform her piece de resistance “Paanchali Sabatham” again.
All my life as an avid dance viewer, her performance of this very same piece in Chennai was the only performance that has moved me to tears – that’s how strong her portrayal of Paanchali is. She brought each character to life as she changed her expression and body movement effortlessly. With all that great knowledge and talent she remains such a humble person.
“Paanchali Sabatham” tells the story of how the Pandava queen ends up cursing the death of all the Gaurava’s after her dignity is saved by Lord Krishna when the Gaurava Prince Duriodhana tries to strip her in public. She vows to leave her hair unbound till she is avenged.
She was left to his predictment when her husband the Pandava king loses her in a game of dice in an attempt to win back his wealth, kingdom, brothers and his own self!
The Pandava’s went on to win the great war with the help of Lord Krishna and Paanchali’s vow was fulfilled. This is the core and driving force behind the epic Mahabharatha.
John Tweel and Timothy King in "Chupy & The Science Twins," one of the Hope Operas. Comedy Spot, Ballston Mall, 4238 Wilson Blvd, Arlington, VA.
On April 9, 1865, Confederate General Robert E. Lee (right) surrendered to Union General Ulysses S. Grant (left), effectively ending the American Civil War. This tableau at the National Presidential Wax Museum in Keystone, South Dakota depicts the event, which took place at a courthouse at Appomattox, Virginia.
Sculpted by the Katherine Stubergh-Keller studio.
"The war is over ... the Rebels are our countrymen again." -- General Ulysses S. Grant
No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance. - Confucius