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... Alors qu'il fait très chaud (35°c), chacun cherche les endroits où il y a la climatisation. Il y a pourtant aussi les terrasses... Absorbée paisiblement dans sa lecture tout en sirotant une boisson fraîche, elle semble avoir trouvé sa zone de fraîcheur ... ( Planet Café du Marché By, Ottawa ON )
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Reading pauses… During this hot weather (35°c), everyone seeks the places where there is air-conditioning. There are also the terraces…Peacefully concentrated in reading while sipping a fresh drink, she seems to have found her zone of comfort… (Planet Café of the By Market)
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While checking out the Snowy Owl at the marina, a small flock of American Pipits came by & one kindly paused for a portrait ….a lifer! :-)
PS although Buffalo is a 75 minute drive down the highway from us, we were not at all affected by by their "snowpocalypse" which was an extremely localized freak weather event.
Scary Buffalo snow trivia. I did a quick mental calculation on the weight of snow (10" snow roughly = 1" rain). We have a bungalow with 2-car garage that has about 3000 sq ft of roof coverage. Eighty inches of snow would weigh in the neighbourhood of 60 tons! With weekend rain things could get really dicey for the folks in Buffalo. Let's hope that things turn out OK for them.
Chester in the garden toying with a pinecone, a moment pausing - just to look cute! :)
Made with Nikon D800 and 50mm f1.4
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Direct Rail Services 20302 & 20305 pause at Sheffield having arrived from York Thrall Works with 3S11 RHTT. These would then form 3S12 to Wakefield and back.
October 2017.
A Girlish pause shows the beauty of girl, the background is with the moon light and GIrl with a Light of a Nokia E65
Cooking dinner for friends, I was so hot and tired that I paused during apple peeling.
I made apple crumble - most is going into my freezer.
esna: dip your feet
boy taking a break on one of the boats at the canal lock at esna. he sat there, thoughtfully staring at his feet.
« Pause pose »
... Après une longue marche dans la ville, mon amoureuse a déniché ces deux Adirondack installées sur le terrain des ruines de la ville (1860), là où plusieurs métiers anciens étaient pratiqués. La machinerie était activé par le débit de l'eau contrôlé par des écluses afin d'obtenir la force et l'énergie nécessaire...
Photos de cette magnifique ville d'artistes et d'antiquaires: www.google.ca/search?q=Merrickville%2C+Ontario&client... Photo prise à Merrickville, Ontario.
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" Relaxing pause " ... After a long walk in the city, my sweetheart founds these two Adirondack installed on the ground of the ruins of the city (1860), where several old trades were practised... The machinery was activated by the force of water controlled by locks in order to obtain the force and the flow necessary…
Photo taken at Merrickville, Ontario
More pictures: www.google.ca/search?q=Merrickville,+Ontario&client=s...
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This morning was spent exploring Alberta Street shops. Lunch at Petite Provence... And a pause at this red bench!
The World Grid and the Whirled Mind ~
...The great sphere of the planet is crisscrossed by lines of force that adhere to the geometry of three dimensions. These shapes simultaneously mirror the patterns of higher order ‘hyperspace’ geometries [see TimeSpace]. Lines of energy follow paths of least resistance – the leyline network recognised and used by antediluvian civilisations, the dragon lines of the Gael and the Orient; the Songlines of nomadic aboriginal people.
The planet flows through a vibrating sea of energy. This bathes us in frequencies and wavelengths that define the courses of energies flowing across and through the Earth. Lines of least resistance form an intricately interconnected series of grids that map hyperspatial geometries onto and into the globe of the planet. They’re the acupuncture meridians of Gaia, and nodal points are strung along them as acupuncture points on the human body. As above, so below.
These nodal points are sacred sites and places of power that can be used for great good or ill. The fortuitous locations and arrangements of most temples and shrines, churches and mosques from antiquity to the present time indicates at least one of two things – 1) that gifted dowsers have always been with us, working at the behest of secretive conspiratorial master architects, and/or 2) that the works of humankind are parts of a greater plan serving the planet and/or other agencies – again, for good or for ill, in terms of the best interests of human beings and the myriad lifeforms that dwell in the wonderfully wild garden of Gaia.
In either case, the sanctuaries of world religions are constructed on primordial bastions of concentrated energy. There are those who know how to use or misuse these sites (and all the trappings of blinded faith – magical implements like altars, chalices, incense, books, bells and candles) in ways and purposes for which they’re intended. Just as the vast majority of people will never read or comprehend these little words, or read this far, almost all those in charge of sacred sites have no idea how to use them. They’re custodians, holding the sites in trust for others – just like all the smiling politicians and stern public servants in the secular world.
Where three or more gather in focus together our wills can combine to accomplish great ends. The whologram is greater than the sum of its parts. The massed and focused energies of congregations of living, breathing, wilful beings can be harnessed to feed the leyline/songline grid with specific patterns of sound, thought, motion and emotion – songs and dances, prayers and hopes that can be used as fuel to heal the world, or to further other agendas. The most cleverly constructed places of worship channel energy into the Earth and unto the sky, and even filter and focus it toward specific ends.
Controlling humankind is the main game around town. Most religions are in charge of edifices designed to subtly influence and control the minds of people in the lands they directly influence. At certain times and in the right hands, the grid network can be induced to resonate with extraordinary power. Sometimes, when the entire system is poised for impending change at times of cosmic confluence, the grid can be used to reset the mind of humankind – and even to alter human nature en masse.
The Magnetic Moment
“No man may know the day of my coming; I come like a thief in the night.” So says a ‘lord’ in the babbling Old Testament. ‘The Day of the Lord’ is the day of destruction, when the Earth is repaved in conflagrations and stars shift to new posts in heaven. At moments like these and at other nodal points in the spiral of timespace, when the magnetic field of the planet shifts and realigns, the entire world can be remade in manifold ways.
Certain places and edifices are finely tuned instruments whose potential can only be fulfilled by master conductors of energy - musicians/magicians prepared to emerge from the wings on cue to wield their baton/wand and remake the illusion of the world, and to repattern the human worldview. Those neophytes and supplicants who randomly pray or silently meditate in ‘spiritual centres’ can only feed psychic batteries that these priests and mages tap and channel.
At times in prehistory a singular consciousness controlled the entire old network of planetary influence from several plexuses at once – an extraordinary being possessed of transdimensional perceptions, who controlled the mass of humankind and instituted the hive-like pyramidal structures that have patterned almost all ‘civilised’ and domesticated human societies unto today. Many of the monuments that channelled this network were ultimately destroyed or submerged beneath the seas in a series of catastrophes that only culminated less than 3,000 years ago, when the ‘terrestrial’ inner planets of the solar system took up their current stations.
Those who inhabit the summit of power at the capstone of the societal pyramid are the very last to countenance change, unless it directly benefits them. Most real or fundamental change brings with it unpredictable and unforseen complications that can only threaten their towers of power. Change is anathema to most control freaks - yet when the magnetic field shifts they have little choice but to go with the flow, and attempt to ensure the next age to come in the wake of that shift will faithfully follow the pattern of their plan.
Nowadays there are several competing centres of power, all poised to attempt to wrest control of the planetary web at the Magnetic Moment, when momentum stops and Mind becomes silent. When everything pauses the code of the world is freed from its tethers and can be rewritten by those in control of the instruments of power. At this point in history the vocalists ready to sing their song are more cacophony than choir, possessed of as many differing agendas as a hydra has heads.
What can emerge from this discord? Will the harp they all attempt to simultaneously strum accidentally strike the right chord – the one that frees us all from their thrall?
To prepare for the Moment, examine and (dis)still your mind. With practice you can learn what it’s like in the moment of change, when the world turns around your silent centre. If enough of us focus on one thing when that time comes, all the plans of puppet masters will be for naught. If enough of us are prepared to dare to dream of paradise for all we can remake the world into something blessed. We can remake the world with dreams we all truly cherish in our combined heart of hearts. We can fulfil human destiny and remake Paradise on Earth.
No doubt all of this is difficult to credit for many or most. Those couched in the comforting illusions of permanence fostered by antiquated and carefully channelled academic and education systems may well ignore these little words entirely. The mindfield of the current paradigm is always self-reinforcing and filters out dangerous ideas, dreams and memories that are automatically proscribed for reasons of social stability.
No confirmation or conformation is required. You are free – and you are god(dess)!
See you in the Magnetic Moment – Happy New Aeon!
by Ram Ayana @ nexusilluminati.blogspot.com.au/search/label/r.%20ayana
— with Ram Ayana.
A female Varied Eggfly (Hypolimnas bolina nerina) pauses momentarily on the ground. Above Flying Fish Cove, Christmas Island.
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M41 2208 pauses at Zalaszentiván on 20 September 1994 whilst working train 9814, 11:41 Szombathely to Nagykanizsa.
Bergab laufen ist nicht immer schmerzfrei. Besser ist: Pause machen und die Aussicht genießen. Das Foto entstand nach Ribadesella, kurz vor dem Ort La Vega auf dem Camino de la Costa.
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