by It was in Attica where two crows sprang
Raised with copper wire.....
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Keeper of the Sacred Law
Crows are the keepers of the Sacred Law
and to have a Crow totem is very powerful.
Personal Integrity are your watchwords and your guide in Life.
If you have a Crow totem, your prime path
is to be mindful of your opinions and actions.
You must be willing to walk your talk,
to speak your truth and to know your life's mission.
Crow is a omen of Change.
Crow lives in the void and has no sense of time,
therefore, it sees past, present and future simultaneously.
Crow merges both light and dark, both inner and outer.
It is the totem of the Great Spirit and must be respected as such.
They are symbols of creation and spiritual strength.
Look for opportunities to create and manifest the magic of life.
Crows are messengers calling to us
about the creation and magic that is alive in the world today
and available to us.
Musings of Randomness
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"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves."
William Shakespeare
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"Art is the conscious making of numinous phenomena. Many objects are just objects - inert, merely utilitarian. Many events are inconsequential, too banal to add anything to our experience of life. This is unfortunate, as one cannot grow except by having one’s spirit greatly stirred; and the spirit cannot be greatly stirred by spiritless things. Much of our very life is dead. For primitive man, this was not so. He made his own possessions, and shaped and decorated them with the aim of making them not merely useful, but powerful. He tried to infuse his weapons with the nature of the tiger, his cooking pots with the life of growing things; and he succeeded.
Appearance, material, history, context, rarity - perhaps rarity most of all - combine to create, magically, the quality of soul. But we modern demiurges are prolific copyists; we give few things souls of their own. Locomotives, with their close resemblance to beasts, may be the great exception; but in nearly all else with which today’s poor humans are filling the world, I see a quelling of the numinous, an ashening of the fire of life. We are making an inert world; we are building a cemetery. And on the tombs, to remind us of life, we lay wreaths of poetry and bouquets of painting. You expressed this very condition, when you said that art beautifies life. No longer integral, the numinous has become optional, a luxury - one of which you, my dear friend, are fond, however unconsciously. You adorn yourself with the same instincts as the primitive who puts a frightening mask of clay and feathers on his head, and you comport yourself in an uncommonly calculated way - as do I. We thus make numinous phenomena of ourselves. No mean trick - to make oneself a rarity, in this overpopulated age.
K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
Reflections on Seriousness
Appearance, material, history, context, rarity - perhaps rarity most of all - combine to create, magically, the quality of soul. But we modern demiurges are prolific copyists; we give few things souls of their own. Locomotives, with their close resemblance to beasts, may be the great exception; but in nearly all else with which today’s poor humans are filling the world, I see a quelling of the numinous, an ashening of the fire of life. We are making an inert world; we are building a cemetery. And on the tombs, to remind us of life, we lay wreaths of poetry and bouquets of painting. You expressed this very condition, when you said that art beautifies life. No longer integral, the numinous has become optional, a luxury - one of which you, my dear friend, are fond, however unconsciously. You adorn yourself with the same instincts as the primitive who puts a frightening mask of clay and feathers on his head, and you comport yourself in an uncommonly calculated way - as do I. We thus make numinous phenomena of ourselves. No mean trick - to make oneself a rarity, in this overpopulated age.
K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
Reflections on Seriousness
If anyone has any suggestions on a good firewall for my computer, don't be shy. Most techie things remain beyond my keen. The Outpost firewall has been conflicting with either software or hardware currently installed causing connection errors. Even SkyDrive is buggy.
I would just log off permanently, but that does not seem prudent at this juncture especially with all the mixed signals I've been getting from friends, family, and dare I say, colleagues?
The only thing I really grasp of the CTMU put forth by CL, is CT. No pun intended! Unfortunately, I have become a prisoner in my own little blog. Emotion trumping logic - was a theme he touched upon that resonated with me in regards to the mind and or some aspect of the CTMU. I was a bit shocked that he only spends a two to three hours a day working on his theories.
I'm not sure if the 'No Child Left Behind' policy enacted years back has really helped us solve greater calamities on Earths future horizons.........
Keep Well everyone
I would just log off permanently, but that does not seem prudent at this juncture especially with all the mixed signals I've been getting from friends, family, and dare I say, colleagues?
The only thing I really grasp of the CTMU put forth by CL, is CT. No pun intended! Unfortunately, I have become a prisoner in my own little blog. Emotion trumping logic - was a theme he touched upon that resonated with me in regards to the mind and or some aspect of the CTMU. I was a bit shocked that he only spends a two to three hours a day working on his theories.
I'm not sure if the 'No Child Left Behind' policy enacted years back has really helped us solve greater calamities on Earths future horizons.........
Keep Well everyone
2:22
I'm sure many could relate, David.
Anyhow, back to science!
“SOLITUDE and SECLUSION"
Life is an island in an ocean of solitude and seclusion. Life is an island, rocks are its desires, trees its dreams, and flowers its loneliness, and it is in the middle of an ocean of -- solitude and seclusion.
Your life, my friend, is an island separated from all other islands and continents. Regardless of how many boats you send to other shores, you yourself are an island separated by its own pains,secluded its happiness and far away in its compassion and hidden in its secrets and mysteries.
~ I saw you, my friend, sitting upon a mound of gold, happy in your wealth and great in your riches and believing that a handful of gold is the secret chain that links the thoughts of the people with your own thoughts and links their feeling with your own. I saw you as a great conqueror leading a conquering army toward the fortress, then destroying and capturing it.
On second glance I found beyond the wall of your treasures a heart trembling in its solitude and seclusion like the trembling of a thirsty man within a cage of gold and jewels, but without water.
I saw you, my friend, sitting on a throne of glory surrounded by people extolling your charity, enumerating your gifts, gazing upon you as if they were in the presence of a prophet lifting their souls up into the planets and stars. I saw you looking at them, contentment and strength upon your face, as if you were to them as the soul is to the body.
On the second look I saw your secluded self standing beside your throne, suffering in its seclusion and quaking in its loneliness. I saw that self stretching its hands as if begging from unseen ghosts. I saw it looking above the shoulders of the people to a far horizon, empty of everything except its solitude and seclusion.
I saw you, my friend, passionately in love with a beautiful woman, filling her palms with your kisses as she looked at you with sympathy and affection in her eyes and sweetness of motherhood on her lips; I said, secretly, that love has erased his solitude and removed his seclusion and he is now within the eternal soul which draws toward itself, with love, those who were separated by solitude and seclusion.
On the second look I saw behind your soul another lonely soul, like a fog, trying in vain to become a drop of tears in the palm of that woman.
Your life, my friend, is a residence far away from any other residence and neighbors.
Your inner soul is a home far away from other homes named after you. If this residence is dark, you cannot light it with your neighbor's lamp; if it is empty you cannot fill it with the riches of your neighbor; were it in the middle of a desert, you could not move it to a garden planted by someone else.
Your inner soul, my friend, is surrounded with solitude and seclusion. Were it not for this solitude and this seclusion you would not be you and I would not be I. If it were not for that solitude and seclusion, I would, if I heard your voice, think myself to be speaking; yet, if I saw your face, i would imagine that I were looking into a mirror.”
― Khalil Gibran, Mirrors of the Soul
Life is an island in an ocean of solitude and seclusion. Life is an island, rocks are its desires, trees its dreams, and flowers its loneliness, and it is in the middle of an ocean of -- solitude and seclusion.
Your life, my friend, is an island separated from all other islands and continents. Regardless of how many boats you send to other shores, you yourself are an island separated by its own pains,secluded its happiness and far away in its compassion and hidden in its secrets and mysteries.
~ I saw you, my friend, sitting upon a mound of gold, happy in your wealth and great in your riches and believing that a handful of gold is the secret chain that links the thoughts of the people with your own thoughts and links their feeling with your own. I saw you as a great conqueror leading a conquering army toward the fortress, then destroying and capturing it.
On second glance I found beyond the wall of your treasures a heart trembling in its solitude and seclusion like the trembling of a thirsty man within a cage of gold and jewels, but without water.
I saw you, my friend, sitting on a throne of glory surrounded by people extolling your charity, enumerating your gifts, gazing upon you as if they were in the presence of a prophet lifting their souls up into the planets and stars. I saw you looking at them, contentment and strength upon your face, as if you were to them as the soul is to the body.
On the second look I saw your secluded self standing beside your throne, suffering in its seclusion and quaking in its loneliness. I saw that self stretching its hands as if begging from unseen ghosts. I saw it looking above the shoulders of the people to a far horizon, empty of everything except its solitude and seclusion.
I saw you, my friend, passionately in love with a beautiful woman, filling her palms with your kisses as she looked at you with sympathy and affection in her eyes and sweetness of motherhood on her lips; I said, secretly, that love has erased his solitude and removed his seclusion and he is now within the eternal soul which draws toward itself, with love, those who were separated by solitude and seclusion.
On the second look I saw behind your soul another lonely soul, like a fog, trying in vain to become a drop of tears in the palm of that woman.
Your life, my friend, is a residence far away from any other residence and neighbors.
Your inner soul is a home far away from other homes named after you. If this residence is dark, you cannot light it with your neighbor's lamp; if it is empty you cannot fill it with the riches of your neighbor; were it in the middle of a desert, you could not move it to a garden planted by someone else.
Your inner soul, my friend, is surrounded with solitude and seclusion. Were it not for this solitude and this seclusion you would not be you and I would not be I. If it were not for that solitude and seclusion, I would, if I heard your voice, think myself to be speaking; yet, if I saw your face, i would imagine that I were looking into a mirror.”
― Khalil Gibran, Mirrors of the Soul
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"A judge rules the soul with the soul...."
Plato, The Republic
"A judge rules the soul with the soul...."
Plato, The Republic
“Whispers”
Whispers heard along the walls
While walking softly, an echo calls:
Did you hear the voice I hide
So often kept with silent pride
When secrets haunt all souls the same
Face, the shield from our own shame.
Perfect – imperfections, so high on life
….And yet so blind to others tides
Resting beneath their own skin
Your thoughts are known to silent twin
Its' name is self and hides away
Tomorrows dance or price we pay.
There are those, who see – or see too much
And rarer few who see it such
Voices drowned in seas of doubt
Until their insides usher out
Just as whispers wrapping 'round
Smirks are silent yet speak so loud.
Then the voice once filled with sound
Binds the minds entrenched with doubt
And sits in silence as others speak
To mimic the years it took to see
No voice or lip but between glean.
Some with hope and some with fear
Adhere their flesh to different years
Plucked and moved, begin anew
Destiny's course your charted view.
Mock and ridicule, speaks the truth
While others sit aside and watch
A coin from purse or irons too hot
We cannot sing for its of naught
Mothers might has kept it so
From grieving homes - when finding stairs
Another week into their years
Debts incurred but remedies bare.
Whispers heard along the walls
While walking softly, an echo calls:
Did you hear the voice I hide
So often kept with silent pride
When secrets haunt all souls the same
Face, the shield from our own shame.
Perfect – imperfections, so high on life
….And yet so blind to others tides
Resting beneath their own skin
Your thoughts are known to silent twin
Its' name is self and hides away
Tomorrows dance or price we pay.
There are those, who see – or see too much
And rarer few who see it such
Voices drowned in seas of doubt
Until their insides usher out
Just as whispers wrapping 'round
Smirks are silent yet speak so loud.
Then the voice once filled with sound
Binds the minds entrenched with doubt
And sits in silence as others speak
To mimic the years it took to see
No voice or lip but between glean.
Some with hope and some with fear
Adhere their flesh to different years
Plucked and moved, begin anew
Destiny's course your charted view.
Mock and ridicule, speaks the truth
While others sit aside and watch
A coin from purse or irons too hot
We cannot sing for its of naught
Mothers might has kept it so
From grieving homes - when finding stairs
Another week into their years
Debts incurred but remedies bare.
Back from the dead.
One Image from the aftermath of a Cosmic Wrestling Match.
The Multiverse and many worlds will have Dan and Gary in bated breath.
Maybe "The Voice" will become "The Touch" and visit.
Bard wrote:Lonely feet, it seems.
I'm always traipsing around somewhere. Just kidding. So really what's the tale behind the latest?
I thought a thousand words would be plenty?
I have a thesis stitched to my crow wing - just in case.
Color Shift:
https://i.servimg.com/u/f21/18/19/65/97/psx_2010.jpg
I have a thesis stitched to my crow wing - just in case.
Color Shift:
https://i.servimg.com/u/f21/18/19/65/97/psx_2010.jpg
Bard wrote:I thought a thousand words would be plenty?
I have a thesis stitched to my crow wing - just in case.
Color Shift:
https://i.servimg.com/u/f21/18/19/65/97/psx_2010.jpg
fascinating photo. Not altogether different from the concept of a crop circle in that you see a bi-pedal figure created by the many foot prints with its right leg raised at the knee and left shoulder dropped lower than right...
Cy
I run the vacuum before I go to bed and go to work. I wake and arrive to find this on my carpet. Someone has either bootlegged my key and is playing games or I have a Skinwalker a-foot. I figured I would leave it to the experts to figure out. Apparently, we arrr lacking experts? It's a fairly consistent occurrence.
I don't think anyone want to know how consistent. I may need to drop over to see the TOP.
Video is Significant
Best viewed by patient zooming and looking for minute details and rotated vertically.
Footprints:
Word Count: 2000
I don't think anyone want to know how consistent. I may need to drop over to see the TOP.
Video is Significant
Best viewed by patient zooming and looking for minute details and rotated vertically.
Footprints:
Word Count: 2000
Bard wrote:I run the vacuum before I go to bed and go to work. I wake and arrive to find this on my carpet. Someone has either bootlegged my key and is playing games or I have a Skinwalker a-foot. I figured I would leave it to the experts to figure out. Apparently, we arrr lacking experts? It's a fairly consistent occurrence.
I don't think anyone want to know how consistent. I may need to drop over to see the TOP.
Video is Significant
Best viewed by patient zooming and looking for minute details and rotated vertically.
Footprints:
Word Count: 2000
My family members would scrawl beside the foot prints before leaving, an arrow pointing the foot prints and the words "WE SEE YOU."
And then wait to see if it happens again. Would whoever they are, come back when told their presence is known?
Bard wrote:Lonely feet, it seems.
Wink.
Wink.
Wink.
Snare and deadfall, pit and noose. So you have them on record. Now what? Set a notepad and pencil next to a pair of prints with HELLO scrawled on the paper?
Sorry, I've been 'occupied' as of late.
Life's complexities and such.
I've been working together with Heaven and Earth.
We think there might be some small revelations on the horizon.
Life's complexities and such.
I've been working together with Heaven and Earth.
We think there might be some small revelations on the horizon.
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