Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Q. What does Donnie do to save the Universe, in detail?
This depends on your interpretation of the film as it has many levels.
In my favoured interpretation the evidence e.g. the Philosophy of Time Travel (which can also be found within the puzzles at DonnieDarko.com, and on some of the DVD versions), points to the fact that the Universe has become corrupted, forming a Tangent Universe. As mentioned above, the logical conclusion is that the event that causes this is the arrival of the jet engine.
Therefore Donnie's objective, through manipulation by Frank (the man in the rabbit costume who appears mostly in his dreams), is to give a valid reason for the engine's appearance i.e. either opening or creating a wormhole back to the past. It is also assumed that he does this with telekinesis and his power to create water (the fourth dimensional construct) as it is stated these are some of the powers of the Living Receiver.
So in short, corruption = bad, wormhole = good, hence Universe saved.
Relevant quotes from the Philosophy of Time Travel that support this:
"Artifacts returned to the Primary Universe are often linked to religious iconography; as their appearance on Earth seems to defy logical explanation."
"The Fourth Dimension of Time is a stable construct, though it is not impenetrable. ....Incidents when the fabric of the fourth dimension becomes corrupted are incredibly rare. ....If a Tangent Universe occurs, it will be highly unstable, sustaining itself for no longer than several weeks."
"....The Manipulated Dead will often set an Ensurance Trap for the Living Receiver to ensure that the Artifact is returned safely to the Primary Universe."
"If the Ensurance Trap is successful, the Living Receiver is left with no choice but to use his Fourth Dimensional Power to send the Artifact back in time into the Primary Universe before the Black Hole collapses upon itself."
"The Living Receiver is often (blessed) with a Fourth Dimensional Power(s). These include increased strength, telekinesis, mind control, and the ability to conjure fire and water." "The Fourth Dimensional Construct is made of Water."
Monday, May 30, 2005
Independent Web Site
Information available on the internet regarding Scientology is extremely polarized. On the one hand, you will find plenty of overly critical web sites. On the other, you will find web sites made by the Church of Scientology that depict a rosy situation.
There are very few independent web sites that attempt to present a more realistic approach.
This is one of the aims of the present web site. It is made by a Scientology ex-member, critical of Scientology, but also critical of abuses and distortions on the part of Scientology critics.
I aim to bring a criticism that is not tainted by sensationalism. I also aim to balance the gross exaggerations to be found on critical web sites with a more down-to-earth presentation.
Note that independence does not mean neutrality. Someone neutral is somebody who does not take position. I do take position. However, the stand I take is against abuses on both sides.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
"Pick up this book, shake your head in disbelief and disgust as you read it, and then...go raise some hell!"
—Michael Moore, Academy-award winning director, Bowling for Columbine
"Hard-hitting, no-holds barred brand of reporting...fierce and tireless."
"Amy Goodman continues the quest for global justice and awareness by bringing us stories and a perspective that we don't normally get from the mainstream media."
—Danny Glover, actor
The Exception to the Rulers is a fast-paced 350+ page expose. Part first-person on-the-ground reporting, part old-fashioned muckraking, the book chronicles the struggles of what Goodman calls, "the silenced majority."
The acclaimed host of Pacifica Network's Democracy Now! challenges the corporate and political hypocrisy that has silenced America.
Bill Clinton called her, "Hostile, combative, and even disrespectful."
Newt Gingrich told her that it was because of "people like you" that he warned his mother not to speak to reporters. The New York Times says she's a "reporter who's not easy-listening." The Indonesian military banned her, calling her a "threat to national security."
Amy Goodman's The Exception to the Rulers, written with her brother David Goodman, chronicles the tireless efforts of an unembedded journalist and her colleagues to get to the truth and expose the lies, corruption and crimes of the power elite-an elite that is bolstered by large media conglomerates.
For years, award-winning journalist Amy Goodman has confronted the Washington establishment and its corporate cronies. She hosts the national radio and TV show Democracy Now! , now the largest public media collaboration in North America and a phenomenal grassroots movement. Her goal is "to go to where the silence is, to give voice the silenced majority."
Now, in her first book, Amy Goodman offers her no-holds-barred perspective on world events and the hidden motives behind those in power. On subjects ranging from the deceptions of the George W. Bush administration, war profiteering in Iraq, to the corruption of media monopolies and corporate influence over the government, Amy Goodman attacks and exposes the lies and hypocrisy that put democracy at risk.
"Amy Goodman has taken investigative journalism to new heights."
—Noam Chomsky, author 9/11 and Hegemony or Survival
"What journalism should be: beholden to the interests of people, not power and profit."
—Arundhati Roy, author of The God of Small Things
"At times when people are told to 'watch what they say,' Amy Goodman is not afraid to speak truth to power. She does it every day."
—Susan Sarandon, actress
"[Carries] the great muckraking traditon of Upton Sinclair, George Seldes, and I.F. Stone into the electronic age."
—Howard Zinn, historian and author, A People's History of the United States
Saturday, May 28, 2005
"Enhance Revolutionary Relationships!"
Friday, May 27, 2005
Translated from the French by Katherine Woods
TO LEON WERTH
I ask the indulgence of the children who may read this book for dedicating it to a grown-up. I have a serious reason: he is the best friend I have in the world. I have another reason: this grown-up understands everything, even books about children. I have a third reason: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold. He needs cheering up. If all these reasons are not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child from whom this grown-up grew. All grown-ups were once children--although few of them remember it. And so I correct my dedication:
TO LEON WERTH - WHEN HE WAS A LITTLE BOY
Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.
In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewing it. After that they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion.
I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked something like this: http://www.angelfire.com/hi/littleprince/images/hat.jpg>
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Given the kinds of products and services predicted by Thornburg, by 2005 they may well be sailing and navigating through something more like CyberNet. Internet will be remembered as the horse and buggy of the global information sharing system.
Visions of this electronic library, according to King (1993) include guidance for the searcher provided by artificial intelligence, expert systems, hypertext, knowbots and gophers. Visionaries, King reports, predict the following elements:
without walls, seamless, transparent, a 'virtual reality'; global network or matrix of digital data, information and knowledge banks, warehouses, refineries, archives and repositories; broadband expressways for transporting multimedia in bits and bytes to end-users in distributed environments; artificial intelligence, expert systems, hypertext, gophers, client servers, WAIS servers, knowbots to navigate 'cyberspace'; 'just in time' delivery to universal scholarly workstations; independence from time and place constraints; gateways, doorways, windows and intelligent switches and links.
King quotes Matheson's (1988) summary of the vision:
The emerging goal is a seamless electronic environment in which individuals may access a variety of information and knowledge sources in a manner that is simple and easy, and independent of time and place and subject discipline, for the purposes ranging from augmenting and refreshing memory, to learning, decision-making, and creating or uncovering new knowledge.
The words "independent of time and place and subject discipline" pose the greatest promise and the greatest threat. The new technologies promise to deliver information far from what we have called libraries. Many students already navigate online databases and explore CD-ROM encyclopedias at home. While this may liberate students and other information consumers in many respects, King is quick to point out that increased access does not automatically lead to insight or increased understanding. King outlines serious obstacles blocking achievement of the cyberspace dream and she suggests that some aspects of the dream may prove nightmarish. Fortunately for library media specialists, King sees their role as critical to a healthy future.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Wage peace with your breath.
Breathe in firemen and rubble,
breathe out whole buildings
and flocks of red wing blackbirds.
Breathe in terrorists
and breathe out sleeping children
and freshly mown fields.
Breathe in confusion
and breathe out maple trees.
Breathe in the fallen
and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.
Wage peace with your listening: hearing sirens, pray loud.
Remember your tools: flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers.
memorize the words for thank you in three languages.
Learn to knit, and make a hat.
Think of chaos as dancing raspberries,
imagine grief as the outbreath of beauty
or the gesture of fish.
Swim for the other side.
Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious:
Have a cup of tea and rejoice.
Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
War is bad for you
You should not go to it
It kills you too much
The president Should stop
Making more war
War is bad for children
Kids can get blown up
They don't have any water
Or food to feed each other
Should give them
Something to drink and eat
War is bad for parents
Mommies and daddies can die
And their kids will miss them
And if children die
Their parents will cry on the inside
Should make families happy
P.S. War is bad for you…
Monday, May 23, 2005
Use your powers of deduction to predict what happens next in today's news stories.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Play old school video games for FREE!
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Tim came full circle in the 90s'. After his wife Barbara left in 1992, Tim realized that computer driven electronic environments were the obvious descendants of the psychedelic movement. With the rise of affordable technologies, Tim began reshaping his entire line of work. His lectures became multi-media extravaganzas with live video and music. His books became graphic novels that were the products of desktop publishing and most profoundly, his interests became focused towards the rise of the World Wide Web. Tim realized that this was what he was waiting for, a place where you can create and interact with your own worlds.
Soon, Tim devoted his entire efforts to making his web site, http://leary.com, his home for his archives, ideas and his fans. After he learned he had inoperable prostate cancer in January of 1995, he embraced the dying experience as one of the greatest journeys of all time. He refused to become morbid and depressed over his situation. He was often entertaining guests and could often be seen at a number of events in the city in his formula one wheel chair. A home in cyberspace that can live on forever was one of Tim's last wishes.
He passed on May 31, 1996.
"As I look back over this rich, continually changing, and utterly entertaining life, I realize that my dedication to certain concepts has never wavered. I have relentlessly and faithfully pursued self-exploration, evolution, and innovation as the antidotes to terminal adulthood."
Friday, May 20, 2005
If you're going to San Francisco be sure to wear some flowers in your hair. If you're going to San Francisco you're gonna meet some gentle people there. For those who come to San Francisco. Summer time will be a loving there. In the streets of San Francisco gentle people with flowers in their hair. All across the nation, such a strange vibration, people in motion. There's a whole generation with a new explanation people in motion. People in motion. For those who come to San Francisco be sure to wear some flowers in your hair. If you come to San Francisco. If you come to San Francisco.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule?
A mule is an animal with long funny ears
Kicks up at anything he hears
His back is brawny but his brain is weak
He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak
And by the way, if you hate to go to school
You may grow up to be a mule
Or would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a pig?
A pig is an animal with dirt on his face
His shoes are a terrible disgrace
He has no manners when he eats his food
He's fat and lazy and extremely rude
But if you don't care a feather or a fig
You may grow up to be a pig
Or would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a fish?
A fish won't do anything, but swim in a brook
He can't write his name or read a book
To fool the people is his only thought
And though he's slippery, he still gets caught
But then if that sort of life is what you wish
You may grow up to be a fish
A new kind of jumped-up slippery fish
And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo
Every day you meet quite a few
So you see it's all up to you
You can be better than you are
You could be swingin' on a star
Swinging on a Star, Bing
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
TO MY DEAR FRIEND
O thou my friend! The prosperity of Crime is like unto the lightning, whose traitorous brilliancies embellish the atmosphere but for an instant, in order to hurl into death's very depths the luckless one they have dazzled.
Yes, Constance, it is to thee I address this work; at once the example and honor of thy sex, with a spirit of profoundest sensibility combining the most judicious and the most enlightened of minds, thou art she to whom I confide my book, which will acquaint thee with the sweetness of the tears Virtue sore beset doth shed and doth cause to flow. Detesting the sophistries of libertinage and of irreligion, in word and deed combating them unwearingly, I fear not that those necessitated by the order of personages appearing in these Memoirs will put thee in any peril; the cynicism remarkable in certain portraits (they were softened as much as ever they could be) is no more apt to frighten thee; for it is only Vice that trembles when Vice is found out, and cries scandal immediately it is attacked. To bigots Tartuffe was indebted for his ordeal; Justine's will be the achievement of libertines, and little do I dread them: they'll not betray my intentions, these thou shalt perceive; thy opinion is sufficient to make my whole glory and after having pleased thee I must either please universally or find consolation in a general censure.
The scheme of this novel (yet, 'tis less a novel than one might suppose) is doubtless new; the victory gained by Virtue over Vice, the rewarding of good, the punishment of evil, such is the usual scheme in every other work of this species: ah! the lesson cannot be too often dinned in our ears!
But throughout to present Vice triumphant and Virtue a victim of its sacrifices, to exhibit a wretched creature wandering from one misery to the next; the toy of villainy; the target of every debauch; exposed to the most barbarous, the most monstrous caprices; driven witless by the most brazen, the most specious sophistries; prey to the most cunning seductions, the most irresistible subornations for defense against so many disappointments, so much bane and pestilence, to repulse such a quantity of corruption having nothing but a sensitive soul, a mind naturally formed, and considerable courage: briefly, to employ the boldest scenes, the most extraordinary situations, the most dreadful maxims, the most energetic brush strokes, with the sole object of obtaining from all this one of the sublimest parables ever penned for human edification; now, such were, 'twill be allowed, to seek to reach one's destination by a road not much traveled heretofore.
Have I succeeded, Constance? Will a tear in thy eye determine my triumph? After having read Justine, wilt say: "Oh, how these renderings of crime make me proud of my love for Virtue! How sublime does it appear through tears! How 'tis embellished by misfortunes !"
Oh, Constance! may these words but escape thy lips, and my labors shall be crowned.
The very masterpiece of philosophy would be to develop the means Providence employs to arrive at the ends she designs for man, and from this construction to deduce some rules of conduct acquainting this wretched two-footed individual with the manner wherein he must proceed along life's thorny way, forewarned of the strange caprices of that fatality they denominate by twenty different titles, and all unavailingly, for it has not yet been scanned nor defined.
If, though full of respect for social conventions and never overstepping the bounds they draw round us, if, nonetheless, it should come to pass that we meet with nothing but brambles and briars, while the wicked tread upon flowers, will it not be reckoned - save by those in whom a fund of incoercible virtues renders deaf to these remarks-, will it not be decided that it is preferable to abandon oneself to the tide rather than to resist it? Will it not be felt that Virtue, however beautiful, becomes the worst of all attitudes when it is found too feeble to contend with Vice, and that, in an entirely corrupted age, the safest course is to follow along after the others? Somewhat better informed, if one wishes, and abusing the knowledge they have acquired, will they not say, as did the angel Jesrad in `Zadig', that there is no evil whereof some good is not born? and will they not declare, that this being the case, they can give themselves over to evil since, indeed, it is but one of the fashions of producing good? Will they not add, that it makes no difference to the general plan whether such-and-such a one is by preference good or bad, that if misery persecutes virtue and prosperity accompanies crime, those things being as one in Nature's view, far better to join company with the wicked who flourish, than to be counted amongst the virtuous who founder? Hence, it is important to anticipate those dangerous sophistries of a false philosophy; it is essential to show that through examples of afflicted virtue presented to a depraved spirit in which, however, there remain a few good principles, it is essential, I say,- to show that spirit quite as surely restored to righteousness by these means as by portraying this virtuous career ornate with the most glittering honors and the most flattering rewards. Doubtless it is cruel to have to describe, on the one hand, a host of ills overwhelming a sweet-tempered and sensitive woman who, as best she is able, respects virtue, and, on the other, the affluence of prosperity of those who crush and mortify this same woman. But were there nevertheless some good engendered of the demonstration, would one have to repent of making it? Ought one be sorry for having established a fact whence there resulted, for the wise man who reads to some purpose, so useful a lesson of submission to providential decrees and the fateful warning that it is often to recall us to our duties that Heaven strikes down beside us the person who seems to us best to have fulfilled his own ?
Such are the sentiments which are going to direct our labors, and it is in consideration of these intentions that we ask the reader's indulgence for the erroneous doctrines which are to be placed in the mouths of our characters, and for the sometimes rather painful situations which, out of love for truth, we have been obliged to dress before his eyes.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
From 1976-1978, KSAN, in San Francisco, presented America's first, regularly scheduled Punk Rock radio show. The Outcastes was conceived by Norman Davis and Chris Knab, owner/manager of Aquarius Records on Castro Street.
The first show was broadcast in October 1976 and went on to make history (of sorts). For almost two years, The Outcastes presented some of the most outrageous guests and music ever heard on the radio.
Visitors included: The Sex Pistols (Steve and Paul who lived up to their PR), Devo, The Cramps, Roky Erickson, The Nuns, The Dead Boys, Iggy Pop, and numerous other late night misfits.
Monday, May 16, 2005
"the prayer tree is the 2nd book to bring together a collection of michael leunig's prayers." [ed. i hope the following extracts don't qualify as spam]
A person kneels to contemplate a tree and to reflect the troubles and joys of life. [a description of the front cover]
* * * * * *
It is difficult to accept that life is difficult; that
love is not easy and that doubt and struggle,
suffering and failure, are inevitable for each
and every one of us.
We seek life's ease. We yearn for joy and
release, for flowers and the sun. And although
we may find these in abundance we also find
ourselves lying awake at night possessed by the
terrible fear that life is impossible. Sometimes
when we least expect it we wake up
overwhelmed by a massive sense of loneliness,
misery, chaos and death: appalled by the
agony and futility of existence.
It is difficult indeed to accept that this
darkeness belongs naturally and importantly to
our human condition and that we must live
with it and bear it. It seems so unbearable.
Nature*, however, requires that we have the
darkness of our painful feelings and that we
respect it and make a bold place for it in our
lives. Without its recognition and acceptance
there can be no true sense of life's great depth,
wherein lies our capacity to love, to create and
to make meaning.
A person kneels to contemplate a tree and to
reflect upon the troubles and joys of life. The
person imagines mornings and evenings in a
great forest of prayers, swarming and teeming
The person is learning how to pray.
Love is born
With a dark and troubled face
When hope is dead
And in the most unlikely place
Love is born:
Love is always born.
God help us to live slowly:
To move simply:
To look softly:
To allow emptiness:
To let the heart create for us.
God help us
To rise up from our struggle.
Like a tree rises up from the soil.
Our roots reaching down to our trouble,
Our rich, dark dirt of existence.
Finding nourishment deeply
And holding us firmly.
Growing upwards and into the sun.
When the heart
Is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open
Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt
And let it sting.
Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring
[ed. i typed it as it's typed directly from the page.]
[ed. p.s. re: the typing; "& it's hard work"]
*[ed. nature not nietzsche (ed. tee-hee)]
Posted by: air-ono at May 16, 2005 10:35 AM
Sunday, May 15, 2005
"Love looks not with eyes, but with the mind."
Saturday, May 14, 2005
The beautiful young lord and his two dark-eyed companions stood only inches away. Luxi's eyes opened wide. This close, the young lord was breathtaking. His face had only the slightest touches of cosmetics outlining his impossibly violet eyes. Even his perfume was gorgeous.
He asked her a question.
She had no clue what he said. Luxi lifted her shoulder in a small shrug. "I'm sorry, but I don't understand?" She really, really needed to get an upgrade for her internal translator.
"He says that you have hair like living flame. He'd like to know if you would care to join him for sex."
Luxi started and turned her head to find the cyborg standing by her left elbow. She hadn't even seen him approach. She was forced to look up. He was head and shoulders taller than she was. And this close, he was absolutely stunning. The lord was lovely but the cyborg's arresting face was utterly, powerfully masculine.
Something in her stilled, as though holding its breath.
His dark silver brows rose. "Are you all right?"
Luxi released her breath and felt her cheeks heat. She'd been staring. "Sorry… I…" What had she been thinking? She didn't have a clue. Her mind had utterly blanked. "I don't know your name."
"I'm Leto." He smiled.
"I'm Luxi." Her voice came out breathless. Glory above, his smile! She felt the listening stillness wash through her again.
Leto tilted his head toward the lord and his two fems. "He's waiting to know if you want to have sex."
Luxi blinked. "He wants…what?"
Leto lifted a pale hand to cover his chuckle. "Sex. He wants to know if you want to have sex with him and his fems."
Luxi glanced over at the beautiful lord then bit her lip. "Could you tell him, I'm flattered, but I don't normally have…?" She winced. "Relations, with people I don't know?"
Leto tilted his head and replied to the lord.
The lord rolled his eyes in obvious amusement. His two companions dissolved into giggles. The lord glanced at the cyborg and asked a question.
Leto raised his chin and turned away.
The lord watched Luxi expectantly and smiled.
Luxi peered up at the cyborg. "Leto, what did he say?"
Leto folded his arms across his chest and glanced down at the deck. "Tell you what; I'll translate what he said for the price of…" He turned to Luxi and lifted a silver brow. "A kiss."
"A kiss?" Luxi's breath caught. This spectacular man wanted to kiss her?
His shadow-filled eyes focused on her. "Will you kiss me?"
Glory yes! Luxi licked her lips. "Okay."
Leto's eyes widened just a hair. He leaned downward, very slowly.
Luxi tilted her chin up to meet him. His lips brushed hers. Warmth, breath… He was warm, he breathed. Her eyes drifted closed and her lips parted under his. Their tongues met, explored, parried. He tasted like fresh clean water. He smelled of rich leather.
He cupped her shoulders in his strong hands.
She reached for him and her hands settled on his hips. His shimmering suit was warm under her palms and felt like exotic leather. Vibrancy and darkness pulsed in a delicious yet shivery combination under her fingertips. She spread her fingers and pressed her palms against him to feel more of it.
His hands slid up her neck, drawing tiny shivers, and his fingers slid under her hair. He cupped her head and angled her mouth to deepen the kiss, stroking her tongue, tasting her, encouraging her to kiss him back.
Heat, hunger, urgency… A small moan escaped her throat. Her hands slid around his waist, pulling him closer.
His arm closed around her waist, pulling her tight against his body.
Friday, May 13, 2005
The lover sleeps and amid his dreams
His angel comes on sunlit beams.
To waken him with kisses sweet,
For her love for him is oh so deep.
She wakes him with her caresses light
Upon his skin and smiles so bright.
And in her eyes, he sees the love
She feels for him neath stars above.
He comes to her to gently place,
Kisses upon her neck and face.
To caress her body and touch her soul.
For together two become a whole.
The love they make is deep and true
And in this embrace their love renew.
When all is done and all's been said,
Upon her breasts he rests his head.
And hears her heart beat for him alone.
A greater love, he's never known.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
You mysterious jongleur, abstracted, absorbed, you slowly pace the street.
You stare, detached, through a curtain: silver balls in the air.
You slowly pace the street, tossing coins, cups, scarves,
silver balls in the air, making a skydance ---
tossing coins, cups, scarves, each in their separate paths,
making a skydance, chaotic, hypnotic;
each in their separate paths, dancing
(chaotic, hypnotic) the random paths of stars;
dancing through and around;
the random paths of stars, moons, comets, and the sudden flare-fade streak
through and around everything, the mystical hands tossing destinies;
moons, comets, and the sudden flare-fade streak of your hands ordering
everything. The mystical hands tossing destinies --- the feel
of your hands ordering the planets to dance.
The feel of chaos put in order. Tell
the planets to dance on your palm.
Of chaos put in order, tell the stars in their places in the lines
on your palm. Whirl
the stars in their places in the lines. You stare, detached, through a curtain.
Whirl, you mysterious jongleur, abstracted, absorbed.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
In certain formal systems, there exist propositions that cannot be proved or disproved using the axioms of that system. With this theorem, Godel had effectively demonstrated that some mathematical propositions are undecidable. Godel's Theorem made a deep impact in the fields of mathematics and logic, and has been called the most significant mathematical truth of the 20th century.
Monday, May 09, 2005
In various human mythologies an angel is believed to be an ethereal creature whose duties are to assist and serve the God or gods of many religious traditions. The word originated from the Latin angelus, itself derived from the Greek αγγελος, ángelos, meaning “messenger”.
There are over 1,000 Angel depictions at this link.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Becoming a mother makes you the mother of all children. From now on each wounded, abandoned, frightened child is yours. You live in the suffering mothers of every race and creed and weep with them. You long to comfort all who are desolate.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
This paper postulates a multidimensional model of the universe, based on recent developments in physics and biology. We cannot see the multidimensional reality because our senses are limited to three dimensions, yet the higher-dimensional environment has a more substantial reality than our world. This is so because our three-dimensional world is only a subset of the multidimensional system. An interrelated set of holistic principles is developed. The multidimensional world is then explored with this holistic logic system. This leads to common-sense interpretations of quantum physics effects and provides plausible answers to many unresolved questions, such as the whole versus parts problem, mind-body interaction, the inner structure of the human psyche, the beginning of life, and the creative nature of evolution. Other logical conclusions lead naturally to key tenets of world religions.
To change our world, we must change the color of our own glasses. Preferably we want to increase the color range until we see white light. So we want to increase the range of our consciousness. As we do away with the limitations of our mindset, we automatically act more in tune with the greater reality in which we reside. Our world becomes more desirable for us as well as for others. "You create your own reality", this is the message repeated tirelessly by Seth in Jane Roberts' books. He explains in enlightening detail how we can change our lives by changing our beliefs (101). In fact, Seth's entire philosophy dovetails coherently with the holistic system described here. To this writer this is one of the indications of Seth's authenticity. Without the Seth material, the Multiple World section and some other parts of this paper would not have been written with the same confidence. The Seth books provide a wealth of information for the serious student of M-D reality.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Like the beat beat beat of the tom-tom
When the jungle shadows fall
Like the tick tick tock of the stately clock
As it stands against the wall
Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops
When the summer shower is through
So a voice within me keeps repeating you, you, you
Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me, or far
It’s no matter darling where you are
I think of you
Day and night, night and day, why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roaring traffic’s boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Day and night, night and day
Under the hide of me
There’s an oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me
And this torment won’t be through
Until you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night, night and day
Night and Day by Frank Sinatra
Thursday, May 05, 2005
I sat belonely down a tree,
humbled fat and small.
A little lady sing to me
I couldn't see at all.
I'm looking up and at the sky,
to find such wondrous voice.
Puzzly puzzle, wonder why,
I hear but have no choice.
'Speak up, come forth, you ravel me',
I potty menthol shout.
'I know you hiddy by this tree'.
But still she won't come out.
Such softly singing lulled me sleep,
an hour or two or so
I wakeny slow and took a peep
and still no lady show.
Then suddy on a little twig
I thought I see a sight,
A tiny little tiny pig,
that sing with all it's might.
'I thought you were a lady'.
I giggle, - well I may,
To my suprise the lady,
got up - and flew away.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
On May 4th, 1970 - 35 years ago today - National Guardsmen opened fire on a crowd of unarmed students at Kent State University. Four students were killed and nine others wounded.
Today marks the 35th anniversary of the Kent State shooting. On May 4th, 1970, US National Guardsmen opened fire on a crowd of unarmed students on the campus of Kent State University in Ohio.
The guardsmen fired off at least 67 shots in roughly 13 seconds. Four students were killed and nine others wounded. To this day, no one has been held accountable. Today, on this 35th anniversary we remember the Kent State shootings.
At the time, President Richard Nixon had just escalated the Vietnam War and launched the invasion of Cambodia. Across the country, college campuses erupted in protest. At Kent State, a large demonstration was held on May 1st on the university grounds with another was planned for May 4th. Students clashed with police and tensions were high throughout the city.
On May 2nd, Kent city Mayor Leroy Satrom declared a state of emergency and, later that afternoon, asked Ohio Governor James Rhodes to send the National Guard to the university. That evening, students held a large demonstration and the campus ROTC building was set on fire.
The National Guard entered the campus for the first time and set up camp directly on the university grounds. They used tear gas to disperse the crowd and many arrests were made. By Sunday, May 3rd, Kent State campus was occupied by nearly 1,000 (one thousand) National Guardsmen. Governor Rhodes held a press conference that day which many say served only to provoke and increase the existing tension.
The next day, on May 4th, a protest was scheduled to be held at noon on the university commons. An estimated three thousand people gathered for the rally. The National Guard ordered the crowd to disperse and began to fire tear gas. Students responded by throwing rocks and chanting "Pigs off campus." In an attempt to disperse the crowd, a group of seventy National Guard troops advanced on the protesters with fixed bayonets and with their weapons locked and loaded. The guardsmen soon found themselves trapped on an athletic practice field which was fenced on three sides. What happened next left an indelible mark on the history of this country.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
"You are so fucking pretty, Alice," said Rabbit. "Why are you so completely gorgeous? Huh?"
Alice didn't answer him. Silence she found, was the best response.
Rabbit was lying on Aunt Esme's bed with his dirty motorcycle boots propped up against the wall.
Eleven-year-old Alice Duncan has a problem: growing at a breathtaking pace, her body has taken on a mysterious life of its own. Heads turn whenever Alice leaves the house. Men are magnetized by the two huge, round globes that have sprouted from her chest. They force passersby to stare, not at Alice, but at the breasts. Full-figured and long-legged, Alice towers over her teachers. In school, with kids her own age, she is ridiculed. They call her Stacked. They call her Gigantor. They make noises behind her back. But on the sidewalks of 1970s New York City, Alice is popular. Her aunt's boyfriend, Rabbit, says she's gorgeous. Even Crash Omaha, a rock star, tears off his motorcycle boots and climbs into her shower stall. He needs to show her the green tattoo of a cockroach on his upper thigh.
Alice has no one to turn to. Her father has checked himself into a chic mental institution; her mother has run off to Italy. Her hedonistic sixteen-year-old aunt, Esmé, is busy collecting boyfriends. Alice finds this messy behavior repulsive. But when she is shipped off to the Balthus Institute, an exclusive art school in the mountains, she finds herself drawn into the gritty, seductive glamour of the seventies art world. There, she meets a charismatic man named J.D. He is amoral, charming—and, possibly, an outlaw.
Inspired by Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, One Pill Makes You Smaller is an audacious and fiercely original portrayal of a young girl's perilous crossing into adulthood. Dierbeck has created an enchanting narrative, filled with telling sensuous details and wicked humor, which makes hers one of the freshest new voices in contemporary fiction.
"Lisa Dierbeck’s debut novel, One Pill Makes You Smaller, exposes the two opposing forces—puritanism and hedonism—that have shaped American society. Its 11-year-old protagonist, Alice, is an unforgettable creation with important insights into human nature. Not yet adult, but no longer a child, Alice expands and shrinks in other people’s eyes. As shocking as Lolita, told with unflinching honesty, One Pill Makes You Smaller is a powerful, deft novel that is likely to stir controversy."—Pagan Kennedy, author of Black Livingstone
Monday, May 02, 2005
WASHING MACHINES WITH TRANSPARTENT LID!!! Indulge people into sin because the women's underwear rotates around the machine arousing sinful toughts about the women's private parts like their luscious breasts and tender folds and soft, silky insides of their.
WHAT'S THIS POKEMON? Childrens trade pictures of demons!
Sunday, May 01, 2005
We invite you to celebrate this day by consciously focusing on love and what it means to you. We hope that by practicing love in all areas of your life, you will find it natural to use it all year long. Our main theme explains it best, "Love Begins With Me."
What I Can Do
Simply be love. And if you want to actually do something loving, we have provided several categories to help give you ideas of how you may approach the day. See the links to the left or above. Each page will present ideas that you can begin with. We encourage you to come up with your own ideas (and share them with us!)
Around the World
Catching on around the world, we launched this new program in December 2003 for our first celebration on May 1, 2004 and already we have connected with people in over 70 countries. We hear daily from so many of you supporting our efforts for this event. You have shown us that this simple idea is one whose time has come. Our second celebration is here this May 1, 2005!
State and community proclamations include the governors of Connecticut, Florida, Iowa, Utah and New Jersey and mayors from Houston, Columbus, Salt Lake City, Milwaukee, Harrisburg, Palm Bay, Minneapolis, Iowa City, Middles borough, Raleigh, Tampa, Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, Sarasota, Clearwater, Plant City, New Smyrna Beach, and the Commissioners of Hillsborough County, St. Petersburg City Council along with a Tampa City Council Commendation. And our main flyer is now available in 13 languages!
In conjunction with Global Love Day, we launched our annual Art, Essay and Poetry Invitational. This program encourages our youth to participate by sharing their perspective of global love in a creative fashion. You can see how their amazing efforts turned out for our first annual presentation on the Invitational page and also find information and guidelines for this year's submissions.
It is our vision to unite one and all in a celebration of love and compassion. This day marks our annual event calling upon all people and all nations to gather together in peace and love. This year's theme is appropriately called, "Love Begins With Me".
As we continue to connect with people and organizations around the world, we are amazed at how much is being done in efforts to positively assist humanity. There are so many wonderful people and associations that are actively working on behalf of a community, nation and even in global proportions.
As we often remind ourselves, what is presented by mainstream information sources is often a narrow and negative perspective of what is happening upon this planet right now. To the contrary, we see and know that good and right is occurring everywhere. Look for love and you will see it all around you.
This simple reminder changes the very nature of our experience. We are what we place our attention upon. When we allow love to be our focus of life, we expand this in our every day activities. It is as simple as changing each perspective and allowing the negative and limiting views to be released and replaced by a higher, more loving understanding.
We appreciate and are grateful for the courage each of you express. In a world that has historically revered the negative and fear based aspects, it takes strength to be and share love. It is time for love to become our common vision.
Please join us. Be a part of this global day by choosing love, compassion, peace, and unity. Share this information with your friends, relatives and coworkers. Love locally and spread it globally.
Think: Global Love Day
Feel: Love Begins With Me
Remember: May 1, 2005
Article from the World Peace Herald
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