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April 13, 2017
Mesmerizing Animated Masterpieces
Don’t know why, but Edward Hopper’s work evokes sadness in me – for the 50th anniversary of his death, a British digital agency chose to transform the most famous masterpieces of the artist into beautiful GIFs….thanks for sharing, Alk3r!
For the 50th anniversary of the Edward Hopper’s death, a British digital agency, Verve Search for Orbitz chose to make the most famous masterpiece of the artist, by creating beautiful GIFs.
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April 6, 2017
STEALING GEMS FROM A CORPSE
[image error]During my years in Manhattan, I flew to Florida to spend a long weekend with a close friend. At the time I was agonizing over whether to cut loose from a relationship that had been wonderful at the start but was now beginning to seriously drain and confuse me. You see, I had turned decisively to the inner path, but my friend had turned his back on the mystical path and was pursuing happiness in the external world. We had come to a major crossroads but neither of us were able to take that final decision to cut the cord. You see, he had arrived when I desperately needed spiritual companionship and our work together had allowed me to open the portal to great jewels in my awakening consciousness; apart from being willing to walk with me through hard, he had also inspired me to write my first novel.
That night I discussed the situation with this other close friend—a man in whose good heart and caring for me I trusted. Fascinated by the subconscious, he had developed a special mastery over lucid dreaming; in response, he guided me into meditation and told me to request my inner being for an answer to my conundrum.
[image error]It was past midnight when we went to our separate bedrooms. A soft drizzle soon put me to sleep and I drifted into a vivid dreamscape: Three sisters live in a beautiful home surrounded by misty gardens. The eldest is a serene and lovely woman; the middle sister is still finding her way, while the third is wild, a slave to her tumultuous emotions. The younger sister runs across the house to find her eldest sister. “We’ve got to get rid of the body now!” she shrieks. “It’s dangerous to keep him here!” The eldest nods her head in agreement. She summons the middle sister and the three enter a large empty room. The eldest pushes a button on the wall and a marble slab slides out of the wall. Upon it lies a corpse—the corpse of the friend I was troubled about! Big sis picks up three swords and hands one to each sister, keeping the sharpest for herself. “All right,” she says calmly. “You stand at his hands, you at his feet, and I will stand at the head. When I give you the signal, strike!” The three take their stances when Big Sis peers down at the corpse more closely and sees a necklace of glittering gems around its neck. “Wait a sec,” she says. “First we have to take out the jewels and keep them safe.” She reaches down, lifts the necklace off and places it inside her pocket. “Now strike,” she says, and in unison, the three sisters chop off the head, hands and feet of the corpse; amazingly the corpse disintegrates into nothing. The eldest leaves the room and walks out into the twilit gardens—whereupon she hears a great voice thundering down from the heavens: “And now your spirit shall be free!”
I woke up, stunned by the vividness of the dream. Those three sisters were all facets of myself, I realized. Yes, there were times when I felt confident and serene, times when I was troubled, and still other times when I writhed and moaned under the whip of intense emotions. I knew what this powerful dream was instructing me to do—to preserve the priceless jewels my friend had given me, but to allow the relationship itself to disintegrate back into the nothingness from which it had emerged. Cutting off head, hands and feet simply meant that I was being ordered, by my own Higher Self, to cut off all contact so I would have the time and space I needed to grow in my own special way.
[image error]Shamans speak of big and little dreams. The little ones we can safely ignore, but the big ones can guide us and enrich our lives in unimaginable ways. Looking back on my life, it struck me that every time I found myself in crisis, dreams would arise to help me out. Often they were so vivid I could not ignore their message—and, if I was wise enough to listen, they never failed to guide me to peace. You see, when we choose to walk the inner path, we awaken great forces in the cosmos who begin to guide us in amazing ways; slowly the Inner Guru awakens and then we are well on our way home, to that substratum of peace and joy that is our true nature.
Greetings from Arunachala, Shiva the Destroyer in the form of a sacred mountain, who vows to destroy all that blocks us from merging into the blazing and blissful light that we truly are!
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Mesmerizing Kaleidoscopic GIFs
Illustrator and animator Anna Taberko produces lovely kaleidoscopic animations that depict the blooming of flowers, the evolution of animals, and the flight of bees. Most of her pieces begin life as traditional hand-drawn cel animation before being digitized and turned into sequential loops. You can follow more of Taberko’s work on Instagram and GIPHY. Thanks, Alk3r!
Illustrator and animator Anna Taberko produces lovely kaleidoscopic animations that depict the blooming of flowers, the evolution of animals, and the flight of bees.
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April 2, 2017
Monday Funnies…
ha ha ha…Aunty Acid here, to brighten up a bleak Monday.
Thanks for sharing, Chris Graham!
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March 28, 2017
The Man Who ‘Died’ and Came Back to Plant Trees
I LOVE trees….”Twenty some years ago David Milarch hovered above the bed, looking down at his motionless body. Years of alcoholism had booted him out of his life. An inexplicable cosmic commandment would return him to it. His improbable charge? To clone the world’s champion trees – the giants that had survived millennia and would be unvanquished by climate change.” Read on, and thank you for sharing this, Alk3r!
Twenty some years ago David Milarch hovered above the bed, looking down at his motionless body. Years of alcoholism had booted him out of his life.
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March 26, 2017
The Tragedy of A Relationship
“When a pigeon flies, his wings beat in taal… You can count the matras if you don’t believe me. And such a sweet voice… God has invested such a treasure of music in each of his creations that man can take armfuls away but never exhaust it. Goddess Saraswati has given me a little too. But not as much as I would have liked. Just when I began to draw something from the ocean of music, my time was up. This is the trouble, when the fruit of a man’s lifelong labour ripens… Who can understand God’s ways? But one thing I have understood a little. There is a fruit, the custard apple. I like it very much. I eat it and throw the seeds outside the window. And one day I look and there’s another tree of the same fruit. With new fruits on its branches. I eat it and others enjoy it too. This music also is like that. It is not the property of one, it belongs to so many.”
In August 2000, Ravi Shankar’s first wife, the reclusive surbahar virtuoso Annapurna Devi, did her only interview in 60 years with me in which she spoke about her torturous marriage and the tragic life of their son Shubho. Originally published in Man’s World, it was rediscovered by a journalist in December 2012 after the demise of Pandit Ravi Shankar. Since then, the story of Annapurna Devi has gone viral logging in over 10k Likes on Facebook and 900 shares. It’s an amazing, unforgettable story of a rare modern-day musician mystic.
In the Hindustani classical music fraternity, Annapurna Devi’s genius is part of a growing mythology. The daughter of the great Ustad Allauddin Khan, the sister of Ustad Ali Akbar Khan and the divorced wife of Pandit Ravi Shankar, she is considered to be one of the greatest living exponents of both the surbahar and the sitar.
The tragedy is that…
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March 25, 2017
Breathtaking Slowmotion Video of Dolphins
Dolphins – what’s not to love about these gentle delightful highly intelligent and loving creatures? Watch! Thanks for sharing, Alk3r!
Damian Christie captured this footage of bottlenose dolphins chasing his boat, in Marlborough Sounds, in New Zealand…
March 20, 2017
Read 15 Classic Books in Under A Minute
ha ha ha..true, sometimes reading a 350-page novel is just too much work. Thankfully, there’s Book-A-Minute Classics! Thanks, Alk3r!
Sometimes reading 350-page novel is just too much work. Thankfully, there’s Book-A-Minute Classics!
March 19, 2017
Easy And Natural Is The Way: By Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
“As Sri Ramana never tired of saying,… the only true guru is your Heart, your own Self.” Thanks for a great post, Harsh!
Dear Friends,
Sahaj in Sanskrit means easy and natural.
There is saying in Hindi, “Sahaj pake so meetha hoy.”
It means that easy and natural cooking of food leads it to taste sweet.
It is something like the English saying that soup that simmers slowly or the cake that is baked slowly tastes best in the end.
These are metaphors for life. When we do something with care and love, the results are better. Sometimes we even say that, “this is a labor of love.” When we love what we do, it does not feel like work.
Everything has its nature. When we are true to our own nature, an easy authenticity takes over. Then we are not concerned about impressing others nor worried about how others are judging us.
Nature is showing us the way. Seasons are coming and going. Flowers bloom and then wither. We are breathing in…
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Monday Funnies…
“Why do they put pictures of criminals up in the Post Office?
What are we supposed to do, write to them?” Ha ha ha, yes, that’s Maxine all right – thank you for sharing, Chris Graham!
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Maxine Asks:
Why isn’t the number 11 pronounced onety-one?
If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhea…
Does that mean that one out of five enjoys it?
Why do croutons come in airtight packages?
Aren’t they just stale bread to begin with?
If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled?
If it’s true that we are here to help others, then what exactly are the others here for?
If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked,
then doesn’t it follow that electricians can be delighted,
musicians denoted, cowboys deranged,
models deposed, tree surgeons debarked,
and dry cleaners depressed?
If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge, would they call it Fed UP?
Do Lipton Tea employees take ‘coffee breaks?’
What hair color do they put on the driver’s licenses of bald men?
I thought about how mothers feed their babies with tiny little spoons and forks,
so I wondered…
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