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Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Mia felicita

Carezza mia, sorriso luminoso,
fate il mio cuore di svolazzare.
La gioia e l'allegria,
mi fate felice.
Fantasia e speranza,
sogni e speranza,
miei cari amici,
voi portate la luce nella mia vita.
Una vibrazione raffinata -
così sottile, così divina,
delicata e dilettevole eppure così intensa,
tu sei il genuino amore -
la mia felicità, il mio élan.

To you, my . . .

To you, my mind, I am talking;
to you I am asking - where are you?!
Lost in the present, numb,
frozen by the emptiness.

To you, my heart, I am appealing;
for you I am waiting and seeking -
to hear your beat, feel your love,
be again alive and happy.

To you, my bright being, my fondling,
I am wondering - where have you disappeared?!
Withered, forlorn, lonely,
wandering in darkness amongst the human desert.

To you, my gentle creature, I say - come back,
be me again, rejoice in your mindfulness and care,
be reborn in light and vibrant, vivid youth,
in your affection, inner strength and fine vibration.

Saturday, 10 September 2011

Denise Scott "Number 26"

Release: May 11, 2011
Genre: Comedy
RunTime: 1 hr 15 min

Description: "I'll never forget the first time John and I saw number twenty-six. We just knew it was going to be ours. It was so awful and ugly and repulsive in every way we knew we had a great chance of getting it at auction." So begins Denise Scott's highly-acclaimed memoir. In the process of writing it Denise spent two years reflecting on her life and she'll be buggered if all she ends up with is a book. So here it is live on DVD.

Sunday, 28 August 2011


New call for short film scripts to be launched soon. The deadline for submissions will be 30th September.

ESP 2012 is planned for the following dates/locations (to be confirmed):

- Scriptwriting workshop in Luxembourg, 2-8 January

- Pitching and coproduction forum in Maribor, 2-4 March

The Soviet Arts Experience

In one of the largest collaborative artistic efforts across Chicago, twenty-six of the city’s prominent arts institutions will join together in 2010, 2011 and 2012 to present The Soviet Arts Experience, a 16-month-long showcase of works by artists who created under (and in response to) the Politburo of the Soviet Union.

Friday, 5 August 2011

Hedgehog Meanings and Thoughts on Animal Symbolism Related to the Hedgehog

It's true, big things really do come in small packages and the animal symbolism of the hedgehog proves it.

Those with the hedgehog as their animal totem know how to take care of themselves and do so with grace and style. We make this association by observing the hedgehog when it is threatened. It packs itself tightly in a neat little ball, exposing some lethal looking quills. Any predator who takes a bite of this prickly morsel will spit it right back out.

Same goes with those who honor the hedgehog as their totem - these people always land on their feet and go through challenges with the same calm, cool practicality as the hedgehog does.

This little creature packs a powerful symbolic punch with animal symbolism including:


The hedgehog is also symbolic of fertility and being connected to the earth. It's belly is close to the Mother (earth, that is) and this close proximity is symbolic of its connection to earth and all that is fertile. The hedgehog's tendency to curl up in the fetal position is also a message of centering, and connecting with the source.

Further, central Asia and parts of Iran associated agricultural abundance, fertility and the gift of fire to the hedgehog. In these cultures it is considered a solar power animal, and is strongly connected to the energy and vitality of the sun. This may be further understood when we think of the hedgehog's splayed spikes look much like the spanning rays of the sun.

Being a nocturnal creature, the symbolism of the hedgehog deals with intuition, psychic ability, prophetic dreams and visions. This is because the night deals with concepts that are cloaked in shadow - a realm that is not altogether clear. That the hedgehog's active time is at night is symbolic of "second sight."

Another testimony to its spiritual power is the hedgehog's natural resistence to snake venom. This is carries extreme importance with many Native American Indian tribes and is seen as a symbol of victory over evil. This attribute is also a portent of resurrection, life after death, or defeating death completely.

The Greeks and the Romans attributed intelligence to the symbolism of the hedgehog as the witnessed the creature knocking off grapes from vines and rolling on to them - essentially "toothpicking" or spearheading the grapes on their backs and carrying them away to dine on at a later date.

Wednesday, 29 June 2011

“When you are content to be simply yourself and don’t compare or compete, everybody will respect you.” ~ Lao Tzu

Wednesday, 22 June 2011

My secret

My heart is my secret. My power.
My heart is my youth. My might.
My heart is my purity. My salvation.
My heart is a gift to me. To you.

I am happy within. I am strong.
I am in harmony with my heart.
My puls is my life beat. Me.
My secret is my strength. A heart.

A gift and blessing is all I need.
A life in bright satisfaction, and
a pure joy of here and now, a smile.
I rejoice in love. I love in heart.

* * * * *

Ik word gevraagd zo vaak over alles.
Over het leven, over mezelf.
Ik word gekeken zo vaak door iedereen.
Door mensen en dieren, door mezelf.

Ik ben mezelf soms niet. Ik ben op zoek.
Op zoek naar mijn hart en mijn gedachten.
Op weg naar mijn innerlijke mezelf.
Onderweg naar mijn echte, eerlijke 'ik'.

Ik verdwijn af en toe van de wereld.
Een wereld van chaos en angst.
Ik verdwijn voor de ogen van de naasten.
Ik word een met mezelf, met het leven.

Ik houd. Houd van de mogelijkheden.
Ik verlang. Verlang naar de reinheid.
Naar het zachte en tedere gevoel van
nu, hier, ik ben, liefde, onbegrensdheid.

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

Sweet words

Sweet words, gushed from
the depths of my creature.
Sweet words, bright pearls
from the world of light.
Words of love and pleasure,
words of purity and might.
You are my salvation,
you are my most precious
path to the golden sphere.
Words of power, words of me,
words of secret and liberty.
А whisper, a divine thread.
Sweet words of calm and ease,
sacred words of majesty.

Monday, 16 May 2011

Ухайни цветя

Ухайни цветя, разпръснати из полята на моята душа,
родени в светлина, силни и мили.
Вие сте пъстротата на моята същност,
надежда и опора в сивотата на дните.

Ухайни цветя, деца на моята душа,
нежни творения на добра топлина,
вие красите живите ми мисли
и стопляте мене със свойта добрина.

Прекрасни ухайни цветя, плод на благостта,
вие дарявате искрица сърдечност, мир и покой
на моята изстрадала, окаяно опърпана душа.
Вие сте дар на божествеността, на милостта.

Saturday, 14 May 2011

Ода на отеления вол

Ах, каква изненада!
Тези дни ми се отели волът.
Аз уж без грижи, без забави,
през глава под юргана,
крих се от света.
Чувах аз мучене,
грохотно бумтене,
но сърцето ми не даде
в теготата да надзърна
и поука да си извлека.
Че мълчанието е злато,
знанието - пари;
че слънцето изгаря,
а сянката тежи.

Чувах аз мучене,
грохотно бумтене.
И сърцето ми в помая
спря да тупти.
Словата пресъхнаха.
В полята безплодни
посяти, изсъхнаха,
съвсем подсъхнаха.
Мисълта ми се сопна
и гордо отсече
"Край! Аз се
отказвам да мисля.
Намери си друг покой,
свой собствен конвой."
Дните се занизаха,
времето засече
и животът замръзна
в позната картина
на повторения и тъга,
омразна забрава и самота.

Monday, 9 May 2011

Laugh, my child

Laugh, my child. Enjoy the sky!
Follow your heart, listen to it.
The call of life is within.
The vibe of love is all around.

Create, evolve, progress!
Spread the seed of love,
the word of heart and peace.
Stay fine and kind!

Laugh, my child. Rejoice in light!
Believe the whisper of your thought,
follow the path of the pure soul.
Preserve the brightness of creation!

Saturday, 7 May 2011


Мъничка сълза се стича.
В бисерна роса се облича.
Тихи слова се ронят -
големи дела се оформят.

В избата на хладина
сърцето се калява.
В ярката дива река
страстта се охладнява.

Мъничка сълза се стича -
две очи ги преоблича.
Дарява мир и тишина
на необузданата душа.


Колко е мъжествен женственият мъж.
Тъй силен и уверен като нежно цвете.
С префинен маниер на изтъкан левент,
с твърда ръка на мека жена.

Туй нежно мъжленце се превърна в яко биченце.
Охранено вратленце на някога префинено момченце.
Това наперено ченге е някогашно талантливо детенце,
свирело на пиано, стихове редило и мама любило.

Та тъй ... таз изтънчена натура, крехка и мила,
се превърнала в дива сила, огоена, споделена
и милото дете бе изядено на чеверме; полиция дойде
и делото превзе - с ярка сила изнежеността отне.


Казват, че животът е мъчилище;
че мъките са радост, а тъгата е мяра.
Казват, че животът е чистилище;
че мъжете са свине, а жените мръсници.
Също казват, че животът е красив,
изпълнен с радост, любов и деца;
че щастието е мерило за сила
и постоянство на мисъл и вяра.

Животът е сладък и тежък,
прекрасен и проклинат.
Животът е дар за мнозина,
рай за сърца, мисли и слова.
Животът е сила неземна,
спомен от отминали времена
на истинска мощ и чистота,
на знойна светлина и белота.

Живот е понятие многолико,
изпъстрено от много чеда -
на таз земя и в това измерение.
Живот е слово за реализация
на съкровени мечти и желания,
на възможности скрити дълбоко,
на лекота и достойна борба
за еволюция и духовен напредък.


Галантен, сладък момък се оказа.
Картини рисува, жени познава;
баба си обича, по лелки се увлича.

Със сини бисерни очи около мене се увива,
цигари си свива и мене изпива.
Аз го веселя, а той ме рисува.
Молив си остри, мене ме смята.
Облича, съблича, с мяра обрича,
през глава бяга, а мене завлича.

Художник и молив са като пръч и прът.
Платно опъва, мене нагъва.
Четката си топи - я радост, я сълзи дари.

Хумористично стихотворение

Той помисли, че съм му награда.
Седна тежко на дивана
и на своя прът си се подпря.
Аз му сладки думи пея,
той се гизди и черви,
сладости предвкусва, мили думи ми реди.

Змей страхлив се той оказа.
Аз го гоня - той ми бяга.
Прътът му се изкриви
и не смее да го потопи.
Покри се под халата
и от чужда купа сърба.

Ах тези теготи сърдечни
по бастуна му крив -
де е ни да му се радваш,
ни да се подпреш, а гледаш
отдалече и в замая сладка
сама в соса си топиш.

Рожден ден

Камбанен звън и веселба,
хиляда радостни сърца.
Среща в къща на баира,
музика, напев и свирня.

Теб празнувам, мой ден рожден,
теб възхвалям мой живот дарен.
Майка, татко аз обичам,
уважавам и почитам, на тях благодаря.

Ден рожден е днес у нас.
Гости, приятели, рода,
всички сме на сладостна софра.
Празник е във нашите сърца.

Аз съм тука, песен пея

Ден, облян в слънчева мъгла.
Песен, понесена от хиляди сърца.
И аз там, нейде в синевата,
рееща се като бляскъва звезда.

Аз съм тука, песен пея.
Тебе мисля, мене мъча.
Теб обичам, мен обричам.
На тоз живот, на тази среща.

Ден, облян в бляскъва тъма.
Звезден час на весели сърца.
Песен пея, тебе чакам.
Песен пея, щастие творя.

Wednesday, 4 May 2011

A trace of signs

I leave a trace of signs behind me.
They are all around me.
I show you the way to solution.
A sense of sparkle and promise.
I awaken your desire, make you think.
You long the near future.
You love the touch of expectation;
you fly on the wings of affection.
You succeed, and feel the action.

I leave a trace of sparkles around me.
I live in a vibrant light.
My heart fraught with vivacious love
affects your tired soul.
I behold the secret and the answer;
I can give you what you want.
I can heal your broken nature,
and make you believe again.
In goodness, and love, in me, and my pure heart.

An open message to you

I send this to the Universe in hope to reach you. This is an open message to you. Joyful, I listen to my heart, and perceive the vibe around me. I did tell you we'll see if the destiny will let you be still here for my day. My day is almost come. And you're still here. Call me. Make contact. Spend the day with me. Think of me. Be not able to forget me or ignore me! Miss me, want me, desire me! Yearn for the moment you'll have me and be part of my life, have me in yours.

This is an open message to you. Call me.

Seeking you

I have turned the world over to find you.
I have searched the space to uncover you.
I have asked the Universe for answers.
I have received the signs to trace you.

I have found you. I have heard you.
Rejoicing in light, I feel you today .
I am pulsing with the rithm of your heartbeat.
I jubilate in bright vibe of sense and celabration.

I exalt life, ensky love, excite hearts.
I praise experience and exploring lust.
I belong to the realm of the silver line.
I was seeking a friend, you have found me.

My heart

My heart is alive,
full of your love.
I feel with my heart
your thoughts, your heart.
My heart is pulsing
with your brightness,
your desire, your dream.
I feel happy with my heart.
I have light in my eyes;
my mind is awake;
I have light in my heart;
my life is complete.
I am pulsing with your vibe;
I feel your longing, your heart.
My heart is alive, happy
you exist, you persist
in your heart, in my heart.

Tuesday, 3 May 2011

Ciao amato amico

(a piece from a letter to a friend)

Amato amico,

Ti scrivo con il piacere di essere una dei fortunati ad avere l'opportunità di incontrare di persona. Il mio cuore umile umano essere cuore di una donna è molto toccato dalla luminosità dei tuoi occhi e la pace della tua creatura. Avendo un secondo di mio tempo libero, vorrei esprimere la mio godimento che ho vissuto nella nostra conoscenza e il tempo trascorso con te. [ . . . ]

Ti abbraccio con affetto,

tua amica da del destino ;D)) xoxo

Hearing their hearts and/or minds/thoughts/needs . . .

People are afraid of love. They somehow mistaken it for sex or some other interest, and the end result is hiding. A smile, a warm heart or understanding sound like a craze. This is what I encounter on regular bases here. I won't go further into the depths of feeling/sensing them, hearing their hearts and/or minds/thoughts/needs . . .


I walk along the flourishing flowers
in a magical green grass;
my heart rejoice the tenderly fragrant lilac,
sense the sent of sweetness.
I love the wind - its force,
persistence, and vigour, the life,
the brightness of the sun, its warmth,
and incinerating power.

My creature is filled with the chirp
and the warble; my mind is at rest.
Buzzing of insects, whisper of leaves,
hum of a day - the murmur of present;
this is my joy, and my promise,
and my averment of another day.
I exult in my fondness of love,
in my affirmation of a light wight.

Friday, 15 April 2011

"Милицейский протокол " - В.Высоцкий

В той тишине

В той тишине где птицы поют
и деревья шевелют, я ищу себя.
В той большой тьме, где свет,
мое сердце остерегается от
волшебных могил и темных бредил.
Там где солнце заходит, где зенит,
моя душа ищет сокровищ велик.

Я и сама знаю, что не знаю.
Я ищу впустую свою пелену,
но там где в тишине ни птицы,
ни духи поют, я слышу творения
и в бешеной гонке к тебе иду.
Я словами спотыкаюс, запыхаюсь,
на обряды я свою тарелку берю.

Can you tell me

I don't know what you do,
but can you tell me?
I can feel you; I do.

I know when my feeling thickens, it's you.
I know when my heart beat crazy, it's you.

You say you're gone, but you're here.
I see you ogling from behind.
I can feel you anticipating, wishing.
I feel you keep distance, stay away.

And yet I can hear your whisper,
I can see your spirit, feel your affection.
I know your desires and fears.
I sense you all. I am in your soul.

You cannot escape me - I inspire.
You cannot forget me - I'm the ardour.
I intrigue you and confuse you,
I awaken your sensations.

You take my breath away
with the power of your inclination.
You take my mind away
with the vigour of your whim.

Five Shakes Us Up with Spirit by Cathy Pagano

"Five is one of my favorite numbers. Like the pentacle, the five-pointed star of Venus, the number five takes the groundedness of four -– the four elements of earth, fire, air and water -- and adds spirit to the mix.

That’s why five is regarded as a mystical and magical number. While there’s an essential human quality to five -- we have five fingers and toes, five physical senses -- there’s something extra added to the stability of the material world. That extra something takes us higher into the realm of spirit.

The number five is a prime number, meaning that it cannot be reduced to anything else. That makes it primal, original and basic to our makeup. Five is a circular number, constantly producing itself in its last digit when raised to its own power. Slap me five!

The medieval knight, exemplified by King Arthur’s nephew Sir Gawain, held to five virtues: generosity, courtesy, chastity, chivalry and piety. Maybe we need to ask our men to get back on their horses and take up Gawain’s shield with its symbol of the Pentacle on it. Gawain was known to love and honor women!

Five is another number that moves like three. It knocks the stability of four into motion again. Five is attracted to everything, loves change and excitement, is versatile and resourceful, clever and amusing. Five can also be bold and aggressive, erratic and rebellious.

Five is all about freedom! Anyone traveling down this path must expect frequent changes, travel and interest in the new and untried. Five wants to experience all sorts of people, places and things so it can use its ingenuity to profit by each and every experience. Five takes us deeper into the question of what it means to be human.

Five loves the sensual experiences that the five senses brings us. So, five can go overboard in exploring the sensual side of life and get high on it. Temptation is always around the corner for the number five!

The downside of five is that it represents a loss of something that the four needed for security. It might be a loss or disappointment in love, a lost argument, a loss of security, a loss of temper. But we have to remember that loss helps us meet obstacles and transform our lives.

Five is associated with fate -- fate as an agent of spirit and meaning.

So give yourself a high five and go for it! That’s the only way to live life to the fullest."

Thursday, 14 April 2011

Today I am quiet

I have nothing to say.
Today I am quiet.
Today I am tired.
I have nothing to share.
Now I feel empty.
Now I feel fusty.
I have nothing to give.
I have exhausted my heart.
I have spent my heartthrob.

Wednesday, 13 April 2011

Tell me why you test me

Can you tell me why you test me?
What plans do you have with me?
Where do you want to take me?
What do you want me to do?

Want to see if I am worth the effort?
If I have content or a heart on the right place?
Do you want first to see if I have the capacity
to be your companion, wife or the shapeshifter

of our life together, the happiness in suspense?
Is it that you want me to give birth of children,
more special than your life itself?
If you could just tell me why it is that you test me.

I can hear you. I can feel you. I sense you.
You talk to me through your heart and vivid imagination.
I listen to your heart and percieve its desire.
I share the hope, join the feeling and wait.

Tuesday, 12 April 2011

Ik word gevraagd

Ik word gevraagd of ik verliefd ben.
Over wie ik het heb als ik schrijf,
of wat betekent alles dat ik zeg.
Ik beantwoord dan zo: "Ik ben niet verliefd.

Ik heb het vermogen om te houden.
Het gaat over mensen, over leven,
over situaties en gesprekken.
Het is meestal zo: de ene over of
tegen wie ik schrijf weet het.

De rest kan gewoon even denken
en vinden de antwoorden in eigen geest.
Ik spel het verhaal niet woord bij woord,
ik creëer een wereld van spreekwoord.

Geniet van mijn vreugde, deel in mijn liefde.
Ik heb een groot hart. Gedachten genoeg.
Ik voel hem en jou, net als de rest.
Ik zie jullie inval, mentale vermogens.
In mijn borst kloppen miljoenen zielen."

Ik hoor vaak dat ik niet orthodox ben.
Of gewoon romantisch net als onconvetioneel.
Ik verneem jullie smart en angst in dit leven,
in dit maatschappij. En dan schenk ik liefde.

Si, la mia vita

Sì, sì, sì, la mia vita!
Io sono felice, soddisfatta.
Mi piace il sole, la nuvola, il vento;
mi rallegro della gioia del tuo sorriso.

Ti adoro, la mia vita!
Poiché della tua abbondanza
e l'amore che mi porti.
Mi piacciono il cielo azzurro e la sua promessa.

Mon petit miracle mignon

Mon petit miracle mignon,
à fleures sur l'arête
de ma raison et mon désir.

Mon petite merveille doux,
tu taquines mes sens
et ensuite me laisses seul.

Tu joues avec mes sensations,
tu me mets sur feu
et tu me fais attends pour tu.

Don't hide or seek another

Can someone explain to me the fear?!
Can you tell me why you fear?
Afraid of this life? Or the love perhaps?!
Of being a better person, or the progress?!

Can one elucidate the phenomenon of fright?
The state of narrow heart, the frightened mind?
The thrill of the unknown, or the future?
The shivers of the dark and dreaded creature

That lives in you and sucks out your individuality,
sips at your uniqueness and transforms you
spiritually into a dwarf, into a tiny-tiny pygmy?
Or is it perhaps your own desire to possess me?

Are you perhaps afraid of deep emotion
and a meaningful thought? Of the fire?
Is it possible that it is the terror
of going out the frame, breaking through?

Thereby, to experience the illumination
of admiration, devotion and success?
Or is it the pulsing blood in your veins
that burns in the flames of passion?

Is your timidity a result of weakness?
Or is it the majesty of an ardour so great
which overwhelms you in this very instant
that I am the very one you chose?

Can someone explain to me the faintheartedness?
The miracle of this encounter is the abundance
of tenderness and understanding, care and unity.
This is the whisper of affection and agape.

Don't run away; don't hide or seek another.
Your soul belongs to me - to my brightness,
to my compassion and devine endowment.
I make you feel firm, secure, brisk, alive!


The greatest gift of them all - to be me.
The blessing of life - the person I am,
my mentality, my spirit, my soul.

The eminence of this lifetime - I am,
my heart, my thoughts, my compassion.
The brightness of my sprightliness -
my love, my acceptance, my support.

I live in constant change and misunderstanding.
I cope with people's fears and narrow-mindedness.
In times of despair I call upon my strength.

I can see, feel and know. I can sense.
I stay calm; I am not afraid. I accept -
my destiny, my power, my endowment,
the weakness of the mass. I am a force.

I write this to you . . .

I write this to you because you want me to woo you.
I write this to you because you want me to prove
my feelings to you, my affection,
my complete dedication and sincere devotion.

You want me to love you and want you;
you want me to spoil you.
You want me to accept you, to cherish you;
you want me to be yours.

I do this for you, for your soul.
I send this to you, to your heart,
to the brightness of nature so gentle,
to the calmness of man so vestal.

I know your pain. I understand.
I see your tears. I drink them up.
I see your eyes. I enthuse the spark.
I hear you whisper. I will talk up.

In this loneliness, in this life,
I will be your bright light.
In this desolation, this desert,
I will be your squall of hope.

I am here. I can hear you.
I am here, thinking of you.
I will be here, loving you.
I will be here besides you.

I write this to you because I sense you.
I write this to you in confirmation -
I will not hurt you nor ignore you;
I will not decline your most inner you.

I miss you. Miss the feeling of love . . .

I miss you. Miss the feeling of love.
I feel you. Feel you thinking of me.
I see you. See the wonder in your eyes.
I love you. Love the love you have for me.

Blue eyes full of tears and hope,
two eyes anticipate a sheer vision of dove -
a promise of affection and warmth,
a prospect of tenderness and compassion.

I miss you. Miss the voice you have.
I feel you. Feel the promise you have.
I see you. See the acceptance and the desire.
I love you. Love the heart you have.

2012 - A Message of Hope

Sunday, 10 April 2011

Mia mattina, miei pensieri
Mio piacere e timori
La mia compiacenza, luce e l'eccitazione

Saturday, 9 April 2011

Can you hear

Relax, be quiet! Can you hear?
The future has begun. Now and here.
Relax, be quiet! Stay calm!
The closure has outgunned you mere.

The thrill of the past is gone.
The frill of the present is withdrawn.
The feeling is there no more.
The sense is dead-on.

A simple exclaim of desire.
An innocent outcry of a soul on fire.
A basic need to admire and acquire
the essential neccessity of attire.

In a battle of the moral, striving for
a fertile, gradual upheaval,
comes the hour to cuddle and gracefully
to dapple the heavenly bridle.

Relax, be calm! Take the rein in hand!
Keep it straight and be sure in the offing.
In the time to come there will be an ordeal.
Of them all, you are to reveal the secrets

Of lands far and away, of the power and the force.
Of the magic and the mind, of the love and the compassion.
Don´t be scared! Your time will come!
You will be tender thunder of divine enclosure.

You disperse the darkness in the souls;
you diffuse the hope of life and ardour;
you shed the seeds of light and progress;
you effuse endearment and affection.

Relax, be quiet! Can you hear?
The future is here. The love and the beauty.
Relax, be quiet! Stay calm.
A new opportunity is eager to augur.

When you hear the call, don't go down and crawl.
Open the heart and accept the gift of the concept.
The fervour within is the torsion and the strength;
the zeal is the motion and the depth.


Painting aching babbling
axing basting basing

Blitzing ailing bailing
begging bending belting

Blabbing bleeping bleating
blotting blobbing plotting

Blowing plowing clinking
making faking being

Friday, 8 April 2011

My thought

My most precious thought of them all,
My wonderful and most wanted of them all,
My beloved, my essence, my joy,
you come to me and you go.

You love me, spoil me, encourage me;
You give me hope of bright future,
green meadows, sunshine and skyline -
You of them all, my most precious.

My most cherished, treasured of them all,
My rock in despair, my sprout of life,
You come to me and you go;
you bring most delight, rejoice and excitement of them all!

Thursday, 7 April 2011

My dear, my love

My dear, my love,
my dream and satisfaction,
You come to me and sing a song.

My friend, my inspiration,
a warm breeze and a mirage,
you come to me at any time.

My sweet guise of a desire so obsolete,
a gentle burst of forlorn pining,
you come to me and steal my heart.

Mon cher, mon amour

Mon cher, mon amour,
mon rêve et la satisfaction,
tu viens à moi et chantes une chanson.

Mon ami, mon inspiration,
une brise tiède et un mirage,
tu viens à moi à tout temps.

Mon gentil apparition d'un désir tellement obsolète,
une douce rafale d'un délaissé désir vif,
tu viens à moi et voles ma coeur.

Wednesday, 6 April 2011

It's Me

Yes, it's me.
When you feel the vibe turns finer,
the feeling becomes more intense -
it's me.
When you feel tenderness,
and your heart beat deep -
it's me.
When you feel the thrill in your hand,
or it goes lighter,
and the mind cares you away -
it's me.
When your thoughts wander,
and you hear the friends no more,
or everything fades away in a void -
it's me.
When you have a desire,
and dream of the love you need -
it's me.
When you are quiet and listen,
and perceive the whisper of love;
when you are still and listen,
and heed your heart's call -
it's me.

from E. M.3

"-- Со вpемени захвата Тибета китайцами в 1957 годy стpанy были вынyждены покинyть более 100 000 человек, в основном слyжители pелигии. Вот и мне пpишлось yехать, оставив хpам, оставив книги, оставив все, -- с гоpечью сказал Бонпо-лама. -- Сам Далай-лама был вынyжден yехать в Индию в 1959 годy, когда емy было 231 года. Hо около 1 миллиона 200 тысяч человек были физически yничтожены. Монастыpи pазpyшены, золотые статyи yвезены в Китай. Людей подвешивали за ноги к потолкy. Толпами сажали в тюpьмy, где люди погибали. Это стpашно! Ведь Тибет -- место, откyда пpоизошло человечество! Ведь люди Тибета знают (извините, знали) пpо великое сомати и свято его охpаняли! Ведь пpедназначением людей Тибета является сохpанение дyховных ценностей дpевности, глyбочайшей дpевности! Тибет важен для всего человечества, для его бyдyщего!"

"-- У меня тоже. Истоpически тибетцы были очень воинственны, -- пpодолжал Бонпо-лама, -- завоевали много земель. Hо более 800 лет назад пpишло как бы озаpение, после чего госyдаpственная политика pезко изменилась и была напpавлена на максимальное yсиление pелигии. Hа сменy воинам пpишли легионы монахов, начали стpоиться многочисленные хpамы. Было постpоено более 6000 монастыpей, до китайцев было около 6000 Веpховных лам. Из каждой тибетской семьи один из сыновей yходил в монахи, давая обет быть холостым. Стеpжень тибетской pелигии -- идеи альтpyизма и пpосвещения: тибетец yчился быть максимально (пpежде всего дyховно) обpазованным человеком, yделяя минимyм внимания своим матеpиальным потpебностям. Около 75% тибетского бюджета yходило на стpоительство хpамов, pелигиозное обpазование, пpосвещение и естественные наyки. Около 800 лет Тибет не имел аpмии."

"-- Защита госyдаpства пpоисходила весьма оpигинальным способом. Веpховные ламы Тибета были столь автоpитетны в миpе и y них было так много yчеников из pазных стpан, имеющих власть в своих стpанах, что ни y кого не возникало даже мысли о том, чтобы захватить стpанy, где были его yчителя. Hе забывайте, что Тибет -это цитадель всех pелигий миpа, даже пpоpоки пpоходили обyчение здесь. Не забывайте, что Тибет -- это единственное государство в мире, тратящее основную массу своих денег на религию. Только безбожники-коммунисты могли осквернить Тибет!"

from E. M.2

" -- Итак, -- продолжал я, -- на земле, по Е. Блаватской, было 5 рас людей, наша раса -- пятая. Жизнь на земле возникла путем уплотнения материи несколько миллионов лет назад. Человек, животные и растения возникали одновременно. Каждая раса возникала от предыдущей.

Первая раса людей, которая называлась "саморожденные", возникла на земле в виде эфирообразных существ путем уплотнения тонкого мира, т.е. мира психической энергии. Это были ангелоподобные люди, которые могли свободно проходить через стены и другие твердые предметы. Они выглядели как светящиеся бесплотные формы лунного света и имели рост до 40 -- 50 метров. Протопластическое тело людей первой расы было построено не из той материи, из которой сделаны наши смертные оболочки, оно больше носило волновой характер. Они были циклопами, т.е. одноглазыми; причем функцию глаза выполняло подобие "третьего глаза", осуществлявшего телепатического типа связь с окружающим миром и Высшим Разумом. Люди первой расы размножались путем деления и почкования. Языка у них не было, они общались при помощи того, что называется "передачей мыслей". Жить они могли при любой температуре.
Вторая раса людей, называемая "потом рожденные" или "бескостные", появилась на земле взамен первой. Эти люди были также призракообразными, но плотнее, чем первая раса. Рост их был меньше, но достигал 30 -- 40 метров. Они также были циклопами и общались друг с другом путем передачи мыслей. Люди второй расы были золотисто-желтого цвета. Размножались они посредством почкования и спорообразования, но в конце периода жизни второй расы появились промежуточные гермафродиты, т.е. мужчина и женщина в одном теле.
Третья раса людей, называемая "лемурийцы" и пришедшая на смену второй расе, делится на ранних и поздних лемурийцев.
Ранние лемурийцы были ростом до 20 метров и имели значительно более плотное тело, которое уже нельзя было назвать призракообразным. У них появились кости. Двуполый гермафродит стал накапливать в одном случае мужские признаки, в другом -- женские, в результате чего произошло разделение полов и появилось половое размножение. Ранние лемурийцы были двуликие и четверорукие. Два глаза были спереди, "третий глаз" -- сзади, т.е. они имели как бы два лица. Две руки "обслуживали" переднюю часть тела, две руки -заднюю. Передние глаза выполняли функцию физическо- го зрения, задний -- в основном духовного зрения. Они были золотистого цвета. Общение друг с другом производилось путем передачи мыслей. Поздние лемурийцы, или лемуро-атланты, были наиболее высокоразвитыми людьми на земле, с высочайшим уровнем технологии. В частности, к их достижениям можно отнести строительство египетского Сфинкса, огромные развалины Солюсбери (Великобритания), некоторые монументы Южной Америки и другие. Рост поздних лемурийцев достигал 7 -- 8 метров. Они были двуглазыми и двурукими. "Третий глаз" ушел внутрь черепа. Цвет кожи был желтым или красным. У них появилась односложная речь, которая до сих пор сохранилась в употреблении среди современных людей Юго-Восточного региона земли. Потомками поздних лемурийцев Е. Блаватская считает плоскоголовых аборигенов Австралии, которые выжили и эволюционировали в сторону одичания на изолированном с древних времен австралийском материке.
Четвертая раса людей называлась атлантами. Атланты имели два физических глаза спереди, а "третий глаз" был глубоко запрятан внутрь черепа, но хорошо функционировал. У них было две руки. Рост их достигал 3--4 метров, но в конце своего периода жизни атланты начали мельчать. Часть атлантов была желтого цвета, часть -- черного, часть --коричневого и часть -- красного цвета. В поздние сроки своего существования Атлантида была заселена преимущественно желтыми и черными атлантами, которые воевали между собой. Вначале атланты пользовались аглютинативной речью, которая сейчас осталась у некоторых туземных племен Южной Америки. Но в дальнейшем развилась инфлекционная речь, т.е. высокоразвитая речь, являющаяся основой современных языков. Инфлекционная речь атлантов служит корнем санскрита, который сейчас является тайным языком Посвященных.
Цивилизация атлантов также была достаточно высокоразвитой. Они получали знания путем подключения ко Всеобщему информационному полю, владели дистанционным гипнозом, передачей мыслей на расстоянии, могли воздействовать на гравитацию, имели свои летательные аппараты (вимана), построили каменных истуканов на острове Пасхи, египетские пирамиды и многие другие загадочные монументы древности.
Пятая раса людей, т.е. наша раса, называемая в эзотерической литературе арийской расой, возникла при поздних атлантах. Большая часть людей пятой расы одичала и не смогла использовать знания атлантов для своего развития. Вначале люди пятой расы были большого роста (до 2-3 метров), потом стали постепенно мельчать. Функция "третьего глаза" почти полностью исчезла, в связи с чем прервалась постоянная связь со Всеобщим информационным полем и стало невозможным использовать знания, получаемые оттуда. Постепенно внешность человека пятой расы приобрела черты современного человека."

from E. M. 1

"После медитации человек пpиходит к yбеждению, что не стоит ломать копья по поводy многих матеpиальных моментов жизни, напpимеp денег, в pезyльтате чего становится миpолюбивым. Обyчение миpолюбию -- главное назначение медитации."

"-- Состpадание -- это самая мощная добpая дyшевная сила. Роль этой силы огpомна в жизни человека, в его добpых делах, -- ответил господин Мин."

"-- Есть такие сведения, -- сказала Валентина Яковлева, -- что Сталин и Ленин имели однy и тy же дyшy. Злая дyша Ленина, когда его тело пpишло в негодность, пеpешла в тело Сталина, "выгнав" его более слабyю дyшy. Кстати, здесь пpослеживается пpоявление Великого дyха зла, так как вpемя pождения Ленина и Сталина отличается на 9 лет, 9 месяцев и 9 дней (по Hостpадамyсy), а это тpи пеpевеpнyтые шестеpки."

Шамбy Тхапа

"Глаза мyдpости -- это глаза, котоpые могyт объяснять и видят качество во всем, чтобы yзнать себя изнyтpи глyбоко и опpеделить цель жизни, в миpолюбивом хаpактеpе котоpой не должно быть сомнений".

Tuesday, 5 April 2011

Found on the Net

❤ Intuitive ♥♥ Devotional
❤ Spiritual Teacher ♥♥ Respectful
❤ Eternal ♥♥ Transcendental
❤ Philosophical ♥♥ Creative
❤ Sexy ♥♥ Spontaneous
❤ Universal ♥♥ Trans-Dimensional
❤ Laid Back ♥♥ Addictive
❤ Lovable ♥♥ Hyperactive
❤ Intercosmic ♥♥ Humble
❤ Knows How to Have Fun ♥♥ Attractive
❤ One-Pointed ♥♥ Trustworthy
❤ Unpredictable ♥♥ Wholehearted
❤ Opinionated ♥♥ Celestial
❤ Outgoing ♥♥ Insomniac
❤ Peaceful ♥♥ Cosmic
❤ Dreamer ♥♥ OCD
❤ Love/Light ♥♥ Irradiating
❤ Synthesized ♥♥ Harmonized
❤ Radiant ♥♥ Vibrant
❤ Down to Earth ♥♥ Loves Long Relationships
❤ Loyal ♥♥ Talkative
❤ Passionate ♥♥ Not One to Mess With
❤ Classy ♥♥ Rare to Find
❤ Patient ♥♥ Unique in Every Way
❤ Seductive ♥♥ Inter-Dimensional
❤ Indigo Visionary ♥♥ Illuminating
♥❤♥ Loved❤When❤Found ♥❤♥
"The greatest achievement is selflessness."
"The greatest worth is self-mastery."
"The greatest quality is seeking to serve others."
"The greatest precept is continual awareness."
"The greatest medicine is the emptiness of everything."
"The greatest action is not conforming with the worlds ways."
"The greatest magic is transmuting the passions."
"The greatest generosity is non-attachment."
"The greatest goodness is a peaceful mind."
"The greatest patience is humility."
"The greatest effort is not concerned with results."
"The greatest meditation is a mind that lets go."
"The greatest wisdom is seeing through appearances.'

Wednesday, 30 March 2011

Voglio Che Tu

Io voglio che tu vieni
e sei la mia luce d'amore.
Io voglio che tu vieni
e fare l'amore con me.

Vorrei che tu sia qui
e diventi uno con la luminosità.
Vorrei che tu stai accanto a me
e sussurri il silenzio del desiderio.

Io voglio che tu sia con me,
senti me, prendi me,fai me.
Io voglio che tu togliermi il respiro
e doni me con la comprensione all'interno.

Essere con me, stai con me.
Condividere il mondo con me.
Essere la mia voce di tenerezza,
la mia rapidità, il mio innamorato, il mio Filostorgio.

Monday, 28 March 2011

Va bene. Ti sento.

Va bene! Ti sento. Io lo faro per te. Non ti ho dimenticato. Ho solo bloccato i miei sentimenti, ma tu sei nel mio cuore. Io sono con te. Io ti daro che cosa avete bisogno. Dammi il tempo.