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“We can feel the vibration that comes from the candle flame, burning it way into our innermind, no blurry images, clear as crystal, we enter into the highest consciousness, on our journey back home, we possess the eagle’s eye, the eye that can see the invisible.”  
 ~ Michael Bassey Johnson

~ Visionary artist, Ean K Pegram “Out Of Body Experience”
~ George RedHawk motion effects ( DarkAngelOne )

“Oggi voglio ricominciare a lavorare seriamente: non vedo l’ora, perché non far niente dopo un po’ annoia, anche se mi costringo a meditare intensamente, mattina e sera, sull’arte e su altre cose. Non riesco mai a rilassarmi completamente, e invece mi farebbe bene. Così continuiamo a «lavorare» in un altro laboratorio, nella beata speranza di realizzare qualcosa: sperare è lecito, finché le tele sono ancora di un bianco abbagliante.”


G. Klimt, Dalla lettera a Marie Zimmerman, degli inizi di agosto 1903

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lauryssa + otp tags

Travelling in Spanish 🏝️

  • Viaje en tren / coche / avión. Train / Car / Plane trip
  • Viaje a caballo. Travelling on horseback
  • Viaje en el tiempo. Journey in time, time travel
  • Viaje de ida. One-way trip
  • Viaje de vuelta. Return (only) trip
  • Viaje de ida y vuelta. Round trip
  • Viaje de vacaciones. Vacation travel, travelling for the holidays
  • Viaje de trabajo. Work trip
  • Viaje de estudios. Study trip
  • Viaje de fin de curso. End-of-year trip (school)
  • Viaje astral. Out-of-body experience, astral trip
  • Viaje al pasado. Trip to the past, trip down memory lane
  • Ir de viaje / Hacer un viaje. Take a trip
  • Estar de viaje. To be travelling, away on a trip
  • ¡Que tengas buen viaje! Have a good trip!
La sacralità della tenebra
si fa canto radioso
per l'animo del cuore,
quando tu sei il fiore
che nutro, che innaffio,
che ammiro,
nell'attimo che passa,
nella memoria che resta.
Ed io mi scopro in ascolto,
mi stupisco e tremo
di questa carezza
che sopravvive al tempo
e si fa filigrana ad ogni partecipare
a generoso tramonto,
inestinguibile ardore.
—  Gaia Ortino Moreschini, Vita e morte
  • Mei: Fresh lettuce is my all-time favorite food. What's your favorite food?
  • Al: Oh, I take Skittles and I put it between two Starbursts. Know what I call it?
  • Mei: Skittle Sandwich?
  • Al: ...That's pretty good. No, I call it Alphonse's Mouth Surprise. It's nice because the flavor of the Starbursts really bring out a similar flavor in the Skittles.

Modern AU where Roy is a firefighter and, one day, he and his team get called to house fire with two kids still caught inside.

So they go in and everything is already pretty much engulfed by flames, but they make their way through, calling out and hoping for an answer. Eventually, they find the boys, half-buried underneath a fallen beam, one brother shielding the other who is unconscious.

So the team lift the beams and pull the kids out, Roy making a grab for the smaller one who is heavily injured but just starts thrashing, delirious, pleading for them to save his little brother first, because it was his fault, he was experimenting with chemicals, Al needs to be alright, Al is the the only one important-

But Havoc’s already got a hold of the boy named Al, and so they get the hell out of there, because the timber might just come crashing down at any moment.

They hand the kids over to the paramedics, extinguish the fire, secure the premises, and then their work for the day is done.

Roy goes home to wash off the smoke and the soot and the blood of a little blonde boy.

The next day, the newspaper reads that the younger brother is in a coma while the other has lost two limbs, and Roy bites the inside of his cheek and wonders whether he even really made a difference.


Years later, when he has barely ever thought about the boys again, when he is older and scarred with flames, when he has just lost his eyesight on a fire run and does not yet know whether it will be temporary, when he is twisting his fingers and waiting at the hospital for the doctor to examine him-

He overhears a conversation, two young men talking, bantering, one fondly exasperated, the other griping that ‘C'mon, Al, I can skip the appointment just this once, you can just check the prostheses at home, right?’

But Al just waves him off,  'I have a patient now, brother, so would you please -’ and 'Good morning, Mister Mustang. I am Doctor Alphonse Elric and I’ll do you’re check-up for today’, and then it just clicks in Roy’s brain.

And he stumbles over himself a little, feeling stupid to introduce himself like this, like he has some sort of savior complex, but this means so much to him, these two boys who managed to make it despite the odds, and Alphonse is an intern now and he’s dedicated his life to saving people, much like Roy has. And the older brother reluctantly introduces himself as Edward and doesn’t shake his hand because 'mine’s fake anyway’, doesn’t thank Roy for saving his life, doesn’t want to talk about the fire because there is still that sharp edge of guilt in his voice.

But Alphonse insists that the least they could do is treat Roy to lunch, and from there everything just snowballs. Roy’s regular doctor appointments lead to him finding out that Edward hasn’t been slacking off either, that he’s revolutionizing the world of physics.

But Roy is still struggling with his blindness, does not want to accept it, can literally see nothing but bleak darkness stretching out in front of him for the rest of his life. And Alphonse confesses that back after the surgeries, Ed had been in a similar slump, that he’d thought of himself as crippled and useless, but that he’d managed to find his path after all; and Al gently suggests that maybe Ed would be willing to sit down with Roy and share experiences.

Roy doesn’t know how Al blackmailed his brother, but soon he finds himself attending regular coffee dates with Edward, talking things out, both of them reluctant at first, skirting around the issues, but eventually opening up to one another, confessing some of their darker thoughts, their darker moments, and everything beyond and between that.

Finally, however, it turns out that Roy’s sight is not irreparably damaged. Finally, Al asks him so please open his eyes so he can check.

'Not yet,’ Roy says breathlessly because he wants the first thing he sees again to be Edward, yet Al just laughs and admits 'I expected something like that’, and Ed is already there any waiting.

After weeks and weeks of darkness, Roy’s vision is filled with gold.


Bonus: Black Hayate as a search dog.

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AL BIELEK – THE ALTERNATIVE FUTURE TIME LINES & TIME TRAVEL

This is a special additional archive footage to “AL BIELEK – THE COMPLETE VIDEO AUTOBIOGRAPHY” never before seen. Recorded in Denver, CO, 20th April, 2000 A.D.

Al Bielek was part of the Philadelphia Experiment that sent him into the future to two different time periods. In this video he speaks about the changes in the world that he noticed while in the future. Bielek had learned of many catastrophes, including the NWO takeover, major geological changes that altered each continent’s coast line, and World War Three breaking out between US/Europe and Russia/China. He mentioned these events long ago, and we are now starting to see them take place. Did Al Bielek really visit the future? Did the Philadelphia Experiment really take place? That’s for you to decide. Nevertheless, it sure makes for one hell of a story.

theguardian.com
Half a century after his big brother arrived in London to begin his short career, Leon Hendrix reflects on Jimi’s life and music
By Ed Vulliamy

Leon is slender, intense, and enjoys the inevitable conversation about his brother rather than himself, in the room which Jimi called “the first real home of my own”.

Everyone knows the Hendrix childhood was hardly that of a model family – a mother who left, and a father who drank more than he cared. “But Jimi looked after me,” recalls Leon. “For some reason, I never missed a meal. He looked out for me like an elder-brother-father; he made me what you English call ‘tea’ and made sure I was OK. And sometimes, we used to sneak off to Mom’s for dinner.”

But where did the music come from? “It’s called inspiration,” says Leon, almost scolding. “As in ‘spirit’, as in ‘in-spirit-ation’. It’s in the wind. I was there when Jimi was a boy, and he’d play with a broom, his first guitar. And Pa would come home and see the straw and shit from the broom on the floor, because Jimi’d been doing acrobatics with his his broom-guitar, and Jimi’d get a whuppin’.”

According to Leon’s book, Jimi Hendrix: A Brother’s Story, Jimi’s first real instrument was a ukulele the boys found while cleaning out a neighbour’s garage. When he finally got a guitar, Jimi, says Leon, “used to take gold tassels from his Pa’s empty Seagrams 7 bottles and tie them to it.

“But the music came from nowhere,” he says. “Music has no body, and I remember when Jimi was playing, he’d try to conjure up the sound with his fingers – where is it?” Once, “when we were little, Jimi took a radio apart, trying to find the music inside it. We lost the screwdriver behind the sofa and couldn’t put it back together, and that was another whuppin’.”

Leon says, poignantly, of Hendrix’s soft vocal timbre: “It came from always being told to shut up as a kid. Jimi went inside with his music, and when he got on stage, that was his time”.

There is genetic lineage, it turns out, as Leon imparts some new information “My mother’s grandfather was a musician. He was black, but looked so white he was allowed to play, down in Louisiana. He played orchestral music in the 1800s.” However, “my own children want nothing to do with music, they’ve seen what it did to us. My daughter’s in Mexico and my son wants to be a scientist, or a doctor. But I’ve got these grandchildren – and they’re mighty interested. ‘Hey, grandpa, play us that music by uncle Jimi!’ [Read More]

“Rational thought ” isn’t some magic monolithic state you earn and either have or don’t have but should be seen more as small collections of habits that deal with the interpretation of experiences. Like when al-Razi wrote his refutations of the medical theories of Galen (which was the dominant school of medical thought in his day) he didn’t attribute the errors of his opponents to some nebulous “stupidity” or lack of rational capacity but rather that they had picked up the habit of uncritically mimicking the words of ancient books and he pointed out that this isn’t how you better the interaction between science and the world