tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74523845972135505832024-03-19T03:48:08.864-05:00Esoteric DailyThe Hidden thoughts of Eso Terry made public. The only conspiracy is the one brought to you by those who need conspiracies to get power. If you don’t love your neighbor, you don’t love yourself. The only enemy is the one telling you to hate your neighbor. From the bizarre to pop-culture, it's here boys and girls. Love thyself, is what the profits said. Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comBlogger761125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-17663182031351950802023-11-11T08:54:00.003-06:002023-11-11T08:54:40.861-06:00Closed For Business Until Further Notice Due To Wars<p> I'm taking a war break: Remember, which ever side you're on, sides suck. </p><p>~~ Eso Terry </p><br /><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkZRwA3sYBVqiSMuF2Q2t-VdQ4CFrIsIizGsNavGeEhDwXYi7kw2Ve0jJON48kboCcE3r2nF_emqMpb_RCzUITPhHYXCXhdrc9HuNjJfl_cysr4FtVowNQjAQeJFbW6FE4Zb_SDOsLYXyFpJxh4SRPWtQqqI7h1yKAHEPS3VZNp0KxYVKKysL9DBiAD0/s205/RollsEyesCloseUp.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="151" data-original-width="205" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkZRwA3sYBVqiSMuF2Q2t-VdQ4CFrIsIizGsNavGeEhDwXYi7kw2Ve0jJON48kboCcE3r2nF_emqMpb_RCzUITPhHYXCXhdrc9HuNjJfl_cysr4FtVowNQjAQeJFbW6FE4Zb_SDOsLYXyFpJxh4SRPWtQqqI7h1yKAHEPS3VZNp0KxYVKKysL9DBiAD0/w258-h190/RollsEyesCloseUp.gif" width="258" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPcLsgqvxniMnFOaInAKErfAVeI8zCWxVm-om3-j-xZ18tcTE9i2LqdqCylg6U-GYqeJ6VjP-KYd83kwvvHxk6QZs2ImZhyeXs4AcwxQCgh1S0Mj9w27SkbELWbisfzi6WHmy_DsqkdbYYDoNCQXUhf0-WAdmd4amc3wMuRStD_NbHnE_s9UOdD8Ra8c0/s416/putinFaceJumps.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="328" data-original-width="416" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPcLsgqvxniMnFOaInAKErfAVeI8zCWxVm-om3-j-xZ18tcTE9i2LqdqCylg6U-GYqeJ6VjP-KYd83kwvvHxk6QZs2ImZhyeXs4AcwxQCgh1S0Mj9w27SkbELWbisfzi6WHmy_DsqkdbYYDoNCQXUhf0-WAdmd4amc3wMuRStD_NbHnE_s9UOdD8Ra8c0/w301-h237/putinFaceJumps.gif" width="301" /></a></div><p></p> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-74769157166383376422023-10-20T10:13:00.001-05:002023-10-20T10:13:17.790-05:00A Personal Message on War<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6T2XGgs2d9hPRNpxvcbxro3q6cNeUCPHy1s_VPl9GH9j3XQqp5xi9Je81Z-9JvQfThefRGDD1DGvboZpNdd303lKA8HlcH-q0_gj4eoVyJbA0dJ2eZkwFKxyECQRozqO8X-2jpOKbR3_O3YYFlm3CQ9AmTcZtp4mOoqak2HrzFkEx2zh1YQLFxPR3n_s/s220/tenor.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="147" data-original-width="220" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6T2XGgs2d9hPRNpxvcbxro3q6cNeUCPHy1s_VPl9GH9j3XQqp5xi9Je81Z-9JvQfThefRGDD1DGvboZpNdd303lKA8HlcH-q0_gj4eoVyJbA0dJ2eZkwFKxyECQRozqO8X-2jpOKbR3_O3YYFlm3CQ9AmTcZtp4mOoqak2HrzFkEx2zh1YQLFxPR3n_s/w305-h204/tenor.gif" width="305" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Let's pretend there are not wars boys and girls, we can just laugh and have fun!<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><br />I've been hiding from the silliness of it all. How can we have wars without interruption? What is the price we are paying for this? </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">A wise man once said, "<span class="ILfuVd NA6bn" lang="en"><span class="hgKElc"><b>Know thy self, know thy enemy</b>.
A thousand battles, a thousand victories. There is no hunting like the
hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and
liked it, never care for anything else thereafter." That wise man was Sun Tzu. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="ILfuVd NA6bn" lang="en"><span class="hgKElc">"If you are angry, so am I. That's not a reason for more killing, that is a reason for more love." I said that. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="ILfuVd NA6bn" lang="en"><span class="hgKElc">~~ Eso Terry </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="ILfuVd NA6bn" lang="en"></span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5-MxyECkWzrSNmwgbYHoIH4EtGIYxFN5meOqIqnnXpxqQoFtw2kod6rwrDrwd3vLXtssbWKansUsj-WqtY3LkzBkoDfe-8hE5ZpDK0icJ9Y7R6zMwXYm0BkksquaYzcRuoeMhx-G0vFJ54l4xnwdcAZ468W_b3d9KD7V9d_wGkPjhFeFHuN3lF-5Ick/s697/MarceauMaskMaker.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="518" data-original-width="697" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5-MxyECkWzrSNmwgbYHoIH4EtGIYxFN5meOqIqnnXpxqQoFtw2kod6rwrDrwd3vLXtssbWKansUsj-WqtY3LkzBkoDfe-8hE5ZpDK0icJ9Y7R6zMwXYm0BkksquaYzcRuoeMhx-G0vFJ54l4xnwdcAZ468W_b3d9KD7V9d_wGkPjhFeFHuN3lF-5Ick/s320/MarceauMaskMaker.gif" width="320" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"War without interruption is crazy."<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAWsRCClf6A6OckGhWaSi_jPvB1NqFar-GCbB-tUy-Mhtr4R2tJHypai3teNuLAIt_JnAR7hFaNblQzYI-Kh-B4Izq7q3x_dCrVyZTQSfcwSk01Q_G7h5jveCqI8lz3TrTdfDV3gGW4XLIdeKrvzv7l_63owBhHxPiOg-a7F7JjVXiLzMLMm12d_2NLKg/s480/putinDance.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="338" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAWsRCClf6A6OckGhWaSi_jPvB1NqFar-GCbB-tUy-Mhtr4R2tJHypai3teNuLAIt_JnAR7hFaNblQzYI-Kh-B4Izq7q3x_dCrVyZTQSfcwSk01Q_G7h5jveCqI8lz3TrTdfDV3gGW4XLIdeKrvzv7l_63owBhHxPiOg-a7F7JjVXiLzMLMm12d_2NLKg/s320/putinDance.gif" width="225" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"What war? Go on with your life, don't mind me. I'm just dancing here."<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span class="hgKElc"><br /></span></span><p></p> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-11126288389304062172023-10-09T09:45:00.000-05:002023-10-09T09:45:22.080-05:00October 10th, Esoterically Speaking<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today, October 10th, is not a good day for organized religion for on
October 10th, 1793, Joseph Fouché decreed that the only acceptable
worship would be that of "universal morality." Fouché even ordered the
Supreme Being out of graveyards, with the Christian promise of
resurrection replaced at their entrances with the atheistic message
"Death Is an Eternal Sleep." <br /></span>
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The people of France's second largest city had been slow to accept the
new order of things and actually had the audacity to rebel. Fouché
arrived to guide them back to reason. He started by parading the local
bishop on a donkey that was dressed in the cleric's vestments and miter,
with a chalice around its neck and a missal tied to its tail. <br /></span>
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Oddly enough, on this same day in Brazil, the annual Festival of Light
begins; the centuries-old festival which is celebrated for two
consecutive weeks and includes a parade of penance and the lighting of
candles, torches, and hearth-fires to symbolically drive away the
spirits of darkness who bring evil and misfortune.<br /></span>
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Active regions on the sun combined to look
something like a jack-o-lantern’s face on Oct. 8, 2014. The active
regions appear brighter because those are areas that emit more light and
energy — markers of an intense and complex set of magnetic fields
hovering in the sun’s atmosphere, the corona. This image blends together
two sets of wavelengths at 171 and 193 Angstroms, typically colorized
in gold and yellow, to create a particularly Halloween-like appearance.
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</p> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-17572451051398619472023-10-01T15:28:00.002-05:002023-10-01T15:28:50.784-05:00October, Esoterically Speaking<p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRYufnLX4kfe-LoZtEonFsxTnzHDR0PLQ50DGqpsP0abM9dlSUQEiJ0cXPG2nJHuuXicWX4ubfZ0W1zssq1_SMIkTnolfEXbEVk3hwZC2v26Ie5IO3W0aozYx62PrvTbCeIFQV0eung5vXQpeEY8jGDBBSxjsaSmKbBb9W_bIKwWfScbPQoCa_JAFEcU/s1193/Fashion%20(4).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1193" data-original-width="920" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRYufnLX4kfe-LoZtEonFsxTnzHDR0PLQ50DGqpsP0abM9dlSUQEiJ0cXPG2nJHuuXicWX4ubfZ0W1zssq1_SMIkTnolfEXbEVk3hwZC2v26Ie5IO3W0aozYx62PrvTbCeIFQV0eung5vXQpeEY8jGDBBSxjsaSmKbBb9W_bIKwWfScbPQoCa_JAFEcU/s320/Fashion%20(4).jpg" width="247" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">October, October, <i>Octobre</i>, the wicket month of the year when the veil between us and them has thinned to allow us to go deep into our Earth consciousness. And as the October veil thins, we're reminded that October is the tenth month of the year on today's calendar, but was the eighth month of the old pagan calendar, and sacred to the goddess <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astraea" target="_blank">Astraea</a>. She was the daughter Zeus and Themis and lived among humans during the Golden Age. But when civilization began to degenerate, she withdrew to the upperworld. The myth of the loss of the Golden Age is appropriate for this time of year when the chills of autumn tell us that the golden days of summer have past and winter's death is here. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In the Celtic tree calendar, October begins in the ivy month, Gort, which runs until October 27th. The reed month, Noetal follows. The goddess calendar month of Mala expires on October 2nd, it is followed by the month dedicated to the Egyptian goddess Hathor, ending on the 30th. The final day of October, Halloween or November Eve, is the first day of the month ruled by the goddess Samhain, this is the Irish name of the month of November, to which I will have a lot to speak about next month, but for now, know that the festival of Samhain begins at sunset on October 31st, the New Year of the Celtic tradition.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmYQUmOgZfe3X_XJoQ1E2xhazg_f8siJFcFIjiSZLZ5TYEpksHhP3i22n8rFlHRxxbDbTl5tyvXYBC2EVvHAyxhOF5zdWldjELwYZWs6lCRGwPUu7LKDXoIpm8obGUiNHq-euwJF3ft_YKdsADt2ALuHKCuTwjlvKj4CpjEuGB18gUtlGjFuumS-EOBQA/s1124/leafs.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="691" data-original-width="1124" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmYQUmOgZfe3X_XJoQ1E2xhazg_f8siJFcFIjiSZLZ5TYEpksHhP3i22n8rFlHRxxbDbTl5tyvXYBC2EVvHAyxhOF5zdWldjELwYZWs6lCRGwPUu7LKDXoIpm8obGUiNHq-euwJF3ft_YKdsADt2ALuHKCuTwjlvKj4CpjEuGB18gUtlGjFuumS-EOBQA/s320/leafs.png" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">The birthstone of October is the opal, which is seen as a protector against painful times, and as the old adage goes:</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>October's child is born for woe, </i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>And life's vicissitudes must know:</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>But lay an Opal on her breast, </i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>And hope will lull those woes to rest. </i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">(Yeah, that's some good stuff.) </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The flowers for October are the Cosmos and Marigold. The cosmos stands for harmony, beauty, and self-reliance. <span class="ILfuVd" lang="en"><span class="hgKElc">The marigold symbolizes purity, auspiciousness, and the divine. The strong fragrance of a marigold is believed to ward off evil spirits -- a much welcomed fragrance this time of year, wouldn't you say? </span></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-size: large;">October is shared by the astrological signs of Libra the Scales (or Balance) and Scorpio the Scorpion, and is scared to the following Pagan deities: Cernunnos, Hecate, the Morrigan, Osiris, and the Wiccan Goddess in Her dark aspect as the Crone. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The I Ching hexagram for October is Hex 22, Contemplation. As expected, this is a time for reflecting, being quiet, and doing inner work. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In Tess <a href="https://tesswhitehurst.com/what-is-veil-between-worlds-why-is-it-thin/" target="_blank">Whitehurst's wonderful blog on withcraft and magic,</a> she writes, "...the veil of autumn is the place where the everyday illusion of separation brushes
up against the divine truth of eternity and universal interconnection.
The place where form meets spirit, seen meets unseen, known meets
unknown."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In the <a href="https://www.farmersjournal.ie/samhain-when-the-veil-separating-the-worlds-is-at-its-thinnest-656172" target="_blank">Irish Farmers Journal</a>, eleven modern day Druids were asked to define the veil of October, and twelve different answers were given, the one I liked best is the one about the Crone, who comes to strip the leaves from the trees, to quicken the decay of the flesh of the year, so that it may feed the new life to come.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Yes, as the world around us dies, so too, can the internal aspects of our life which we no longer need, for example: the decaying friends telling us to <i>go for it</i>, as we guzzle another beer, maybe its time we leave that one behind. Let it decay with the leafs to nourish a new day of sobriety. Or this can be applied to any another aspects of our lives needing healing. In my case, maybe I'll stop dreaming of Manly P Hall, yes, that would be a twist in m sobriety, now wouldn't it?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ2t_PAJNbag0MYQo0-F-ST_JoO3qWbvZo6KR12-aQlVBidVkeM7LqAjBLSbXLI9w-BHmi7tWY6mmFFaj72_YPQF61nAKDuGklRwwa1M-z1yY5_UGVItDM3BqX7aM-yEW6vZBITZfJpK8yY3xglcKxey1MIY7Cacs52PbI0W2bLgLoG676nrYRYf0xHi8/s900/ManlyPHallPic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ2t_PAJNbag0MYQo0-F-ST_JoO3qWbvZo6KR12-aQlVBidVkeM7LqAjBLSbXLI9w-BHmi7tWY6mmFFaj72_YPQF61nAKDuGklRwwa1M-z1yY5_UGVItDM3BqX7aM-yEW6vZBITZfJpK8yY3xglcKxey1MIY7Cacs52PbI0W2bLgLoG676nrYRYf0xHi8/s320/ManlyPHallPic.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> Sadly, I must leave you with a preposition because, well, that rule has died, now hasn't it? <br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">~~ Eso Terry <br /></span></p><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="453" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/f6UmCkbpef0" title="October, Esoterically Speaking." width="806"></iframe> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-24976665075159544022023-09-28T09:25:00.001-05:002023-09-28T09:25:05.116-05:00Gargoyle Mouthwash<p> </p><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Let's talk gargoyles boys and girls, yes, those strange faces in stone telling us to behave or we'll get a massive growth on our heads.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;">In the apartment I lived in as a kid, there was an old building across the street with gargoyles on the top floor, and I would sit for hours looking up at the strange beings looking back at me, some were crying, others laughing, and if I shook my head fast enough, they moved. Of course, then I was giving ADHD medicine and stopped staring out the window so much. <br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;">Later I learned that the building across the street was built by a wealthy businessman in the early
20th century who believed putting gargoyles on the ledges would bring
him good luck. The logic didn't work because the building opened in
1929 a week before the Great Depression, and he subsequently jumped from the building. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;">The faces of the gargoyles
are rumored to be the faces the owner made as he jumped to his death
from the building after losing everything he had in the stock crash. You hear stories like these all the time, and probably the reason you never see gargoyles on buildings anymore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The history of gargoyles starts in a town in France outside of
Paris called Rouen. The story tells of a dragon that lived in the Sene
river and terrorized the town by eating people along the river banks and
burning ships trying to pass. The dragon's name... you guessed it...
Gargouille.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">The legend goes that around the year 600 AD a Christian monk named <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romanus_of_Rouen" target="_blank">Romanus</a> came
to town and defeated the dragon and delivered the dead beast to the
town's people who immediately decided to burn it. The body of the
dragon went up in flames quickly, but the head and neck wouldn't burn.
Taking this as a sign from God, the towns people mounded the head and
neck of the dragon on a village wall as a reminder of God’s great
power. This practice soon spread from town to town and the neck and
head of Gargouille became the model of today's gargoyle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The word <i>Gargoyle</i> comes from the French word <i>Gargouille</i>
and so it should be no surprise that the oldest gargoyles standing
today are found in France. These gargoyles are on Cathedrals and are a
part of what is called </span><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Scripture in Stone. </i></span><span style="font-size: large;">According
to most scholars, these gargoyles were placed on religious structures
to preach the gospels to the illiterate and warring classes by putting
the fear of hell in them. Others believe the gargoyles are demons of
lost souls placed there to scare away greater demons. Regardless of the
reason, all the great cathedrals of France have them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">The two greatest of these cathedrals are Notre Dame and Chartres. The
gargoyles of Notre Dame are rumored to take flight after dark and watch
over the cafes of Paris. The gargoyles of Chartres are said to watch
over the countryside to scare away oncoming threats. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As
I have already mentioned, the word Gargoyle is from the Old French word
Gargouille which means throat. If you look at most of the old
Gargoyles you'll see they have long necks with a head at the end in the
form of a long spout. The English words gurgle and gargle share the
same French root as the word gargoyle. This really makes sense because
in architecture any drainpipe leaning off the side of a building is
called a gargoyle. Conversely, if a stone carving does not carry water
but does have a horrible face or image on it architects call it a <i>grotesques</i>.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ostara (1901) by Johannes Gehrts. Spring feasts were held to honour the Anglo-Saxon goddess Eostre/Ostara. </td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Although
gargoyles and grotesques placed on cathedrals are believed to be of
Christian origin, a closer look does tell another story. A closer look
tells the story of how a winter's solstice celebration became the birth
of a savoir; and, how a Spring feast once held to honor the goddess
Eostre became the resurrection Easter Sunday meal. </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Stonemasons
who had passed from being an apprentice to a journeyman knew this and
so worked out
their own ideas in their carvings. They were, in a sense, independent
artist and so were free to do pretty much as they liked. So why then
did they choose
to place so many pagan images on the religious buildings of their day?
Could it be they still held onto the old beliefs in secret? After much
research, I for one believe the carvings were a message for those with
eyes to see. </span></span>A prime example of this are the many gargoyles of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Green_Man" target="_blank">The Green Man</a>, also known as <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_in_the_Green" target="_blank">The Jack in the Green,</a> who was the pagan god of tree worship and can be found in the many grotesques wearing crowns of leaves and branches. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Another
common image from paganism that is found on many cathedrals is the
multi-face grotesques that represents Diana the virgin goddess and
protector of childbirth.
Historically, Diana made up a triad with two other Roman deities: <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egeria_(mythology)" title="Egeria (mythology)">Egeria</a> the water nymph, and <a class="mw-redirect" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virbius" title="Virbius">Virbius</a>,
the woodland god. These three-faces of the gods to the cults were once
worshiped as the Christian holy trinity, that is, until the Pope
realized their true meaning and so had the practice banned. Still, the
Pope left the pagan symbols on the cathedrals as to not upset the will
of the people; seems, even the Pope had a thing for our pagan past. </span><br />
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along with diverting rainwater and scaring off evil spirits, gargoyles
seemed to be a way for the artist who placed them there to tell
the story of the old religion; the old Pagan religion before the
Christian church came along and gave the town's people the choice to
convert to the new God, or, well... die. Knowing this, it's easy to
see that these gargoyles are pagan messengers reminding us of the truth
that religion can not be ordered by a king, but must be grown from within or else, well, it's gargoyle mouthwash.</span><br />
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Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-71057322545249883682023-09-27T10:53:00.000-05:002023-09-27T10:53:06.706-05:00Don't Launch a Ship on the 27th of September. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPl4PNFEx4-VmeAKTN5JllCjqyTVnQNunf7rKfNMB2FvecgBPjPJaVtugmOvVkqhOCPjQ9wbAH7vGXthxYqs3V9rUHH_6gSsGV1EKGKZ07ieM7VnG7d5iDSuOXAyUliukG6AmoKbgVMV6j9MfVVYPUSigPqa5Li4pGo2REoDshS8rfkDdj4up1Pg88i-0/s604/terrynavy23_n.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="429" data-original-width="604" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPl4PNFEx4-VmeAKTN5JllCjqyTVnQNunf7rKfNMB2FvecgBPjPJaVtugmOvVkqhOCPjQ9wbAH7vGXthxYqs3V9rUHH_6gSsGV1EKGKZ07ieM7VnG7d5iDSuOXAyUliukG6AmoKbgVMV6j9MfVVYPUSigPqa5Li4pGo2REoDshS8rfkDdj4up1Pg88i-0/s320/terrynavy23_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eso Terry in the Navy<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-size: large;">Being a former sailor, I marvel at sea coinkydinks. Take for example the date of September 27th -- esoterically speaking that is -- <span class="ILfuVd" lang="en"><span class="hgKElc">after being
delayed by bad weather, William, duke of Normandy, embarked his army and
set sail for the southeastern coast of England in what would be known
in history as the Norman Conquest and one hell of a bloody year. Then in 1854 on this day </span></span>over 150 passengers were killed when the shipped named <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SS_Arctic_disaster" target="_blank">SS Arctic </a>sinks after being hit by a French steamship off the coast of Newfoundland, Canada. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">So, if I were launching a new ship, I would probably look at the date of September 27th as not a great day to put a ship on water for the first time, and maybe wait until the 28th. The US Navy didn't see it this way so they launched the USS William D. Porter on September 27th in 1942, and from the get-go, it was a disaster. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The ship nicknamed the "Willie Dee," was assigned its first mission of escorting the USS Iowa which was transporting President Franklin D. Roosevelt to a summit with Allied leaders at a secret conference in Tehran; however, before leaving port to join the others the Willie Dee managed to smash into a fellow destroyer and caused damage to the other ship as well as the pier. In that favorite book of mine, "Bad Days in History," the author writes: "From there it got worse." </span></p><span style="font-size: large;">In beginning its secret mission to escort the ship with the president on it, the Willie Dee accidentally dropped a depth charge and caused a sailor to fall overboard and the engine room to lose power for a time -- so much for keeping the mission a secret. </span><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrsTjwQWJU2rykcE3HIgzARgwIsnE7qsoftcYvgSE1CK8XK6tdGsZDu8aDNQRIxjBmDa4cfxRtv-GwgUet9rinxw4Oc1ExOyyM1Aa3n8wKYEz0SkkAx08U7Nwqj3npDNz2nBhVJbNA0YH8AZYSnMHQlD2-d2Yp2lUU1XSO5A3zaHZxIElJdDS0uHAKEY/s312/FDRbw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="162" data-original-width="312" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrsTjwQWJU2rykcE3HIgzARgwIsnE7qsoftcYvgSE1CK8XK6tdGsZDu8aDNQRIxjBmDa4cfxRtv-GwgUet9rinxw4Oc1ExOyyM1Aa3n8wKYEz0SkkAx08U7Nwqj3npDNz2nBhVJbNA0YH8AZYSnMHQlD2-d2Yp2lUU1XSO5A3zaHZxIElJdDS0uHAKEY/s1600/FDRbw.jpg" width="312" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">FDR</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">To overcome this dilemma and prove the Willie Dee was an asset to the mission, the captain of the Willie Dee thought he would impress the president with a war drill, and so organized a torpedo exercise with the ship the president was on as its pretend target. And yes, you guessed it, the Willie Dee launched a live torpedo at the ship with the president on it. The ship carrying the president turned abruptly to avoid the torpedo and the torpedo exploded in the water behind the president's ship. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">After the debacle, and with a strong suspicion that an assassin may have been on board, the Willie Dee was sent to Bermuda where the entire crew was arrested. The unfortunate crewman who had caused the mistake was sentenced to 14 years of hard labor, but President Roosevelt, a former sailor himself, dismissed the charges and all was forgiven. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The Willie Dee went on to have more mishaps and sailed for a three years before being sunk by Japanese warplanes. The bright side of the story is that none of the men aboard the Willie Dee died. Seems that the mischievous spirits aboard her had hearts, besides, they had another ship to launch on this day which would happen September 27th, 1938 when RMS Queen Elizabeth was launched and would eventually sink in Hong Kong Harbor despite a massive firefighting effort over two days.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Don't launch a ship on the 27th of September. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Oh, and in today's news: </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">LONDON (AP) — <a href="https://www.usnews.com/news/business/articles/2023-09-27/britain-approves-new-north-sea-oil-drilling-in-welcome-news-for-the-industry-but-not-activists" target="_blank">Britain on Wednesday (September 27th) gave the go-ahead for a major oil and gas project in the North Sea,</a> ignoring warnings from scientists and the
United Nations that countries must stop developing new fossil fuel
resources if the world is to avoid catastrophic climate change.</span> </p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Let's see how that works. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">~~ Eso Terry </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPSrbku6XIzAAPUXjsK8EA_wqorI_WWB05zAtoTnmxoamVofxdVblaA4qz54o5w1LUNSKUz-Ecyonu6m8bcTsZZhcwdARP5xQaQ8nga-E_UnKVSZIwpFPoeBzKPJj5p7Y6KguEyT7cDVDfCJX2wfOE0TKuyCNgiAm-gBX4gRbHzHNHRgFLRDNXeSz088/s697/MarceauMaskMaker.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="518" data-original-width="697" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPSrbku6XIzAAPUXjsK8EA_wqorI_WWB05zAtoTnmxoamVofxdVblaA4qz54o5w1LUNSKUz-Ecyonu6m8bcTsZZhcwdARP5xQaQ8nga-E_UnKVSZIwpFPoeBzKPJj5p7Y6KguEyT7cDVDfCJX2wfOE0TKuyCNgiAm-gBX4gRbHzHNHRgFLRDNXeSz088/s320/MarceauMaskMaker.gif" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-64160689735003874722023-09-24T09:19:00.002-05:002023-09-24T09:19:39.202-05:00A Benefit of Global Warming: A New Stonehenge. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfY6Rwn1bCpGq6os4D80OYXKtme0RGjRiKICddx8ILB3eFgtIxO2103AUB8mfzp8FSS7uJnaPYdMLGBw65fDYNdwFgOe8z6PLoh4HF9Qqlsmyxfx9uv6p_I4yoiqNCpnQ2nicPLtxpKVsBK6EO0YOf2Oa_IMC04xr3rGm9StmayIiyHStjo1N16RfMb9Y/s259/warming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfY6Rwn1bCpGq6os4D80OYXKtme0RGjRiKICddx8ILB3eFgtIxO2103AUB8mfzp8FSS7uJnaPYdMLGBw65fDYNdwFgOe8z6PLoh4HF9Qqlsmyxfx9uv6p_I4yoiqNCpnQ2nicPLtxpKVsBK6EO0YOf2Oa_IMC04xr3rGm9StmayIiyHStjo1N16RfMb9Y/w372-h279/warming.jpg" width="372" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Thanks for the Global Warming! Can I get a little help here?"</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">In
my Nichiren Buddhist training, I've learned to roll with the punches.
That is to say, happiness has nothing to do with what is going on around
us or the material things we have. Happiness is just what we are with
our Buddhist nature. So, we tend to see the good in all things. For
one, without the bad things, the good things would hardly be noticed.
That is one part, the other part is out of bad things there is always a
good thing. You know, you have a car accident which seems bad but then
they find a spot on the x-ray which saves your life. So it is an
attitude thing. </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">A
great example of this is with today's Climate Change. We all know it
is bad and we all know that greedy world leaders have no
internal guidance to do anything about it, and so it will continue to get
worse and all we can do is stop using straws and chant/pray. This is
true, but there will be things brought to light by this. For instance,
the Greed Worship that has got us here is being exposed and more and
more people are seeing that we need to stop chasing fame and fortune and
start being more Earth Conscious. We need to "give more" and "take
less." </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Easier said than done, I know. </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">On this note, because of Climate Change, receding waters has shown us a
new "Stonehenge" in Spain. That's right, receding waters </span><span style="font-size: large;">levels in Spain’s Valdecañas Reservoir has exposed a
stone monument dating back to between 4,000 to 5,000 years ago.</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
What's Next?</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;">~~ Eso Terry <br /></span></div>
<br /> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-16940338346236112662023-09-22T11:17:00.001-05:002023-09-22T11:17:51.766-05:00Tesla, Mad Scientist or Gifted Idealist? You Choose. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhthQlpsF4vWsOdY88fniorxLxlACnLsXLPZHycYOYwW0HE_EltmUxlJA09jEpj36tFnufgmNE0tra0psa6Z_0H3DBeMox4Vq9XkoOUQD9cC_uSPo1MkHycOeSknqAnbXZ0R18ezpAeHgwEU4D0RZP8mc8x9ojFP2YnR687YHbdoJMWjCxzPZFE9d6rO8c/s239/tesla1x.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="239" data-original-width="211" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhthQlpsF4vWsOdY88fniorxLxlACnLsXLPZHycYOYwW0HE_EltmUxlJA09jEpj36tFnufgmNE0tra0psa6Z_0H3DBeMox4Vq9XkoOUQD9cC_uSPo1MkHycOeSknqAnbXZ0R18ezpAeHgwEU4D0RZP8mc8x9ojFP2YnR687YHbdoJMWjCxzPZFE9d6rO8c/s1600/tesla1x.jpg" width="211" /></a></span></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">On September 22nd, 1940, <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/sitemap/1940/09/22/" target="_blank">the New York Times</a> ran an article on Nikola Tesla stating that he "stands ready to divulge to the United States Government the secrets of his 'teleforce' invention which would melt an airplane from 250 miles away." The article goes on to say that Tesla had a way of creating a beam of energy that could destroy a mountain, and this death machine could be up and running in three months. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Tesla had this idea during WWII, when he wanted to fight fascism. If it would have worked, maybe no need for the nuclear bombs of today(?)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I've written about <a href="https://www.esotericdaily.com/2015/07/an-interview-with-nikola-tesla-89-years.html" target="_blank">Tesla before</a>, and the guy was a genius who wanted to do good for the world, but because of his idealistic ways, was silenced by the system. You see, before Tesla was working on a plan for fighting the Nazis, he had had a dream to provide 'free electricity' to the world; however, the plan wasn't liked by the Corporate Profiteers of the day who saw it as a threat to their existence, and so they pulled the plug on his finances, and when that wasn't enough, they assassinated his character. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">As a young man Tesla created an <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alternating_current" target="_blank">alternating current</a> electrical-power producing system which was far superior to the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Direct_current" target="_blank">direct current</a> system being pushed by </span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Edison" target="_blank">Thomas Edison</a></span><span style="font-size: large;">, and when Tesla proved this to Edison, Edison fired Tesla and put him on the streets digging ditches until <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Westinghouse" target="_blank">George Westinghouse</a> came along and developed Tesla's <i>alternating current</i> system and eventually proved Edison was a wrong. Eventually, Tesla connected with the big banker, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._P._Morgan" target="_blank">JP Morgan</a>, who saw profits from Tesla's proven success, and so backed Tesla until he saw Tesla was a threat to capitalism, and so, did what people with money do, cut off all Tesla's financing, and then, ran ads in the News Papers claiming that Tesla was a Mad Scientist out to rule the world; a definition that would stick with Tesla until the end. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And the end of this story is that Tesla lived in a hotel room in New York city for the rest of his life from money left to him by Westinghouse, the only banker who felt any remorse for the deeds done to Tesla, which of course, showing remorse never works for a capitalist, and so Westinghouse went bankrupt and his popular brand name entered the public domain. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The character assassination done to Tesla was brutal. His image was mocked in cartoons, as he was the prototype for the "mad scientist." </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArA_osieYWZs6X0SU3FcDp19XXAJSYqtT_bay98HKHkxDQvkOdEjtOalzY5d4GqLgRKpkHLTUEDy3wk6VEX0Iavs15IgZX9e1v7Chbgw3F2OmMK6cRXqLUsQu7ggnb77Q-Kb8HqdgKwr5y_kbe4sFTcZY1xiiM9-78EN2z3JHnR5hO2g1JCy6mJjtr1Q/s848/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-21%20at%2011.23.24%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhthQlpsF4vWsOdY88fniorxLxlACnLsXLPZHycYOYwW0HE_EltmUxlJA09jEpj36tFnufgmNE0tra0psa6Z_0H3DBeMox4Vq9XkoOUQD9cC_uSPo1MkHycOeSknqAnbXZ0R18ezpAeHgwEU4D0RZP8mc8x9ojFP2YnR687YHbdoJMWjCxzPZFE9d6rO8c/s239/tesla1x.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="239" data-original-width="211" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhthQlpsF4vWsOdY88fniorxLxlACnLsXLPZHycYOYwW0HE_EltmUxlJA09jEpj36tFnufgmNE0tra0psa6Z_0H3DBeMox4Vq9XkoOUQD9cC_uSPo1MkHycOeSknqAnbXZ0R18ezpAeHgwEU4D0RZP8mc8x9ojFP2YnR687YHbdoJMWjCxzPZFE9d6rO8c/s1600/tesla1x.jpg" width="211" /></a></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="Mad Scientist from the 40's" border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="848" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArA_osieYWZs6X0SU3FcDp19XXAJSYqtT_bay98HKHkxDQvkOdEjtOalzY5d4GqLgRKpkHLTUEDy3wk6VEX0Iavs15IgZX9e1v7Chbgw3F2OmMK6cRXqLUsQu7ggnb77Q-Kb8HqdgKwr5y_kbe4sFTcZY1xiiM9-78EN2z3JHnR5hO2g1JCy6mJjtr1Q/w304-h224/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-21%20at%2011.23.24%20AM.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="304" /></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mad Scientist from the 40's<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghk2ad8Cma9d0nP4gwikJyf-2pQWcIQk4ovRiJnIUZYdOx6PTmxAsR2prrr5An9PMVhYfoljjWVK2EwJfDnHEjTvkJahI4L02a9b11EdtcQwmJ5-KOmWldxPwnZhWGjusyG_Pg3xd4shPa33SZ80tTbwPWDKYZXc1MoQk3XaMSFG8hm_dBTvJNd1ey7b4/s484/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-21%20at%2011.21.33%20AM.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="438" data-original-width="484" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghk2ad8Cma9d0nP4gwikJyf-2pQWcIQk4ovRiJnIUZYdOx6PTmxAsR2prrr5An9PMVhYfoljjWVK2EwJfDnHEjTvkJahI4L02a9b11EdtcQwmJ5-KOmWldxPwnZhWGjusyG_Pg3xd4shPa33SZ80tTbwPWDKYZXc1MoQk3XaMSFG8hm_dBTvJNd1ey7b4/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-21%20at%2011.21.33%20AM.png" width="320" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mad Scientist from the 50's<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"> <span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTOUgYmIZxFxKAzW85kP-f8ZRpjkXaexXtcx1Cpf6Qy8yy-ahnjdPDSCXTwbmBUlPhIK3xd5XJJ6ZGh7nVZaiWUZoLw6k38hzUKi0HjEqSpc0Y_EFJ50KW6n4U8uEig3oZnr-8PX1jE_9AJE1eCPZcvJRXSeVO30-usz7ZHUe_lLbxfpHGIq58hKOnhE/s249/tesla2s.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="203" data-original-width="249" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTOUgYmIZxFxKAzW85kP-f8ZRpjkXaexXtcx1Cpf6Qy8yy-ahnjdPDSCXTwbmBUlPhIK3xd5XJJ6ZGh7nVZaiWUZoLw6k38hzUKi0HjEqSpc0Y_EFJ50KW6n4U8uEig3oZnr-8PX1jE_9AJE1eCPZcvJRXSeVO30-usz7ZHUe_lLbxfpHGIq58hKOnhE/s1600/tesla2s.jpg" width="249" /></a></span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaGbq9OfDsSlOiKkbHkCNDxIMahNm5s8lFe3ZvciH_6qG1AdhLB2RZry4JRx3tQrpQE_N3cR4W8PrPOPbtkXQzvxdfDunf9v62lSoHifrr2QnX8eysJ6pq-fJd_BPzq_AfRtl2fVn4rhQRDEd0ccZGf-PWNG8as6aT61Yxen6FmQJsGsBe4_CesOCmvp4/s229/madScientist.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="229" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaGbq9OfDsSlOiKkbHkCNDxIMahNm5s8lFe3ZvciH_6qG1AdhLB2RZry4JRx3tQrpQE_N3cR4W8PrPOPbtkXQzvxdfDunf9v62lSoHifrr2QnX8eysJ6pq-fJd_BPzq_AfRtl2fVn4rhQRDEd0ccZGf-PWNG8as6aT61Yxen6FmQJsGsBe4_CesOCmvp4/s1600/madScientist.jpg" width="229" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mad Scientist of the 80's<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">Yes, Tesla was publicly assassinated by the greedy-profiteers with enough money to control the dialog. This is just the way it is, they control the message, control history, and control our pop-culture perception. Tesla is an example of what happens to a scientist who gets in the way of profits. The same things we saw with the tobacco companies in the 50's and 60's when science said smoking causes cancer, and the same thing we are seeing today with climate change.</span><p><span style="font-size: large;">This is the only conspiracy there ever was. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZMDUKg0w0MgODUR4LQdNPragIZVaa4Cuu1IWxvKNFFKTL4kGUU77tM0Nb-VSdd1scygp5AWtVu6CbHCfFv7mt8ClKvfmhMiyC3CbHWCVriRkw62xz-saUtUYN6OKMnXoAkRKS6o2t7rpi9a6OVo7CZxP_C0GszobbIfjy6O8kO7VKFO2VDfLkBRBXEc/s500/muskGif.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="351" data-original-width="500" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZMDUKg0w0MgODUR4LQdNPragIZVaa4Cuu1IWxvKNFFKTL4kGUU77tM0Nb-VSdd1scygp5AWtVu6CbHCfFv7mt8ClKvfmhMiyC3CbHWCVriRkw62xz-saUtUYN6OKMnXoAkRKS6o2t7rpi9a6OVo7CZxP_C0GszobbIfjy6O8kO7VKFO2VDfLkBRBXEc/s320/muskGif.gif" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elon Musk Victory Cigar<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>And to add insult to injury, the ghost of Edison and Morgan live on today in Elon Musk, today's Corporate Raider who has taken over the free public information App, Twitter, and renamed it X, and not only allows hate talk which had been banned, but is no longer free for users. Sound familiar? It should, Elon Musk is continuing the greed, and has even gone as far as to use Tesla's name to brand his electric car. To the victor goes the spoils. </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwfvyTCvWmdy0iiZ14OI-Nej0yzgiibH_RpaLyr91dagfCo0hufhMzJAljFEsYBXnWaHpfFqMlBythulRqf8PIQUKWF5Vq8s0-_EWTZg2JyNq70PW9Hy1xdAy_otWH9vC_Z6odk6MFCvARg_EsOR4VW-gYwleGY9yNtXcsxjhpzoF-4BOnlpc1r6t8yiU/s1600/nikola-tesla-old-photos-small.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1054" data-original-width="1600" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwfvyTCvWmdy0iiZ14OI-Nej0yzgiibH_RpaLyr91dagfCo0hufhMzJAljFEsYBXnWaHpfFqMlBythulRqf8PIQUKWF5Vq8s0-_EWTZg2JyNq70PW9Hy1xdAy_otWH9vC_Z6odk6MFCvARg_EsOR4VW-gYwleGY9yNtXcsxjhpzoF-4BOnlpc1r6t8yiU/s320/nikola-tesla-old-photos-small.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">"We of today can only sit and wonder when a scientist has his say."</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">~~ Nikola Tesla </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyiclxqfdoLg4hmAx9g53IG9K7vZJz8RyYKlDv0yJ29dOf4QlLvjPzTlxalK1YVCbM6rH9xyueB0HvUd691AjyisUVyoVKgV-xyD7ZgQMaDvbC5zInVHsLr5LEtJ-bJtm7Y95LXT6lUcpW-9F9vI0hKK6MpHrty-6cNHtPPUollg0X7x3rhHCAXBzRisI/s407/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-21%20at%2012.01.18%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="407" data-original-width="319" height="529" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyiclxqfdoLg4hmAx9g53IG9K7vZJz8RyYKlDv0yJ29dOf4QlLvjPzTlxalK1YVCbM6rH9xyueB0HvUd691AjyisUVyoVKgV-xyD7ZgQMaDvbC5zInVHsLr5LEtJ-bJtm7Y95LXT6lUcpW-9F9vI0hKK6MpHrty-6cNHtPPUollg0X7x3rhHCAXBzRisI/w415-h529/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-21%20at%2012.01.18%20PM.png" width="415" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-size: large;">Also interesting, the <a href="https://www.laphamsquarterly.org/roundtable/spying-tesla" target="_blank">FBI opened a file up on Tesla in 1940 </a>after Tesla's article was published. They kept watch on him up until the end. In the FBI memo below, it is funny that after a bunch of airplane crashes, an FBI agent mentions an article he read about Tesla a few years earlier, and suggest they investigate him. That's how it works. Step out of line and they put a government spy on you. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXeyVwhOsaxfaDVAcShdEIgp54cgPBMpWmxBjTj4teNFxBK_87itStoYgtc4r3xDW8SWillpq16vn_esn8viA_1oZKW8b6LaS8GZdbIPLRp8oYqMmVRAv4MJ3BDK8WZ0bTuUL9oxw2M5hlIGIzIklGXt99S7AA3zb7XX6ShM-cZU_P75NNx3IkAldDZw/s2647/scientists_1937.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2647" data-original-width="1000" height="1266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXeyVwhOsaxfaDVAcShdEIgp54cgPBMpWmxBjTj4teNFxBK_87itStoYgtc4r3xDW8SWillpq16vn_esn8viA_1oZKW8b6LaS8GZdbIPLRp8oYqMmVRAv4MJ3BDK8WZ0bTuUL9oxw2M5hlIGIzIklGXt99S7AA3zb7XX6ShM-cZU_P75NNx3IkAldDZw/w479-h1266/scientists_1937.jpg" width="479" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-88759333162224873972023-09-20T10:45:00.000-05:002023-09-20T10:45:46.134-05:00How To Survive Today's Technology, by EsoTerry <p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0qHnSptVKNdnM9JEq4d13t_h5w0OrZi5edSgY2LV4qPPZtcJBipSOBJJ8RoT622T8ONrinmH30bpj66ssBGuqcyru8CmP73vL9wnvjKCaHDGXtVQHtcfjwEoM-ftWZ0_4wYB_Hdch8-iW-XMQNZrgOer0dVIIigu7KZlsW2HLiB1eyqhHIzuseFmcHN4/s540/teslalifeguard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="540" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0qHnSptVKNdnM9JEq4d13t_h5w0OrZi5edSgY2LV4qPPZtcJBipSOBJJ8RoT622T8ONrinmH30bpj66ssBGuqcyru8CmP73vL9wnvjKCaHDGXtVQHtcfjwEoM-ftWZ0_4wYB_Hdch8-iW-XMQNZrgOer0dVIIigu7KZlsW2HLiB1eyqhHIzuseFmcHN4/s320/teslalifeguard.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Life Before the Smart Phone.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><br />The ancient philosopher <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heraclitus" target="_blank">Heracleitus</a> said: "We live their death, and we die their life." </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">He was talking about our souls. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/philolaus/" target="_blank">Philolaus</a> said: "The soul is united with the body as if for the sake of punishment."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">These ancient philosophers believed life was not something we asked for and fought like hell to avoid. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Most Near Death survivors who have passed over to the other side, often tell of how they didn't want to return to this life, that the bright light, loving greeters, etc.., was a better place and they now can't wait to get back there. <br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWZWCmywWYDnqYxe_0BdZJ97eWa7IvyKiAJJAjB1JHOCcx9M9IkjUnFeww_SItp1Hmw3lgWj-0jf-3b7B_xuYLH7zT5xbt2gIoLXrBLquu6o35dNyHjSNNGRbdEUs-CLL6y_JdXtWmr1ypOOfXeJhFEk3xye6xqVnlwdCQmNcr-JSWmFqGK4qBudLip7E/s299/columbus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="299" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWZWCmywWYDnqYxe_0BdZJ97eWa7IvyKiAJJAjB1JHOCcx9M9IkjUnFeww_SItp1Hmw3lgWj-0jf-3b7B_xuYLH7zT5xbt2gIoLXrBLquu6o35dNyHjSNNGRbdEUs-CLL6y_JdXtWmr1ypOOfXeJhFEk3xye6xqVnlwdCQmNcr-JSWmFqGK4qBudLip7E/s1600/columbus.jpg" width="299" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"I discovered the Americas without a Smart Phone, no I really did. "<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The list goes on: <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">“I think our lives are surely but the dreams<br />Of spirits, dwelling in the distant spheres,<br />Who as we die, do one by one awake.”
<br />
―
<span class="authorOrTitle">
Edgar Saltus,
</span>
<span id="quote_book_link_7840243">
Poppies and Mandragora </span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> “Life is fundamentally a mental state. We live in a dream world that we
create. Whose life is truer, the rational man of action pursuing
practical goals of personal happiness and wealth or the philosophic man
who lives in a world of theoretical and metaphysical ideas? We ascribe
the value quotient to our lives by making decisions that we score as
either valid or invalid based upon our personal ethics and how we think
and behave.”
<br />
―
<span class="authorOrTitle">
Kilroy J. Oldster,
</span>
<span id="quote_book_link_31201500">
Dead Toad Scrolls
</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> “...it had probably been a long enough life. Yet suddenly it all seemed
like an illusion, a dream that had happened to someone else. What an odd
thing existence was.”
<br />
―
<span class="authorOrTitle">
Kate Atkinson,
</span>
<span id="quote_book_link_37946414">
Transcription
</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXKr77lC_7zpRcTnUbotvBBpbqdN67C9XDrD46VTlcsOURC052uyR1-ZItv8pzdMBAM9lM865L0GYjiuLST7U1-NrSqJL-RaLr3j1Et8nuTDfhpPTH92nx8Wfr5cIzGncLUk6Rcq8BpR1JvEijL6qICJTbaqeYWmH5obKt74DgZkjZeplBejUUc84VbT0/s427/Screen%20Shot%202017-02-12%20at%202.27.48%20PM.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="308" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXKr77lC_7zpRcTnUbotvBBpbqdN67C9XDrD46VTlcsOURC052uyR1-ZItv8pzdMBAM9lM865L0GYjiuLST7U1-NrSqJL-RaLr3j1Et8nuTDfhpPTH92nx8Wfr5cIzGncLUk6Rcq8BpR1JvEijL6qICJTbaqeYWmH5obKt74DgZkjZeplBejUUc84VbT0/s320/Screen%20Shot%202017-02-12%20at%202.27.48%20PM.png" width="231" /></a> “Learn this, as we pass through the portico:<br />Fear nothing; there is nothing you can know!<br />And by these terraces and steps that gleam<br />Wintry, although the summer night is hot,<br />This—what we seek is never what we find!<br />Life is a dream, like love; and from the dream<br />If we may wake, we never find it what<br />We would; for the wisdom of a mightier mind<br />Leads us in its own ways<br />To a perfected praise.”
<br />
―
<span class="authorOrTitle">
Aleister Crowley,
</span>
<span id="quote_book_link_644018">
Household Gods</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span id="quote_book_link_644018">And finally, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allegory_of_the_cave" target="_blank">Plato's allegory of the cave</a> described life as a matrix where we are all trapped in a cave with images of reality before us, the trick is to turn around, breakaway, and run out of the cave to see what is really happening. Some believe drugs can break us free (<span style="color: red;">EsotericDaily.com warning: You only need to 'trip' once, and with a Shaman, not the weed-dealer down the street</span>), others think religion can break us away from the cave, and still more, Football, but I personally doubt it. The problem is, when we return to the others after leaving the cave, they have us committed for psychological review, they don't believe us for they are still chained to the wall being fed a false reality. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span id="quote_book_link_644018">What to do? What to do? </span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0-cv4TYVejxntmgx07WzJ3LxmM3sapzQXmzp3m4sLC7tpEX7g1JGxHGyT42YNnWmHXUDij-9_b3NI4hvM0ixOWBoKNUoFv9UmnCtHDA0yHGkfbHvvOSBJtTK1CFBmFf3MUvTyWSKoL_h3mfDxaUrpLxSNgfTdRfv30Lu5ADwGWqvk7Lex6jqa2U25V8Q/s862/Screen%20Shot%202017-11-24%20at%209.29.20%20AM.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="862" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0-cv4TYVejxntmgx07WzJ3LxmM3sapzQXmzp3m4sLC7tpEX7g1JGxHGyT42YNnWmHXUDij-9_b3NI4hvM0ixOWBoKNUoFv9UmnCtHDA0yHGkfbHvvOSBJtTK1CFBmFf3MUvTyWSKoL_h3mfDxaUrpLxSNgfTdRfv30Lu5ADwGWqvk7Lex6jqa2U25V8Q/s320/Screen%20Shot%202017-11-24%20at%209.29.20%20AM.png" width="320" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"I evolved into Man without a Smart Phone, no, I really did!"<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span id="quote_book_link_644018">Me thinks, a hot bath with soft music from a radio in the other room is a start. Far away from our electronic devices. For, these electronic devices are the tools Plato warned us about, they keep us strapped to a phony reality, and to escape the cave is to go a day without any of our electronic devices. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxmOphToN1l2ye2RstrrN6g2GH5mTRxl5WPH96vbAqe829SXcpQ_UKJxb2435Xm4VlKbUvm4UBXoKU9Ps0roNA78cIqmwvDxIXfzyBmMyAjLcIs9zp1i5wnAcjOploffWpskmJDMP3CjRoylGZfAtRWPh7J5XBAi0acXoJJVvpc0_NN1mLv4fHqegCYDA/s717/creepy_vhs_tape_thrift_store_find.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="463" data-original-width="717" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxmOphToN1l2ye2RstrrN6g2GH5mTRxl5WPH96vbAqe829SXcpQ_UKJxb2435Xm4VlKbUvm4UBXoKU9Ps0roNA78cIqmwvDxIXfzyBmMyAjLcIs9zp1i5wnAcjOploffWpskmJDMP3CjRoylGZfAtRWPh7J5XBAi0acXoJJVvpc0_NN1mLv4fHqegCYDA/s320/creepy_vhs_tape_thrift_store_find.jpg" width="320" /></a><span id="quote_book_link_644018">When I was a six-year old kid in school back in 1967, I remember a teacher telling our class how lucky we were "for with all the new electronic devices being created," we would have more leisure time than anyone in history. Today, I realize that lie of "more leisure time" she promised,never happened, and in reality, we have less time today than we ever have. You see, with each new electric device, be it a hand-held calculator, remote-control television, electronic doorbell, automatic answering machine, microwave oven, VHS home movies, home computer, faster home computer, faster, more portable home computer, a laptop, a cell phone, a cell phone computer, a cellphone computer in your ear....</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span id="quote_book_link_644018">What the f*&k! </span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCUGYrAtGlH1UteQTpUSCE-I2wWRfYw61o5PwQCFTV_MVEu243TcjJRW0sBOR6xUdwucK0tlIOu1xoz_uxo1IRlsZuz31sU3t7VVgxRhTyDxbF07pozNxpFldy1E2uOP4J0-ON3IkfHmx44NuThxvPW4s-DaG_6JXDdAQJmFZPrO1IFcUmnqcMe9M5QeM/s282/e.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="179" data-original-width="282" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCUGYrAtGlH1UteQTpUSCE-I2wWRfYw61o5PwQCFTV_MVEu243TcjJRW0sBOR6xUdwucK0tlIOu1xoz_uxo1IRlsZuz31sU3t7VVgxRhTyDxbF07pozNxpFldy1E2uOP4J0-ON3IkfHmx44NuThxvPW4s-DaG_6JXDdAQJmFZPrO1IFcUmnqcMe9M5QeM/w333-h211/e.jpg" width="333" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Before Smart Phone<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYwNKCq96W7sTGLOlEw13Eie3g_ehpyJaUW57QTbBn6cTAqBr2iCHuZn-LEPObMn7FgjPJT9gJ54c6sAiu9zvoguXZQ8uoH-x2doDI_ilPhUmDXhdA4sydhtgsOa02YSdeppjA-heFB5VlEeLnpAy-KxYEXb9zQEVEanmnGfCeRdfH-shh3aeqQkh86jk/s320/trumpHandicap.gif" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="254" data-original-width="320" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYwNKCq96W7sTGLOlEw13Eie3g_ehpyJaUW57QTbBn6cTAqBr2iCHuZn-LEPObMn7FgjPJT9gJ54c6sAiu9zvoguXZQ8uoH-x2doDI_ilPhUmDXhdA4sydhtgsOa02YSdeppjA-heFB5VlEeLnpAy-KxYEXb9zQEVEanmnGfCeRdfH-shh3aeqQkh86jk/w271-h215/trumpHandicap.gif" width="271" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">After Smart Phone<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span id="quote_book_link_644018">We have more devices now than ever, and yet, less time. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span id="quote_book_link_644018">What's the answer, I don't know, but me thinks, we need to revisit </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_David_Thoreau" target="_blank">Henry David Thoreau's</a><b> <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walden" target="_blank">Walden</a>. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived
alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built
myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned
my living by the labor of my hands only. I lived there two years and two months. (Walden, 3)</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I learned this, at least, by my experiment; that if one advances
confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the
life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in
common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible
boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish
themselves around and within him; or the old laws be expanded, and
interpreted in his favor in a more liberal sense, and he will live with
the license of a higher order of beings. In proportion as he simplifies
his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and
solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness
weakness. If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be
lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
(Walden, 323- 324)</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>~~ Eso Terry <br /></i></span></p> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-48276997522367238462023-09-18T11:40:00.000-05:002023-09-18T11:40:40.726-05:00The People's Superstitious Emperor, Domitian<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabSBcXjHQfkpUmiB6vWBASggdAGXvVSiPKBg2Z3OBQV3S4F4R42B8nOfFhShNV-_IFdXYdwWBfbuJoNZPjpicTDxGA2rKhkvsqjMw4g1CVjIBq7pW3Z9fEB465K4J1YTAW_wPeGExITv99C_anCYtre-8wAym4ZJER7NTn2hgg_NXl9AI9cP48OtZkc8/s323/Busto_di_Domiziano_-_Napoli_museo_Archeologico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="323" data-original-width="220" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabSBcXjHQfkpUmiB6vWBASggdAGXvVSiPKBg2Z3OBQV3S4F4R42B8nOfFhShNV-_IFdXYdwWBfbuJoNZPjpicTDxGA2rKhkvsqjMw4g1CVjIBq7pW3Z9fEB465K4J1YTAW_wPeGExITv99C_anCYtre-8wAym4ZJER7NTn2hgg_NXl9AI9cP48OtZkc8/s320/Busto_di_Domiziano_-_Napoli_museo_Archeologico.jpg" width="218" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Domitian Bust in Naples<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">It is September 18, and what I find most esoterically significant about this day is that it is the death of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Domitian" target="_blank">Roman emperor Domitian</a>, who died on this day in the year 96 CE. First, he was from that time when the Roman emperors thought themselves a god, which as we know ended when the powers to be got tired of changing the temple statues with each knew emperor, and so created a capital G "God" to be worshiped under the cloak of "love" with each new bloody regime change, genocide, war, etc... Yes, all those wonderful things the monolithic god has giving us in the name of love. <br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Like <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julius_Caesar" target="_blank">Julius Caesar</a>, Domitian was another leader liked by the people, for as Caesar had done before him, Domitian improved the public bathrooms and lowered taxes by putting the burden of taxation where it belonged: on the rich. And like Caesar, Domitian would be killed by the wealthy politicians (Senators) of the day who were pissed about being taxed to pay for social programs they weren't benefiting from, i.e., today's 1%ers.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Now, Domitian was no angel, he killed a lot of people he didn't trust and took advantage of the system, but the people didn't care because he taxed the rich to feed the poor, and built them a badass sports area called the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stadium_of_Domitian" title="Stadium of Domitian">Stadium of Domitian</a> with daily gladiator violence. He also improved roads and public showers, as well as protected the people with a large military buildup, which, he paid the men handsomely on their return from battle. He also restored the Temple of Jupiter, one of the peoples gods of the days, as well as allowed all forms of worship including the Hebrews and the vegetarian <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pythagorean_theorem" target="_blank">Pythagoreans</a> and <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neoplatonism" target="_blank">Neoplatonist</a>. What a guy! </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Over the last two-thousand years a lot has been written about Domitian, mostly how he was a superstitious, paranoid, Emperor who got what he deserved, which is bullshit, and the best summation I've read is from an old <a href="https://www.lookandlearn.com/blog/19733/superstitious-and-paranoid-domitian-enjoyed-sport-and-killing-people/" target="_blank">Look and Learn magazines from the 70's</a>: <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">One day in A.D. 95 the Emperor woke up in a state of fear and
trembling. He had had a terrible dream, he told his attendants, in which
a golden hump had sprouted from his back. Like all Romans, Domitian was
very credulous, believing in any kind of portent or omen. This dream,
he deduced, meant that the Roman Empire would be a far richer and
happier place when he was gone, and that certainly turned out to be the
truth.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Then, a little while later, a raven perched on the roof of the
Capitol, the building where the statue of Jove (Jupiter) was kept. Someone said
that it croaked out the words “All will be well” before flying off. That, decided the Roman populace, must be a portent – and it was left to
a wag to explain it thus:</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">“There was a raven, strange to tell,<br />
Perched upon Jove’s own gable, whence<br />
He came to tell us ‘All is well’ –<br />
But used, of course, the future tense.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Superstitious Domitian added up all these things in his mind and was
convinced that some day soon he would be assassinated. Roman soothsayers
were even able to indicate the date when influences would be
particularly bad, when someone, the Emperor deduced, would kill him. A
long time ago, he remembered, his own father, Vespasian, had teased him
openly at dinner for refusing a dish of mushrooms. “It would be more in
keeping with your destiny to be afraid of swords,” his father jibed.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Daily, the Emperor became more jittery. The gallery where he was
accustomed to pace up and down in the mornings was now lined with
plaques of highly-polished moonstone, which reflected everything that
happened behind his back. To remind his staff that even the best
intentions could never justify an official’s complicity in his master’s
murder, he executed his secretary, who had reputedly helped the former
Emperor Nero to commit suicide after everyone else had deserted him.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Suddenly Rome was engulfed by continuous storms. Domitian cried out:
“Let the Almighty strike wherever he pleases!” He was convinced that all
the bad weather portended his own death. The Almighty, or at least his
lightning, did strike everywhere, too, including the palace and
Domitian’s own bedroom. A hurricane wrenched the inscription plate from
the base of one of the Emperor’s triumphal statues and what some people
might describe as faulty workmanship was at once attributed to the
growing nearness of Domitian’s death.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">And the Romans, who knew how to get rid of evil Emperors, were as
convinced as was Domitian that he must soon die. The only questions were
as to who would do the killing and on what final pretext. Both were
speedily answered. On a whim the Emperor suddenly ordered the death of
his half-witted cousin, the consul Flavius. That was enough for the
Romans.</span></p>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrM0C8smy5kGiO9PD0lmCF8lgbS9MMqKLzJZklJAgYM8i8BCzCajhXF8ZrNSyCIwwteQ_QpRSewW46k7DX4jYcyvmWhLoozaGh-yQ12FiV0GOndetyMjYEejScdObFqBwcvlCfrMi6EKAe-1GwyT88UofmQSbFNEsbxaCcFOM3El0CM5KLIxy4DdUUPr8/s229/190px-Rembrandt_Harmensz._van_Rijn_047b.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="229" data-original-width="190" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrM0C8smy5kGiO9PD0lmCF8lgbS9MMqKLzJZklJAgYM8i8BCzCajhXF8ZrNSyCIwwteQ_QpRSewW46k7DX4jYcyvmWhLoozaGh-yQ12FiV0GOndetyMjYEejScdObFqBwcvlCfrMi6EKAe-1GwyT88UofmQSbFNEsbxaCcFOM3El0CM5KLIxy4DdUUPr8/s1600/190px-Rembrandt_Harmensz._van_Rijn_047b.jpg" width="190" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The Triumph of Titus</i></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">A group of conspirators got together and debated whether it would be
better to murder Domitian in his bath or at dinner. Before the question
was resolved they were approached by Stephanus, a steward at the palace,
who offered his services. Stephanus had been accused of embezzlement
and therefore was particularly anxious for the Emperor’s death. He was
chosen to do the murder.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">For several days Stephanus feigned an arm injury and went around with
a dagger concealed in the woollen bandages. Then, when he knew that
Domitian was about to take a bath, he went to Parthenius, the Emperor’s
valet, and told him that he had discovered a plot against Domitian’s
life and must speak to the Emperor at once about it.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Parthenius hurried to tell Domitian, who dismissed his attendants and
told the valet he would see Stephanus in the Imperial bedroom. There
Stephanus produced a list of names and while the Emperor was reading it
Stephanus suddenly produced the dagger hidden in his bandages and
stabbed Domitian in the groin.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">In an alcove in the bedroom a slave boy was attending to the
household-gods, which was his usual evening duty, and it was he who
later described the assassination, which he witnessed, in great detail.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">As soon as the first blow was struck, the Emperor grappled with
Stephanus and screamed at the boy to hand him the dagger which was kept
under his pillow, and then run for help. The boy did as he was told, but
the dagger proved to have no blade and the door to the servants’
quarters was locked.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Domitian fell on top of Stephanus and they both rolled on the floor.
But another door to the bedroom was unlocked and suddenly opened,
bringing more conspirators to the aid of Stephanus. There were four of
them: Clodianus, an officer; Maximus, who was a servant of the valet
Parthenius; Satur, a palace official, and one of the Imperial
gladiators. With their daggers they stabbed Domitian to death.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">The Emperor’s body was taken away on a litter by the public
undertakers, who buried the common people, and cremated by his old nurse
in her garden on the Latin Way. She was one of the few who mourned
Domitian; the rest of Rome went wild with joy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Or did they? I mean, who wrote the history?</span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">~~ Dr TV Boogie <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFupoe2CuYnxwnLGoGMFItkeHitsD9crT00JWgL2iPI5dF8WT9NSimpwL75PabMugTE-XEtuVkwRtZ0RFmjwFi4gyFDYwqodauSTQGyUzIw5GP330360QbSl1tts3U-3bo2vFxOUK6gGP-Xyk1BsBRatpaFYoWbIdXwjkq2ZSP1e41mQlw3vnwz9G1Nc/s1280/emperorDomitianWink.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFupoe2CuYnxwnLGoGMFItkeHitsD9crT00JWgL2iPI5dF8WT9NSimpwL75PabMugTE-XEtuVkwRtZ0RFmjwFi4gyFDYwqodauSTQGyUzIw5GP330360QbSl1tts3U-3bo2vFxOUK6gGP-Xyk1BsBRatpaFYoWbIdXwjkq2ZSP1e41mQlw3vnwz9G1Nc/s320/emperorDomitianWink.gif" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Domitian Bust in Esoteria<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-63775153457676851382023-09-13T11:35:00.001-05:002023-09-14T09:00:12.452-05:00Copernicus, the Flat Earth, and You.<p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_P4RCqXk7puF6Sgtj4Cp3ZekQ_oc5_ty1oAHZWQKvjJSBaa1j8oFO_amBD1CjNyfscy5EpqctBq8uSW__PQfUI13gjlBTxpDERIPjhSU_pvwFpiRLkdhZeLZODiTelgEdI-wBKmRwZr41IdfuhM4onbLxor6Ft2KI69bMaT4UCZRiWoXXDo2VmmXF7A/s1500/copernicus-krakow-detail-58b973453df78c353cdc4ee6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1302" data-original-width="1500" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_P4RCqXk7puF6Sgtj4Cp3ZekQ_oc5_ty1oAHZWQKvjJSBaa1j8oFO_amBD1CjNyfscy5EpqctBq8uSW__PQfUI13gjlBTxpDERIPjhSU_pvwFpiRLkdhZeLZODiTelgEdI-wBKmRwZr41IdfuhM4onbLxor6Ft2KI69bMaT4UCZRiWoXXDo2VmmXF7A/s320/copernicus-krakow-detail-58b973453df78c353cdc4ee6.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">Today, let's talk about Nicolas Copernicus. He was born in Prussia on January 19th, 1472. Some stories say he was born a fortunate son from a wealthy family, other stories say he was a regular guy like you and me. Whatever the case, this guy studied philosophy and medicine at Cracow University, but as history has proven, his heart wasn't in his studies there and so after receiving a doctorate in medicine, he moved to Italy to meet the most famous astronomer of the day, Regiomontanus, who was the guy who figured out how to use the moon for navigating a ship, which was probably common knowledge in the day, but Regiomontanus was the first guy to get a hold of newly invented Gutenberg printer, and so printed his works before the others knew what hit them -- kind of like what Steve Jobs and Bill Gates did to IBM in the early days of Computing, but I digress. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">After spending some deep conversations with Regiomontanus, Copernicus moved back to Prussia and devoted himself to the study of astronomy where he observed, compared, and capitulated, until finally, creating his Copernican system, which was written in six volumes and would become known as “On the Revolutions of the Celestial Spheres,” which explained how the Earth and other planets rotated around the Sun. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw5C7amNsCI8AciyXCURCOgQ0BTnlqYGpYeXJKsrd_91tsF6mEPW-ikPIPCo3wRV87GjSNjwIiz6ykjQ95ESElm3Ap-Uh6Hb-zvOpCu82UhkAOa0rBimnQi9fH5bcHwdehC2fW3KyT-RJGMg0Hf2GzuRRIVfP0zs3XEKjRTD-YW0xXRXuQlULetNxfsx4/s500/copernicusDrawing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="500" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw5C7amNsCI8AciyXCURCOgQ0BTnlqYGpYeXJKsrd_91tsF6mEPW-ikPIPCo3wRV87GjSNjwIiz6ykjQ95ESElm3Ap-Uh6Hb-zvOpCu82UhkAOa0rBimnQi9fH5bcHwdehC2fW3KyT-RJGMg0Hf2GzuRRIVfP0zs3XEKjRTD-YW0xXRXuQlULetNxfsx4/s320/copernicusDrawing.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;">Yes, the Earth wasn’t flat like the political/religious flakes of the day were saying. No, and Copernicus had the math to prove it, or well, some very cool drawings. Now, Copernicus' mom didn't raise too many fools in the family, and so Copernicus, Coper-spiciously, went underground with his book, that is to say, kept it esoteric and only showed it to like-minded progressives for fear he would be, well, castrated, and then beheaded by the religious leaders of the day. That's for real, look it up, those bastards didn't mess around when it came to blasphemous freethinkers not toting the line, kind of like not kneeling down, or wait, kneeling down today at an American Football game at the wrong time, if you know what I mean; you see Copernicus was the Kaepernick of his day, and so walked around showing his book in secret, until finally, after nine years, he was convinced to publish it by a good friend -- probably over a few too many drinks I'm guessing -- and so he did, and to cover his ass, he dedicate it to Pope Paul III, which was a smooth move because the guys running the printing presses thought they were printing a book approved by Pope Paul III, which in the end didn't matter because Copernicus was struck down with a bad case of dysentery, yes, diarrhea, which was no laughing matter in 1543 because it led to a stroke, and so as they showed Copernicus his freshly printed book, all he could do was smile, and die. That was May 24th, 1543. And if you read that date esoterically, you have <i>5-4-3-2-1 blastoff</i>, the modern world is here. <br /><br />Now, the <a href="https://www.esotericdaily.com/2014/04/history-of-astronomy.html" target="_blank">Copernican model</a> which predicted the planetary positions as they really are today, would be verified in the future by braniacs such as Galileo Galilei, who, after reading Copernican's book and looking at the stars in the sky with a telescope, had had enough of the pretending shit and so said out loud what everyone knew in their minds, which of course, landed Galileo in a jail for the rest of his life, and so now when you visit a friend in jail, you can say, "Historically, you are keeping good company."<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Finally, what Copenicus had theorized, wasn't original, in early Hindu text, <span class="ILfuVd" lang="en"><span class="hgKElc">according to Markanday and Srivatsava, the earth was of a spherical shape.</span></span> Then there was Aristarchus of Samos, the ancient Greek astronomer who in 220 BCE presented the first know heliocentric model that placed the Sun at the center of the known universe, who it is believed got his idea from Anaxagoras who in 428 BCE, thought the same thing out loud and was charged with impiety and forced into exile to spend the rest of his life alone in a gave, without a TV. Conversely, Aristotle and <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/@esoterry/video/7074684680913669419?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc" target="_blank">Pythagoras</a> had suggested the earth was round in a few of their lectures, and still, to say it out loud, got you in trouble with the god police. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Finally, in closing, let's not forget that as Copernicus was walking around town in Italy around 1490, you can bet that another Italian, sir <a href="https://www.esotericdaily.com/2017/10/oct-12-1492.html" target="_blank">Christopher Columbus</a>, was listening, they may even have had a few conversations over a few beers, I can hear their conversation now:</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEing2BqVkp2DER4Q1XjtaDfoUSLOy9eIE0upY8wO1AeIHn7tx7Og92g-bzEg634eVyO8ANKyr6lnz1GUFVwbG1l2wMHUbWqrD9mGRSodCwLJ4zAqQ7vWpu0DmtvP2U1IrnR7dw7c5BvY2Xgl54-2EdWx4oG5muuBjLPONjwzpBf9u3NXztZYcWNIqeAyds/s299/columbus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="299" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEing2BqVkp2DER4Q1XjtaDfoUSLOy9eIE0upY8wO1AeIHn7tx7Og92g-bzEg634eVyO8ANKyr6lnz1GUFVwbG1l2wMHUbWqrD9mGRSodCwLJ4zAqQ7vWpu0DmtvP2U1IrnR7dw7c5BvY2Xgl54-2EdWx4oG5muuBjLPONjwzpBf9u3NXztZYcWNIqeAyds/s1600/columbus.jpg" width="299" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">Copernicus: "You see Christopher, you can sail your ship out west as far as you like and you will not fall of the Earth, because the Earth isn't flat."</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Columbus: "No shit, every sailor can see the Earth is not flat, you see the house and mountain rises from top to bottom as you approach a city. If the Earth flat, you would see it all at once. Please don't tell the Queen, I'm working a deal with her." </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">So, Copernicus, Galileo, and Christopher Columbus, each knew the Earth was round, and you should too. <br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWzDNANuLkAfeUWWXjyk7M1U8-lM2uwQPQKMsSdtj0OzVSWS6gSsRMyeCxXvhrdInVGV0CVcspq6YXB32kbpVJJhUg2yO5LLvOQCLY3FQkzYtDK0GnFsoeavDWyNfJVKeuwZLlNIzvnQY8FWtRXCzLJCZXN-Ivdu166RK-CRYUMtCC7HzSWqjQnRqTcQI/s320/19226D00-D610-43A2-9AD9-4539D21B1483.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="320" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWzDNANuLkAfeUWWXjyk7M1U8-lM2uwQPQKMsSdtj0OzVSWS6gSsRMyeCxXvhrdInVGV0CVcspq6YXB32kbpVJJhUg2yO5LLvOQCLY3FQkzYtDK0GnFsoeavDWyNfJVKeuwZLlNIzvnQY8FWtRXCzLJCZXN-Ivdu166RK-CRYUMtCC7HzSWqjQnRqTcQI/s1600/19226D00-D610-43A2-9AD9-4539D21B1483.gif" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">~~ Dr TV Boogie</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p></p><blockquote cite="https://www.tiktok.com/@esoterry/video/7074684680913669419" class="tiktok-embed" data-video-id="7074684680913669419" style="max-width: 605px; min-width: 325px;"> <section> <br /> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-56981420423507812023-09-11T10:32:00.000-05:002023-09-11T10:32:29.223-05:00Tom Brady and Gesele the Witch. <p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd5kJBq9PthUvPFNR5fGsUMz4BL8k9JrONyiccFJg5Uf798VVu65X_QCOmt8fgYcBoYfRLBsB5KybqHOA8qiZiH4x86im2p2TpCXv8I0tlxSKbcfNkExjd36oemrtggtO1TYAbH_RBbsjGOWDfTa97kTn6njjUjw0UYJ22x72Er28E18vJul3vZ4BHNKA/s260/220px-Mephistopheles2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="260" data-original-width="220" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd5kJBq9PthUvPFNR5fGsUMz4BL8k9JrONyiccFJg5Uf798VVu65X_QCOmt8fgYcBoYfRLBsB5KybqHOA8qiZiH4x86im2p2TpCXv8I0tlxSKbcfNkExjd36oemrtggtO1TYAbH_RBbsjGOWDfTa97kTn6njjUjw0UYJ22x72Er28E18vJul3vZ4BHNKA/s1600/220px-Mephistopheles2.jpg" width="220" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">The opening week of football, hurray, autumn is coming and soon, as our ancient ancestor knew, the veil between the heavens and earth will be thin and spirits from the other-side will be close at hand. Yes, the witching season, and speaking of <i>witch</i> -- pun intended, did you see that Tom Brady has retired from football after twenty-three seasons and seven Super Bowl wins; yes, the greatest quarterback to ever play the game of American Football, which is why he is called the G.O.A.T (Greatest Of All Time) -- not to be confused with <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baphomet" target="_blank">Baphomat</a>, the </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Sabbatic Goat</b><span> worshiped by the Knights Templar, or is he?... Seems some think so. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">That's right, conservative radio host Rick Wiles -- and <a href="https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/gisele-bundchen-vanity-fair-witch-b2305948.html" target="_blank">many other Christian talk guys and girls </a>-- are saying the former wife of Brady, <a href="Gisele Bündchen" target="_blank">Gisele Bundchen</a>, is a witch, and after reading today's blogpost, don't be surprised to find out you are too. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The conservative talk guy,<a href="https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/right-wing-pastor-gets-covid-after-saying-vaccines-were-part-n1269321" target="_blank"> Rick Wiles</a>, says: </span></p><blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;">“It’s obvious Tom Brady has no spiritual discernment at
all. It’s obvious that he’s spiritually lost. He’s being led through
life by a witch. He thinks it’s cute. He thinks it’s — pardon the pun —
charming. And he thinks it works, because he keeps winning.”</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;">Wiles goes on to say the country as a whole is embracing Satan and “crazy juice,” instead of God and the Bible. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Okay, so let's see why Wiles calls Gesele, the former Super Model, a witch. </span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhijI4z0KRb54L-NQQWUaW8NFjpxFK9r7oSuKM1lcQP7U4g4XFY2Vc1SxuDcsfvQ2H__WA13Cc89Rbr6RYXIKMLxlMHiy_chhA2XmOGX39YylJUA1eGWc2lhhBihkk1O18hPvC3gECzNvVCm8bJ6rEzk_KBpcS38J8_Scu0u_QU_omfY3a3i8T2dw6uWYc/s220/witches.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="220" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhijI4z0KRb54L-NQQWUaW8NFjpxFK9r7oSuKM1lcQP7U4g4XFY2Vc1SxuDcsfvQ2H__WA13Cc89Rbr6RYXIKMLxlMHiy_chhA2XmOGX39YylJUA1eGWc2lhhBihkk1O18hPvC3gECzNvVCm8bJ6rEzk_KBpcS38J8_Scu0u_QU_omfY3a3i8T2dw6uWYc/s1600/witches.jpg" width="220" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;">The <i>Married to a Witch</i> accusation seems to have begun when <a href="https://www.cbssports.com/nfl/news/tom-brady-describes-some-of-the-crazy-pregame-rituals-gisele-has-him-go-through-every-week/" target="_blank">Brady the GOAT said in an interview</a>:</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"I've learned a lot <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghYHY3xzVKk" target="_blank">from my wife over the years</a>. She's so about the power of intention, and believing
things that are really going to happen and she always makes a little
altar for me at the game, because she just wills it so much. So she put
together a little altar for me that I could bring with pictures of my
kids."<span> <br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Okay, the "altar" thing is the catch phrase I am assuming caused Conservative Talk Guy to say, "</span><span style="font-size: large;">Brady is being led through
life by a witch."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And, well, he might be right, and if he is, so what? What's wrong with being a witch? Since when is that a bad thing? </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The witch in question, </span><span style="font-size: large;">Gisele Bündchen, met Tom Brady the GOAT in December 2006—a year after breaking up with Leonardo
DiCaprio— Gisele and the GOAT were set up on a “blind date” by their
mutual friend Ed Razek, the former CMO of Victoria’s Secret’s parent
company and much-criticized mastermind of its Angels. The minute
Bündchen laid eyes on Brady at West Village wine bar Turks & Frogs,
“I knew right away,” <a data-uri="15da4dfff9615017662c00c2d0d3e610" href="https://archive.vanityfair.com/article/2009/5/and-god-created-gisele" target="_blank">she told this magazine in 2009</a>. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">At this time Brady the GOAT had only won three Super Bowls and could have retired with the same accolades as other Hall of Fame quarterbacks such as Troy Aikman, Terry Bradshall, and Joe Montana. Three Super Bowls wins as a quarterback gets you in every time. But after hooking up with Gisele, Brady was just getting started, in the year they married he threw an <a class="md-dictionary-link md-dictionary-tt-off eb" data-term="unprecedented" data-type="EB" href="https://www.britannica.com/dictionary/unprecedented">unprecedented</a> 50 touchdown passes and led <a class="md-crosslink autoxref" data-show-preview="true" href="https://www.britannica.com/place/New-England">New England</a> to the first 16–0 regular season in history. Then he went on to be in seven more Super Bowls, and win four more.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In a 2019 <a href="https://www.vanityfair.com/style/2023/03/gisele-bundchen-cover-story" target="_blank">Vanity Fair interview</a> article, Gisele gives her side of the story. She tells us how she energizes her home with solar power, grows her own food, does yoga, meditates, has rescue dogs, believes in guardian angels, has tarot cards, and most damning of all, burns incense on an altar. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The article goes on to state how Gisele used to believe in fairy tales, but not anymore. “No one is going to
come save you,” Bündchen says. “Never give your power away to <i>nobody.</i> This is your life. This is your movie. You are the director on it.<b> If you want to call me a witch</b> because I love astrology, I love crystals, I pray, I believe in the power of nature, then go ahead.”</span></p><div class="wDYxhc" data-md="61" lang="en-US" style="clear: none;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yes friends, Gisele is a witch, and well, so are we. </span></div><div class="wDYxhc" data-md="61" lang="en-US" style="clear: none;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzB5vXTK_GZODdS_pvmWNmYDgOuupw0V9wzOvSKMvYDStebQcuSjTVXyLO4HTrJuxD0DMfvmjvMnE63jdW51a5W1DutNeoJVXb4heyetYbUMElAsSSXS0dhW-oJYJS7NT475rGpPhD2vQyV_HAAK9nff2s6831xDVeG0xwXC6DLdAJcm5GrWQxY7H_Mfk/s220/tenor.gif" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="147" data-original-width="220" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzB5vXTK_GZODdS_pvmWNmYDgOuupw0V9wzOvSKMvYDStebQcuSjTVXyLO4HTrJuxD0DMfvmjvMnE63jdW51a5W1DutNeoJVXb4heyetYbUMElAsSSXS0dhW-oJYJS7NT475rGpPhD2vQyV_HAAK9nff2s6831xDVeG0xwXC6DLdAJcm5GrWQxY7H_Mfk/s1600/tenor.gif" width="220" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even Bozo says: "I'm a witch boys and girls!"<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="wDYxhc" data-md="61" lang="en-US" style="clear: none;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="wDYxhc" data-md="61" lang="en-US" style="clear: none;"><span style="font-size: large;">~~ Eso Terry <br /></span></div> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-52358314088050907122023-09-09T10:47:00.000-05:002023-09-09T10:47:40.864-05:00Atlantis, Plato, Today. <p> </p><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">In case you missed the news, <a href="https://www.science.org/content/article/geologists-uncover-history-lost-continent-buried-beneath-europe" target="_blank">the lost continent of Atlantis has been found</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Plato wasn't bullshitting when he spoke of the land
called Atlantis, where a mighty empire vanished beneath the waves
after a series of “excessively violent earthquakes and floods.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Douwe van Hinsbergen, a geologist at Utrecht University in the
Netherlands, has been exploring one of the most dramatic of these lost
continents — known as Greater Adria. In a paper published in September 2019, in the <a href="https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S1342937X19302230" target="_blank">journal Gondwana Research</a>,
he and his colleagues studied rocks around and beneath the
Mediterranean Sea to reveal the full extent of Greater Adria for the
first time. “It’s enormous! About the size and rough shape as
Greenland,” he says.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you don’t recall seeing Greater Adria on a map, there’s a reason for
that. It is completely buried — not under the ocean, but beneath
southern Europe. About 140 million years ago, the <a class="vilynx_listened" href="https://www.nbcnews.com/storyline/the-big-questions/what-lies-ahead-earth-s-shifting-continents-just-might-surprise-n717276" target="_blank">two continents began to collide</a>. Greater Adria got bulldozed and buried in the process and mostly sank beneath what is now Italy, Greece and the Baltics.</span><br />
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pull out your crystals boys and girls, because from Plato to Edgar
Casey to Isaac Asimov people have been telling us about the lost city of
Atlantis, where everyone was rich and took care of each other. Funny,
how the finding of this continent comes at a time when "Climate Change,"
"Over Population," and "Greed" have given us a distressed world where
people are killing people for fame and "hate-thy-neighbor" is on the tongue of most nations.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, what am I saying here? </span><br />
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change is a coming, a good, happy, New Atlantis... which includes
medical care for all and free education. Okay, so you 1%ers will have to downsize your five-thousand square feet homes down to
something more manageable like, say a forty-five-thousand square foot bungalow. I
mean, how many rooms does your kid's hamster need? </span><br />
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land. The soil was rich, said Critias, the engineers technically
accomplished, the architecture extravagant with baths, harbor
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Asia and Europe. When Atlantis attacked, Athens showed its excellence
as the leader of the Greeks, the much smaller city-state the only power
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<span style="font-size: large;">After the battle, there were violent earthquakes and floods, and
Atlantis sank into the sea, and all the Athenian warriors were swallowed
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Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-65678012399578206222023-09-06T11:34:00.001-05:002023-09-06T11:37:23.896-05:00An 1882 Look At The 21st Century's Short Attention Span<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSDpCWq1PW8KgCF4fzWyxtjzJZ64lgDD-wP_AK4qBQLoKwC2y2hggtKHcNR8KTm1rafsEspa1iJZLVdVnfJvYleVnwyJ0N2KTqOWgO8gaKdA2dD8Co47VDikvm4dpfIGh5t98K2yl0eSvFaQXQZRuBuNac5jYqQq_4MaLpLkhCsuGBA8_nN3ctkUa9Q84/s256/alien-writing-2400px-256x256.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="256" data-original-width="256" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSDpCWq1PW8KgCF4fzWyxtjzJZ64lgDD-wP_AK4qBQLoKwC2y2hggtKHcNR8KTm1rafsEspa1iJZLVdVnfJvYleVnwyJ0N2KTqOWgO8gaKdA2dD8Co47VDikvm4dpfIGh5t98K2yl0eSvFaQXQZRuBuNac5jYqQq_4MaLpLkhCsuGBA8_nN3ctkUa9Q84/s1600/alien-writing-2400px-256x256.png" width="256" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">I am going to ask you to put down your 21</span><span style="font-size: small;">st</span><span style="font-size: large;"> Century Attention Span -- which research says is now <a href="https://time.com/3858309/attention-spans-goldfish/" target="_blank">less than that of a "goldfish</a>" -- and read the following article written in 1883 by Annie Besant in her <a href="https://archive.org/details/sim_our-corner_1883-01-01_1_1" target="_blank">"Our Corner" publication</a>. I'll give you the esoteric significance afterwards. <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Peeps through a Microscope</b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">It is startling to think how the universe has increased in size
for us during the last 200 years. When Galileo roamed, a boy,
through Florentine streets, his “large eyes full of speculation”
gazed questioning at sky and earth, at stars that were mere far-off
lamps hanging from the firmament, at the surface of land and
water. He dreamed not of the realms of space, world-peopled,
rolling around him, of the realms of minutest beauty in the air
he breathed, in the earth he trod on, in the water that sparkled
before his eyes. When Galileo died, his telescope had swept
the boundary of the visible out of sight backwards into space,
his microscope had lifted the veil that hid from man daintiness
of beauty more exquisite than fancy had ever given to fay or
elf. The old man dying, blind from long work or from Inquisition torture—darkness hangs over the cause of this pathetic blindness of the star-gazer—left to the world new eyes wherewith to see. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">This “world of the minute” made visible to us by the microscope is one of the most fascinating foreign countries into which it is possible to travel. And it has this great advantage over
more commonplace lands, that you can journey all over it with
very little expense, and without moving away from your favorite
chair in your study. Besides, if you meet any very pleasant
acquaintances among the natives of the land, you need not part with them, but can just put them by in a box, and renew your
conversation with them whenever you please. Every study corner
should have a microscope set on a steady table—a small table
with thick legs is the best—in a good light. The first cost would
be amply repaid by the good temper, bright interest, pure recreation that would flow perennially from that corner, and many a
healthy walk would be taken to find “specimens” for evening
work. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Let me introduce to you, readers mine, some of the curious
folk who live in this foreign land. And, as some of the wiser
will try to see for themselves, instead of through my eyes, I will
let you into the secret of how to find your way there for yourselves. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The first thing we will peep at may be found in water. Put a
few flowers in a glass of water, and leave them there till the water
is discolored—discolored sounds better, more scientific, than dirty;
take a clean slip of glass (a “slide”), and put on it a drop of the
greenish water; take a “cover-glass” in your left hand, a needle
in your right; rest the edge of the cover-glass against the edge of
the drop and support the free side on the needle, and then let the
cover-glass gently down, so that you get the water spread out
evenly, and no air-bubbles in it. Now place the slide on the
stage of the microscope and take a peep. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqkpNRTaYhpcHkRZxe_qbVBoqULVmsnGZxCos42XCn72HV7hgAWRiIQzLnDMAipevFyt9Ui-PP9qFox-DeEggomQM2eUaZKeFpsA1BVP5To5-PKko_pQpRmMp006O4ouW5e4ZjmGL35ABMn8i6ihbjdgWx_bxwVdceAO-XfUt_3LZRcvgRv8MMRRaZtA/s555/microscopeShot1.png" style="font-family: verdana; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="487" data-original-width="555" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqkpNRTaYhpcHkRZxe_qbVBoqULVmsnGZxCos42XCn72HV7hgAWRiIQzLnDMAipevFyt9Ui-PP9qFox-DeEggomQM2eUaZKeFpsA1BVP5To5-PKko_pQpRmMp006O4ouW5e4ZjmGL35ABMn8i6ihbjdgWx_bxwVdceAO-XfUt_3LZRcvgRv8MMRRaZtA/s320/microscopeShot1.png" width="320" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> The first inhabitant to which I introduce you often passes so
swiftly across the field of the microscope that, as you realize his
presence, he has disappeared. A will-o’-the-wisp of a thing, most
aggravating to the novice, who sees a whirlwind, with a darkish space in the middle, shoot across and vanish. If we look for a
little clump of vegetable matter, however, we shall probably find
some of our friends busy there, moving in and out, round and
round it, and so we can get a better view of them. If still they
are too active, we can put a drop of tincture of iodine on one side
of the cover-glass, and a little bit of blotting-paper on the other
side, so as to draw the iodine under the glass, and as the brown
fluid touches our lively friends all movement will cease, and you
will see something like Fig. 1. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">This granular fringed object is one of the living things that
hover on the limits of the animal and vegetable worlds, and is a
member of a very large class, the INFUSORIA, so named because
they are found in infusions of vegetable matter. The animal
consists of a single cell, a wall enclosing semi-fluid contents. The
wall, or ectosarc, is a thin delicate cuticle, and from this grows out
the fringe of hairs, or cilia, to the continual motion of which is due
the whirlwind noted above. The cilia sweep the animal along,
and they also make currents which catch up all the little particles
of matter suspended in the water round them, and drive these up towards the mouth, a. The semi-fluid contents are the endosarc,
finely granular protoplasm, and in this at d is the nucleus, or
endoplast, of more aggregated protoplasm, within which again is
a small nucleus, the nucleolus or endoplastule. As the food is
driven into the mouth and passes down the gullet it gets rolled
into little balls, c, and these, each one surrounded by water, are </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3gTLiwiYs3W-Idd13jMsJP-zHL9Fb1QtQYdeBIqyyvpJmN8vOvGG3GUPsaOwbhpjPWqkisLBC9_eL0RlSgX0w1t0bg-zZ2bFkPvuLC7JnlIgfckeZfKGoC_PIlo0uG6PJZQsl8ubAFuhcn686Jfkb2J0UyguE6MlI2BNtHzntJKq6Vhn87hinsGARqg/s464/microscopeShot2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="464" data-original-width="423" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3gTLiwiYs3W-Idd13jMsJP-zHL9Fb1QtQYdeBIqyyvpJmN8vOvGG3GUPsaOwbhpjPWqkisLBC9_eL0RlSgX0w1t0bg-zZ2bFkPvuLC7JnlIgfckeZfKGoC_PIlo0uG6PJZQsl8ubAFuhcn686Jfkb2J0UyguE6MlI2BNtHzntJKq6Vhn87hinsGARqg/s320/microscopeShot2.png" width="292" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">in turn suddenly pushed into the endosarc, and travel slowly
through it along a definite path, the innutritive part being
finally ejected through the cuticle. At <i>b</i> is a remarkably interesting organ, the contractile vesicle, a structure probably respiratory in function, and allied to the complex water-vascular system
of higher animals. As we watch this open space we see it
suddenly contract and disappear, and then it again slowly opens,
and again suddenly contracts, this rhythmical movement being
constant. At its full expansion only the cuticle intervenes
between it and the water, and as it contracts delicate radiating
canals are seen to go off from it and to be charged with liquid.
Thus the contractile vesicle acts like a water-lung, the water,
carrying oxygen in solution, passing in through the cuticle....</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Okay, gentle readers, I'll end the article here since it's definitely too wordy for our 21 Century Attention Span, and if you stuck it out this far, you must be itching to check you iPhone -- I am! You can read the full 1883 article written by Annie Besant on <a href="https://archive.org/details/sim_our-corner_1883-01-01_1_1/page/34/mode/1up">Archive.org</a>, conversely, I will tell you that she goes on in her article to show reproducing cells, or "Vorticella" cells and its "pranks" under the microscope -- how exciting.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">So what is esoteric about this? A few things: First, this 1882 article shows how far we've sunk in our brains, and with our shortening attention spans, there can be little doubt that in another hundred years we will be nothing more than mindless bodies being fed information from a storage devise. Secondly, with the thousands of <a href="https://exoplanets.nasa.gov/" target="_blank">exoplanets</a> being found daily in a <a href="https://exoplanets.nasa.gov/faq/15/what-is-the-habitable-zone-or-goldilocks-zone/" target="_blank">Goldilocks Zone</a> with water and plant life, how can anyone think there is <i>not</i> other life out there, life far more advanced than ours in the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Age_of_the_universe" target="_blank">13.787 billion years the universe</a> has been developing. Are we not but spiraling fission between earth and heaven on a slide of class under another dimension's microscope? Obviously we are!!! </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I'll now return you to your iPhone and google maps. Enjoy your day!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">~~ Dr TV Boogie <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaDOM38RiMSzf10YnipeM5ZFejmY_mI1Vuei8DWMPNykcpPFx19-tP2ykVK3PC__0FB2hj1phAElT22RtgxNWFBZwoMqEy3z0oRw6P2BhZPt0ZRVkFZ4d3rfc2RXT3s45-Jwpsi6fTJMDAJmjTJ1RuTTgzDEYs7vHqaEG-DiYYSG0FzGPjPoDMylN47N8/s1280/DrBLogoGif.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaDOM38RiMSzf10YnipeM5ZFejmY_mI1Vuei8DWMPNykcpPFx19-tP2ykVK3PC__0FB2hj1phAElT22RtgxNWFBZwoMqEy3z0oRw6P2BhZPt0ZRVkFZ4d3rfc2RXT3s45-Jwpsi6fTJMDAJmjTJ1RuTTgzDEYs7vHqaEG-DiYYSG0FzGPjPoDMylN47N8/s320/DrBLogoGif.gif" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span><br /><p></p> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-54209155872955574122023-09-04T13:56:00.001-05:002023-09-04T13:58:26.319-05:00My Madame Blavatsky Labor Day Story<p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQvzR57kiw8pc5Laczf1KCbECAHrtIHN90SeD-olRnuEVI0gLc-pN-VPIP6vG-75ukS57z2jc172YfOWGHaQwGXmCHVN8N_BVF0kJldOawheHdZeWIukPGH8aVQTwHz9U3vcgtc3c-VJPU/s2048/01xp-laborday2-superJumbo.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1153" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQvzR57kiw8pc5Laczf1KCbECAHrtIHN90SeD-olRnuEVI0gLc-pN-VPIP6vG-75ukS57z2jc172YfOWGHaQwGXmCHVN8N_BVF0kJldOawheHdZeWIukPGH8aVQTwHz9U3vcgtc3c-VJPU/w379-h213/01xp-laborday2-superJumbo.webp" width="379" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">In the late 1800s, many Americans toiled
12 hours a day, seven days a week, often in physically demanding,
low-paying jobs. Children worked too, on farms and in factories and
mines. Conditions were often harsh and unsafe.</span><p class="css-axufdj evys1bk0"><span style="font-size: large;">It
was in this context that American workers held the first Labor Day
parade, marching from New York’s City Hall to a giant picnic at an
uptown park on Sept. 5, 1882.</span></p><p class="css-axufdj evys1bk0"><span style="font-size: large;">The
America Labor movement had begun and over the next century we would see
a minimum wage, 40 hour work week, child protection laws, etc... <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Personally, I celebrate Labor Day by relaxing and hiding from the world. It's MY day. I do this for my grandmother, who in her early twenties, back in 1922, had the misfortune of working in a Detroit auto-factory where one of the giant presses skipped a beat and took three fingers off her right hand. A hand you wouldn't see because she kept it hid behind her purse, or wore gloves whenever possible. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: large;">I can't imagine the pain she must have felt that day as they took her away screaming with a greasy rag over her hand. She didn't speak much about the accident, but she did speak about the employer who gave her a one-week's pay before letting her go because she no longer had two good hands. That was all she got. She would join in labor strikes after that, showing off her hand as a reason to fight for justice from greedy employers who choose profits over worker's safety. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Why am I writing about <i>Labor</i> on an Esoteric blog? Truth is, the Esoterics have always been for <i>workers</i>. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">For example, the argument that, Pythagoras and his students were for the workers of the day can be made by his philosophy that the basic property of numbers was
expressed in the harmonious interplay of opposite pairs, and that, <b>harmony assured
the balance of opposite forces.</b> This obviously means there must be a balance between the workers and the profiteers. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/labor-days-secret-society-connections-24156525/" target="_blank">Freemasons like Uriah Stephens</a> who created a "brotherhood" to bring together every laborer, mechanic, and artisan who desired professional improvement, was founded in 1869, and was <span class="B2EFF public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><span>inspired by the ritual and lessons he himself had learned as a Mason in his Philadelphia Lodge. </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxVZLyvL_GPR9MFD0Afhyi25Y0OinBsCfJHqrk5yFtCBk7BYQh1y3-hjOtjU-BBg2c--i0kk4tXl1Vu6ECKx454smrFvqZqkkaWIcQSW5Me3xuQFOwUicAiyyiG_Bz-tJVPxYgHGwjC_q-CnDAGerpqNP0TJCLrRzSFxYaMJbWv6AIbO_qtGLfSxADFNI/s238/balvatski.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="238" data-original-width="160" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxVZLyvL_GPR9MFD0Afhyi25Y0OinBsCfJHqrk5yFtCBk7BYQh1y3-hjOtjU-BBg2c--i0kk4tXl1Vu6ECKx454smrFvqZqkkaWIcQSW5Me3xuQFOwUicAiyyiG_Bz-tJVPxYgHGwjC_q-CnDAGerpqNP0TJCLrRzSFxYaMJbWv6AIbO_qtGLfSxADFNI/s1600/balvatski.jpeg" width="160" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="B2EFF public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><span>Probably the greatest testament to esoterist involvement in Worker's Rights is none other than Madame Blavatsky. That's right, the woman who gave us the Secret Doctrines which is the foundation for most esoteric studies today, was also a supporter of worker's rights. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="B2EFF public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annie_Besant" target="_blank">Annie Besant</a> was a Theosophist who studied under Blavatsky during the last years of Blavatsky's life. In her biography, Besant gives a written documentation of Madame Blavatsky's support of the early labor movement in England. Besant writes, "Thus was ushered in 1889, the to me never-to-be-forgotten year in which I found my way 'Home,' and had the priceless good fortune of meeting, and of becoming the pupil of, H.P. Blavatsky." </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="B2EFF public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><span>Besant goes on to explain her personal growth in Spiritualism from her studies with Blavatsky, but also tells of her involvement in fighting for the working class people, more precisely, the "Female Labor" called the Matchmaker Girls, which Besant called "White Slavery" in an article in which she points out: "A typical case is that of a girl of sixteen, a piece-worker; she earns 4s(English Shillings) a week... out of the earnings 2s. a week is paid for the rent of one room. The child lives only on bread and butter and tea, alike for breakfast and dinner...." </span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaj02ZegHUSY-fvRejtgfHO_T52Y9WGBe6rtCkYmPj4DP-tSbyu07aBxKRiIrITB6-mNenhD4NcXwi2JbY7Cqks7GBua24fE8jlQgki1gPAfdkIdaL2kYvSWw45FKqp_rN3KM0YDF258poVKFUQD71mHFeWHfSzB2mUKMh9E--3WY1yDG1s0yelo3-c0w/s319/HP_Blavatsky_12.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="319" data-original-width="250" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaj02ZegHUSY-fvRejtgfHO_T52Y9WGBe6rtCkYmPj4DP-tSbyu07aBxKRiIrITB6-mNenhD4NcXwi2JbY7Cqks7GBua24fE8jlQgki1gPAfdkIdaL2kYvSWw45FKqp_rN3KM0YDF258poVKFUQD71mHFeWHfSzB2mUKMh9E--3WY1yDG1s0yelo3-c0w/s1600/HP_Blavatsky_12.jpg" width="250" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="B2EFF public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><span>Besant's article title "White Slavery" got the girls fired and Besant sued for libel. The factory owner won the law suit by paying the workers to lie, and painting Besant as an evil atheist -- worked everytime in 1882. Without jobs the workers were thrown out on the streets and Besant trashed in the newspapers. Still, Besant wanted to give the woman a home filled with "comradeship, and self-respecting freedom." This is where H.P. Blavatsky steps in. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="B2EFF public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><span>Besant writes in her autobiography: "On August 15th it (the women's home) was opened by Madame Blavatsky, and dedicated by her to the brightening of the lot of hardworking and underpaid girls...Very tender was H.P.B.'s heart to human suffering, especially to that of women and children. She was very poor towards the end of her earthly life, having spent all on her mission, and refusing to take time from her Theosophical work to write for the Russian papers which were ready to pay highly for her pen. But her slender purse was swiftly emptied when any human pain that money could relieve came in her way. One day I wrote a letter to a comrade that was shown to her, about some little children to whom I had carried a quantity of country flowers, and I had spoken of their faces pinched with want. The following note came to me:</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="B2EFF public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><span> <i>My Dearest Friend, I have read your letter...and my heart is sick for the poor little ones! Look here; I have but 30s. of my own money of which I can dispose (for as you know I am a pauper, and proud of it), but I want you to take them and not say a word. This may buy thirty dinners for thirty poor little starving wretches, and I may feel happier for thirty minutes at the thought. Now don't say a word, and do it: take them to those unfortunate babies who loved your flowers and felt happy. Forgive your old uncouth friend, useless in this world!</i></span></span></span></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="B2EFF public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><span> Ever yours, </span></span></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="B2EFF public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><span> </span></span></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="B2EFF public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><span> H.P.B<br /></span></span></span></i></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="B2EFF public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><span> </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="B2EFF public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><span>That's my Madame Blavatsky Labor Day story. On an interesting note, I will leave you with this passage written by Annie Besant about her work in 1882. It was written over a hundred and forty years ago, but seems like something written today. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="B2EFF public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><span> <i>This branch of our work led to a big fight -- a fight most happy in its results. At a meeting of the Fabian Society, Miss Clementina Black gave a capital lecture on Female Labor, and urged the formation of a Consumers' League, a pledged only to buy from shops certificated 'clean' from unfair wage....</i></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="B2EFF public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><span>~~ Eso Terry </span></span></span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-3f1kMel1mItMdkPxKKOWc1_bL_4nnmIpHFr1BMlgwbA1YCLvUdBmRjWOLIkQEjbvxloWPynMgzboUOOMZxQYSQUXiZLHEccm2lVVnl0qIlnYsS2f7hT0nPvYtYiGMt0UNg4e9MxGdbV4gzLuWdLgViGtFh33GWjFcsEnBqMBoL-U0DWFDCBrqCsk44/s1920/EnoughSign.2021-03-14%2011_19_34.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-3f1kMel1mItMdkPxKKOWc1_bL_4nnmIpHFr1BMlgwbA1YCLvUdBmRjWOLIkQEjbvxloWPynMgzboUOOMZxQYSQUXiZLHEccm2lVVnl0qIlnYsS2f7hT0nPvYtYiGMt0UNg4e9MxGdbV4gzLuWdLgViGtFh33GWjFcsEnBqMBoL-U0DWFDCBrqCsk44/s320/EnoughSign.2021-03-14%2011_19_34.gif" width="320" /></a></p><p> </p> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-69953995709629977792023-09-02T11:35:00.001-05:002023-09-02T11:35:43.700-05:00Jimmy Buffett's Power of Suggestion, and Death Took a Break in 1752, I Have the Proof!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTdCA3Cr0CBaauKQILPWXhguGxS6glscKJljZj_-AOHU2eF3Dyzt4hCeHCXyrpEl9sXP9HUxwgrkxfcaiKvMcdHDFt1LV6bHU2LBLc1ZFpgQ6wYffTwKeu074V4SVDu1jYz83GZthjVLMIyWEXoZIaNgFcIxkJN8iLNu6ptK8MAkydHYOiwdluJo44yJI/s210/Margaritaville-West_German7%20SingleCover.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="209" data-original-width="210" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTdCA3Cr0CBaauKQILPWXhguGxS6glscKJljZj_-AOHU2eF3Dyzt4hCeHCXyrpEl9sXP9HUxwgrkxfcaiKvMcdHDFt1LV6bHU2LBLc1ZFpgQ6wYffTwKeu074V4SVDu1jYz83GZthjVLMIyWEXoZIaNgFcIxkJN8iLNu6ptK8MAkydHYOiwdluJo44yJI/s1600/Margaritaville-West_German7%20SingleCover.jpg" width="210" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">It's Labor Day Weekend, and well, another example of the Power of Suggestion. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I have <a href="https://www.esotericdaily.com/2017/12/watch-what-you-say-it-might-kill-you.html" target="_blank">written about this before</a>, how people have said things lightly which ended up being premonitions of their deaths. Sports players, airplane pilots, famous writers, etc., have all done it publicly. In college I got accepted in a Nondisciplinary Graduate program at the University of Texas, my study was titled: <i>The Power of Suggestion In Song</i>. I wrote about how the popular Southern Rock band, <a href="https://www.lynyrdskynyrd.com/" target="_blank">Lynyrd Skynyrd's</a>, airplane crashed killing the lead singer shortly after the release of an album with them burning in flames on the cover, and one of the songs was titled: "The Smell of Death." The band was on their way to the opening show in Dallas when their plane went down. The album cover was changed to not show the men burning in flames. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzDEfQdaq9OngrgRIZioSzycynu-0vFcWbYtPydCPhMAILzOGn47Zapa3xGjTjrHqsJgPX1ZAzQHeLAnuWt0b9yRP6RbPAaPHRqO0GVE_kalX5uaIVMg2NMjdPO9EyEYB01RckVLYlbYxp96KGA6TC6yFfJYevZsewtbbXYxV3y0MbTUliqW6av1dsEY/s400/Lynyrd%20Skynyrd.Street%20Survivors.both%20covers.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="400" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzDEfQdaq9OngrgRIZioSzycynu-0vFcWbYtPydCPhMAILzOGn47Zapa3xGjTjrHqsJgPX1ZAzQHeLAnuWt0b9yRP6RbPAaPHRqO0GVE_kalX5uaIVMg2NMjdPO9EyEYB01RckVLYlbYxp96KGA6TC6yFfJYevZsewtbbXYxV3y0MbTUliqW6av1dsEY/w367-h178/Lynyrd%20Skynyrd.Street%20Survivors.both%20covers.jpg" width="367" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Flames Cover Removed after Death. <br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">A similar thing happened to <a href="https://www.johnlennon.com/" target="_blank">John Lennon</a> in 1980. He had just released an album with a song called, "I Had to Let it Go." In the song he said he was, "No longer riding on the merry-go-round, I just had to let it go...." The song became a rock-station hit while they were burying John. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And now, for this Labor Day Weekend, I read this morning that <a href="https://www.jimmybuffett.com/" target="_blank">Jimmy Buffett</a>, the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margaritaville" target="_blank">Margaritaville</a> singer with a religious following of <a href="https://islandjay.com/blogs/islander-blog/92534659-what-is-a-parrothead" target="_blank">Parrot Heads</a>, died just in time for his Labor Day Weekend. I didn't think much of it until I found myself singing one of his songs while I was making my breakfast tea: </span></p><div class="ujudUb"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span>Headin' out to San Francisco</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span>For the Labor Day weekend show</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span>I got my Hush Puppies on</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span>I guess I never was meant for glitter rock 'n' roll</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span>And honey, I didn't know that I'd be missin' you so</span></i></span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span></span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>The song is titled: <i>Come Monday</i>. And yes, a coinkydink at the very least, but he has, "Headed out for the Labor Day Weekend," as the song says, and of course, he now knows that he is "...missin'" her so. Now if that's not Esoteric I don't know what is? <br /></span></span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span style="font-size: large;"><span></span></span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span></span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt-5tSSc8e4h3v3T8tBXHYAuoW_b8TqN8yL3e1a3deVPN8KVX0hKNo90B49zJStiYG8lqHIOvUAL3RUjWcDzqzLyUoRkfbv8DYB8_BitJKkDwG8y9SZQHuagnzC7u8qae4KdnHhPj10XsHPLcWetIfTlS9BtL9tiAsZmO4WXkPk-8e7crJMUga7RoazSo/s387/RWS_Tarot_13_Death.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="387" data-original-width="220" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt-5tSSc8e4h3v3T8tBXHYAuoW_b8TqN8yL3e1a3deVPN8KVX0hKNo90B49zJStiYG8lqHIOvUAL3RUjWcDzqzLyUoRkfbv8DYB8_BitJKkDwG8y9SZQHuagnzC7u8qae4KdnHhPj10XsHPLcWetIfTlS9BtL9tiAsZmO4WXkPk-8e7crJMUga7RoazSo/s320/RWS_Tarot_13_Death.jpg" width="182" /></a></div>The other Esoteric thing I want to mention today is that on September 2nd of 1752, England and its American colonies switched to the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julian_calendar" target="_blank">Julian calendar</a>, dropping the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gregorian_calendar" target="_blank">Gregorian calendar</a>. To do this, eleven days disappeared and so they went from September 2nd of 1752 to September 14th, and simply skipped the eleven days in-between. So, in all reality, Death took a vacation in England and the American colonies from September 3rd to September 13th of 1752. That's right, no one died in England or its colonies between September 3rd and the 13th of 1752. Google it!</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>~~ Eso Terry <br /></span></span></div> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-14616016232034721132023-09-01T20:49:00.001-05:002023-09-01T20:49:35.975-05:00September Is Here! Esoterically Speaking that is. <p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGwHbGwnsV-shqL4AUy4VRNfrzxTUgk4bR4nWflD8VmgHzZt7h9M50M804W2FaoQW7sqlL4FnFGjhxgDjt9_PpzMbgFM0qqeGXY5A_OO9iN3hOn-LXrptFf5YetRNlJKVsDVFClMQLH9f42m2SA89TX3mX668H4-GHC2yxAB03FlLckO8hSOSP-7GGQo/s1024/virgo-from-bl-royal-13-a-xi-f-109v-5c48b5-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="701" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGwHbGwnsV-shqL4AUy4VRNfrzxTUgk4bR4nWflD8VmgHzZt7h9M50M804W2FaoQW7sqlL4FnFGjhxgDjt9_PpzMbgFM0qqeGXY5A_OO9iN3hOn-LXrptFf5YetRNlJKVsDVFClMQLH9f42m2SA89TX3mX668H4-GHC2yxAB03FlLckO8hSOSP-7GGQo/s320/virgo-from-bl-royal-13-a-xi-f-109v-5c48b5-1024.jpg" width="219" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">September, for the uninitiated, it is a time to conclude the rites of summer with a long Labor Day weekend, that weekend, originally intended to be a salute to the working people and their struggles for fair work week with time off, now, nothing more than a celebration of the end of the vacation season, signaling that it's time to go back to work. It's also a warning to children that it's time to hit the books for summer is over and school is back. <br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">For those of us with eyes to see who see, September is the ninth month of the year, the first month of Autumn, and it derives its name from septem, the Latin word meaning "seven," as September was the seventh month of the old Roman calendar. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The traditional birthstone of September, is the blue sapphire, to which the pagans of old incanted: </span></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">A maiden born when rustling leaves</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Are blowing in the September breeze,</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">A Sapphire on her brow should bind,</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">'Twill cure diseases of the mind. <br /></span></i></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Oh, the good old days. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">September is shared by the astrological signs of Virgo the Virgin and Libra the Scales (or Balance). Before the Virgo sign's symbol of a virgin was co-opted by the patriarchy, the figure representing Virgo was simply an unmarried woman who chose to live by her own laws and to never, ever give it away for free. To embrace the sign's motto, 'I serve', we must first and foremost serve with determination at the altar of the <i>self</i>. As the sign that arrives just before the zodiac's midway point, Virgo marks the last moment we have solely to ourselves before we step into the wider collaborative communion of the final six signs. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">September is sacred to the following Pagan deities: Persephone, Thor, and the Wiccan Goddess in Her aspect of the Mother. The Celtic tree-calendar month of Coll ends on September 1, and from September 2 until the September 29, it is the vine month of Muin, sacred to the god Lugh (Loou-ggh).<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">During the month of September, the Great Solar Wheel of the Year is turned to the Autumn Equinox, one of the four Lesser Sabbats celebrated each year by Wiccans and modern Witches throughout the world. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOzxzIzMyTRHcVcoGBIxgjCqB7hWpR3yA-WVTvoTBmY7urMR-nYAFWnH94eI3BfbZlOd8dUTn5U9FwmlkiSyrAsfyXOiscz_x9PfMg7fALXbEAfAB2R-IJPsnP474DQKMkL8eebiuyIHgBKUP5Ke2QqIrdwDlicY635kvViBTqTq-vdZhMYSeVFo0v9c/s1280/hermitCardMoves.2023-09-01%2020_21_35.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOzxzIzMyTRHcVcoGBIxgjCqB7hWpR3yA-WVTvoTBmY7urMR-nYAFWnH94eI3BfbZlOd8dUTn5U9FwmlkiSyrAsfyXOiscz_x9PfMg7fALXbEAfAB2R-IJPsnP474DQKMkL8eebiuyIHgBKUP5Ke2QqIrdwDlicY635kvViBTqTq-vdZhMYSeVFo0v9c/w361-h203/hermitCardMoves.2023-09-01%2020_21_35.gif" width="361" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">Being the ninth month of the year, September is represented by the 9th card of the Major Arcana, The Hermit. The Hermit is usually depicted walking with a lantern and a stick; he represents meditation, isolation and quietude. The card also signifies crystalized wisdom and practiced discipline. The Hermit is a taskmaster who motivates conscience and guides others on their path. The perfect card to get things ready for the coming chills of Winter, the death of and resurrection of the Sun, the all enchanting moon goddess and her mesmerizing rights. </span><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYQtRswMkb2fiRcRlorOVlCCnezWx1mhF3G7vOam2xFSTReEbvKa5LbbF9op7iwOsPJow866saeA7B_Z4Ra2wJo_f2FwVy7fhEtcW1ymfkZpcw5eo1BCOzmhjtU_sfNOL_0r0bz9xxUivOGzQ5sY_ksGEiM1l0-9EVRVIro8MO0WIckWsmJgoZDmh68g/s225/Hex12iching.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYQtRswMkb2fiRcRlorOVlCCnezWx1mhF3G7vOam2xFSTReEbvKa5LbbF9op7iwOsPJow866saeA7B_Z4Ra2wJo_f2FwVy7fhEtcW1ymfkZpcw5eo1BCOzmhjtU_sfNOL_0r0bz9xxUivOGzQ5sY_ksGEiM1l0-9EVRVIro8MO0WIckWsmJgoZDmh68g/s1600/Hex12iching.png" width="225" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hex 12<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">According to Carol Anthony's book, <i>The Philosophy of the I Ching</i>, "the hexagram representing the ninth month is called Standstill (Hex. 12). Here three Yin lines have advanced into the hexagram from the bottom. Visually, this hexagram represents the mid-point between the summer and winter solstices. Heaven is above, drawing farther and farther away, while the earth below sinks farther into the depths of winter. "The flowing and ebbing of the earth's energies was a primary theme in early matriarchal societies. Accordingly, the hexagrams representing the last six months of the year give counsel that accords with the time, i.e., retreat, conserve, and store up supplies to prepare for the coming time of decrease (winter)."</span><p><span style="font-size: large;">In Bess Matassa's book, Cosmic Year, the astrology of September asks us to kneel at our inner altars, anointing ourselves in the signature of scents of self-understanding so that we can bring our unique mystique to the world. She goes on to say, "Wed to witchery of the sixth sign of Virgo, this month is for letting our constituent parts come into clarity, as we take an inventory of our assets and mine our own mineral make-up for magic." <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Finally, the number 9 is considered a symbol of spiritual enlightenment and completion. It is often associated with a higher consciousness, selflessness, and compassion. So, those of you on the path of true enlightenment, the Bodhisattvas of the earth in service to others, relax, enjoy a cup of hot chocolate, trace a leaf with your souls pen, in your spiritual journal, begin that masterpiece the universe is calling you to produce, get ready for cooler days, longer nights, the Autumn reunites, the stars are bright, it's September! Enjoy! </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">~~ Eso Terry <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> <br /></span></p><iframe width="806" height="453" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ohvrgSxS010" title="September, Esoterically Speaking." frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-30552866125031289722023-08-28T11:11:00.000-05:002023-08-28T11:11:39.114-05:00August 28, and the Echos of MLK's "I Have a Dream."<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ3g4RTQ7bfkugQ2av3J58Fvu6x8LnCxrgeLF_W3PDIKlKCkoKXWIyzchBpLn7aV1wIMypxuqf8dOINEwollrEfu1Ez5sVSi5LdQc_AaeaMcJZO2fsPmJ4PjiA9c2x5q5eogo_iMGAxVdI-hR3K7zRuKfgxRsXiVlTuRxyBtwmv05NXAUca-sTI7a1sX0/s1488/Martin_Luther_King,_Jr..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1488" data-original-width="992" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ3g4RTQ7bfkugQ2av3J58Fvu6x8LnCxrgeLF_W3PDIKlKCkoKXWIyzchBpLn7aV1wIMypxuqf8dOINEwollrEfu1Ez5sVSi5LdQc_AaeaMcJZO2fsPmJ4PjiA9c2x5q5eogo_iMGAxVdI-hR3K7zRuKfgxRsXiVlTuRxyBtwmv05NXAUca-sTI7a1sX0/s320/Martin_Luther_King,_Jr..jpg" width="213" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Martin Luther King<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">On this day in 1963, Martin Luther King (MLK) gave his electrifying "I Have a Dream" speech. Those with him that day who had seen the written speech, will tell you that the "I Have a Dream" part was not in the written speech they had seen, and that it came out of the heart of MLK, or as we like to say here on EsotericDaily.com, the Mystic Universe. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">What we don't often remember about MLK's words that day, along with the other speakers, are the words about police brutality, lynching, intimidation, beatings, and murders underpinning the American form of apartheid known as "Jim Crow," and which were not limited to the Deep South. Case in point: as MLK was delivering his speech, two women in their early twenties were stabbed to death in their Manhattan apartment. Seven months later, George Whitmore Jr. of Wildwood, New Jersey, an African-American drifter with a limited IQ, was picked out of a photo lineup by an assault victim. It turned out to be a misidentification, but before the case was solved, Brooklyn police beat Whitmore, interrogated him for hours, and finally extracted a false confession to the killings. The defendant immediately recanted, but he was convicted and put on Death row. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Eventually, the facts were sorted out, and the real killer imprisoned. Whitmore was found innocent based on a dozen witnesses who remembered seeing him in New Jersey on the day in question because it was the date of Martin Luther King's speech. It was all anybody in their circle was talking about that day, because it was a dream they all shared, and still do. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"<a href="https://www.npr.org/2010/01/18/122701268/i-have-a-dream-speech-in-its-entirety" target="_blank">I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today....</a>)</span></p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiagRly4NUpCSs1qQVMGa-OJWO4erreJQtk2prRMKBw0jkl6Pai6Taa9rbSbdhaxnZNLb6ss-LXn1AwNnap_1iu4bQiwwxJBNP5fMhWFnIDH2jSe5o7pUO_ywpxiASMVry7eAlFBIHeLD09VrFl7Ll5lsx_vGi8H6cv4yA-HajEQGjo5moaPmQglhy5SOk/s247/220px-Cetshwayo_ka_Mpande,_cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="220" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiagRly4NUpCSs1qQVMGa-OJWO4erreJQtk2prRMKBw0jkl6Pai6Taa9rbSbdhaxnZNLb6ss-LXn1AwNnap_1iu4bQiwwxJBNP5fMhWFnIDH2jSe5o7pUO_ywpxiASMVry7eAlFBIHeLD09VrFl7Ll5lsx_vGi8H6cv4yA-HajEQGjo5moaPmQglhy5SOk/s1600/220px-Cetshwayo_ka_Mpande,_cropped.jpg" width="220" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">King Cetshwayo<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">Coincidentally enough, on this day in 1879, King Cetshwayo, the last great ruler of Zululand in South Africa was captured by the British army; subsequently, this would result in England taking countless numbers of artifacts still in the British museum as spoils of the war, not to mention creating wealth for generations to come in mineral rights sent abroad. <br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrqFi9XiP7GOJlBQj_Gi_3S6tk5TQXtw0kK_SP4ATNxxyK72DJED9NHlmPnWp2tf0FjDDH4skb8UVsANy5-I0kCIF3dstSUKX50tjHqUk6keKMRXHiKHzeVrVC_6E1pY7yX8pkGqrrhXlN5-6dUrpL7twvpByYpq6o7GXmICkZc5NAsj5cI706HPBUMoM/s1500/tiger-woods-1992-56c752453df78cfb3787db3d.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="984" data-original-width="1500" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrqFi9XiP7GOJlBQj_Gi_3S6tk5TQXtw0kK_SP4ATNxxyK72DJED9NHlmPnWp2tf0FjDDH4skb8UVsANy5-I0kCIF3dstSUKX50tjHqUk6keKMRXHiKHzeVrVC_6E1pY7yX8pkGqrrhXlN5-6dUrpL7twvpByYpq6o7GXmICkZc5NAsj5cI706HPBUMoM/s320/tiger-woods-1992-56c752453df78cfb3787db3d.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tiger Woods at 18<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-size: large;">On a pleasant note, on this day in 1994, the universal mystic law would have Tiger Woods, at the age of 18, becoming the youngest winner in the history of the U.S. Amateur Golf Championship, which opened golf up to those of us who had seen it as an old white-man's sport. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">~~ Eso Terry <br /></span></p> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-70072171845350687412023-08-24T14:33:00.000-05:002023-08-24T14:33:25.551-05:00August 24 the Biggest Sick Day in the USA!<p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgHxbq5drmDG8ahlPzmjUncaHfcqMbFD7Y78gcFJZz89UEkwKxJGWRFbu7XaZypXwADGbtwjQlH351NRrh9f8dKyjEWl4g4QoIuLlj19kIjalUu1XtvlgM_jc21jhMnVuFVQhnPhXtmdF-R76lVbtUjiGhTNWfrOEA1stT3AkhOI_56EdYPblH5g6gVQ/s736/1458919619989.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="524" data-original-width="736" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgHxbq5drmDG8ahlPzmjUncaHfcqMbFD7Y78gcFJZz89UEkwKxJGWRFbu7XaZypXwADGbtwjQlH351NRrh9f8dKyjEWl4g4QoIuLlj19kIjalUu1XtvlgM_jc21jhMnVuFVQhnPhXtmdF-R76lVbtUjiGhTNWfrOEA1stT3AkhOI_56EdYPblH5g6gVQ/s320/1458919619989.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>In a study by Flamingo, a firm which helps companies manage employee absences and medical leaves, <i>August 24th</i> is the day most American workers call in sick. And why would this be? Hmmmm?...</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Historically, Hawaii became an official state this day in 1959 and subsequently, Daniel K. Inouye was the first Japanese-American congressman to the U.S. House of Representatives, and Hiram L. Font of Hawaii became the first Chinese-American U.S. senator to the U.S. Senate. Now, there’s a good reason for a sick day on August 24th from a long night of celebrating. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">On this day in 79 CE, <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Vesuvius" target="_blank">Mount Versuvius</a> erupted in Italy leaving us the <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pompeii" target="_blank">Pompeii ruins</a> of people frozen in time trying to escape death. This reminder of how quickly life can end is another good reason to skip work for a day of leisure at the company’s expense. </span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzSBrxGQ756jxLUZg2kKU9t-vkGkyVEyj8FvXL_Bus_jJmDskLfKR1XTvIzMy2VklwFiQbrxRHD6vW83D3Lf_Owblwr6fPAgVFZbVWfbmB-OcRJSykExnEUTjaZwrYPm1e4VhlqfbP6NmND6YfndadI9bs6PcfDl-5Fyk4oY_vl621DoYKtONke_8T2o/s500/pluto.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzSBrxGQ756jxLUZg2kKU9t-vkGkyVEyj8FvXL_Bus_jJmDskLfKR1XTvIzMy2VklwFiQbrxRHD6vW83D3Lf_Owblwr6fPAgVFZbVWfbmB-OcRJSykExnEUTjaZwrYPm1e4VhlqfbP6NmND6YfndadI9bs6PcfDl-5Fyk4oY_vl621DoYKtONke_8T2o/s320/pluto.gif" width="320" /> </a><span style="font-size: large;"><span>The craziest August 24th fact of all is a personal one for me, you see, on August 24th in 1930, it was announced that the recently discovered Planet X, the 9th planet in our solar system which had been named Pluto after the Roman god of the underworld, was not a massive Jupiter size planet as promised, but in all actuality, a “dwarf planet.” Which was okay, because it remained the ruling planet of those born under the Scorpio horoscope. That is, until August of 2016 when the International Astronomical Union- Bastards, (IAU-B), took Pluto off the list of planets in our solar system and life for Scorpio’s like me, got more confusing than ever. Fortunately, however, I am a Buddhist and understand that change is a part of life to be </span><span>celebrated, and so, on August 24th in 2019 I received a <a href="https://www.esotericdaily.com/2023/08/your-inconspicuous-benefit-on-august.html" target="_blank">gohonzon</a> for my Buddhist altar — is it any wonder that I called in sick today to write on my blog? </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Finally, August 24 is also the Festival of Luna, the goddess of the Moon. In her temple, <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luna_(goddess)" target="_blank">Luna Noctiluca</a> (Moon that shines by night), the cover was removed from the <a href="https://www.paganbookofhours.org/rituals/mundus_cereris.html" target="_blank">Mundas Cereris</a>, the labyrinthine passage to the underworld, to allow the spirits of the dead to roam free. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Another good reason to skip work if you ask me. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">So, brothers and sisters, if you are reading this from your “sick day” by the pool, you’re not alone, even if you think you are. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">~~ Eso Terry</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-75364066682468068042023-08-21T09:38:00.003-05:002023-08-24T08:57:41.837-05:00Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo to the rescue!<p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoK6YdLcFHR4c88YKqGJ_96Cek6JB1sgln5Yeyg286Pet7wy-iIinwCb8HrQNqbpB4VFz8Y3QOQa0kxi-BcjM7TjNvAogxf0ISWc1VlI5SWK8KtqUoEBC0Wox1jfkRmJTuDZv9ma2z7y3CMLdoyGSJcZnyYSs2Px3HlW5wWAE67qrYZzY-TJ08Mg21nkE/s267/F14B26EF-3ECD-45C4-9B7F-1BFD44D223E0.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="220" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoK6YdLcFHR4c88YKqGJ_96Cek6JB1sgln5Yeyg286Pet7wy-iIinwCb8HrQNqbpB4VFz8Y3QOQa0kxi-BcjM7TjNvAogxf0ISWc1VlI5SWK8KtqUoEBC0Wox1jfkRmJTuDZv9ma2z7y3CMLdoyGSJcZnyYSs2Px3HlW5wWAE67qrYZzY-TJ08Mg21nkE/s1600/F14B26EF-3ECD-45C4-9B7F-1BFD44D223E0.jpeg" width="220" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">It was<a href="https://www.esotericdaily.com/2019/08/chanting-nam-myoho-renge-kyo.html" target="_blank"> four-years ago that I first chanted Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo.</a> I thought it was more than four years, but guess not. It has changed my life and so I share it with you now. </span><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCUXJ6IaqJdoALjzE1spoDP7_68Rs-TOqNTt9NMnBmOdDnrg9tpGgmaKtBfhE2feNe1ec9wTqgxOub6z-zBUr4e0jhcxEPYyP-qEvvwhG1S5r8NEryNFYhKaqu3hT4Dje2P3L2eq0E6O96eIoyQTXno523qEpOA4tm8urhq3JQkT3pvD1Xwgp5Fqj23cQ/s1280/NichirenDrawsGif.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCUXJ6IaqJdoALjzE1spoDP7_68Rs-TOqNTt9NMnBmOdDnrg9tpGgmaKtBfhE2feNe1ec9wTqgxOub6z-zBUr4e0jhcxEPYyP-qEvvwhG1S5r8NEryNFYhKaqu3hT4Dje2P3L2eq0E6O96eIoyQTXno523qEpOA4tm8urhq3JQkT3pvD1Xwgp5Fqj23cQ/s320/NichirenDrawsGif.gif" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;">For those of you who have been reading my blog, I've written about my Nichiren Buddhism faith a few times; I've told you <a href="https://www.esotericdaily.com/2020/08/the-faith-of-dr-tv-boogie.html" target="_blank">about the practice</a>, <a href="https://www.esotericdaily.com/2019/11/the-essence-of-nichiren-buddhism-in-300.html" target="_blank">the history</a>, and of course, how <a href="https://www.esotericdaily.com/2022/05/my-cancer-cure-program.html" target="_blank">it saved my life from cancer</a>. Today, I want to talk about the words we chant: Nam-myoho-renge-kyo, which is timely, because it is a lesson I will be sharing with friends at a study later this week -- we call stuff like that the Mystic Law. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">To chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo is to summon forth our own innate Buddhahood. It is the direct path to manifesting that highest state of life. Chanting these words put us on par with Buddhist priest who have spent their whole life in a monastery, instantly -- and without the revealing robe! <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Nam</b> comes from the Sanskrit word <i>namas</i>, meaning "bow" or "reverence." It means "dedication." In Nichiren Buddhism we dedicate our lives to the happiness of self and others. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Myoho</b> consists of <i>myo</i>, which means "mystic" or "wonderful," and <i>ho</i>, meaning law. Myoho is often translated as Wonderful or Mystic Law, the fundamental Law of the universe that works in wondrous ways. </span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVQXbv1Dv4uflm68H0sw8ccFY4tDYRunk6Ayvap7uQd7pN47TvUpPQL7dNqvIrQssW18BKMpURATjT92-hfWbBu9o-n6Mvw5Q6mj5aySI2bo7GLOXQ2_TZdI2CrjCuMMoYsxd1D46I7Qkp-oYAb6EzpPD6gQV996jhZmYHvSEN8k1h8OH6eqsHbHpR3s/s1000/lotus%20gif.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="1000" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVQXbv1Dv4uflm68H0sw8ccFY4tDYRunk6Ayvap7uQd7pN47TvUpPQL7dNqvIrQssW18BKMpURATjT92-hfWbBu9o-n6Mvw5Q6mj5aySI2bo7GLOXQ2_TZdI2CrjCuMMoYsxd1D46I7Qkp-oYAb6EzpPD6gQV996jhZmYHvSEN8k1h8OH6eqsHbHpR3s/s320/lotus%20gif.gif" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Renge</b>, literally "lotus flower," symbolizes the simultaneity of cause and effect in Buddhism because the lotus blooms and produces fruit simultaneously. In our Buddhist practice, chanting Nam-myoho-renge-kyo is the ultimate cause for bringing about the greatest effect of Buddhahood. So, the instant we chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo we transform our lives into the life state of a Buddha, because, as the Lotus Sutra states, we are all Buddhas, we just don't know it (paraphrased). </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Kyo</b> means "sutra" or "teaching." Nichiren Daishonin teaches that our legs correspond to Kyo, indicating that the benefit of the Law spreads when we take action for the happiness of others. Like I'm doing to you now 😇 -- I promise, you will never find another emoji in my blog ever.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">So there you have it friends, take it or leave it, but if you chant it once you will spark a spark in your life that ignites your Buddhahood. Yes, it is the secret priest knew about in ancient times but did not share until Nichiren Daishonin shared it with us, and well, almost lost his head for it. You see, the other Buddhist priest of the day were not please with him sharing their secret with us, but that is a story for another day. Stay tuned! </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPBRCDMCHiTAkHGxtCk47IjZSIMdJIH8NfeoODYzO-cqqC3jrL0zkVQNjjMOmhRlqKeN7_kSR9Wj-KyOUwzLxJ2g3YxqdgZGIJgUb42Ff6FOQ6ChwHYWXR6gL0ZJ1SJ3Wc89VbnGQKBdXjgLJfhAK6uiPIexhLY-WUManA2yOFUl_fkIMnnw-lRSXcuLg/s554/buddhaBallGif.gif" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="402" data-original-width="554" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPBRCDMCHiTAkHGxtCk47IjZSIMdJIH8NfeoODYzO-cqqC3jrL0zkVQNjjMOmhRlqKeN7_kSR9Wj-KyOUwzLxJ2g3YxqdgZGIJgUb42Ff6FOQ6ChwHYWXR6gL0ZJ1SJ3Wc89VbnGQKBdXjgLJfhAK6uiPIexhLY-WUManA2yOFUl_fkIMnnw-lRSXcuLg/s320/buddhaBallGif.gif" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"This is fun!"<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"> <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">~~ Eso Terry<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-60318198810426472282023-08-18T09:28:00.002-05:002023-08-23T11:42:04.211-05:00August 18: Hungry Ghost and a Signed Contract With The Devil. <p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Pl1zVh2PjBHtCGRbz5yXtuqQhglDUYONKapLplvb4ECdKSAi6CBGUFxe9gvFw13n54HamZjeMkrz1L82sCqNAKNiN53Enrt_vRHfrHdE9rPqnoIiTvcgVctSpk1Fco9spCEm0B5ybFpOfYa6T5eodJtEFdSXe-MK0UHZpV08oRT5tJ7dpA2kcezKyUQ/s2000/hungry-ghost-festival-2021-5_cover_2000x1172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1172" data-original-width="2000" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Pl1zVh2PjBHtCGRbz5yXtuqQhglDUYONKapLplvb4ECdKSAi6CBGUFxe9gvFw13n54HamZjeMkrz1L82sCqNAKNiN53Enrt_vRHfrHdE9rPqnoIiTvcgVctSpk1Fco9spCEm0B5ybFpOfYa6T5eodJtEFdSXe-MK0UHZpV08oRT5tJ7dpA2kcezKyUQ/s320/hungry-ghost-festival-2021-5_cover_2000x1172.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">On or around August 18th each year the Chinese celebrate <a href="https://www.chinahighlights.com/festivals/hungry-ghost-festival.htm" target="_blank">the Festival of the Hungry Ghost</a> with offerings for the dead. It is believed that during this time the gates of hell are opened to free the ghosts, who then wander the Earth seeking food. The offerings are made to pay them tribute, appease them, and ward off bad luck from the prior year. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Maybe this is why the gates of hell opened up to receive the likes of Genghis Khan on this day in 1227. According to legend, when his Mongol troops were approaching a town a pungent stench signaled the approach of death even before you could see the clouds of dust from the drumming hooves. When Genghis Khan conquered an enemy city he either annihilated the population entirely or sold it into slavery. In one of his victories he ordered the massacre of all those taller than the height of a cart axle. By the time of his death he had destroyed the Chin dynasty of China and his empire extended from Peking to the Caspian Sea. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Another Gates of Hell story on this day in 1644, is of a French priest named Urbain Grandier who was burned alive on this day for sorcery. According to a post in <i>Bad Days in History written by Michael Farquhar</i>, this was not a typical case of religious fanaticism run amok, no, this was an actual case of a man making a pack with the devil, and they had proof of this in a signed agreement with the devil himself.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">The story goes that the authorities had proof of the actual pact Father Grandier had signed with Lucifer and his fellow devils -- obtained after one demon, Asmodeus, was compelled by priestly powers to snatch it right out of Lucifer's private cabinet in hell. The signed and notarized document produced at the trial and now preserved at the Bibliothèque National de France, read:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>We, the influential Lucifer, seconded by Satan, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Elimi, and Astaroth, together with others, have today accepted the covenant pact of Urbain Grandier, who is ours. And him do we promise the love of women, the flower of virgins, the chastity of nuns, the respect of monarchs, honors, lusts and powers. He will go whoring three days long; intoxication will be dear to him. He offers us once in the year a seal of blood, under the feet he will trample the holy things of the church and he will ask us many questions; with this pact he will live twenty years happy on the earth of men, and will later join us to sin against God. </i> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3AYcDqqwP-JqjmyUBPIg7q0mOGl9YbZpLNfBBpLCs4GhRnwwlgdxohaTZ576vDKDWVv2janzkACOdjGn2hFf_cr4GfvOZ7cbYWFF390F5L-X4vcWiyjPGbM-9279-zMkGxHYINIS53mPJ2z4CKQdOJcO71Trrvhh-sln2cQ47TRlEaMmRN6XIbRhaY4/s651/UrbainPact2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="651" data-original-width="460" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3AYcDqqwP-JqjmyUBPIg7q0mOGl9YbZpLNfBBpLCs4GhRnwwlgdxohaTZ576vDKDWVv2janzkACOdjGn2hFf_cr4GfvOZ7cbYWFF390F5L-X4vcWiyjPGbM-9279-zMkGxHYINIS53mPJ2z4CKQdOJcO71Trrvhh-sln2cQ47TRlEaMmRN6XIbRhaY4/s320/UrbainPact2.jpg" width="226" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Okay, it's no surprise that the folks at <a href="https://www.college.columbia.edu/core/content/pact-allegedly-signed-between-urbain-grandier-and-devil-submitted-evidence-during-1634-loudu" target="_blank">Columbia College in New York offer a literature class</a> on this subject in which they believe the nuns were either tortured to give false testimony, or had an erotic vision of the Christ which probably happened a lot to sexually deprived people during the dark ages; the class also ask us to </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">distinguish between a genuine divine encounter and a demonic possession? </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">For, as Descartes asks, how can we be sure that our whole reality is not merely a vision simulated by a malicious demon?</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I'll add here on EsotericDaily.com, that <i>Monsieur Urbain Grandier</i> may have been having a little too much priestly fun with the nuns, but we all know Satan's contracts are never in writing, he's too smart for that one. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Finally, <span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">this historic event became the subject of a book by Aldous Huxley, The Devils of Loudon (1952), which in turn inspired Ken Russell’s film, The Devils
(1971). Here is a clip from that film, a fun watch for the Hungry Ghost out and about today. Oh, don't forget to leave them a few grains of white rice. That will keep them happy until next year. I'll let you know how it worked for me in tomorrow's post. <br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">~~ Eso Terry <br /></span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="476" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/J8Xgm1u_SF4" title="The Devils (Ken Russell, 1971)" width="635"></iframe></span> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-55371143131698918732023-08-17T07:12:00.007-05:002023-08-17T08:42:18.344-05:00Stormy Daniels On Trial, Esoterically Speaking.<p> <iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6gcXoe7GAXA" title="YouTube video player" width="738"></iframe></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">HOLD
on to your seats boys and girls, today we are talking about the
Esoteric Porn Star. That's right, she goes by Stormy Daniels. Truth
is, she has a fascinating story with her clothes on and has a <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1250205565/ref=as_li_qf_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=esoterry-20&creative=9325&linkCode=as2&creativeASIN=1250205565&linkId=bedb42161f8779e312c71cd06cfa3ea2" target="_blank">book</a>
I can't wait to read. Of course there is the President Donald Trump
experience which made her famous. Yes, the president Christians love so
much got himself some Stormy Daniels as she recounts in her book, also,
on the Jimmy <a href="https://youtu.be/5Ji8i7Wy4mo">Kimmel Show </a>if you want to watch it now. In her book she tells how Trump had her spank him with a magazine that he was on the cover of. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Ouch, that has to hurt, a little. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I
had a feeling Trump was one of those materialistic guys that likes to
be spanked by a Dominatrix. He is an open book when it comes to </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc"><b>masochism.</b></span></span>
I mean, have you seen some of the looks his wife Melania makes? No
doubt she's been in leather boots with a whip to get her way with the
man-child. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh754er5R-jYYiCjNBtrbjkEA6kZNSa9vLa_htjOx3ko8EM7AZrN-AX6XaM6iDm99l7Nt6fOrUwzf_neCe2FKe298icyYlEGV6oOCjFJ70YsTrHXt497o6KFdCWgRDm8DaNRVTukcO9Dfdf3bGMyPyLhK_QVguCw0xOcOLPZsyYyvxthcdzF4pHovjM=s299" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="299" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh754er5R-jYYiCjNBtrbjkEA6kZNSa9vLa_htjOx3ko8EM7AZrN-AX6XaM6iDm99l7Nt6fOrUwzf_neCe2FKe298icyYlEGV6oOCjFJ70YsTrHXt497o6KFdCWgRDm8DaNRVTukcO9Dfdf3bGMyPyLhK_QVguCw0xOcOLPZsyYyvxthcdzF4pHovjM" width="299" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtIziuIfJZHprH5tPYz8CbELHa_mgXItgBY0OXjIRM92QG_rNOnudF-m3hcUTrPjuJBg-5UqM6BeR4af4s7LdzTJZkuXlG4cbSK_4bJu3dNVFB-iiR0HDOoZiz58BTLUEkXK6CjI_QxQbbwt8W0ozjQDg-pUoSxW9Jom3FCtIib0UphExs3sQd_9zU=s261" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="193" data-original-width="261" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtIziuIfJZHprH5tPYz8CbELHa_mgXItgBY0OXjIRM92QG_rNOnudF-m3hcUTrPjuJBg-5UqM6BeR4af4s7LdzTJZkuXlG4cbSK_4bJu3dNVFB-iiR0HDOoZiz58BTLUEkXK6CjI_QxQbbwt8W0ozjQDg-pUoSxW9Jom3FCtIib0UphExs3sQd_9zU" width="261" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgn8U6B9WrRm0fAR7JyFFXbSLb9F2q4srY_JuSacxguT21gtDgYuFYQeTg9BWqXpkZ11CpxSbZSX_GB-5-cWzRFaa0BT6zoaSxIy3cC41_C4RGeHSezqZcDpvBUgGY1xqpHaZipVZqYvVxO2oCJji20jyPPj2UP0TC4vfvo5d5y84MikHfLb1ZXF4PZ=s284" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="177" data-original-width="284" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgn8U6B9WrRm0fAR7JyFFXbSLb9F2q4srY_JuSacxguT21gtDgYuFYQeTg9BWqXpkZ11CpxSbZSX_GB-5-cWzRFaa0BT6zoaSxIy3cC41_C4RGeHSezqZcDpvBUgGY1xqpHaZipVZqYvVxO2oCJji20jyPPj2UP0TC4vfvo5d5y84MikHfLb1ZXF4PZ" width="284" /></a></div> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">NOT to forget her nude shots as shown in GQ magazine before she married the Donald: <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifdJb6xfkSlUVCpXIftDaus-fof8pakmOTrjOyRfKr94lXNJOPAKhjWVd2o2Ne8DJzbCMXE3g1lgGvXhQn7HaHT3funLtUDCKDUY63lnuyVBVX2s6-KkZTn1_lYXioRKslu9pWHTNotcJr5UlBGg0Te498d3Nk0iQm9EB_ObALoEI4Cu54wgjuiDg-=s466" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="306" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifdJb6xfkSlUVCpXIftDaus-fof8pakmOTrjOyRfKr94lXNJOPAKhjWVd2o2Ne8DJzbCMXE3g1lgGvXhQn7HaHT3funLtUDCKDUY63lnuyVBVX2s6-KkZTn1_lYXioRKslu9pWHTNotcJr5UlBGg0Te498d3Nk0iQm9EB_ObALoEI4Cu54wgjuiDg-=s320" width="210" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgW-rV31H1lpI6xlkt59mZbYbMNVMb9bf875cfexNUvhLr5J7dhMzX53hipi8CgeD_mw3WcNbryef6AfhcCW9S775Hd2pzXLMAbAIo_-PLKPSPiBR43Tql2XWP1vfxP1rkjF65liqd69TaOO2PWZdbHw3qnJYLgzhZi8OWLY3I7tIsbKWXGK4yRhTCx=s476" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="476" data-original-width="356" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgW-rV31H1lpI6xlkt59mZbYbMNVMb9bf875cfexNUvhLr5J7dhMzX53hipi8CgeD_mw3WcNbryef6AfhcCW9S775Hd2pzXLMAbAIo_-PLKPSPiBR43Tql2XWP1vfxP1rkjF65liqd69TaOO2PWZdbHw3qnJYLgzhZi8OWLY3I7tIsbKWXGK4yRhTCx=s320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiokwuE-ynRe-ClUqOCSXmUdL9QNQVLFmmEWa5dJO427QvmXyXndrT7ud0mEYvjMI22dlrloGTLzxhhLq17iDVJM8N664AfISsKXsfOImY6g0OeYC3eEkwAgbcaa76LooIwXL6PUg2t_miZ-Fa16prCOKHZGMmjigzhefq1N3EKRMoEn1o62otUBaT7=s476" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="476" data-original-width="356" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiokwuE-ynRe-ClUqOCSXmUdL9QNQVLFmmEWa5dJO427QvmXyXndrT7ud0mEYvjMI22dlrloGTLzxhhLq17iDVJM8N664AfISsKXsfOImY6g0OeYC3eEkwAgbcaa76LooIwXL6PUg2t_miZ-Fa16prCOKHZGMmjigzhefq1N3EKRMoEn1o62otUBaT7=s320" width="239" /></a></div> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Yeah, Trump is a kink, and our first <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fifty_Shades_of_Grey_(film)" target="_blank">Fifty Shades of Gray</a> president. According to a paper published in the journal <a class="link rapid-noclick-resp" data-ylk="slk:Social Psychological and Personality Science" href="http://spp.sagepub.com/content/early/2015/09/07/1948550615604452" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">Social Psychological and Personality Science</a>, by Joris Lammers and Roland Imhoff, social power (having control over others’ outcomes) reduces <a class="link rapid-noclick-resp" data-ylk="slk:inhibition" href="http://psycnet.apa.org/journals/rev/110/2/265" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">inhibition</a>. In other words, powerful men with a screw loose are more aroused by fantasies involving being submissive, than not. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Getting back to Stormy Daniels, her real name is</span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> Stephanie Gregory Clifford, </b>and
she was raised in Louisiana. She wanted to be a journalist in high
school, but found stripping for money more rewarding. Recently, she was
placed under oath in a civil law suit she has with her ex attorney,
Michael Avenatti. He is an idiot, but he did get <i>Stephanie</i>, I mean, <i>Stormy</i> to open up about her Esoteric Side, and this is my topic of the day: the Esoteric Porn Star. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In his line of questioning, Michael Avenatti asked Stormy:</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"How do you speak to the dead?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"I don't know, it just happens," she said. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"How does it happen?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Cards, meditation." <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> "Do the dead speak back to you?" he continued. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Yes."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"According to you, you experienced unexplained and frightening experience in you New Orleans home?" </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Yes."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"You experienced poltergeist?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Yes."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"And shadow figures?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Yes."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"You claim that the experiences have caused you to have a mass in your head?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"An energy worker told me that."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"You had a scan?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Yes, a Reiki scan."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"I want to talk with you about Susan, who you claim is a haunted doll."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Correct."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"And she can walk?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"No, but I have seen her in a different spots, I don't know how."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"And she can talk, and she calls out?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Anyone who's seen the video knows this."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"You heard her call out mommy?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"We heard a voice and we assumed it was her."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"You charge people to read Tarot cards right?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Technically, oracle cards, but yes."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"You believe you're a medium right? "</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> "Correct."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Can you explain what a medium is?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"A medium is someone who communicates with spirits, non-living spirits, to be specific."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Wow,
what a line of questioning from an idiot who just lost his case
thinking anyone would find her answers weird. I mean, the esoteric is
everywhere in everything we do. Right, Susan?</span></p><br /><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" sandbox="allow-popups allow-scripts allow-modals allow-forms allow-same-origin" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&OneJS=1&Operation=GetAdHtml&MarketPlace=US&source=ss&ref=as_ss_li_til&ad_type=product_link&tracking_id=&language=en_US&marketplace=amazon&region=US&placement=1949738426&asins=1949738426&linkId=744ed38a23498fb64b6847844c4dfaa0&show_border=true&link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-75996259100992326932023-08-16T08:59:00.003-05:002023-08-16T08:59:39.868-05:00One of the Many UFO Sitings We've Forgotten, Again and Again....<p> </p><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Reverend William Huffman had been an evangelist for many years, but had
taken the resident minister reigns of the Red Star Baptist Church in
early 1941. Church records corroborate his employment there during the
period in question.<br />
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After receiving this call to duty, he was immediately driven the 10-15
mile journey to some woods outside of town. Upon arriving at the scene
of the crash, he saw policemen, fire department personnel, FBI agents,
and photographers already mulling through the wreckage.<br />
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He was soon asked to pray over three dead bodies. As he began to take in
the activity around the area, his curiosity was first struck by the
sight of the craft itself.<br />
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Expecting a small plane of some type, he was shocked to see that the
craft was disc-shaped, and upon looking inside he saw hieroglyphic-like
symbols, indecipherable to him.<br />
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He then was shown the three victims, not human as expected, but small
alien bodies with large eyes, hardly a mouth or ears, and hairless.<br />
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Immediately after performing his duties, he was sworn to secrecy by
military personnel who had taken charge of the crash area. He witnessed
these warnings being given to others at the scene also.<br />
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As he arrived back at his home at 1530 Main Street, he was still in a
state of mild shock, and could not keep his story from his wife Floy,
and his sons. This late night family discussion would spawn the story
that Charlette Mann would hear from her grandmother in 1984, as she lay
dying of cancer at<br />
<br />
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Charlette was told the story over the span of several days, and although
Charlette had heard bits and pieces of this story before, she now
demanded the full details.<br />
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As her grandmother tolerated her last few days on this Earth, Charlette
knew it was now or never to find out everything she could before this
intriguing story was lost with the death of her grandmother.<br />
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She also learned that one of the members of her grandfather's
congregation, thought to be Garland D. Fronabarger, had given him a
photograph taken on the night of the crash. This picture was of one of
the dead aliens being help up by two men.<br />
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Charlette Mann gave, in her own words, an account of what she knew for a
television documentary. Some of that account is given here:<br />
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"I saw the picture originally from my dad who had gotten it from my
grandfather who was a Baptist minister in Cape Girardeau Missouri in the
Spring of '41. I saw that [picture] and asked my grandmother at a later
time she was at my home fatally ill with cancer so we had a frank
discussion.<br />
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"She said that grandfather was called out in the spring of 1941 in the
evening around 9:00-9:30, that someone had been called out to a plane
crash outside of town and would he be willing to go to minister to
people there which he did."<br />
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"Upon arrival it was a very different situation. It was not a
conventional aircraft, as we know it. He described it as a saucer that
was metallic in color, no seams, did not look like anything he had seen.
It had been broken open in one portion, and so he could walk up and see
that.<br />
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"In looking in he saw a small metal chair, gauges and dials and things
he had never seen. However, what impressed him most was around the
inside there were inscriptions and writings, which he said he did not
recognize, but were similar to Egyptian hieroglyphics."<br />
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"There were 3 entities, or non-human people, lying on the ground. Two
were just outside the saucer, and a third one was further out. His
understanding was that perhaps that third one was not dead on impact.
There had been mention of a ball of fire, yet there was fire around the
crash site, but none of the entities had been burned and so father did
pray over them, giving them last rites.<br />
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"There were many people there, fire people, photographers, and so they
lifted up one, and two men on either side stood him up and they
stretched his arms out, they had him up under the armpits and out here. <br />
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As I recall from the picture I saw, he was about 4 feet tall, appeared
to have no bone structure, soft looking. He had a suit on, or we assume
it was a suit, it could have been his skin, and what looked like
crinkled, soft aluminum foil. I recall it had very long hands, very long
fingers, and I think there were three but I cannot swear to that."<br />
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"My grandfather upon arrival, said there were already several people
there on the scene, two that he assumed were local photographers, fire
people, and so not long after they arrived, military just showed up,
surrounded the area, took them off in groups separately, and spoke to
each of them.<br />
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"Grandfather didn't know what was said to the others, but he was told
'this didn't happen, you didn't see this, this is national security, it
is never to be talked about again.'<br />
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"My grandfather was an honorable man, being a preacher, that's all that
needed to be said to him. And so he came home and told the story to my
dad, who was there, and my grandmother and my uncle. Now my mother was
expecting at the time, so she was off in the bedroom."<br />
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"My sister was born May 3, 1941, so we are assuming this was the middle
to the last of April. And he never spoke of it again. But about two
weeks later, one of the men who had a personal camera that he had put in
his shirt pocket, approached grandfather and said I think someone needs
a copy of this.<br />
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"I have one and I would like you to keep one. So that's how it came
about that grandfather had the picture to begin with. But he never spoke
of it again. The other people seem to be very intimidated and very
frightened and paranoid."<br />
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Other living supporting witnesses include Charlette Mann's sister who
confirmed her story in a notarized sworn affidavit, and the living
brother of the Cape Girardeau County sheriff in 1941, Clarance R.
Schade. He does remember hearing the account of the crash, yet does not
have many details. He does recall hearing of a "spaceship with little
people."<br />
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There are also Fire Department records of the date of the crash. This
information does confirm the military swearing department members to
secrecy, and also the removal of all evidence from the scene by military
personnel.<br />
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Guy Huffman, Charlette's father also told the story of the crash, and
had in his possession the photograph of the dead alien. He showed the
picture to a photographer friend of his, Walter Wayne Fisk.<br />
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He has been contacted by Stanton Friedman, but would not release any pertinent information.<br />
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Charlette had no luck in getting Fish to return calls or answer letters.
It has been rumored that Fisk was an advisor to the President, and if
this was the case, would account for his silence on the facts of the
Missouri crash.<br />
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This case ends like many others, but appears by all indications to be
authentic. All who have come in contact with Charlette Mann found her to
be a trustworthy person who is not given to sensationalism, and has
sought no gain from her account.<br />
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There is still research being done on the Missouri crash, and hopefully
more information will be forthcoming to validate this remarkable case.<br />
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Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-21457155671087046852023-08-14T12:30:00.002-05:002023-08-15T06:19:20.233-05:00Surviving a Financial Crisis the Manly P Hall Way. <p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcpTQeun7nnqW0ihp4vS3xvno1TeFrO3kBUBd70MQ8zf6v9S8xZrzERFsVJ8fjASGPr-MYXhkiK0asQf0ctFwABfZ6ztD9pI0HHZaPq3OiMyjhF1groJ9cmZWPmdiaIRz7zHZRdqgtdtJSZscxRO7-iWsEfaJhY-SVVYsCFs4nhdYY0f8CWPI22hMr_Ks/s600/markets-slump.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="600" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcpTQeun7nnqW0ihp4vS3xvno1TeFrO3kBUBd70MQ8zf6v9S8xZrzERFsVJ8fjASGPr-MYXhkiK0asQf0ctFwABfZ6ztD9pI0HHZaPq3OiMyjhF1groJ9cmZWPmdiaIRz7zHZRdqgtdtJSZscxRO7-iWsEfaJhY-SVVYsCFs4nhdYY0f8CWPI22hMr_Ks/s320/markets-slump.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br />Economic downturns such as the <i><a href="https://www.barrons.com/articles/jpmorgan-bank-failures-economy-financial-system-risk-c5ba92ef" target="_blank">financial crunch</a></i> we are presently experiencing come and go, and each is driven by a force or forces debatable at best, predictable at worst. There were the "panics" of 1785, 1789, 1792, 1796, 1857, 1873, 1893, 1896, 1907, and 1910, to name a few, and then there were the "depressions" of 1807, 1815, 1873, 1882, 1920, and the biggie of the twentieth century, 1929. It is this "1929 Depression" that I want to talk about today, more specifically, how an article written in 1923 is so relevant today. The article was titled, "The Economic Depression," the author, Manly P Hall. In that article, Hall writes, "The present financial crisis is the favorite topic of conversation. Persons in every walk of life gather in solemn conclave to explain and predict...."</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Hall goes on to references the complaints of the people of 1923 who were saying such things as, "...it's the corrupt condition of the political system..., ...machinery is not only jeopardizing jobs, but in many cases has practically destroyed the economic integrity of the individual..., Women in the workforce has doubled the number of those desiring employment...."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">As I write this article today, I see the complaints are the still the same, of course, the "political system" to blame in 1923 is the same political system we blame today, the names have changed but the players remain; and then the "machines are taking jobs" in 1923 can be compared to today's AI, or Artificial Intelligence problem on the lips of every news outlet as "taking intellectual jobs from checkout cashiers to television script writers." And of course, the "woman taking our jobs" argument in 1923, is the same as the "immigrants taking our jobs" today. And as Manly P Hall wrote in 1923, "This list of causes could be continued indefinitely, but the above is sufficient to reveal the general scope of the grievances. When it comes to the subject of cure, the dilemma is apparent. The disease is so widely distributed and the whole body social so completely infected that a panacea is almost inconceivable. That which would cure one phase of the trouble would complicate another. A vicious circle exists. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBdmOccPaw1Ce1gcOzq4Y_qM3G60HG64Ue_Q14hqgtqDQMQLvWdIJF56n3vq1av2e0qdpeQniDAT5IqHfX6ybYc549dIww0NSg4K9MNzTLdI_A6cT3Tdire7iynWD0_BaTw3M_w3t5ufZu6z-flfdn2AixJdFSBvWOG6CSkRpuMbepM75YeQeqctDSr_U/s900/ManlyPHallPic.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBdmOccPaw1Ce1gcOzq4Y_qM3G60HG64Ue_Q14hqgtqDQMQLvWdIJF56n3vq1av2e0qdpeQniDAT5IqHfX6ybYc549dIww0NSg4K9MNzTLdI_A6cT3Tdire7iynWD0_BaTw3M_w3t5ufZu6z-flfdn2AixJdFSBvWOG6CSkRpuMbepM75YeQeqctDSr_U/s320/ManlyPHallPic.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Manly P Hall<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"> Buddha declared ignorance to be the common disease of mankind, but it would seem that we should go still further and declare selfishness to be the most dangerous and most universal form of ignorance. The world in general and America in particular is suffering from the fact that very few people can forget themselves long enough to think of anybody else at all."</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Hall goes on to say, "We all exist in servitude to uncontrolled emotions and excesses. The only release from the present circumstances comes in release from possessions, from attachment and those factors which are the fundamental elements of the dilemma. A philosopher was once asked what wise men did when they could no longer eat. His answer was: 'They Starve.' The disasters which are occurring around us today are really not as important as they seem. It is a terrible thing to have all that we have and love swept away, yet we seldom realize that it occurs to all us at death, regardless of how successful our living seems to have been. There is no beggar on the street who has less than the greatest financier after death has separated us from possessions. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">A wise person once said that the quickest way to get a thing is to stop wanting it. To fortify oneself for trying periods, the realization of true values is essential. If each individual will live as well as he/she knows, and will perform conscientiously that which is her's appointed task and divorce from heart and mind all thoughts of profits and reward, she may gain in poverty and distress a peace which she never discovered in success and power. To paraphrase a famous <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teutons" target="_blank">Teuton</a>: 'If we must stave, let us starve philosophically.'"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Finally, Hall writes: "A path will probably be found which will carry us temporarily through this crisis. Realizing that this trying condition will arise again, the wise, however, will equip themselves and leave to their heirs a legacy of knowledge that will enable them to meet such future recurrences in a more rational manner. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Manly P Hall wrote this article in 1923, since this time there have been 17 <i>recessions</i>, that is one recession every seven years. Be wise, consume less, and give more. It's the Manly P Hall way. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">~~ Eso Terry <br /></span></p><br /> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452384597213550583.post-6186046747555304992023-08-10T18:57:00.004-05:002023-08-24T08:58:22.556-05:00Your, 'inconspicuous' benefit on August 10th. As Seen on TV.<p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieBWC57rIPkS8Pen_iYy95YQ0lY17bdWc5vnaC-LIO20NtIqm2Nf5pPWz9ajN27ef_wYvjtGdHQtEQWWa3T-uztpNVnnO483MbdAcAzT-KO6ELuMt0fGI88_uim11xGVsHXwJ3ZJfGd2tF68P_4Qsp5neQm7Fp-7BObYg333-N9AO4Pi-tTa1fVWO_EfU/s600/nichiren_img01.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="460" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieBWC57rIPkS8Pen_iYy95YQ0lY17bdWc5vnaC-LIO20NtIqm2Nf5pPWz9ajN27ef_wYvjtGdHQtEQWWa3T-uztpNVnnO483MbdAcAzT-KO6ELuMt0fGI88_uim11xGVsHXwJ3ZJfGd2tF68P_4Qsp5neQm7Fp-7BObYg333-N9AO4Pi-tTa1fVWO_EfU/s320/nichiren_img01.jpg" width="245" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">This is a post about faith, you can go if you want, but I hope you will stay, for there may be an "inconspicuous" benefit here for you. As many of you know, I am a follower of the 13th Century Japanese priest known today as <a href="https://www.esotericdaily.com/2019/11/the-essence-of-nichiren-buddhism-in-300.html" target="_blank">Nichiren Daishonin</a>. I chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo (Daimoku) twice a day to the heavenly deities which are written on our object of devotion which is not a statue of a Buddha, (<i>*please watch video at the end for an explanation</i> of why we don't have a Buddha statue on our altar), our object of devotion is the Gohonzon, which was written in </span><span style="font-size: large;">both kanji and Sanskrit</span><span style="font-size: large;"> characters, and includes, to name a few, the gods of the Sun (Nitten) and Moon (Gatten) who represent the infinite, unlimited and eternal realm in the sky without distinction of daytime and nighttime. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Other heavenly deities written in <i>sumi</i> ink by the Daishonin on our Gohonzon are the Wheel-turning Kings (Tenrinjōō) and Dragon Kings (Dai-ryū-ō), who represent the infinite, unlimited and eternal world on the land and in the ocean.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Then there is Devadatta, the original Buddha's (<a href="https://www.nichirenlibrary.org/en/dic/Content/S/110" target="_blank">Shakyamuni</a>'s) cousin who was jealous of him and even tried to have him killed, but the original Buddha was "inconspiciously" protected, and Devadatta, was saved by the Lotus Sutra, as we all are when we chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo, just once. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">There are other deities who represent the infinite, unlimited and eternal world of the spiritual realm, and all express the Law of the universe, which we call the Mystic Law. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">For a complete (and difficult to read) breakdown of the deities on the Gohonzon, read "<a href="https://pounceatron.dreamhosters.com/nichirenscoffeehouse.net/ShuteiMandala/devas.html" target="_blank">Who's Who on the Gohonzon?"</a> written by Rev. Ryuei Michael McCormick. He offers a complete list, but in a nutshell, as described by the friendly people at <a href="http://Buddhability.com">Buddhability.com</a>, "On the Gohonzon, Nichiren uses Chinese and Sanskrit characters to depict the Lotus Sutra’s <a href="https://www.nichirenlibrary.org/en/dic/Content/C/11">Ceremony in the Air</a>. Down the center are the Chinese characters for Nam-myoho-renge-kyo, representing the <a href="https://www.nichirenlibrary.org/en/dic/Content/T/227">treasure tower</a>, the ceremony’s centerpiece, which symbolizes the world of Buddhahood."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnoB0Em1OCdbzlIH-0h5RwPcJkiL0pVF6BXlur1ayaAsB2CQ3hjevLwy0a7vcsndKXDiO04DtOaRrY40Ae8TYWFGF09ecv5iAoS85F2BAEWIEsRBlypc0Ei443OWZG1z9Igi9Vc6QgV0V8DWQWVF6DO5GrU8mSiJJ-GXIhgLcHytyVnluk8belLx2jtf8/s1280/NichirenDrawsGif.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnoB0Em1OCdbzlIH-0h5RwPcJkiL0pVF6BXlur1ayaAsB2CQ3hjevLwy0a7vcsndKXDiO04DtOaRrY40Ae8TYWFGF09ecv5iAoS85F2BAEWIEsRBlypc0Ei443OWZG1z9Igi9Vc6QgV0V8DWQWVF6DO5GrU8mSiJJ-GXIhgLcHytyVnluk8belLx2jtf8/s320/NichirenDrawsGif.gif" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">The Gohonzon expresses the reality that all people, without
exception, can reveal their inherent Buddhahood by chanting
Nam-myoho-renge-kyo</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">So why am I writing this on a hot August 10th day here in Dallas Texas? Because, in staying true to Esoteric Daily, on this day in 1276, Nichiren writes a letter to a lay priest in which he clarifies the relationship between prayer and its resulting benefit. "'Conspicuous prayer' means prayer offered with a clear objective or purpose. 'Inconspicuous prayer' means prayer offered without a pressing need... but will become evident over the course of time, such as the gradual purification of one's life.'"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And I am here to tell you folks, after 59 years of a spiritual journey that took me from Christianity, to Hippy Buddhism, and subsequently, Paganism, my journey has finally landed here, and so I want to share this practice with you. It is The Secret on steroids, the Alchemist solution to the heavenly body, and the Shift in Vibrations as seen on Gaia TV. Save time, chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo and elevated your life in a spiritual awaking you will thank me for later. Your, 'inconspicuous' benefit for this August 10th. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Enjoy the following video explaining why you won't see a golden Buddha on my altar. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">~~ Eso Terry <br /></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="408" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/A3M0kviVaYY" title="A Buddhist Without a Buddha Statue is a Bodhisattva" width="726"></iframe></span> Bodhisattva 2nd Classhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305533561195921077noreply@blogger.com