Here and Now...What's Happening?

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Posted by Sam Hunter (here)
Should they add this photo to "the ink dot tests?"

lollll what are my hang ups from my description? i bet you can easily guess...... not thinking of ink dot test but of blot test (wonder is they aren't the same with different wordings, mine is about those ink splashes to analyse you mental state)

Once a friend of mine well, not really, more of a student co renter, was shown the blot test by a shring. In one of the pic, she said she saw a flat cat which had fallen from a high rise. The psychologist told her that if he did not knew her, he would classify her as a psychopath lolllllll. Years later, I did wonder if the test was not in fact spot on when it came to classify her. lollllllllll

[TargeT]

Carmody knows.....

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=au4hbUm4mMo

[Billy]

Posted by RunningDeer (here)

Posted by meeradas (here)
Have a look (and enlighten me, if you can):
PS: Hi, Bots! FU!

Hi meeradas.

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What an interesting shot Meeradras. It appears something either punched through the cloud or has just arrived out of a portal. The angles of the structure are not natural plus the horizontal wave disturbance around the structure do not look natural and are going against the natural grain of the cloud formation.

Good catch.

[Orph]

What I see in the picture looks like the ghost of someone flying a hang-glider.
(cent, cent).

[RunningDeer]

Hunters Find Bear Stuck in Barrel

If you’re like me, I had to fast forward to the happy ending. Almost there @ 4:43.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=H66_Wz49Yuk

[amandapoet]

Hello fellow villagers-- I just wanted to stop in to say I'm actually back to the Here and Now-- now. I've been wandering out There long enough. I obviously have a lot of catching up to do, but it feels amazing to be back. It's like that relief you get after wearing uncomfortable dress shoes all day and that blissful moment you get to take them off...

[PurpleLama]

All the prodigal villagers are returning....

Perhaps the thread is coming full circle to be the bustling place it used to be.

Happy Ishtar, everybody! Fertility rites all around!

[Foxie Loxie]

Your "Happy Ishtar", PurpleLama, makes me think of how intriguing it is that so many pagan holidays were melded into the Religious Box given to us by the Roman Gov't!!

[PurpleLama]

Philip K Dick theorized that time as we know it is a fake, and we (spiritually minded folks) are really the early Christians trapped in something he called the Black Iron Prison, so maybe we are still under the Roman government. Tie that in with the New Chronology movement, and it makes for quite the conundrum.

[Carmody]

Posted by TargeT (here)
Carmody knows.....

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=au4hbUm4mMo

Low frequency AC as the applied signal can do almost the same, without the magnet.

the signal is always in a constant state of change and thus the differential required to be worked off of..is inherent in the constancy of change. The AC has to be below ~400hz, by a few octaves, in order to be as effective as possible.

With DC, the differential of the magnet vs the DC signal...is required.

[Carmody]

On the astrology front: Asteroid near earth, fairly large (650 meters), on April 19/2017.

Expect trouble of some sort.

[Hym]

Ishtar, Easter. There wasn't a palm sunday because palms weren't available in the city in the spring, only in the autumn in Jerusalem. It's all good tho, as we get the Christ Hearted reality, and in sincerity don't waste time limiting our celebrations to once a year.

I live in a city well known for a "pilgrimage walk" during the Easter Week, but it is all really about a genocide that was covered up a long time ago. The killers...oops...conquerors drove out all of the natives, killing some, converting the few left, cut their hair and "christianized" them. They changed the name of the tribe's sacred space to "little pebbles" from the native name of Beautiful Meadow. That is surely a step down in meaning. Then to top it all off they put a church in that sacred space and invented the holy healing dirt myth that so many walk long, agonized miles to reach. Wonder what Jesus would have to say about that fun turn of events.

Myths are usually a manipulation of some true energetic and loving reality, that is turned into a collective blindness, a communal, emotionally based hypnosis supported by the entrainments of socially correct silence. Hollow hearts and empty minds. Though more and more people stay away from the mythos of a yearly ritual based on a lie (i.e.fewer and fewer walk each year) I know that those who now don't participate still hold some personal strength in having put themselves thru the endurance of it all in the past, even as they are now irretrievably separate from the dense corruptibilities of the church. They walked the long walk, sometimes carrying a cross or another personal memento of the meaning of love in their life, as a prayer for someone they love or loved and that experience cannot be knocked, only admired, even if done in the depth of some cultural ignorance.

My experience of walking a beautiful mile and a half circular, coiled labyrinth, alone in the spring was a reminder to me of the need to be neutral enough to see the humanity in what seems to be a ridiculous ritual.

As is my habit in the endurance exercises I have done all of my life, I like to make them more challenging. In this case I added two of my ten lb. ankle weights to my wrists and held my arms straight out to the sides, parallel to the ground, in order to make the walk more alive. It didn't take long to feel the weight making me adjust my spine, relax as much of my body as I could, focus on my breath, inhaling longer, allowing the pain, turning the pain into just another feeling and then.....reaching that point where there is no pain at all.

I began to laugh, imagining myself on a cross, feeling the lightness of my arms, and I continued...
I knew I was healing myself of my early years in that church and all of it's darkness they held, but a heartless darkness that I fought from very early on. This sacred walk was one I have been doing for eons, once a lifetime, reminders in the stillness of being.

Continuing on, I was sensing the fleeting nature of a meaningless ritual that so many value. I kept going on that sacred land, wondering what land isn't sacred on this little planet. I didn't need to walk anymore as the pain was gone and it was all easy. The last time there I was walking behind my best friend's wife as she spread his ashes to the winds and the grasses and dirt, while I whispered a prayer I had mastered..

This particular land was once under the care and sacredness of the Maya, yes even up that far north from the Mexican border. I even found remnants of an altar there, a place of ignorant yet energetic ritual, and told no one in the once large group of it's existence, as I know they weren't worthy of knowing the connection. I never told them of my findings because of their corrupt activities and their highly polished egos, you know...when the sun only shines on them..., blinding us mere immortals. I even buried a very large, 165 lb., saint of a dog there next to the sacred place of prayer, a space I dug up and was remodeling, much against their rules, which is always a good thing to do. The truth is that our dog was more of a human and a saint than their religion, bereft of any spirituality, happened to be, these hundreds of years past it's prime.

I remember the efforts of sacrifice that make up the power of love and understand it's need to awaken on a daily basis, certainly enough to enjoy the living, the smells of spring and all that is happening now.

[Foxie Loxie]

Thank you for what you have beautifully expressed here, Hym! It really IS sad how much of religion only keeps people busy so they need not have to think about things that REALLY matter! Trying to figure out how my religion ruined my entire life is what landed me on Avalon. This is such a special place to be!

[Hym]

May I suggest, Dear sister Loxie, the natural curative for religious ills and one of my favorites, "The Life of Brian", quite a seminal hit.

"The Holy Grail" also has a fantastic, yet quite (sid-ly) vicious, flying rabbit that may give you some relief as well.

If that doesn't work I suggest, only if you are from the religious branch of the tasteless wafer type, that you ingest the holiest of treats, the multi-colored, communal candies called Necco Wafers. (You may have to research that if it doesn't bring up any childhood memories)

If you can find any copy of Mad Libs and fill in the blank spaces with your most outrageous sillynesses, you'll be on your way to some balance.

All the best.

[Carmody]

Posted by Carmody (here)
On the astrology front: Asteroid near earth, fairly large (650 meters), on April 19/2017.

Expect trouble of some sort.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2014_JO25

The moon is also 'square' on the 19th of April.

Harsh, unexpected, sideways, dissonant, grinding, etc. ie, '90 degrees to', and so on.

It can also be good, like releasing tectonic plate pressures, but most will find things to have done a side slip in some manner or another. This does not mean that 'bad' has it's day...... as 'bad' can and will also suffer problems of the same nature. Ie, that 'evil' might try a slippery move but find that things have gone sideways on them. The 'whoops' or the grind, will be universal.

This could be a notable event or a non event. We shall see.

I mention it ... we've found that things happen on or very near this date. Eg, April 20th, is Hitler's birthday.

I'll take the non-event - if I can get it. But the warning is issued, just in case.

[Foxie Loxie]

Ah....Necco Wafers....hadn't thought of them in years! Too funny, Hym!! The amount of research that is available here on Avalon is amazing; one can find answers to so many different questions & broaden one's perspective immensely!

[eaglespirit]

Posted by PurpleLama (here)
All the prodigal villagers are returning....

Perhaps the thread is coming full circle to be the bustling place it used to be.

Happy Ishtar, everybody! Fertility rites all around!

May BE : ) I'll be posting some of my 'now current' pics of my building activity for Family and Friends, like old times at the Village, ...as I am moving around like almost new.thank you!

The ol' me and the new me are BEcoming ONE me : )

In the meantime...awareness and coming of this new passenger jet and those like it are going to break "everything" wide open(not just multiple sound speeds)...
disclosure turns turbo...too much info will be hitting the streets all at once now...we are in an 'all at once' time of realization and activation, imho!

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=ouxFK7SlPXk

[amandapoet]

So I've turned an unintentional fast from Facebook into an intentional one. Wow, I didn't realize how much of my time and thoughts were preoccupied with it. This idea of branding oneself just isn't agreeing with me. But this newfound time to enjoy a nap and read up in thoughts here feels like much better time spent.

[Mike]

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=gifEn61dZBc

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[RunningDeer]

Posted by Mike (here)

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=gifEn61dZBc

Oh goodie, a chance to recycle Mike’s avatar.

Henry Charles Bukowski (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski; August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994) was a German-born American poet, novelist, and short story writer.

His writing was influenced by the social, cultural, and economic ambience of his home city of Los Angeles.[4] His work addresses the ordinary lives of poor Americans, the act of writing, alcohol, relationships with women, and the drudgery of work. Bukowski wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories and six novels, eventually publishing over 60 books. The FBI kept a file on him as a result of his column, Notes of a Dirty Old Man, in the LA underground newspaper Open City.[5][6]

In 1986 Time called Bukowski a "laureate of American lowlife".[7] Regarding Bukowski's enduring popular appeal, Adam Kirsch of The New Yorker wrote, "the secret of Bukowski's appeal. . . [is that] he combines the confessional poet's promise of intimacy with the larger-than-life aplomb of a pulp-fiction hero."[8]

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