A bird can be a messenger. |
Images @ Eminpee Fotography
One of the Franklin Horses
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Job Butler |
Killawarra Kookaburra |
Urunga Ibis |
Pelicans on Poles at Urunga |
The Miracle of Lightening in Urunga |
I am grateful for being a mother and this is my youngest child |
Heavy Cloud hanging close making things very dark. |
There is no life without water on all levels. |
The Christmas beetle was on Jesse's Christmas decoration |
The Un-Seeable Universe |
Images @ Ingrid JansenPaqos are givers of energy. The priests of the Q’ero are called Paqos.
Some are traditional healers using plant medicines, others work totally with energy to heal and to help others become whole.
All paqos are masters of making very special offerings to the Pachamama, the Sea (Mamacocha) and to the Apus, the sacred mountain beings called Despachos.
Petrarch's Bio
Petrarch was born in the Tuscan city of Arezzo in 1304. He was the son of Ser Petracco and his wife Eletta Canigiani. His given name was Francesco Petracco. The name was Latinized to Petrarca. Petrarch's younger brother was born in Incisa in Val d'Arno in 1307. Dante was a friend of his father.Petrarch spent his early childhood in the village of Incisa, near Florence. He spent much of his early life at Avignon and nearby Carpentras, where his family moved to follow Pope Clement V who moved there in 1309 to begin the Avignon Papacy.
He studied law at the University of Montpellier (1316–20) and Bologna (1320–23) with a lifelong friend and schoolmate called Guido Sette. Because his father was in the profession of law he insisted that Petrarch and his brother study law also.
Petrarch however was primarily interested in writing and Latin literature and considered these seven years wasted. Additionally he proclaimed that through legal manipulation his guardians robbed him of his small property inheritance in Florence, which only reinforced his dislike for the legal system. Wikipedia
He protested:
"I couldn't face making a merchandise of my mind", as he viewed the legal system as the art of selling justice
I write often of greed being an addiction. It is one of the addictions that people refuse to look at usually. It is socially acceptable, it makes you look good, new everything always does. It is disguised as success.
Now its crunch time because everyone has to look at their spending habits. The trouble is coming down fast around the world. The trouble in politics has made everything we have ever known uncertain and there are people rising up all over the planet - they are all saying the same thing in different languages, they are all saying "Enough is Enough". The People get the government they deserve is a saying I have heard and I would say this is true because the blind who crave money voted with $$$ signs in their eyes.
Plutarch obviously saw the same things in his time, so it would be safe to say "Nothing has changed".
Plutarch, was a Greek philosopher, historian, biographer, and essayist, known primarily for his Parallel Lives and Moralia. He is considered today to be a Middle Platonist. Wikipedia.
Born in 45 AD at Chaeronea, Greece and died in 120 AD at Delphi, Greece. Plutarch received his education mainly at the Platonic Academy (66AD - 67AD). Plutarch had three children, Timoxena Jr, Plutarch II and Autobulus.
Plutarch was the author of many other books including On Sparta, The Fall of the Roman Republic, Roman Lives.
Image by Dragonfly |
English translation by Edwin Zeydel, 1955
That old sorcerer has vanished
And for once has gone away!
Spirits called by him, now banished,
My commands shall soon obey.
Every step and saying
That he used, I know,
And with sprites obeying
My arts I will show.
Flow, flow onward
Stretches many
Spare not any
Water rushing,
Ever streaming fully downward
Toward the pool in current gushing.
Come, old broomstick, you are needed,
Take these rags and wrap them round you!
Long my orders you have heeded,
By my wishes now I've bound you.
Have two legs and stand,
And a head for you.
Run, and in your hand
Hold a bucket too.
Flow, flow onward
Stretches many,
Spare not any
Water rushing,
Ever streaming fully downward
Toward the pool in current gushing.
See him, toward the shore he's racing
There, he's at the stream already,
Back like lightning he is chasing,
Pouring water fast and steady.
Once again he hastens!
How the water spills,
How the water basins
Brimming full he fills!
Stop now, hear me!
Ample measure
Of your treasure
We have gotten!
Ah, I see it, dear me, dear me.
Master's word I have forgotten!
Ah, the word with which the master
Makes the broom a broom once more!
Ah, he runs and fetches faster!
Be a broomstick as before!
Ever new the torrents
That by him are fed,
Ah, a hundred currents
Pour upon my head!
No, no longer
Can I please him,
I will seize him!
That is spiteful!
My misgivings grow the stronger.
What a mien, his eyes how frightful!
Brood of hell, you're not a mortal!
Shall the entire house go under?
Over threshold over portal
Streams of water rush and thunder.
Broom accurst and mean,
Who will have his will,
Stick that you have been,
Once again stand still!
Can I never, Broom, appease you?
I will seize you,
Hold and whack you,
And your ancient wood
I'll sever,
With a whetted axe I'll crack you.
He returns, more water dragging!
Now I'll throw myself upon you!
Soon, 0 goblin, you'll be sagging.
Crash! The sharp axe has undone you.
What a good blow, truly!
There, he's split, I see.
Hope now rises newly,
And my breathing's free.
Woe betide me!
Both halves scurry
In a hurry,
Rise like towers
There beside me.
Help me, help, eternal powers!
Off they run, till wet and wetter
Hall and steps immersed are lying.
What a flood that naught can fetter!
Lord and master, hear me crying! -
Ah, he comes excited.
Sir, my need is sore.
Spirits that I've cited
My commands ignore.
"To the lonely
Corner, broom!
Hear your doom.
As a spirit
When he wills, your master only
Calls you, then 'tis time to hear it."
Taken in the Manning Valley NSW |
Images @ Eminpee FotographyI feel that education has been milked of the true essence of what studying the classics was all about. People were educated in these subjects and in dance and music to gain an understanding of how it all fits together. It was meant to give ourselves a personal and unique perspective on our part. This was supposed to thrust us into a virtuous life and to be a good "Earthling" and interact with the planet accordingly.
These subjects were held in high esteem and the rich were the main beneficiaries. Knowledge on a much simpler level to be passed on through the centuries was once the task of only the family and extended family and kin. There were always those who dreamed of places far away and of cultures unlike their own in an interesting inquisitive way. That part never changes in some, the desire to meet their other brothers and sisters because to them this is what they are. Learning about our environment so as to have a light footprint and do no harm. This essence has completely disappeared.
Education today is about churning out farmed people. The schools are set up somewhat like battery hen coops. The entire system is on force feed. The feed is a mixture of antibiotics and *G.M.O grain (poison and something disguised as food). Children are fodder! They are schooled in the manner in which the large corporations desire them to think. In terms of the Corporate outlook and to always benefit the profit margins. These children grow into young people who are then very easily and successfully manipulated to do the bidding of the large heartless corporations. These are the same corporations that are raping the earth for all of what she has with no thought to the future of the water or the people. There is nothing in this part that has wisdom attached to it which is insight ..which is what you are supposed to gain - from education.
This is why I am suspect of education.
*Genetically Modified Organism
I chose to make the journey regardless of what others thought and I was well pleased with the decision. |
This is known as the act of polarizing oneself to a point and not allowing circumstances or situations sway you from that point. In the Kybalion this refers to what is the "Laws of Correspondence" and the "Laws of Rhythm".
"Inner Peace" - Peace on the inside of ourselves begins at the moment you choose not to allow another person (mask) which equates to a false or fake person or a particular event that occurs in our life control our emotional outcomes.