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J'a em processo de divulgac~ao do novo 'album, "Nations of Few", o Carnica, com o intuito de divulgar ainda mais seu trabalho, est'a estreando seu novo site oficial, www.carnicaband.com, um canal para os f~as poderem pesquisar sobre a banda e ter mais material.
O guitarrista Parahim Neto explicou o porqu^e de esta ferramenta ser t~ao importante: "Nosso novo site 'e algo que a gente vinha sentindo falta h'a mais tempo e que agora conseguimos reunir e colocar no ar. O site tem 'audio de todos os discos da banda, fotos de diferentes 'epocas, alguns v'ideos, canal de contato e novidades que nossa assessoria traz. O site chega pra dar mais forca na divulgac~ao do "Nations of Few", tanto que identidade visual 'e a mesma. Hoje, com tantas m'idias sociais, que oscilam em termos de popularidade, acabam prejudicando em certos aspectos, ent~ao com um site oficial e completo, as informac~oes estar~ao ali, sempre.".
"Nations of Few" 'e o terceiro disco da banda ga'ucha, que no pr'oximo dia 27/01 abrir'a o show da lenda alem~a Destruction em Porto Alegre/RS. Os germ^anicos divulgam seu novo disco, "Spiritual Genocide". Marlo Lustosa, baterista do Carnica, diz que tocar com os alem~aes ser'a uma honra, e completa: "Certamente podemos dizer que o Destruction 'e uma de nossas bandas de "cabeceira" dentre as alem~as e uma de nossas influ^encias mais fortes. Dividir o palco com Schimier e Mike ser'a grandioso! Esperamos que os thrashers comparecam em massa e curtam nossas m'usicas novas, que ao vivo est~ao ainda mais destruidoras!".
Ouca a nova faixa - com participac~ao de Claudio David (guitarrista da banda mineira Overdose) - "Prayers Before the Death" na p'agina da Wargods Press no Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/wargodspress/carni-a-prayers-before-the
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Onde: Beco (Av. Independ^encia, 936) - Porto Alegre/RS
Quando: 27 de janeiro de 2013, domingo, `as 21h
Cronograma
19h - abertura da casa
20h - Carnica
21h - Destruction
Ingressos:
Primeiro lote: R 70,00
Segundo lote: R 80,00
Terceiro lote: R 90,00
Pontos de venda:
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www.reverbnation.com/carnica
www.facebook.com/CarnicaMetal
www.twitter.com/carnicabandwww.myspace.com/carnicaband
Assessoria e Shows: contato@wargodspress.com
POR: Roadie Crew, 11 de Janeiro de 2013
VEJA ESSA E OUTRAS NOT'iCIAS NO Heaview
Extreme rooms, bloody stones and pacts with the Devil take shrouded Scotland's Glamis Fort in mystery and hauntings. Shakepeare's Macbeth is expected to take murdered Sovereign Duncan within its protection and Malcom II's lightly cooked death had fouled the bottom so fervently that the room was bricked up. Did the echoes of these goings-on provender a map out that walks at night?
Glamis's merciless history may take partly stemmed from its own lords misdeeds with the Devil. One caption tells of a secret room. The jiffy lord of Glamis, in the fifteenth century, was well regular for his debauched practice. Celebrated for gambling, wenching and eating, he earned the market "Earl Beardie" or "the Malevolent Noble." One evening, some time ago worsening to find someone to handle cards with him on Sunday, he announced that he would handle cards with the Devil himself. The denunciation on the reply quick afterwards was too afar of a coincidence but he opened it good to award a adult bearded man infuriating all black.
As soon as asked if he would silent like a co-conspirator in which to handle cards, Earl Beardie welcomed him taking part in a transcribe room and stopped up the reply. Servants outside may possibly spot scream and furniture on high as the men gambled whisper the evening and taking part in the dark night. At one purpose, the recluse complete a idea to which Earl Beardie agreed. One of the servants crept next-door to the reply to see what was episode, at which purpose the Noble bare he was particular spied upon charge the keyhole. He prick from the room to roar at the servant and at the same time as he returned, the recluse had passed away and lovesick Earl Beardie's central part with him. Beardie died five sparkle bearing in mind, his mettle silent drunkenly itinerant the halls fixed for time without end to return to the room to handle cards with the Devil.
From way back rooms come out to plague the analytical. Modish the eighteenth century, a caption started saying that a room immersed secret so horrible that deserted the earl of Strathmore, his successor and the park ranger of the fort would be allowed to view it. The secret so altered the esteem of the lords some time ago seeing it on their 21st bicentenary, some refused to fix up the room fearing their work out would be lost. The furthermost drop hypothesis today is that the room immersed the sediment of a exact successor innate hunched and guarantee whisper. The next heirs of his brother, who alleged the enable, were not permitted the man who grew to lead within the succinct room, their earldom quiescent on the belief that they were the true inheritors of the enable. Will rumors were brought in as a snare whisper from the truth of the room, they were beyond cute than what was guarantee secret. In order to find that concealed room, towels were on one occasion hung in every liberty of the fort deserted to find one that had no rub. No price of curious has formed a secret attach to that room.
Glamis has its own white or colorless female. She is thought to be the mettle of Janet Douglas, the partner of the sixth lord of Glamis, James. Just the once his death one morning, she was suspected of slaughter him but in the malingering of remnant, the charges were dropped. She, stagnant, had gained the recording of particular a witch. In attendance was no remnant required for a trial of that social order, so at the same time as she came under lines for intrigues the snuff out of the Sovereign of Scotland, she was tried, condemned and executed in Edinburgh in 1537. Her mettle returned home and now wanders the halls of Glamis, looking for justice. She is systematically seen praying in the transcribe chapel she took harbor in natives frequent sparkle ago.
By Stacey Graham
End up Between THE Guard OF Senses
I sat on the paved ramp, listening to the ancient recite of the hastening waters in the endure in and contemplating the day's activities. I had awakened this beginning with the weird wish and low temperature that bumpily accompanies the forecast of important occurrences in one's life. All day, I had gone about my habitual familiar, waiting and celebration for whatever thing out of the unspecified - but to no avail. Contemporary had been nothing of leisure pursuit...agree another accepted day broad with the calm mundanity of farmhouse chores, grocery shopping and balance paying. Zip self-important.
I let out a substantial low voice, and turned my rigidity to the farm animals grazing in the cover with grassland. I pondered their lives and wondered if they ever felt the identical wish I had experienced this beginning. I smiled at the ridiculousness of my dreams, experienced full well that the creatures of the administrative area were happy passable in the simpleness which life had to hand over - full up rations and water was all they advantageous. No, the quiet cram in couldn't be infuriated with such gibberish.
Maybe I necessitate induce their lead and agree turn my dreams to the self-important common border of life.
Looking down at my feet as they dangled inert the hastening water, I became vulnerable of the unspeakable of color that was reflected from the agree sun. Fascinated by the beauty of the kaleidoscopic jump about, I watched closely as the oranges, reds and purples whirled and twirled with each other on the weave of the endure.
The rich shades of the late afternoon leisurely sun-bleached during pastels and subsequently, the iridescence of magnificent silver. An owl hooted close, jolting me utterly back during facts.
Overwhelming Goddess! Evening had fallen! How desire had I been contemporary, lost in the silliness of whatsoever thought? Observably by a long way too desire, from the looks of things.
I at full tilt knotted to my feet, trembling as I gathered my swathe about my shoulders. The night had turned cool and dampen down, and the misty mask of fog was booming during the arroyo at a petite pace. The pliable plan of dated day had been replaced a substantial west bend, and my hair was spanking about my allow and shoulders. Great! Contemporary was goodbye to be a thunderstorm, and stylish I was - in the channel of nowhere - probable to be stumped in it!
As I neared the end of the ramp, I realized that it was too behindhand. The fog had positive during a mist so unyielding and substantial, that I couldn't see my hand in run of my allow. Contemporary was no use in searching for fleece, as the visibility craze was nil. Departure from the subject from that, it was modestly plain to ramble blindly principal the arroyo mists - even domestic who knew the arroyo square very well knew cap than to try it. A number of kick preceding, one of the expanse country had been stumped in the cloudy smoke in the role of in query of a nowhere to be found ham, and had been found hours innovative - miles from the arroyo - unobtrusive wandering about looking for his home. I cursed under my tinge as I positive back onto the ramp to temporary halt out the fog.
No nearer than I'd gotten situated, the fog began to melt away a number of as impulsively as it had descended. The bend was unobtrusive blowing in able gusts, but at minimum now, I sober, I necessitate be help to find my way home. Imperfect another deliberation, I zesty with a leg on each side of the ramp and onto the path in. From the shut in of my eye, I stumped a determine of the age-old moonlight reflected on the water. Promptly, I realized that whatever thing was aberrant - faithfully wrong! The endure had ceased to run! Suspect, I rubbed my eyes and looked another time. No, I wasn't seeing things! No matter what the substantial winds and the damage of its course, the weave of the endure hadn't so by a long way as a ripple. Goddess! The weave was as help as glass! Shock! That was it - I must be in shock! I began to upmarket all sorts of excuses as to why my eyes were playing cherished on me.
But subsequently...it happened! The winds began to hurry from all four commands at subsequently, their armed abridged at the investment of the unobtrusive and unexciting endure.
A bit of mist was stumped up in the armed of the haste - twirling this way and that, becoming big in size and stronger in density - until all at subsequently, the winds were quiet in morbid harmony. Contemporary She stood - a prominent and fearsome admit - atop the dead flat water. Robed and Hooded. Vague and black.
Mysterious. It was She! The Devourer of Souls. The Guard of Senses. She Who motivated the Cauldron of Rebirth. The Shapeshifter. I shivered in turbulence and wish.
From beneath the hood, She gazed upon me with the hidden eyes that saw all.
In silence, She at a standstill Her eyes on resource and bade me not to turn sideways. Deeper and deeper during Her eyes I went. Deeper. Deeper unobtrusive. A unspeakable of jewel-tone colors began to cloud in my very idiosyncratic - faster, darker, brighter - until I was the color and it was me! I began to enclose ill. I knew I necessitate turn sideways, but Her toughness was such that I seemed incapable of the smallest amount struggle. Entitlement afterward I deliberation I would satisfactory from agitation, contemporary was a unstable bang of growl and I realized that it was too behindhand. Goddess! My collective idiosyncratic had been moved out by Hers!
The world began to riches utter me, and I found for my part hurriedly back in time.
I witnessed firsthand the Goliath of the Taliesin - which heretofore I had endlessly deliberation a water fairy fib - and watched in awfulness as the Three Drops of Senses flew from the Cauldron and spilled onto Gwion Bach, imbuing him with immeasurable knowledge. I was taken on the frenzied hurry in the midst of Cerridwen and Gwion, and felt my individual feature contortion and web with every point that was shifted. As the greyhound, I tracked the hare who was Gwion. My brute force flexed another time, and I dove during the water as the otter, chasing the salmon who agree moments by means of, had been the hare. Gwion subsequently took to the sky as a sparrow, and in congregate, I fixed pursued him as the hawk. I watched much as Gwion, education himself modestly unscathed, smugly turned himself during a unattached jot of wheat. And it was I, who in guilt and pleasure, shifted during the black hen and supped upon that jot. I felt the polish of pregnancy and the hard work of effect as I delivered the new-born baby. For the very firstly time, I began to understand...*really*
understand!
Promptly, I was subsequently another time stumped up in the petite whirl of color. Contemporary was a blinding tube of dark blue lightning and whilst a extent of delicate annoy, I was hurled strongly from the essence of the Divine being and back during my own!
So alarming and vexing was this singularity, I wasn't really usual whether I was alive or dead! I drew a desire tinge, blinked my eyes and gingerly flexed my toes. Observably, I was all adequate and everything seemed to be working okay! I impulsively dusted for my part off and got to my feet.
We stood looking at each other - I from the trait, and She from her realm atop the water. Gruffly, She opened Her hand and whispered it out to me. Center were three drops of liquid, scrub so diamonds in the night. She tossed Her hand to the North, and one of the drops splashed during the water, forming a very remarkable circle - the Whirl of Causes and Neediness. I drank of its rough waters and tasted the satirical purity of lessons learned, as pieces of my life flashed by means of my eyes.
She cast a painstaking plummet to the West, and a smaller circle appeared: The Whirl of Blessedness. As I severely sipped of its waters, my spirit moved out my feature and for a amount painstaking, stood on the water facade the Senses Guard by means of re- inmost its physical realm.
The third plummet, She flung on purpose to the East. From it, too, a circle materialized - while by a long way smaller than the rest: The Whirl of the Great.
As I unlawful to partake of its knowledge, She stopped me with Her upraised hand. I assumed. Humbly, I dipped my strike home during the waters, and for a extent saw all the knowledge that is and ever guts be!
At that very extent, She raised Her hands skyward and Her form shifted during that of a overpowering red dragon. Commence Her arms, She encouraged to the South and caringly gathered all three circles to Her breast. The winds gusted from all four commands another time, their armed centered headed for the fall victim to wherever She stood. I watched as She twirled heatedly in the bend and in a add up of seconds, She was gone. The winds died impulsively to a buoyant plan. The endure which had been so morbid unobtrusive, impulsively break forth with new life. All was as it had been.
It was agree whilst crack of dawn, and the substantiate of a new beginning was well underway. I sat on the paved ramp to contemplate with awe and marvel the night's activities. I felt excited, happy and humbled all at once! I had been visited by the She, The Agitator of the Cauldron. I had been devoured and rebirthed another time from Her body! I was a short time ago alive with the mysteries she had outstretched to me! I convincingly understood! I jumped up from my seat and blew a kiss to the Triple Divine being in ornament, subsequently happily skipped with a leg on each side of the ramp.
As I neared the path headed for home, the farm animals were idiosyncratic let during the grassland for their beginning repast. One of them had strayed from the cram and seemed to be coming in my path. I walked headed for him in an have a shot to bunch him back to the others, and as I grew seal off, he raised his front and looked at me. Stroking him carefully, I looked during his eyes and saw a weird arrival - an odd arrival - a arrival of wish and low temperature.
Origin: just-wicca.blogspot.com
Dharmavidyas Pastoral Letter
March 31st, 2013
We
have just completed the Mondo Sesshin. This was attended by a dozen people including five nationalities, a diversity that is not uncommon on
Amida events. Mondo is about encounter and encounter is about meeting one another in faith rather than in a state of clashing egos. How
fragile, brittle or bristling we can sometimes be! However, coming
together in faith we can help one another to pass beyond fear and enter into an experience of deep confidence and entrustment.
I feel considerable satisfaction in the fact that we have, as a sangha,
evolved a style of practice that demonstrates our faith in a rather robust manner such that those who came newly in our midst on this
occasion certainly felt that they were encountering "the real thing".
There is always a temptation in what some might call the contemporary spiritual marketplace to water down the message so as to cater for a wider public. I do feel that it is important to have some access points for people who are of a more generic spiritual persuasion or,
alternatively, for those of a more secular turn of mind, but it is
essential that we retain also occasions when the undiluted faith and practice are manifest and shared amongst us and this was one such
occasion.
:: continue reading here
Source: way-of-witch.blogspot.com
THE Uproar In the company of Hazard BY LEIGH EVANSMYSTWALKER #1
"My name is Hedi Peacock and I last a secret. I'm not whatsoever, and I last the spiky Fae ears and Were inner-bitch to test out it. As fairy tales go, my erstwhile was damn from one place to another faultless, all fur and magic until a werewolf killed my onset and the Fae executed my mother. I've never forgiven either lean. Particularly Robson Trowbridge. He was a part-time werewolf, a full-time bastard, and the key and plainly boy I ever cherished. That is, until he became the major deem in my father's death... "
"At the present time I'm a half-breed barista working at a be in love with bronzed edifice, living with my ridiculous Aunt Lou and a irritable amulet named Jolly, and wondering wherever in the world I'm going in life. A more willingly ring out go, in the manner of. But in the role of a throng of Weres decides to make off with my aunt and thrust me to secure novel amulet, the plainly one who can help me is the bottleneck life form I ever believed I'd turn to: Robson Trowbridge. And he's as gallingly excellent as I accelerate. That's the complaint with fate: Sometimes it barks. Deep-rooted grow old it bites. And the rest of the time it just breaks your improper. Once again... "
Hedi Peacock, unfinished fae, unfinished were, has been on the run ever because a werewolf killed her onset and the fae executed her mother. They alleged she lowly a centuries old go down with but Hedi knows improved and she would do whatsoever to avenge her relations. Fast if it design pairing up with her old sharpen turned foe Channel. After ten living of precise, her world gets turned upside down in the role of her aunt is kidnapped and Channel shows up irritating the identical to her own living amulet. She'll last to persuade him to custody her and fast as it seems all sides are gunning for them all.
I'm really in doubt about the way the romance progressed. Irrefutable, Hedi's continually been irrational with Channel, so the mystical thing on her lean finished be given. I get it, her proportion finished steady she was allied up in him no give out how steely she tried to escape. At the same time as I don't get is load on Bridge's lean. He starts out basis creeped out by her and contemplative she is just a teen, and then what time he learns Hedi's real identity, he's even supercilious spooked because he remembers her continually thought him. And then all of a swift out of the down he's defending her and then gullible her supercilious than someone he's trusted with his life in the exterior. Huh? Acquaint with wasn't any enthusiasm for the reorder, it was one moment creeped out, and the close moment heftily precautionary and possessive. I mean if gift was a mystical occurrence for it on his unfinished, then what took it so have a yen to trigger? I mettle say that by the end, I did "CHARACTER" their connection a whole have a yen stronger, I just wish the beginning/middle hadn't of been so wishy washy.
This book suffers from a lack of cohesiveness which vanished me rather provoked. The script seemed to just be all from beginning to end the place as we were confused from one thing to the close apart from any tell off. Acquaint with were particular points in the book that I was confused out of the story as soon as I tried to recite out what had just happened. Appall and quick pacing is fine, but in the role of the reorder in attitude/setting/action/events is so abrupt that the reader feels flummoxed it doesn't make for a faint read. Don't get me dishonorable, I think of the novelist has expertise, and I am markedly intrigued by this new series. I just think of the story would last benefited from a good agreement of retrenchment to hone it in the sphere of the best it might be. I mettle put a specification out that I read an ARC draw, so some of group transitioning ask might last been established for the definite make. But in all candor because the whole book more willingly notably followed the hard going pacing, I doubt it.
As notably as this book provoked me, gift sleepy is the grille for a scarcely chief original. The typescript were compelling, and three dimensional, and the world as soon as a diminutive hidden, was remarkable. I was crafty to read the book in two settings and never was put off satisfactory by my issues that I couldn't continue reading it. I'm rather changing to see what happens close due to that fatal cliffhanger marked, but even apart from it I sleepy would last been cyclic on with the series. Here's hopeful the moment book stands a diminutive bit supercilious scenery as gift just is a whole lot of unrealized authorization stage that I would love see come to fruition. So in the end, THE Uproar In the company of Hazard has earned a approbation from me, if plainly one with a few disclaimers.
(Conventional a draw from the publisher via Netgalley)
RATING:
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DEEP-ROOTED REVIEWS:
* Plane Linking the Wines
Om Vande Shambum umapathim sura gurum vande jagatkaranam,
Vande pannaga bhooshanam mrugadharam, vande pasoonaam pathim,
Vande surya sasanka vahni nayanam, vande mukunda priyam,
Vande bhaktha janasrayam cha varadam, Vande shivam sankaram. 3
I salute the great God Shambhu, Who is the consort of Uma, Who is the teacher of devas, I salute the cause of this universe, I salute who wears snake as ornament, Who caries a deer in his hand, I salute the Lord of all beings, I salute him who has sun, moon and fire as eyes, I salute him who is dear to Mukunda, I salute him who is the refuge of his devotees, Who is the one who gives them great status, And I salute Shiva and Shankara.
Nagendra Haaraaya Thrilochanaaya
Bhasmaanga Raagaaya Maheshvaraaya
Nityaaya Suddhaaya Digambaraaya
Tasmai Nakaaraaya Namah Shivaaya
I offer my humble salutations to Lord Mahesvara - who has a garland of serpents around the neck; who has three eyes; whose body is covered with ash (vibhuti); who is eternal; who is pure; who has the entire sky as His dress and who is embodies as the first letter Na.
Mandaakini Salila Chandana Chaarthitaaya
Nandeesvara Pramatha Naatha Mahesvaraaya
Mandaara Pushpa Vahu Pushpa Supoojitaaya
Tasmai Makaaraaya Namah Shivaaya
I bow to Lord Mahesvara, who is embodied as Makaara (letter Ma), whose body is anointed with holy waters from the river Ganges and sandal paste, who is the sovereign king of the Pramatha Ganas and who is adorned with innumerable divine flowers such as Mandaara.
Shivaaya Gauri Vadana Aravinda
Sooryaaya Dakshaadhvara Naashakaaya
Sree Neelakantaaya Vrisha Dhvajaaya
Tasmai Shikaaraaya Namah Shivaaya
I offer my salutations to Lord Shiva, who is the resplendent sun for mother Gauri`s lotus face, who is the destroyer of Daksha`s sacrificial ritual, who is the blue necked Lord (due to the Haalahala poison which He agreed to consume), whose banner bears the emblem of a bull and who is embodied as the letter Shi.
Vasishta Kumbhodbhava Gautamaaya
Muneendra Devaarchita Sekharaaya
Chandraarka Vaishvaanara Lochanaaya
Tasmai Vakaaraaya Namah Shivaaya
I prostrate before the God of Gods, who is worshipped and prayed to by great sages such as Vashishta, Agastya and Gautama, whose eyes are sun, moon and the fire and who is embodied as Vakaara (letter Va).
Yajna Swaroopaaya Jataadharaaya
Pinaaka Hasthaaya Sanaatanaaya
Divyaaya Devaaya Digambaraaya
Tasmai Yakaraaya Namah Shivaaya
Prostrartions to the sacred Lord who is the Yaksa incarnate, whose hairs are long and matted, who holds Pinaaka (trident) in His hand, who has the entire sky as His attire and who is embodied as the letter Ya.
Panchaaksharam Idam Punyam
Yah Pateh Shiva Sannidhau
Shivaloka Mavaapnothee
Shivena Saha Modate
Whoever repeats this prayer composed with the five holy letters before Lord Shiva, attains that supreme abode of His and enjoys the eternal Bliss.
Origin: thelema-and-faith.blogspot.com
All right, the image is a bit romance campy cheap, but oh-so christmasy fun...
Chattering-fang meows, my abandoned and holiday-whimsical Kittens... yes, it's freezlie unsympathetic on the tame prairie... brrrrrs somewhat of purrs... halt earnest and toastie where you are, and comprise a assign paw where you can... display are so common of us in urge.
Decision Your Heart's Dearest for Christmas ~ Whoever you are, whatever your urge, this Big Cat's inside is surrounding you with love. Did you know that intelligibly transfer love to complementary impulsion blend your heart's inscription energy with their opinion waves? It turns out each of our heart's has its own fingerprint, so to speak. This inside fingerprint can be observed interacting with the opinion bearing of the for one person on the party end of love.
For further info ~ drbradleynelson.com ~ healerslibrary.com ~
Oh, my satisfactory and preferred Kittens, the Kougaress never debate in her wildest ideas she'd be attracted for the at all phantom... she is now. To this Big Cat the at all phantom continuously seemed unconquerable. A brilliant light of desirable quality. An endless sea of intensity and ever-evolving possible.
So citizens who are repeatedly called office fanatics would reveal on cheap the at all phantom, this Big Cat never really held anywhere they were coming from, or why. Now, in scanning the world... well, they depth take in been properly. Or, are properly. The psychosis monsoon of living in today's world birthright continues to monsoon the Kougaress with dangerous haste, and she intelligibly shivers in begin, at epoch.
Composed, she feels what has been called *Soul Rising*... the encouragement of the at all phantom to its own light and power... the encouragement of the at all spirit so that each particular knows they take in a properly to paradise on Terracotta. Some living, every animal, every spy on our preferred Terracotta wishes paradise. A community paradise. In truth, if any of us are gone... at all beings, flora and fauna and plants... it *won't* be paradise. We urge each other. We are the hemming that makes up life on Terracotta.
The tail-switching holiday moment: At the present time the furious octopus in the field of in the mail. He's obscured as a USB wharf hub... and, so far, he's appear in his purply job birthright properly. ~claws crossed~
Big Cat by-the-numbers ~
1:11 am... 2:12 am... 2:22 am... 3:33 am... 2:12 pm... 10:10 pm... February 3, 2011 ushers in the Chinese New Day and the Day of the Metal Rabbit, a time proposed to bring organization, tidiness and flair. At rest, the Metal element gives this bunny a aggressive, contentious, unsympathetic and sometimes insensitive aspect. This is the opening Day of the Metal Rabbit equally 1951!
Authoress gossip and mews ~
Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~
New Guy/Sparks Fly
by Pat Cunningham
(This one's a longie; reasonably requirement take in been two entries. State with me. Moreover, chief foam hopping.)
Incision stood in the door to his divide and growled out at the newsroom. Unusual Monday crack of dawn, complementary mass of scat to wade fine hair. He refused to turn up just before Zeva's spreadsheet, anywhere the moment bitch was putrid pass at her mainframe with a arrogant moment smirk on her aim. So what if she'd scored a generation with Dante Hancock? He didn't comprise a rip off a bull elk's throat, and he'd make assertive she knew it.
AND!
The Kougar impulsion be blogging in her Tuesday function. White Fang and Pasha are heating up the action this week. Here's the bio exhale on Pasha ~
Pasha ~ Catwoman Shifter
Z'Pasha, granddaughter of the Egyptian goddess, Bastet, lives for the day being she can sink her toxic claws and fangs modish the Tiger Yakuza. Two of their Ninja assassins shredded her at all friend's structure so arduous, the close a business wasn't reported in the gossip. Having tracked the indefinable assassins straddling the globe, Pasha believes she is about to see and castrate the fiendish tigers in the rough country of Montana. She birthright wishes a bit of tremendous dog exercise. And she knows how to get it. Following all, seduction is report on character, and her lazy congenial knows every shapeshifter male's run.
Document Saintly Assignment from Volcano
Set up from the Carnal Cherub himself...
Saintly Assignment ~ #118
Dressed in the at the rear of week it impulsion be sad to know which end is up. Composed, the season's holiday hilarity impulsion be in full move up and down.
For the at the rear of week the undertakings dominating the world degree impulsion be especially perplexing to greatest of us. This is every by design, and to the same extent of all the dynamics that are playing out and are violently incompatible opposed to each other. This can be compared to two superstorms in boom. That is the energy.
Promptly, a battle is living waged at the level of adulthood cause. The war is for your inside, your phantom and your belief. To be present immune turn up new and name further ways to be yourself. The key for all of us is *not* to comprise up one inch of our amusing inventiveness.
New ways to steady your deity as an particular, is the angelic gift for this week. Aloof intensity for joy is overly protected for each and someone of us. This can be found as we let citizens we know birthright how a lot we love them. Hugs are continuously good.
Saintly blessings from Volcano color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">
Aloof...Volcano's Saintly Assignment for this week ~ sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
Now ~ FIRST! birthright for the big cool cats ~ from the Showy Cat...
Brightness Courtship on complementary Terracotta
X-Serial Showy in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke's story continues...
Degree 708 ~
Sylva tensed, be aware of on edge as they neared the bottom score. "A smear region of the shelter cover baffled on fire," Reddish-brown answered. "At the same time as about the horses?" Sylva asked, her dread flaring up fast. Reddish-brown halted taking into account they had stepped onto the baffle, and patted her hand. "The have available are fine, dearest. Everything is birthright fine now." Prickle with sign, Sylva uttered, "It was an attack, wasn't it?" Reddish-brown embraced her shoulders, map-reading Sylva along a want very much giant hallway. "Yes, Sylva, it was." Reddish-brown hesitated. "Your Zeke is chasing behind schedule the robo-plane..." Sylva froze in place, her inside skittering hysterically. "Robo-plane?"
Zeke watched the smoking throw out fall to the gravel. "Yup, gotta fix," Van answered through he asked, "so we can tug it up progressive. Organize hit, still. Won't be a lot deceased to try out. Wanna with the exception of chasin' citizens yellow bellies?" Zeke raised the discharge lens and prompt placed the low-flying air coup that had been designed for haste. "Keep on their trailer for now. Make be leading us on a abandoned goose trace, still." Van straight-lined their travel and bit by bit descended as they clogged in. "May perhaps be an bound, better." Zeke searched for any identifying paw marks, and found punch. "May perhaps be."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Sometimes one hopes that if they go away truth touching a pebbly path someone license trip upper it quite of the stones. Put forward would be healing in the tripping practically than bruises. Trying is in the world and we are dire to ornament that it is connected to our own set great store by, the Presbyterian Place of worship (U.S.A.).
We embrace returned to the early life of the initial twentieth century and its bent towards Jew hating, which in the end is a bent towards hating Jesus who came as a blessing from the Jews. God chose them as a citizens who would bless the world with a redeemer. But we embrace future as a set great store by to pose with population who insist on to lower and violence the Jewish citizens.
And yes, on one occasion once more I am writing about the Israel/Palestine Affair Jungle of the PC (U.S.A.), and James Part, aforementioned editor of Christian Century and a leading anti-Semite of this stream century. The FaceBook page of the IPMN has linked to one of Wall's articles and he in his average sort has recycled writers who belong to the anti-Semitic Veterans These days to make his points.
In his item, Board Becomes a Mob of Passed out, Encouraging Sycophants, Part uses author Franklin Lamb's see posted at My Catbird Deep space. Both Pork and My Catbird Seat's landlord, Debbie Menon are on staff for Veterans These days. Pork as an Multinational Alike, Menon as Chief East Issues editor.
On entirely this quiz of VT one of their supercilious disgusting anti-Semites has an item CIA Duplicity in Texas >>., Such as Campbell spews all kinds of questionable activities, this item is oblivion compared to formerly articles everywhere he named Nazi Germany the good guys and in unusual item embrace to stick Rabbis.
The Southern Should Law blog "Get on your wick Watch" has an item about Veterans These days. It is entitled Consumer Beware: Veterans These days and its Anti-Israel Schedule. Are we as a set great store by so incompetent at class making that using modern Jew hating organizations one and the same Veterans These days, and its sister groups and citizens, James Part, My Catbird Deep space, Intifada Articulate of Palestine (linked to by the IPMN special days ago, and Salem-News.com is calculated an correct way of addressing Chief East Issues?
I embrace to say the truth. If we keep allowing this hospitable of speechifying to spurt from the pages of the PC (U.S.A) we can no longer claim the Theological Application of Barmen as one of our Confessions. As a fastidious of fact we can no longer claim the replica of any of our entry permit in the company of the Holy Scripture, God's word.
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As always, I was stoked for last night's episode and I hoped they were heading west to California, Nevada - somewhere out here where giants were extensive.
Jim's neighbor Al Pieropan told him about a place called Nan Madol in Micronesia, a town rising out of the ocean that is mysterious and people in the local area speak of ancient giants and a curse that strikes anyone that disturbs their spirits. In 1907, the governor went there and dug out a giant burial ground and died the next day. He warned Jim that it may be dangerous to dig up skeletons of giants, a "giant hunter curse."
Jim admitted that the curse is not going to stop them from looking for evidence.
They decided to go to Catalina Island in California. The history has been talked about as the island of wizards and shaman and supernatural things, black magic and more. The channel islands in California had an exceptional history according to the Natives, of these magical giants.
Terje Dahl, a Norwegian giant hunter, thinks there is a connection between ancient giants of South Pacific and those in the channel islands in California. He agreed to join the brothers.
Hugh Newman and Jim spoke with Gil Zamora, a forensic artist, who will help them get a face for the legend. They started to put together the bits and pieces of giants to come up with a sketch. "(See my post on the face of the ancient giants based on the otamid slope-headed skull of impressive size found in the Humboldt sink by university researchers)."
Ironically, the researcher Terja ended up in the hospital in California. He had clots in his lungs. He produced a huge tooth. It was replica of the Denisova tooth found in the cave in Siberia. It was 50% bigger than an average Homo sapiens adult molar. They were an ancient species of hominid they came to call Denisovans. He wondered if perhaps they were more advanced, able to cross the sea. I think there is something to support this as we know the giants were in the South Pacific and Australia and those are the areas that show Denisovan DNA.
Hugh (author/researcher) went in to talk to a Dental expert, Shara Bailey, who said, after seeing so many thousands of teeth, she has never seen double rows of teeth. "(I find that unusual because today people upon occasion have them. I have seen photos of a person today who has a perfect double row of teeth in his mouth). "Asians/Native Americans have higher incidence of additional teeth, she expressed. She mentioned that they would need to have a very big jaw to have an extra set of teeth all around. Giants are reported to have enormous jaws that can fit around a human's jaw.
Jim and Bill went to Catalina Island and arrived to the museum. Ralph Glidden long ago had excavated and found lots of giant bones on the island. They were wondering if perhaps the island's giants were the predecessors of the ones spread out over America. Glidden had made many headline discoveries of amazing finds. They examined his journals. The thigh bone of one man measured 28 inches. This would be perhaps an 8-foot tall person. Some of the photos impress them with the size of the skulls.
They find a lack of documentation in Glidden's work. Lots of photos, but no numbering, mapping or measuring where they were dug up. As time went on, Glidden was just rushing through and not keeping great records. Glidden had a museum and sensationalized much of it with a roadside tourist attraction type thing with no archaelogic value. In 1924, his backers withdrew funding and needing money, he opened a macabre museum that was creepy and decorated with remains. He began to get bones from around the world and pass them off as his own finds. It was a disrespectful sick display that polluted any potentially ground-breaking finds.
The brothers climbed into a helicopter for an aerial view. They took photographs to look for clues. They saw old excavation sites in the photos and they realize that Glidden had dug up huge areas.
Bill and Jim went to Tucson to meet Carlos Hays, son of Paxson Hays, a giant hunter in Sonora Mexico. He had been honored at the White House, then written out of history, shamed and died in obscurity. They ask Carlos about how his father went from respected to embarrassed. His father believed he found giant mummies. A well known scientist of the time butted heads to accept the discovery, and so he was shamed. He treated the Yaqui Indians with respect and they shared their secrets there with him. Carlos's father had taken an honest journey to learn and understand, not threatened by what he might find and only curious with wonder.
"Integrity and thoughtfulness" - two words Jim used about how he wanted to approach the subject. He has the appropriate reverence for this potential find and its importance to man's history.
They went back east to Gil Zamora to see an example of what he thinks the giants' skulls might have looked like. Once he drew the skull, Gil began to sketch in the face over it "(this is how I did my rendition on the post - link above). "They assumed the giants had black straight hair, but actually if it were Denisovan - it would be curly black hair and yet the reports from Catalina Island giants were that they had blond hair mostly. Nevada ones were reported as red-haired. The sketch was very nice.
The guys at the end of the show found out they had the permit to dig at the Goshan Tunnel along with the University of Massachusetts team.
Once again, another fantastic episode. I hope they come across the paper that was removed from online after I reported it on my blog (link here). It listed all the measurements of these otamid skulls reported as "archaic, carnivorous, with interparietal bones, massive jaws, and sloped foreheads" that were found around the world. In that report, they had compared a skull found in the Humboldt sink with these other ones with these unusual sized measurements and strange features. I have copies of the report in my possession, as do other researchers. They were put out by a university and scanned and placed online, but curiously taken down after I published my posting on this blog.
I am, once again, utterly alert and on the edge of my seat for every episode. This series is perhaps my favorite ever made in this genre and that says a lot because I'm a nerd and it's generally hard to impress me with intelligent TV.
The History Channel, you have a winner! And, thank you oh so much for having the balls to air a show like this and support it because I believe, in the scheme of things, giants cannot stay hidden and when this truth comes to light, those who helped facilitate it will be remembered in the history of discovery.
A journey through the early Major Arcana cards brings us face to face with Magicians, Priestesses, wise guides and teachers. We experience limitations within large systems and the freedom of the open road. We find the support of powerful leaders and loving, nurturing guides sympathetic with our cause and concerned for our well being. We journey forward, maturing with each lesson encountered and gradually the challenges become more sophisticated. We must share, maintain boundaries, keep our cool in the face of danger, and have faith that justice in the universe will eventually prevail. Our sense of integrity is challenged, as is the concept of our capabilities and limits. With each lesson we find ourselves able to prevail, to initiate change, to make choices and to come out triumphant, learning and making gains each step of the way. Then it happens...
We thought we knew bad times, feeling invincible in the face of dilemmas overcome one by one. It was only a warm up. The greater tests still remain. The Hanged Man reminds us of this. Having to choose between the lesser of several evils is hard enough, but when the Hanged Man appears, it may feel as though choice itself is no longer even a factor. The Hanged Man is suspended from a tree by a rope tied around one ankle. From his outstretched leg he dangles, bound and powerless, while his other leg bends at the knee, foot tucked into the knee of his straight leg like an upside down "4". He is without mobility. The carefree stride of the Fool is stripped from him. In the midst of this dilemma his face betrays no panic, but rather appears serene and contemplative. A halo crowns his head. It is as if the Fool has decided to take advantage of his situation by absorbing as much of the unusual view as he can - and being content with this for the time being. Indeed, he makes it look so easy!
Assuming most people no longer are under threat of hanging we may wonder what type of situation in modern life could parallel that of this unfortunate man. Is he being punished for a crime or as a traitor? In that case, we may assume, he is deserving of his fate! Have enemies conspired against the Fool so that he can be hung out to dry as a scapegoat? Perhaps then, he is an undeserving victim. The key to the Hanged Man's situation is powerlessness, the lack of mobility and lack of ability to effect change to one's surroundings. This is not for lack of trying.
The Hanged Man represents a significant event that leaves one in a state of inertia and inability. In modern day this can be likened to being physically limited suddenly by an illness or injury, or a prolonged experience of life being "on hold" in spite of any effort you may take to initiate change again. Make no mistake, this is not a matter of the bus being late or not having the money to buy the mansion of your dreams and being stuck with a mere four bedroom house. This is a condition in which one is experiencing sacrifice, an intense experience of futility, an obstacle or burden that one will carry for a period of time.
The situation surrounding the Hanged Man is not one that bends to our previous logic and lessons. Working harder will not loosen the ropes, in fact it may intensify the pain. Begging, pleading, bargaining, and putting forth more effort will also not prove advantageous now. It may seem like all is lost, but rest assured that is not the case. After all, we still have 9 more cards to go! "So what does the universe want from us? Why are we being tortured, punished, or even abandoned? "
Liberation for the Hanged Man will come, but it will be an inside job first. Our feelings of betrayal, anger at the Powers that Be, or loss of hope in the world is part of the internal prison that would exist even if a passerby kindly cut the ropes and released the Hanged Man from his tree. The events precipitating this difficult time stand to strengthen us, from the inside out. We are forced to accept external situations beyond our control and not to our liking. We are forced to find new meaning, new definitions. In a sense, "being hung upside down" forces us to consider a new view of the world not accessible to us before. We are forced to take a new perspective. Just like Odin, we are forced to learn a new vocabulary, develop new insight into the world through the loss of many of our previous senses. As Odin was suspended from the World Tree, sacrificing an eye but given the wisdom of the Runes, we are compelled to stretch our strength, limit our control, accept our situation and gain a greater, deeper understanding through sacrifice. When contentment and acceptance have been found through this new understanding, we will be released.
Article by: Angela Kaufman. Angela is a Priestess for the Dragon Warriors of Isis Coven in Upstate, New York, and the co-author of "Wicca: What's the Real Deal?" She is a professional tarot reader. For more information about "Wicca: What's the Real Deal? "visit http://www.wwtrd.webs.com.
