Maroc, Casablanca, 1948. Portrait de groupe

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Maroc, Casablanca, 1948. Portrait de groupe
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Maroc, Casablanca, 1948. Portrait de groupe : Georges Menjoulet, Jean Menjoulet (en blouse écolière années 40), et leurs cousins enfants, Andrée et Jean-Louis. De dos, une amie, Mme Magnan

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Immeuble Villas Paquet, Casablanca
Jacques Gouyon, 1952

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Couleurs de la rue, Moulay Driss Zerhoun, province de Meknès, Maroc.
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Moulay Driss Zerhoun est la ville sainte du Maroc, c’est là qu’est enterré Idriss Ier (745-791) , fondateur de Fès et de la première dynastie musulmane du Maroc : les Idrissides.

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Precious little Anne, 1997-2017

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Precious little Anne, 1997-2017
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It has been almost four months since we said goodbye to our precious, sweet, amazing Anne kitty. She was 19 years, 8 months. She died at home with us, at peace, much-loved, and on her own terms (just as she lived her life).

Today would have been Anne’s 20th birthday. It has taken me this long to finish this story because writing it has been so hard. I knew I would miss her, but I did not expect it to be this much. I still expect her to be waiting around the corner in her favourite places when I arrive home from work or go upstairs.

It would take many pages to tell twenty years of tales, but I hope these few stories give some impression of the joy she brought to us.

When Anne and her sister Emma were tiny babies they would often play-fight with each other. LG had not been around cats much before, and sometimes the wild-sounding meows made her worry that they were getting serious. I would reassure her that they were only playing, but she didn’t believe me. Then we took the kitties over to visit some friends who had a dog. "Ah, so THIS is what two angry little bundles of kitty fur look like!" (Hissing, sputtering, etc.) The dog, on the other hand, was completely uninterested in the kitties.

When Anne was a bratty teenager (a couple of human years) she taught us to play Fetch. We had little, soft, coloured balls that she trained us to throw across the room or down the hall. She would run after them, bat them around briefly, and then pick them up with her teeth and bring them back to drop them at our feet. In her middle years, she still liked to chase the balls, but grew out of the "fetch" part of the game. She left the fetching part to the humans. Games got shorter in those days. Eventually they evolved even further, into games of Watch.

LG used to hold Anne in her arms belly-up, cradled like a little baby. Anne always looked quite content to be there (for a little while anyway). But she never really liked it when I did it. Something about the way I held her was wrong–too firm? too weak? I don’t know. She would struggle out and then crawl up onto my shoulders, or (when she was older) just go halfway and rest her front paws up there. Both the baby-holding and the shoulder-sitting usually lasted only while we were standing or walking around. As soon as we’d sit down, Anne would lose interest.

Except when I was sitting at my chair working on the computer. In that case, Shoulder Time could last half an hour or more. I learned which of my computer activities I could do with one hand (Facebook and reading articles), and saved them for when Anne demanded Shoulder Time. Often when Shoulder Time ended, she would demand the entire chair by nudging me out of the way. We usually "compromised", meaning that I would slide forward and perch on the edge of the chair, giving her space to settle in. The kitty’s comfort always comes first!

By the way, I do not use the term "demand" lightly. She earned her nickname Demandy.

Anne was the naughtiest of our kitties–the most likely to get into places where kitties weren’t supposed to go. Kitchen cupboard emptied for cleaning? Anne would hop in. Office chair left a little too close to the bookshelves? Anne would explore them. Closet door open? Anne would run in. Sometimes when she did that I would close (but not latch) the door and wait for the paw to come from underneath. She’d pull the door open just enough that she could squeeze her little pink nose through, then push open the door and get out.

Anne had a bowl, and make no mistake: it was Her Bowl. This was a giant (~2ft diam) decorative ceramic bowl, and for most of her life it was her favourite place for all-day catnaps, evening hang-outs, and night-time sleeps (when she wasn’t sleeping in our bed). We kept it on top of an oak chest near a window in the office, with Her Cushion placed inside. It was a warm and sunny spot year-round (as much as possible in Vancouver), and a place where she could be in the room with us while we were working at our computers or reading on the futon. Back when we had That Boy Kitty (dear M’ow), he would sometimes bully her into giving it to him. He’d hop up on the box and just sit next to it motionless, looking at her. Her ears would perk, then slowly flatten, and eventually she’d drag herself out of the bowl and stalk off, maybe throwing a little hiss at M’ow as she departed.

On days when we were both out of the house, she would "call a meeting" when we got back. It would not happen until we both got back, even if we arrived some time apart. Once the second person appeared, she would leave her bowl, have a couple of unhurried stretches, and then go into the hallway and wait for us to follow her. Then she would head into the bedroom and hop up on the bed. We were required to join her. Much petting and head-butting would ensue, as she sat between us and alternated her attention. Eventually she would decide she’d had enough, and allow us to carry on with our lives.

Anne loved to snuggle under the covers with me at night. Like everything else, this arrangement always happened on the kitty’s terms. She’d hop into bed with us–maybe as soon as we went to bed, maybe later. After the compulsory greetings she’d start burrowing at my shoulder. My duty was to turn on my side and make a "tent" by propping up my arm at a weird angle, whereupon the kitten would curl up inside next to my chest. Sometimes she’d stay only a couple of minutes before crawling out and going off to other important kitty business. Other times she’d stay long enough that I’d fall asleep, waking up later to find her gone.

She also liked to snuggle with me in the mornings, on days when LG got out of bed first. A while after LG got up, Anne would hop up and request me to stretch my arm out sideways, and she’d lay her front paws over it for a catnap until I’d finally break the news that it was my turn to start my day.

Here, with the details left to your imagination, are more memories we cherish:

– chattering at birds
– helping me with conference calls
– peekaboo kitten while sitting at our computers
– that little pink nose through the balusters on the stairs
– "stinky" and "your cats are overinflated"
– the time she got her head stuck in a plastic grocery bag and lost a toenail
– scrappy (when her little paws were whapping her sister)
– would not go to sleep on the plane when we flew to vancouver
– playing with (human) visitors’ hair on the couch
– her little silent meow (esp. when "sneaking up" on her)

Goodbye, precious Anne.

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Hotels in Sydney

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Because of so much hotels in the largest city in in Australia, Sydney, making a choice is very difficult. Every year, Harbourside location attracts thousands of holidaymakers in the world, of course, it isn’t any surpsing when finding many hotels dotted aroundthe shores of the harbour.

 

On the other hand, there are plenty of other alternative accommodation styles awaiting you in leafy suburban locations that provide a cheaper alternative whilst at the same time giving you access to public transport or easy drives to many of the city’s tourist destinations.

 

Here, we are going to take a look at some of the most popular hotels as well as some of the more unusual accommodation options you may not have thought of, including some backpacker locations.

 

In the CBD, it is hard to find a better location than Circular Quay. The Circular Quay Hotel is a luxury experience waiting for you to enjoy. Choose a harbour view room and you will enjoy unparalleled views across the busy Circular Quay as well as stunning views out to the heads.
For more boutique style accommodation you can always try the Devere Hotel. This is situated in Potts Point only a 15 to 20 minute walk from the city. Although it does not have the location enjoyed by five-star hotels, this 3 1/2 star hotel is convenient for any type of traveller with public transport available virtually at the door. There are also dozens of restaurants and cafes within a few minutes walk.
The Jolly Swagman Backpackers in King’s Cross has an enviable reputation as being one of the friendliest backpacker destinations on the east coast. Always popular, the cheap beds and spotlessly clean rooms make this almost a must stay for backpackers.
The inner-city suburb of Newtown has some amazing guesthouses that will delight you. At Cavendish is one such place that has been extensively renovated in a Victorian fashion and provides a great alternative to other styles of accommodation close to the CBD.
If you are looking for a more relaxing beach holiday, Sydney has more beaches than most capital cities in Australia located right on its doorstep. Bondi Beach is probably the most famous in Australia and the range of accommodation options here are truly amazing. Why not take a look at the Bondi Beach holiday house right in the heart of Bondi itself. You can enjoy a beach holiday and the sophistication of the big city all in one location.
Located at the northern end of Sydney’s beach district is Palm Beach. This is a fabulous village style beach with its own unique feel and is located just a short drive from Pittwater. This is a popular destination with Sydneysiders especially the bed-and-breakfast accommodation, none more so than Villa Bresciana. This is a charming house is only a few minutes stroll from the beach and is very reasonably priced for the style of accommodation provided.

 

As you can see, the variety of accommodation in Sydney will suit any budget, all you have to do is shop around and you are certain to find what you need.

 

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Window Film Chicago

Start the car window tinted is actually quite easy. That is why they do it yourself window tinting is used at times. The whole process consists of three steps toward him. Windows should be cleaned, the film is applied, and finally, a squeegee tool took water and air. That is all you need to do it yourself tinting the windows and kits are available with pre-cut models of color. If Tinted glass well enough, do it yourself job can look like it was done by a professional company. We will discuss the steps to do it yourself Tinted glass, as well as certain types of tinting kits are available.

There are three steps to do it yourself tinted glass, each is quite simple. The first step is to clean windows that will have shade. Next tinting film is applied to the window and squeegee tool is used to displace air and water. After Tinted glass is made, the window is ready. On average it takes about four hours for the beginner to the Do-It-Yourself Projects to completely shade all the windows except the windshield the car.

The whole process to do it yourself home window tinting chicago is actually quite easy. This can be tedious at times, but once finished, the car or the house will be beautifully tinted windows. There are several colors and types of tinting material that people can buy. The hardest and most time consuming part for beginners cutting tinting material on the window size. Fortunately, most of the material pre-cut kits for the car or at home.

Our residential films are designed to function at maximum performance while still allowing a comfortable amount light to enter your home. Stop keeping the shades drawn all day and enjoy your view! Preview films in our Virtual Tour and see how much of your view is preserved in every popular film we install.

What is included in the commercial window tinting chicago first, and most importantly, factual nuance main piece of kit. Most of the time they will be cut for Windows specific cars, but sometimes a person will have to cut the material itself. Most kits will also come with the type of instruction booklet and video. Better to do it yourself window tinting kits actually come with the tools necessary to tint the windows. A person can just go out and buy a set for my car and put the tint on the windows as the Do-It-Yourself project.

Most do it yourself Tinted glass designs are made with a kit that comes with the tinting material, manuals, and sometimes tools. Typically, shade will be cut for the car or at home, but there are some where the person to cut it himself. Three Steps to tinting the windows clean windows, apply color film and squeegee out the water or air. Tinted glass projects easier.

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Weather forecast for Glastonbury Festival 2014: It’s going to rain (like it does every year) Glastonbury Festival: revellers put on a brave face as mud returns

It wouldn’t be the same without it.

Mud, mud, glorious mud and rainsodden tents – thanks to hailstones and lightning storms which hit the festival last night during the first top acts.

Canadian rockers Arcade Fire headlined the Pyramid stage during a heavy downpour while Rudimental were forced to cut short their set due to an electrical storm.

Music on all outside stages – and many inside ones – was suspended as the storm hit late in the afternoon.

The cloudburst lasted more than an hour and organisers took the decision within minutes to close the stages, as some festivalgoers took cover to escape torrential rain and hailstones.

The thunderstorm began at around 5pm, but the rain did not start for another 20 minutes.

By 6.45pm the storm had passed and the music started once again.

Early estimates indicate that around half an inch of rain fell on the festival site in less than an hour, turning the vast areas of Worthy Farm into a mudbath.

It is the first time in many years that an electrical storm has stopped the entertainment in mid-flow.

The cloudburst lasted more than an hour and organisers took the decision within minutes to close the stages, as some festivalgoers took cover to escape torrential rain and hailstones.

It is the first time in many years that an electrical storm has stopped the entertainment in mid-flow.

The thunderstorm began at around 5pm, but the rain did not start for another 20 minutes.

By 6.45pm the storm had passed and the music started once again.

Early estimates indicate that around half an inch of rain fell on the festival site in less than an hour, turning the vast areas of Worthy Farm into a mudbath.

It is the first time in many years that an electrical storm has stopped the entertainment in mid-flow.

The downpours led to woodchips being spread over large parts of the Glastonmudbury site to soak up waterlogged fields.

The muddiest year was in 1997 when 78mm of rain fell eight out of nine days in the run-up to the event.

Glastonbury over the years

WHEN a few hundred hippies gathered in a field near Glastonbury in 1970 no one could have envisaged that they were witnessing the birth of the world’s largest open-air music festival. It was the day after Jimi hendrix died and the £1 admission cost included milk from the nearby dairy farm.

Organisers unwittingly enlisted the local hell’s Angels chapter to handle security but they are said to have made off with the ox roast.

Although memories of that first Glastonbury are now hazy it is widely accepted that a Bristol rock band called Stackridge has the distinction of being the first to perform at this now legendary festival.

As Glastonbury celebrates its 40th anniversary later this month more than 170,000 people, the equivalent of the population of Peterborough, will descend on this beautiful corner of Somerset for the latest four-day extravaganza.

The event has survived floods, lightning strikes and a gatecrashing crisis 10 years ago, which resulted in an estimated 200,000 people cramming on to Worthy Farm to set a record attendance.

Glastonbury has become a monster yet when the last drum roll has been sounded, the stages dismantled and 800 stalls selling everything from blankets to burgers cleared away, it reverts to a working farm.

Visit in late summer and the chances are you will spot a badger snuffling in the hedgerows. For that reason staging Glastonbury poses one of the biggest challenges in the entertainment business.

For the BBC too, which will be at Glastonbury in force, the festival is a military- style operation that will result in more than 40 hours of live radio and TV broadcasting.

That level of organisation is in stark contrast to the 1970 festival, which wasn’t happening at all until a group of travellers from Stonehenge arrived unexpectedly and threw it all together at the last minute. now nothing is left to chance.

An army of 34,000 workers including 400 first-aiders puts it all together. A huge 32-ton roller is used to flatten the uneven ground to prevent sprained ankles, while tractors fitted with magnets scour the site after- wards to scoop up hundreds of lost and discarded tent pegs which could harm wildlife. There are 20 bars, 300 showers and about 4,500 toilets.

This year the site has been ex- tended to cover almost 1,300 acres with a perimeter security fence stretching almost six miles.

The BBC will be taking almost 40 miles of cable and 47 cameras, while Glastonbury even has two underground, terrorist-proof reservoirs that can each hold one million litres of water.

“It is a balancing act because Glastonbury is both farm and festival,” says infrastructure manager Phil Miller.

“You can’t just concrete the place to make the job easier. I’m a laid back chap but from the beginning of May I do have sleepless nights with lists whirring through my head. Probably my worst nightmare is beyond my control: the weather.” The Glastonbury mud is the stuff of legends. In 2005 dinghies not wellies were the order of the day when two months of rain fell on the festival in a few hours.

The main stage, the Pyramid, was under a foot of water and power was lost. half a mile of pipes has since been installed to improve drainage but almost as bad can be a long, dry spell, which results in clouds of unbearable dust as lorries trundle in.

Although it is now possible to have a “Glastonbury-lite” experience by venturing in and out for performances, some 85,000 people will camp in the Worthy Farm grounds this year. Sewage must be collected each night, stored in a 750,000-gallon lagoon and taken away for disposal in hundreds of tankers. Scores of mobile telephones, unwittingly dropped down toilets, are first fished out.

The booking of bands is a round- the-year job but work begins in earnest to prepare the site in February. Only the main stage is permanent, the other nine have to be constructed from scratch, while it takes about a month to dismantle everything.

Power cuts are a disaster in waiting for any music festival so Glastonbury has both mains electricity and sufficient generators to supply a small town in the event of a failure.

Miller says that the 15-feet high security fence, which also spans the river that cuts the site almost in two, is impenetrable.

One of the low points in the festival’s history was the post-ponement of the 2001 event to give organisers time to react to the mass invasion by gatecrashers that had happened the previous year.

The BBC has been broadcasting from the festival since 1985 on radio, followed by television coverage in 1997. Mark Cooper, the corporation’s executive producer for television, hasn’t missed a festival since those first images were beamed to the nation’s living rooms.

This year more than 16million viewers will tune in to watch the festival on three BBC channels, plus there is online coverage.

“It’s the mother of all festivals,” says Cooper. “In terms of television coverage Glastonbury has become the biggest music event in the world but we started with just eight hours on BBC2.”

This year across the BBC network, including online and on the interactive red button, there will be 157 hours of live and recorded coverage.

Its army of workers will get through 80 pints of milk and 10 tins of biscuits each day. Like Miller, Cooper fears the elements the most. Past BBC coverage has been threatened by 60mph winds and countless torrential downpours.

“At times the weather has been biblical,” says Cooper. “I can remember John Peel standing under an umbrella

in 2005 saying: ‘It’s the end of the world’. Our position was near a stream that had burst its banks and we had to rebuild it in a completely different area. no equipment is weather-proof but so far we’ve never been forced off air.

That would be unthinkable.” Cooper’s own biggest personal disaster was forgetting his wellies one year but he says. “Communications are one of the biggest issues.

“In the early days there was no mobile phone signal at Glastonbury. even now when all the trucks are linked by intercom it’s often easier to walk to sort things out but try doing that in six inches of mud or worse. It’s slow and exhausting.”

In many respects Glastonbury, which this year runs between June 24 to 27, is even bigger than events such as the World Cup when the BBC can rely on feed from host broadcasters. At the festival every minute of coverage is self-generated.

Covering Glastonbury costs the BBC an estimated £1.5million. Paul Rodgers, editor of the BBC’s 6 Music, says:

“The festival is now part of our cultural heritage.

“For us, planning is now taking place almost all year round. If we don’t get the sound right there’s not much point in us being there.”

Both 6 Music and Radio 1 will have their own studios containing charts showing where every worker and piece of equipment is. Last year the corporation had to react to the unfortunate death of Michael Jackson, which forced a sudden change of plans as reporters were dispatched to every corner of the grounds to seek reaction from the stars.

“It’s a live event so it’s inevitable that some of our coverage is on the hoof but that is what makes it so exciting,” adds Rodgers.

“The worst possible case scenario for us would be a total technical blackout.” Plenty of spares are packed because popping out to the BBC storeroom or the shops for a replacement light bulb is not really an option at the festival.

Another problem for the BBC is securing agreement from the stars about how much of their set can be broadcast. In the past David Bowie and Rod Stewart have limited live coverage to a handful of songs.

Last year Bruce Springsteen topped the bill triumphantly with a two-and-half hour set which cost the organisers a £3,000 fine for breaking a midnight curfew.

Such is the lure of the festival that leading musicians and bands regularly agree to perform for a fraction of their normal fees. Residents in the nearby hamlets of Pilton, Pill and Sticklynch are generally a tolerant lot, although some are known to decamp for festival week, or they make a few bob by renting out their homes. Tradition- ally the villagers are given free tickets.

Despite all the meticulous planning the unexpected can and does happen. This year Glastonbury lost one of its headline acts, U2, after a back injury suffered by Bono forced the band’s late withdrawal. For Michael Eavis, the dairy farm owner and Glastonbury founder, it meant a frantic search for a replacement before Gorillaz stepped in.

There is barely a big band that hasn’t performed there but he has still to entice the Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin to play. His daughter Emily, who works behind the scenes to arrange the line-up, says the main criterion for selection is stage presence.

“You need to be able to play a really good live set. We’re not bothered about how many records you’ve sold.”

They were initially told by Springsteen’s agent that they couldn’t afford him but the Boss relented after being sent a dossier about the festival’s history and donations to good causes.

The power of Glastonbury had worked its magic again.

The Cats of Riga
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Why are we in the Baltics? It’s all because of a TV program, "The Dogs of Riga." It’s a police procedural based on a book by Henning Mankell. After watching it, we found ourselves wondering what Riga is like. One thing led to another, and here we are!

So far, every cat we’ve seen in Riga has been black and white. This B&W puss was basking in the morning sun, a million miles away from everything, until we came along like a pack of paparazzi and interrupted her morning meditations. No wonder she looks miffed.

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Here Be Magic: The Source’s Apprentice>

FEAR = False Evidence Appearing Real
HOPE = Higher Order Potential Explored
LOVE = Living One Vibrant Energy

Who are you, what is the world, how did you get here, where are we going and why? Every child asks these questions, as do the mortally ill and those suddenly faced with unexpected change.

Young children (and venerable ancients) are most intimately connected to the deepest mysteries of being. All existence is a glorious mystery that inspires open minds and passionate hearts. Life begins in a rush of extraordinary emotion with an intimate embrace of the actual, immediate, visceral present and leaves deep imprints that last through the next rebirth and beyond.

Many newborn babes know answers to the deepest conundrums, yet quickly forget – distracted by the ongoing process of learning to wear a new body in a strangely demanding culture of drowsy domesticated primates. Most ‘modern’ people are quickly weaned from a sense of wonder to suckle on toxic waste and moribund notions in notional nations at war with themselves. What use are masters and mistresses of universal truths to soulless machines of industrious wastage – to self-styled half blind so-called ‘leaders’ who only require mindless cogs and obedient dogs that will work on their pet projects without question?

Eternal questions lead to cascades of answers and torrents of more questions. At some point in life all beings wonder and ponder the primal questions of life, the universe and everything. Every child knows they’re on a magical mystery tour, exploring and creating a gloriously intricate realm of intriguing riddles and sumptuous sensualities. Every freshly incarnate soul knows answers to eternal conundrums and recognises that truth must be really simple, clear and meaningful – unlike the plethora of corporate, ‘religious’ and ‘spiritual’ lies they’re fed to keep them in place in the usual fowl-brained pecking ordure.

People are rapidly weaned from infinite fonts of unending wisdom, fed on senseless half truths and superstitions by blithering wastrels until we’re self-caged in boxes and propped before blinding screens devoid of imagination, filled up with loony marching tunes, violent comical characters, warrior ‘ethics’, impersonal personalities and mobsters from the Id.

Yet every being who finds themselves living in the bosom of Gaia has the ability to flourish in a garden of freedom, art, truth and beauty – unless the divine rapture of happy revelry is beaten and brainwashed out of them by damaged control freaks. The adulteration of adulthood customarily twists each bright new spark into a carelessly forgetful servile dolt wearing uniform uniforms that suit self-styled bosses and no-one else. Yet the bright living world continues to glow and beckon with magnetic inner light, awakening inner sight and inner sense in every insightful innocent soul.

Even while selling, selling out or selling one’s soul, answers and questions lurk within, biding their time til the moment of wonder emerges anew – flowers that bud from slimy mud to bloom in the light of an unbranded bright new day.

Children know what magic is. Magic is obviously the ability to alter the fabric of ‘material reality’ at will. Adolescents and adults who quest after magical reality or ultimate truths usually encounter the teaching that magic is the ability to alter one’s level and state of consciousness at will. It transpires that these two views of magical reality are one and the same, for the world is made of mindstuff – the very same stuff you’ve made of your self.

We’re all the creator of the world we inhabit. We make and remake the cosmos we perceive from instant to instant in a seamless flow far quicker than any word or thought a monkey mind can shape or utter. We mould malleable mindstruff to fit about our hopes, dreams, desires and fears. The strongest, most emotively driven visions predominate, setting the course of our self-chosen destiny from moment to moment. At every instant new doors are opened and closed by decisive thoughts which come and go so swiftly they barely seem to register, ignored by minds entrained to self destruction through perpetual distraction.

Who won last weekend’s game? Who’ll win next week’s? Who really cares or remembers the identikit features of identical born-to-die gladiators or the meaningless trivia of daily scores? Every broadcast from the blaring, pumping, chest-thumping media is thoroughly massaged premasticated pap made to sell, sell, sell the messy message that life is hell without labels and boxes and plastic bags. The ‘news’ is a neverchanging regurgitated weather report overflowing with the meaningless mummery of falsified finance, shaggy cat stories and fishy tales about the none that got away from The System.

People aren’t encouraged to examine their minds – to investigate the source and route of each thought that passes through the easily distracted awareness of industrious sociable beings. In the kingdom of the blind, endless mindless busyness is promoted to a virtue and self-examination is regarded as ‘useless navel gazing’.

The boss will tell you that there’s plenty of time for self examination when you’re fading and tired and retired from the rat race. There’s plenty of time to be free when you’re old, weak, moribund and no longer a potential threat to the busy, dizzy status quo. Meanwhile, follow the leaders and only read parking meters – and pay through the nose for the right to exist, eat, drink and inhabit space. Do what’s expected of you and reap your reward; Work. Consume. Obey. Marry and reproduce. Die – and then begin all over again, with that alluring ‘clean slate’ – that fresh start each adult craves when they realise they’re botching Life and selling their heritage for a bowl of cold potage.

Turn on. Tune in. Opt out! The real world and real you awaits; waiting for you to discover your self.

You always get what you wish for – often when you’ve forgotten you ever wished for it – so be careful what you wish for, for wishing is magic. Each idle thought is a wilful wish when fuelled by hope or fear, love or anger or any potent emotion in the unformed ocean of eternal becoming.

Magic in a Holographic Fractal Multiverse

The cosmos is infinite, and we don’t even live in a single universe. We live in – and contain – an infinite multiverse of limitless potential.

Fractals and fractal imagery demonstrate the truth of an infinite cosmos shaping and shaped by each whole fragment of ultimate reality. Every part, particle, participle and person reflects and refracts the infinite whole – a fluid hologram altered by individual perspectives in a freewheeling free willed phantasmagoria of endless possibility and infinite variety in continuous communion with itself.

As free will is real and events are not locked into predetermined courses, there can’t be any such thing as accurate prediction – just hypnotic programs that attempt to create self-fulfilling prophecies – for all is in flux and the Book of Life is always being inscribed and rewritten as the Book of Changes. There was no single Big Bang or Creation event, for creation continues at all times in all places, everywhere and anywhen. The illusion of creation is simply the result of premillennial brainwashed minds; a dopey falsehood imagined by ‘scientists’ entrained to believe in a fantasy parental archetype – a creator god (or goddess) – by superannuated superstitions strangely exalted as ‘faiths’ or ‘religions’.

There is no god and no master, but truth, beauty, freedom and love are royally real. You are the creator. You are totally free – and ultimately responsible for everything! No guilt, honour, opprobrium or any other imaginary construct applies to you as a result of your creation. Mistakes are impossible in an infinite multiverse; all is research and all is Art. Yet some artistic creations are more pleasing to the senses than others and some acts far more compassionate and conscious. The holographic nature of reality assures that everyone IS everyone and that one simple ‘rule’ actually does apply to all human behaviour and discourse – the eternal Golden Rule; do as you’d be done by.

You create (your own) reality. How are you doing it? Self-styled creators tend to develop an exalted opinion of themselves, in the false belief they’re in charge of everyone and everything else – yet everyone is in charge of and charged by their own ongoing freeform destiny, ultimately beholden to no other yet intricately interlinked with all. Everyone is divine, a whole fractal facet of everyone and everything.

You magnetise reality, shaping and guiding the transitory ‘material world’ to follow the pattern of your dreaming. How are you doing it? Are you actually moulding the infinite potential of possibility itself, or are you selecting the best of all possible worlds from the myriad pre-existing choices available – or both, or neither? Are you a corpse that died at an earlier time, dreaming the ongoing world as you decompose into soil? Are you a Neo(tonous being) imagining a preprogrammed life in an artificial matrix?

How can you truly know the truth?

By examining each thought and image that enters your mind, and seeing from whence it arises. By meditating, and truly SEEING the sea of mentality through which you’re swimming until you find the still, pure centre where the true you abides, becoming the source of all creation at the centre of the cyclone, wreathed in the swirling spin of everchanging thoughtforms and myriad potential.

Kaleidoscopic Cosmos

There is another way of viewing the kaleidoscopic cosmos. Matter doesn’t exist. It’s an illusion created by apparent ‘particles’ which also don’t exist in ‘real’ terms, but are actually eddies formed by intricately interlocking standing waves. We live in a fluid fractal hologram. All patterns echo the primal form from which all other fractal versions and visions are derived; the vortex at the core of all things, the shape of the cosmos itself.

Every ‘electron’ and every other vortexial fragment of wholistic unity holds a holographic image of everything within its spinning skein. Every grain of a holographic image contains an image of the whole picture, and every vortex is implicately linked to all others at all levels of resolution.

In quantum theory an ‘electron’ is said to rotate around its axis more than once during each rotation, circling through infinite plena of potentials (other universes) before returning to the phase – the place – from which it’s observed. Thus every part of all possible universes is in potential and actual contact with every other part, at all levels of resolution – and so are you.

Every cloud is a fractal representation of every other cloud. All clouds are different yet similar forms, all exhibiting tendencies we recognise as ‘cloudness’. All trees are fractal representations of every other tree. Every person is a fractal representation of every other person. Every ‘universe’ is a fractal representation of every other universe, and all are intimately linked in the most fundamental ways. All forms are representation of the primordial vortex, the wellspring from which all arises.

Everything we perceive/conceive/receive is produced by standing waves, and standing waves are formed between complementary poles. Every thing vibrates between its core and extremities – the poles of creation – yet the extremities and core of every single thing extend forever and are linked to literally everything.

We live in a far greater reality than a simple single universe. The universe we perceive is a tendency that tends to maintain its apparent form and substance almost wherever we look, but if you step back from the brink of egocentric personality and really see you’ll notice differences and changes all around and within you, all the time. We are part and parcel of everything, and everything changes all the time in ways too varied to mention. Everyone is surfing through spacetimes and everyone gets exactly what they wish for with their most wilful impassioned desires.

Hopes and dreams – affirmations – predominate over fears and insecurities when you invest them with awareness, focus and consideration. Hopes manifest most easily when they dovetail with the dreams of other beings in a mutually reinforcing matrix. Hope for the best! Dare to dream of Paradise – for all.

Psychic abilities are real and available; you enact their reality all the time. Telepathy is an ongoing eternal reality; not something to be achieved, but recognised. The same applies to all psi abilities or ‘psychic powers’. Learning magic begins with the simple recognition –reknowing – that it exists, and you are already ‘doing’ it. That’s how you got here. That’s why you’re reading this.

.You are implicately and inextricably interwoven with the entire potential cosmos. To activate a broader awareness of all this potential you have to explore the core of your being and the limitless bounds of self. The whole whirled world is whorled from mindstuff and thou art god.

And myriad other beings already know this. We soar from the shoulders of giants.

Way Out, Far In

To begin any magical operation draw a circle around yourself, starting in the East. Do it now. In the southern hemisphere of this spinning Earth sphere the circle of protection is drawn clockwise (looking down from above). The opposite pertains in the northern hemisphere.

The circle is an inviolable horizon and you are its centre. All possibilities exist between the horizon and the core. Arrange your body so your spine is erect and your breathing is full and clear – this can take a single moment or many years to achieve, depending on where you’re at and how you came to be here now.

See where you’re seeing the world from. Move that point of awareness – the place where you live – into the centre of your head. Do it now. View the world from the centre of centres and watch your peripheral vision expand – you’re already aware of far more than you think.

Listen to the thoughts you think you’re thinking… see them circling round the inviolate centre where you reside… the centre where nothing exists… in the Heavenly Pool at the core of creation.

You are not the thoughts, but the still silent witness within. Become the nothing that sees and is everything. When you’re here the void is clear, not dark at all but filled with the light of eternal awareness. Be here now. Be free…

You are already immortal You don’t have to die to change or be free. You just have to recognise yourself in every thing and every one… and set it all free to be in victorious sweet surrender…

When you’re located at the still centre of the cycle, place this centre directly above the equally still and central point at the centre of the bowl of your hips – your water-centre of ‘gravity’, the hara or navel chakra, below and behind your physical navel. You can view the world from here as well, with a differing perspective that creates a different style of consciousness. Breathe deeply from and into this core and fill it with chi, prana, the Holy Spirit.

When your spine is straight and the waters above are directly above the waters below, a current begins that sparks the fusion, creating the pure flame of an opening, flowering heart.

Breathe…

If you do this and seek the truth all teachings will follow and flow through you, manifesting from the limitless potential of our massive multiplayer online cocreation. Be the immortal that witnesses all from the core of breath and being. Remove the screen from your eyes and BE HERE NOW. We create the best of all possible worlds… together.

It’s a beautiful, wonderful world.

All things in all times in all places are one thing, and that thing is love

– R. Ayana

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