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"i that there`s an awful lot of mung, but i think i`ve a lot of net and tunged in a little wheat duhvayden"
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I am humbled
to be mud of this world.
For earth is its flesh and water - its blood.
Current Mood:
awake awake
Current Music:
Wubbaduck ft. SirMark - Nightmare After Christmas
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the mind without
I suppose they could have been described in more detail - as something more than monks, but at that moment in time I could not think of another single word that suits these warriors. In fact, I don`t even know if I could call them warriors because the word implies war and fighting and introduces constructs of aggression into a mind that is within. Only by having such semantic structures a mentality is affected and bent into a seeming control. These were warriors who did not fight. They were the truth embodied that exists within the juxtaposition of the opposites; in an organic harmony in which truth is caressed by both hands and not pulled by each. Light flew in their wake as they swept into the battlefield with nobody setting up their entrance with a blowing horn or orders from above a horse. Unassuming as earth and heaven they seemed to perform swift and disciplined strikes on any warrior standing in their path - one by one they stood in melee on the field and taking no particular attention to any side of the conflict, left its fighters on their knees or laying on the ground. They did not seem to carry any weapons and fought with their bare hands only, nor did any steel seemed to cut or bludgeon them as they moved through the ranks of men blinded by rage and fear and pain of war. I could not understand their motions, even though I have seen many battles and seen many ways in which a man can achieve great agility in a fight, but this was not a kind of speed that seemed to come from a strenuous force or tension; I can only describe it as a kind of speed that one understands by abandoning the words 'quick' and 'slow'. They moved effortlessly, with grace and confidence which would befit an old servant of a hill-temple who has swept its floors for sixty years and has smiled to everyone he has ever met. It was not them who were the force, they only seemed to bend the violence of the battle around them to their own will; like the invisible force that calms a storm that we never think about. To my left, I saw my general adamant in his resolve that this is just another enemy and nobody sounded the retreat nor did we have any reinforcements left. The battle seemed to have been won by tooth and nail before the monks swept it away. There was an air of stupefied daze, because nobody had experienced such an outcome on a battlefield before. There was no enemy left, yet there were also no men to take home, the fighting was over, but there was no victor. The monks disappeared into the west like wind in the same unheeding manner they had come. It did not smell like after any battle that I had been to before. Usually there was a heavy smell of blood and despair that came from the field, but for a moment I felt like there was a fragrance in the air that comes from your skin when you have been laying in the Sun for the day. I dismissed it as my own shock at first, but it must have provoked me unknowingly. I realized that I was not afraid, that I had not been afraid from the battlefield like I usually am. I can't stand the thick iron smell of blood; it makes me nauseous and the furious fighting is the same in every battlefield of war - men are sent into them to become animals and usually I want nothing to do with them, but I had started galloping my horse towards the battlefield. As I reached its edge I heard all of the usual sounds that come from dying men and I instantly turned back disappointed, but listening, I realized that the crying and sobbing I heard was not filled with the usual horrors of war that my mind assumed. The trumpets in the camps on both sides had started proclaiming sounds of victory as I turned back again and neared some of the closest men on the ground to inspect them. Some were sitting on their knees still, like weird scarecrow puppets with all the fury and in some cases - life gone from them. The armaments of men had been different for different regiments - some had plate, some mail, some unfortunate had also just the leather. I kneeled near a man of our own, in plate, on the ground who was sobbing and I asked him if he was here and if he could explain what happened. He answered nothing and I assumed he was in shock as is customary after a battle. I further tried to determine whether this man had been wounded and found no visible slashes or piercing elements in his flesh or armour, but when I moved away a rag of some garb from his chest I noticed there was a hole about the size of a palm with no fingers in his chestpiece right about where his heart should be. There was no weaponry to my knowledge capable of inflicting such damage on plate armour in melee that would leave the man in it alive also. I felt that scent of skin that has been caressed by the Sun again and now that I think of it, it held in the air above that battlefield like the smell of rain after a thunderstorm. The hole in the armor was almost as if melted through, but with no signs of anything burnt. The man suddenly started speaking and I realized that the sobs I had been hearing all around were different from usual because they had been filled not with fear or pain, but with remorse and humility and what can only be described as love. "Did you see the light?", the man asked me through tears that were flowing in a constant stream down his cheeks onto the battlefield. And it dawned upon me like the Sun dawns upon every living thing on this Earth - I was not made sad or happy at that moment, nor was I thinking of some event or consequence; my mind was not thinking of anything at all and I did not feel any emotion in the associative sense, but I did see. I saw in the sense that I felt it as real as seeing something - I felt the truth that is inbetween happiness and sadness and has nothing to do with either of these things yet still being both of these things at the same time and I could not help myself but to weep. I lifted my head and saw that the man kneeling was also in fact alive and crying and he was not of our men, but he was kneeling over one of our men and he was not just sobbing anymore, he was wailing and shaking without control over his own body, rocking to and fro, repeating to the man on the ground: "I`m sorry!" and hugging him again and again. He had the same kind of a hole on the back of his armour - his heart had been reached from the back. A single monk had stood against every individual man on this battlefield, looked at the man without judgement, accepted his fury and let it slip off through themselves, and with immeasurable force put his hand through any armour only to stop it before it touched the flesh with another palm that is not made of force, but bears the presence of strength that begets no questions. The man on the ground near me asked again if I had seen the light and now with tears in my eyes I knew that I had. I answered with a nod and our eyes met and held strong and there was no madness or delusion or lies or fear in this man`s eyes, I looked about and a bit further away there were men getting up and helping each other get up, no matter which side they were on before, and putting all their weapons in just-formed piles and around the edges of the battlefield I could see that men were simply walking away with the same air of confidence as the fleeting monks, albeit slower, while the trumpets of victory were fading away towards one kingdom or another with the generals still standing there at each side shouting new orders, also fading...
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AASFSAJHDGHRGJ
MÍLESTÍBA SPÍD!
Current Mood:
high high
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never change
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Third for Gon futas.
Current Mood:
inspired inspired
Current Music:
Karma Fields — Tristam x Karma Fields | Build The Cities
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šodien programmēju virtuālo realitāti.
vēl man pateica, ka esmu tik liels, ka neietilptu kosmosā. Tā arī jūtos reizēm.
Vēl es ēdu auzu pārslu putru medus pienā vārītu ar riekstu sviestu, aprikožu zapti un ziedputekšņiem.
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My visions.
I see islands, like ships, sustained and built on a living material that flows underwater. Algae downward towers that give both light and warmth to the island as well as give shelter and populate the sea life. And wind as well can be used on these islands. They live as much as provide housing for the humanity. By our advanced knowledge and technology we can safely presume where it would be safe to be for such islands as some seas might be too turbulent. One could even tie such an island to the seabed. Or there could be types that could be reliably predictable in their movements and used as transport and some - static. The current communication technologies are already advanced enough that this is feasible to keep people connected. These islands would also work as active sea cleansing machines - not polluters. I also know there is some magic going on in the physics and chemistry of new materials which would make these islands feasible as well as provide filtering for the natural waste produced by inhabitants of such an island. And it would not need much in terms of transportation of wares/goods. Most of what is deemed 'necessary' for any 'civilized' settlement is generated by the current state of culture and economy - and a lot of it is really unnecessary. For this to work, of course, the civilization has to evolve from the greedy consumerist approach that assumes the scarcity of resources and functions entirely on blind acquisition without taking note of any holistic consequences. There would be no need for 'deliveries' of processed foods that have been hauled over half of the world for the sake of increasing GDP, there would be no need for redundant, cheap electronics made so that they break in a year or so so that people would need to replace them, there would be no need for 'clothes' emporiums that sell lowest possible quality rags made in some place far away by cheap and guarded laborers. All of this can be produced by people themselves and supplied for in quality that makes so much work unnecessary and the interconnectednes that we can observe today already provides most of these things, like the open source nature of so many electronics and software projects, for example and 3D printing has conceptually already made so many corporate industries redundant. We need teachers, we need doctors and scholars, scientists of all kinds, but most of all we need people who are interested, not employees. As Russell wrote in his book about revolution that is often misquoted, you have to see the `evolution` and `re` and re-think the concept of what that suggests. Oh right, I talked to Russell in a dream tonight! :D
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the sun
the sun
Current Mood:
the sun
Current Music:
the sun
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25. Janvāris
un es visu nakti savā istabā kaut ko rakstu pie atvērta loga un ir tik smaržīga, klusa un silta nakts. Pirmais pilnmēness pēc ziemas.
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Es redzu.
Es redzu kā Mēness lec arī pa dienu un nakts pirmajā pusē jau ir norietējis. Es redzu saistības ar Sauli, kad tas uzlec un noriet savos laikos. Es redzu kā Saule pamanās atkal iespīdēt manā logā un pie mana apvāršņa katru dienu ceļas pa milimetriem augstāk. Bet milimetri tie ir tikai man. Pulksteņi nav vajadzīgi tai dzīvē, kur es esmu dzīvs.
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a tu esi
kādreiz pamodies ar ziliem matiem un pats pa pusei zils nokrāsots?
Current Mood:
arfarfarf arfarfarf
Current Music:
DOCTOR VOX - Hero
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the curious feeling
of letting go
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That who does not see god in everything, does not see god at all.
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We judge most the ones we care about.
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and if you awake from this illusion
and understand that black implies white, self implies other and death implies life, you can feel yourself.
Current Music:
Killigrew - Deeper Still
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Kā arī.
Šā rīta un sapņu atklāsmēs: "Saprast ko tev vajag darīt var darot to ko tev gribās." Un šorīt pēc ļoti ilgiem laikiem uzaust Saule.
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Pēdējais neordinārais pārsteidzošais mūzikatklājums.
Ir Spāņu reps sievietes izpildījumā.
Current Music:
Ana Tijoux - 1977
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Interesants gads.
Man nekad dzīvē nav pienācis tik daudz apsveikumu uz šito laiku.
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sasmējos
'merciless' Latviski rakstās kā 'mērcītes'
:D
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Mani padara nervozu jau manas pašas pirmās saņemtās publiskās refleksijas par to ko es daru. Ne kaut kā personīgi, bet tāpēc, ka masu izpratne par to kam ir noderīgs un kādu funkciju pilda tehnoloģiju progress, tiek pretstatīta dzīvībai un cilvēklabumam.
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