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Photo-Synthesis
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Clean Slate
At the turn of the year, the glass-slate between screen and keyboard was still filled with notes, as it was during the months leading to the publication of the message IMpossible Tudo :: N*OVO This photo was taken the day after the publication, after cleaning the glass-slate. . . . . .three days later, already filled with new notes. . . . . .but it seemed important to register and bring here the INterval Present Rising Post, by night Rainbow Star Centred Above Inside Infinite Outside 8
4 the Loves13 . . .
In this vase in my building, which i see every friday, only this friday 13th of January 2017 was i able to witness that not only it contained clovers but it contained 1 clover with 4 lieves-hearts. No! Not just 1 but the 9 clovers with 4 leaves-hearts that i discovered one by one, in Secret Accomplice Increasing Implosion of Love Joy Gratitude.
The 13th being the Loves13 day of Celebration between my children and i, only with them did i share this multi-discovery, with no photos, to ConCentrate it. And indeed it was ConCentrated. Only later did i take the photos.
Only later am i sharing it here. I reserve to myself all that i could add to it, so You can Feel for Yourself and in Yourself what Significance this Gift brings to this Moment . . . a*NEW . . .
Moment 1
Moment 2
Moment 3
Moment 4
Moment 5
Moment 6
Moment 7
Moment 8
Moment 9
LIFE HAS ITS MOMENTS
Can you separate this Pulse? I can't. And neither can Life. Potent Art, more than electric, is Pulsating. There is a distinction and complementarity between "creating" and "making." Jan. 14, 2017
A transtemporal composition at the corner of home where the Electricity Board, in Sucupira wood, is located. I never wanted to hide it, but rather integrate it: 3 Tree also heart-leaves kept inside a book and then placed there years ago; 2 of the letters found at the beach, more recently placed there; 3 letters i made, added on Jan.13-14, 2017. [Younger Afonso's "All Star" sneakers hanging over the floor and entering home . . . calling for my baby son, and, bringing a red called there . . . ]
Can you separate this Pulse? I can't. And neither can Life. Potent Art, more than electric, is Pulsating. There is a distinction and complementarity between "creating" and "making." Jan. 14, 2017
. . . from and with a Pulsating
TruTHfully Yours
Loves13 ReLoaded
One week after friday 13th of Jan., today, friday 20th of Jan., i revisited the vase and recounted the clovers with 4 leaves-hearts, including the newly-born: 13
Meanwile, the day after the previous above publication . . .
. . . i found this graffiti at São João do Estoril area of Cascais Walking Seawall in Jan. 16, 2017 The Message is Felt and Transmitted in the code-art that is Singular to each one and each moment, but It is still One and the Same . . . Universal, and, Addressed . . .
TO GIVE MYSELF BACK TO THE HEART
. . . MOMENTS
Another week, another friday later, recounted and reconfirmed the clovers with 4 leaves-hearts, not necessarily all the same, but a constant 13 still . . .
Few days later, on Jan. 25, another kind of Moment ocurred connecting with this Circle 10: upon accessing the smartphone photo gallery to delete the last photo taken, by mistake i marked and deleted the whole camera folder in the gallery instead of the 1 photo. Serenely facing the loss, to me irreversible, few minutes later i sent a short audio to my children, telling about the occurrence only as the context of the central feeling of which i wanted to pass on testimony:
"Besides the loss, what comes to me more significantly
is what i want to say to you: all that was left was what i have shared."
Later, Alexandre forwarded me an app to recover photos, i installed it and did the procedure, only to reconfirm right away that the ones recovered were only the ones i already had because i had shared them.
Moments were lost which the camera and the app could not recover,
but they remain in my Heart Disc, as photos do . . .
. . . as the image that few hours ago, already at night, on this Jan. 31, while seated at the Setting side of home, my eyes captured upon glancing through the window in that direction: a Crescent Moon, phenomenally large and yellowish, perfectly layed down, as if smiling to me, side by side with Venus, perfectly aligned with it horizontally, at a very short distance to the right . . . yes, i tried to photograph it, no, the camera did not capture it . . . i shared an audio-photo with a few while contemplating it descending and disappearing on the Setting horizon, despite Crescent . . . Again i notice that, more than the Full and the New ones, the two latest Crescent Moons have been the ones speaking to me . . .
None of this would i have shared, if it wasn't for the Moon appearing there
by surprise, reminding that not all is photographed with a camera,
and if it wasn't for this sound theme i came across with today, which musically marked the day, in surprising rhythmic, melodic and even lyrics synch, as if wanting to consecrate and celebrate the importance of Mo[ve]ments . . .
Well friends are made along the way
A journey we can't recreate
In these moments I lose focus
I never over complicate
I know the way I operate
In these moments.
Oh I feel as though I'm moving this time
So don't try to stop me now
No don't try to stop me now
Oh I feel as though I'm moving this time
So don't try to stop me now
No don't try to stop me now.
I have to move to feel like me
The sun is standing square on me
In these moments I lose focus
So never over complicate
Just know the way you operate
In these moments.
I was going to say that this would be the fist time i'd publish on Circle 10 Photography without adding any photo, when suddenly remembered this one taken to my notebook screen tonight using camera when i saw this pic of Afonso and girlfriend on her Instagram, to ask them if they were suspended in the air. Afonso answered "slackline". Only then did i see it tied to the two trees. Seems like it is announcing what the Destiny Mo[ve]ment is Joyful-Grateful for seeing it confirmed this way
"Feet Baptism"
February 2, aniversary of Iemanjá, as said to me by Afonso's girlfriend, C*, who, having grown up in the São Paulo north-coast, Brazil, for the first time was not able to be by the sea for the occasion, as was her ritual. I offered to go on her behalf, bringing with me her intent to express a special thanks. Few minutes before Sunset, i rushed out.
I found It already over the sea line, singularly beautiful and white, appearing like a Moon. I could sense that
more people went there for the same occasion, as the motion was not the usual, there was a distinct
aura in the air, the sea was intense, flying splashes leaving my lips salty . . .
. . . it was a special trip . . . the usual communion was increased . . . Mutual Gratitude . . .
visualize and advance the three slideshows simultaneously
Before climbing down to the beach, at the cliff, near Pedra do Sal, São Pedro do Estoril Feb. 2, 2017
The sea was reaching the seawall.
Right before getting down to the beach, closer, by the seawall edge, a couple of meters above the sand . . . wearing the principal sneakers.
Before climbing down to the beach, at the cliff, near Pedra do Sal, São Pedro do Estoril Feb. 2, 2017
Beach bar.
On the sand.
Shortly before the next major wave came in, without me seeing it . . .
I was writing C*'s name, without watching the sea. The wave came in, washed over her name, covered my feet. A heat and comfort wave-reaction followed. There, i called it "feet baptism". Now, Baptism of Fire . . . Ignited Water.
" . . . eu e ela . . . "
At night C* shared with me this photo of herself taken in summer Brazil 2015, saying: "A photo that explains well me and her <3" ( her = Iemanjá ) Later, i said: "i really liked this photo . . . i read you, i recognize myself, i miss me, this way, in the Water, in the Sea ~ ~ ~" C* said she'll print this photo for the two of us. C* is 18, a photographer, studying Photography. At a final moment of this composition, on Feb 3, the music line "I'll Be There" sounded within me.
Home Star Rainbow over the Pine Wood Stairs
. . . a single photo, unexpected unfoldings . . .
Because i started my day with a rainbow in São Paulo, sent by Alexandre, i wanted to send him a rainbow in São Pedro, given that is was the morning time when the Star projects them. The one i sent him was over Sucupira, this one was over Pine, of step 3 of the stairs, which called for the 5 home Pine cones, its Fruits. The Rainbow Knows . . . (The camera pixels don't capture the full colour spectrum captured by the eyes) Feb. 5, 2017 (unfoldings below)
Angelic Reinforcements
The morning after the above publication, this was the music video
i found on the top of the youtube page, via smartphone.
So, my day ends as it started . . . musically, angelically.
(headphones recommended, always, here in special, also in high volume, in Stillness)
Between morning and night, this was the meeting point with myself in the afternoon, at Cascais marina, on my way to my secret spot . . . there and here, travelling without moving . . . Perfect triangulation of quadrants, captured from the only possible angle, ascendent, uniting Earth and Celestial Reamls
Multi-Blessing...
. . . to Singles who Double,
in Mirroring their Pairs-IN-Soul,
so these can INtegrate their personal traits and goals
. . . here, in my own backstaged Double9 Symph . . .
Multi-Blessing 11:11 The movie below, which years ago deeply touched me, was re-evoked yesterday, in turn bringing back the Harmonica that belonged to my father, where i already used to play that melody. This morning, i played and recorded it, in the kitchen, in a kind of quick go but not with the full momentum it could reach . . . in a kind of recapitulation-intro, pre-Concert . . . - audio above to the left of this image (Feb. 14)
Multi-Blessing 11:22 Contemplating once again the Beautiful Blessing engraved on the metal, this time i photographed it, and upon applying it to the smartphone background screen, i was surprised by the way it synchronized with the standard-design screen elements (only showed after applying the image), amplifying and dynamizing the circle with the single icon . . . This called for a Full capture . . . twice at the Ideal Hour . . .
"You look like a woman . . . but can you conduct ?"
(earphones, full senses, full volume, please)
Eye See You
a n d
I've got a feeling somebody's watching me
. . . hopefully with the same Eye . . .
When the Sun turns into Moon
. . . before eclipsing Itself . . .
Went to Cascais, via SeaWall, as always Back home, Cascais already in the distance When the Sun departs this way, disguised as Moon, or secretly Married to It, as in my Birth Photography, in the same Solar Sign (Aries) of Fire, the inability of the lens to focus better gave me this soothing blurring of contours, whose Centre doesn't allow It to be confused with a mirage . . . after another Seeding journey into still arid human soils. . .
. . . hence, this Soul, via its (Cancer) Ascendant's element, searches for a watery mirror, serene, translucent, reserved...but not separated from its constant undulation over there, in the ebb tide...where the seagull wanted to be captured, confirming the lightness and liberation to which all Seeding Aspires, once accepted in the soil. . . Grateful for the Home return. Grateful to Jamie, in this intimate watery song, with which I started this morning and close the night. Feb.22, 2017
Went to Cascais, via SeaWall, as always Back home, Cascais already in the distance When the Sun departs this way, disguised as Moon, or secretly Married to It, as in my Birth Photography, in the same Solar Sign (Aries) of Fire, the inability of the lens to focus better gave me this soothing blurring of contours, whose Centre doesn't allow It to be confused with a mirage . . . after another Seeding journey into still arid human soils. . .
Waterfront
I decided to go out and breathe in the air I was made for
There were ten thousand greys in the sky
Not a single soul around
Seems no one likes to be rained on
Seems no one likes to be rained on
Come and flow wherever it takes you
Come on and flow
And on the waterfront I walked
The water was moving so graceful
I felt all of my fears fall away
And I sat down and closed my eyes
The sound on the breeze was my cradle
The sound on the breeze was my cradle
Come and flow wherever it takes you
Come on and flow wherever it takes you
Come on and flow wherever it takes you
Come on and flow
And I decided to go out and breathe in
the air I was made for
The air I was made for
When
Where
How
Star-Seeders Blossom
Closed little Stars starting to Open, was what i saw in the mini flower buds of this plant, yesterday Feb. 22, in another earth contact before the Lunar Sun by the sea . . . In a same Star Family, we may not blossom all at the same time . . . we may Star*t in Pairs . . .
. . . but invariably we form a Unity, and whether or not we are in personal contact, the Connection is Real at a Level It cannot be denied . . . And even if we have distinct Missions-Functions-Tasks and recipients, the Action Plane that Drives us makes our Position Cohesive, by Igniting the Flame where the Calling is ConCentrated, and extinguishing It where It becomes dispersed . . . Grateful to the Star Family members who keep Tuned Attention Here. Eye Truly See You.
Closed little Stars starting to Open, was what i saw in the mini flower buds of this plant, yesterday Feb. 22, in another earth contact before the Lunar Sun by the sea . . . In a same Star Family, we may not blossom all at the same time . . . we may Star*t in Pairs . . .
It is still possible to Blossom in arid toxic soils, and with apparently unequal conditions. Them and I are not strangers to each other in this apparent disproportion. They know I See them and stop to joyfully contemplate them, anew each time. I do not impose my presence to them, I bring them My Presence. My Presence-presence is One. For now, here, i go around them. Soon, i'll soar over them close to the ground, as I already do in D+, with no machines, no magic, Pure Inner Technology.
I love this tiny flower in which i see myself so much, as a miniature of myself, as a Multi-scale Daisy, before i ever knew the latter was the flower attributed to my Solar Sign. And she too enjoys Blossoming in Pair . . .
The Sun over the Soil by the Sea... YES, the whole cliff Blossoms, even in erosion, in its continuous and inevitable Receiving and Giving Light, saying: - Humans, remember, actualize. Dissolve comparison as habit. Only those who don't yet Know ThemSelves as Multi-D might see me as giant or need to reduce me to feel "equal". I, treat You as though you already Know. If I make you feel disproportion, most likely you are still denying YourSelf, identified mostly with your 3-D-self.
It is still possible to Blossom in arid toxic soils, and with apparently unequal conditions. Them and I are not strangers to each other in this apparent disproportion. They know I See them and stop to joyfully contemplate them, anew each time. I do not impose my presence to them, I bring them My Presence. My Presence-presence is One. For now, here, i go around them. Soon, i'll soar over them close to the ground, as I already do in D+, with no machines, no magic, Pure Inner Technology.
We are all-terrain We are Activated and Activating Potency We are Sign behind Symbol Clipped photos of street covers Above on the right, beach cliff São Pedro do Estoril Feb. 24, 2017
We pay Attention where we walk. We Recognize, Imprint, Seed the Source Insignia beyond our human intentions and acquired knowledge. We don't defend ourselves from the Task, or avoid wearing ourselves down in It, because the LAW Acts and Restores. We don't fear being afraid. High Potency is dangerous only where not applicable. We don't seek or impose It. Cosmic Rays Act on Their Own, Where Necessary. They are not human creation. Feel: after i've left, Something remains in Action . . .
Do not doubt the Presence and Power of LOVE in this Action
Starring . . .
...the two Constant Little Stars in my life... Photo always evoked, for the Electric Brightness captured in them, and also because Afonso is in the air, jumping - reminds me of my soaring close to the ground in D+, not a jump nor a metaphor... The rock concert with electrical extension and beach shovel "microphones" was this backstage mom's idea and improvisation, but only to aplaude by the stage: YOU ROCK! Alexandre 5, Afonso 3 New year's eve 2000-2001, BR beach house, Camburi Feb. 27
Starring II . . .
Within the SisterBrotherHood that prevails behind and behond all [my] human interaction, this eternal child-like woman that i am knows not and cannot un-Love. Therefore, I Release, Wholeheartedly, in whichever direction you may be, That which in me cannot be extinguished or fragmented,
because Its Origine and Destiny is always the Original Matrix.
You may lose yourself and from me,
but You Find Me in the same Place, when Union is the Focus of Your Gaze
Dedicated to a sister. In synchronicity with my Antenna-son
. Alexandre had again placed this original image of his collection on the cover of his page. When i saw it, i asked him if it reflected some loss. No, he just wanted a change and chose this one. I shared my feeling about this looking-back (left-turned) sense, and suggested an Edit: to invert the image to the right and then join both in converging Encounter. He received the INsight with enthusiasm and made the edit, exactly with the same steps i had imagined, but not told him.
He then published this triple-sequence slideshow on his Instagram, with the accomplice note "(feat. maria tudo)" (*) . . . which dispenses the written part on the right, which i was not in Tune with in the original image either . . .
. . . but then, upon noticing that at the end the string on the left had disappeared, i asked him if it was intentional. No, he just chose to leave only the entire original balloon-heart . . . . . . and in this small detail, Readings Multiply . . . in silent synch for this observer who herein shares [her] Life in images, transtemporally . . . (*) So, no, it has not to do with Hope, it has to do with INner Stability.
. Alexandre had again placed this original image of his collection on the cover of his page. When i saw it, i asked him if it reflected some loss. No, he just wanted a change and chose this one. I shared my feeling about this looking-back (left-turned) sense, and suggested an Edit: to invert the image to the right and then join both in converging Encounter. He received the INsight with enthusiasm and made the edit, exactly with the same steps i had imagined, but not told him.
(*)
. . . even when and where the appearances may be
either undermindingly or overwhelmingly misleading
Graffiti Art photographed by a friend at my request, as i didn't have a camera with me Santarém, Portugal, 2013 Here, March 9
Do not doubt the Presence and Power of LOVE in this Action
Starring III . . .
Few minutes before 21h, seated at the Rising Post, a significant sequence culminated this way, as i raised my gaze and found the Moon perfectly aligned above the Star, during the short time that it is visible in this vision field. Full Moon, in Virgo, on this date, so i came to know few days earlier. As i was writting this, the smartphone screen next to me lit up, showing 21:21 - So Be It on this day 12 of March . . . i stay tuned to whatever the Star wants to Constellate . . .
Starring. . .IV ?
...i still haven't disappeared... ...but almost, it seems... It seems like the most recent photo illustration of Sunny Ghost . . . to the point of spooking myself upon seeing how the photo resulted, taken without looking, the day after Starring III pic. -- i'm facing the Sun, but the camera was inverted, facing me, as i wanted to capture myself under the Sun and next to the green that overflows the wall . . . i did not expect such an image . . . Taken in March 13 Shared here on April 13
As i was about to delete this and a second photo which also resulted this way, i sensed i should wait, even though i also felt this was not meant to be shared, and i wouldn't have brought it here if it wasn't for a synch succession.
"You have an electricity problem"
- a story -
Rewinding to February, the PC i use on the Rising side of home had stopped working, or rather, it switched on without starting the system, while the notebook PC i usually use on the Setting side of home had also started malfunctioning due to long use, plus the fact that this one doesn't capture the net signal efficiently on the Rising side (limitations inherent in using external wifi). After weeks without a solution, only using the notebook as basic support but without feeling the conditions to start anything in it, one day as i was also sitting in front of the beach, but at a higher spot, i expressed inwardly my perplexity before this recurring problem and i surrendered to Higher Consideration my intention to persist in digital writing and composition as my only vocational impulse of externalization at the present moment. At that very instant i called the technician to ask if he had any news, to which he replied that the PC had no repair, but, that it had just appeared a very identical PC to be sold for a symbolic price, which had belonged to a gentleman who had just passed away in his 90's, and whose occupation was to write small books. I felt in this a clear immediate response to my surrender, in this singularly synchronous way full of a typical Cosmic Humor: "Here's your Ghost Writer PC, now go and write!" On March 8 i received the "new" computer at home, noting that it was of the same brand of my notebook PC which i highly appreciate.
However, one week later i was already facing a first problem with this one too, followed by some other occurrences, until it stopped working altogether, or rather, switched on without starting the system, on March 29. I called the technician again, who came on March 31, and who upon observing the PC still at home, and consering the previous problems, told me:
"You have an electricity problem". He then took the PC with him to his shop where it switched and started the system normally. Afer a testing period and a small batery change, he brought it back to me on April 11. Meanwhile, the notebook PC improved on its own.
Of course he was referring to variations in the electric tension at home (of which i had no previous record), but i heard him through more than one door, as can be deduced from my flow on this page. And, recently, more than once the sensor door of the supermarket where i always shop did not open for me to exit, no matter how i moved it seemed to not detect me, and yet another person appeared right next to me and the door opened normally. And, this last weekend as i had the opportunity and curiosity to measure my blood pressure in an available electronic pulse device, it wouldn't capture my pulse at the first two attempts, registering zero.
On a parallel, later on that March 29 i filmed the Geomag IMpossible Crown again, this time capturing a more rapid spin that does not allow a definite perception of the direction in which it is spining, joining both directions in a single movement, as Synthesis Crown that it is, also illustrating how the multi-4 straight lines are synthesized in a circular motion, whose acceleration produces a deceleration effect - Gravitations in progress.
Video again paired with the mini-player with the main soundtrack theme of the Arrival movie. A curiosity associated with the previous video at the top of this page is that at a certain point i checked it on YouTube to know how the views were counted, this video being in auto-play and loop mode. At that time there were between two and three hundred views, which i found to be normal. Later i noticed that it changed to 12, unchanged until today (April 13).
The curiosity to know in what number will this second video, also in auto-play and loop mode, stabilize, remains open. I can say that at the time of this post it has more than 80 (not shared elsewhere, just pre-visualized here).
I have been recording these small phenomena, which evoke others retrospectively,
along with a particular INner Multi-Flow which i continuously record in my logbook.
No, not everything is to be shared here, at least not immediately, linearly
. . . although this photo took place the day after the previous one . . .
There are other Sequences to be respected.
However, this is enough to leave the question in the air:
What is happening to me? Us? The Earth?
. . . do not be spooked by reality overcoming so-called fiction . . .
Parallel developments under way at 12, since a month ago,
with stops in writing-composition, but not in the Flow of Life that Originates it.
By accepting the waiting, you transcend the waiting in the Sphere-Time.
Do not make deductions. Do not jump to conclusions.
Do not anticipate. Do not spy.
Re-Member and Re-Unite, in Tune Synch Synth
Postal-free, brought in last year, found its place at the home entrance, Calling the Agglutinating Nuclear Family . . . The clipped photo, whose image also resembles a camera, on this Loves13* celebration-date, took the shape of Lights13 in a Single Flame. . . Photographed and shared with my kids on March 13 Shared here on April 13
. . . in a Single Flame on top of my MetLoveFoses* Circle of red heart, here protected inside a transparent chamber (half of a petri dish), over the semi-frosted glass that covers the postcard on a wooden shelf of Pine - elements that you could not deduce by the first photo, each of them having things to say on their own, in particular to those who already know the Flow maria-tudo, exposed and not exposed in my WebSpace . . . * Circles 6 and 13 | G + (link on 11) | 12 . . .
Postal-free, brought in last year, found its place at the home entrance, Calling the Agglutinating Nuclear Family . . . The clipped photo, whose image also resembles a camera, on this Loves13* celebration-date, took the shape of Lights13 in a Single Flame. . . Photographed and shared with my kids on March 13 Shared here on April 13
. . . e se eu desaparecer, deve ser porque apareci noutro lado . . .
Starring V
On January 8, 2017, i found this graffiti-stencil image on the floor of the aereal passageway over the railway in S. Pedro. Seeing the cross, i could not think of any other way of photographing it, only afterwords becoming genuinely intrigued about that human figure who seemed to be jumping from the cross . . . Next, i wanted to know what Alexander-son saw in this image. He saw someone walking carrying a cross . . . Easter 2017 Three paintings on the right, by Augusto Fernandes
Don't mind my words, but mind Where, and How, I am looking at it.
He did it. Once was enough.
Ours is not a repetition.
But it is the embodiment of what He Seeded:
Human Nature and Divine Nature as One.
So Remember Your Origin and Your Destiny Here:
Life in its Next Station on Earth.
Starring...She
This bitter earth
Well, what fruit it bears
Oooh this bitter earth
And if my life is like the dust
Oooh that hides the glow of a rose
What good am I
Heaven only knows
Lord, this bitter earth
Yes, can be so cold
Today you're young
Too soon, you're old
But while a voice within me cries
I'm sure someone may answer my call
And this bitter earth
Oooh may not 0ooh be so bitter after all
This bitter earth
Lord, this bitter earth
What good is love
mmmm that no one shares
And if my life is like the dust
Oooh that hides the glow of a rose
What good am I
Heaven only knows
. . . tendo acabado de borrifar essência de rosa branca diluída em água pelo ar . . .
. . . tendo a tocar esta música cujo aroma sonoro prevalece no meu lar . . .
. . . dá-se o encontro súbito com esta síntese musical tão singular . . .
She is not bitter, She has withdrawn from your sight, so You may See Her
She is as deep inside HerSelf as She is deep inside YourSelf
Will you ever Know Her and YourSelf in Her
Before you do, you will feel divided and divide Me in many
Once you do, you will find that
I Am All in One
And so Are You
So much has been written,
yet so much more remains INfinitely unsaid
Let us keep noting what is Written On the Sky
so we can keep Sounding
The Blue Notebooks
as well as
The Notebook
Starring...She
Platanus trees aged 20's. No, I did not count their rings, i saw them grow with the birth of Alexander-son (21). In Aug. 2016 i found them cut, 3 years after the birth of the Parque das Gerações (Skatepark) S. João Estoril by their side. Last photo in Feb. 2017.
. Over time, almost all of these trees were reborn next to the cut, until one day, as i passed, i saw that there were no traces of them, and the pavement had been redone over - all of them used to be along this pavement, along-side with the Parque das Gerações at the left. Now, a few more months later, one of them burst through the pavement. Silent Light Active . . . Photo on July 22.
. Infinity re-passed here. Photo above, and this one, added here on July 23, after the set about Amazon Forest, on July 16-to-19 - could't leave it unnoticed, and its place is here.
"Instead of a needle, an optical sensor reads the wood's color and texture.
Then, algorithms convert those variations into notes on a scale,
which is mapped to a piano synthesizer and played.
The rings of a trunk reveal the age of the tree,
and environmental conditions like rainfall levels, disease, and even forest fires.
Light-colored rings indicate growth spurts, while darker marks show times of a slowdown.
Each slice is unique -- a glimpse into the story of a tree's past.
Bartholomäus Traubeck wondered what story those trees would tell.
So he created equipment that could translate those rings into music on a record player.
The result is a breathtaking masterpiece."
. . . as long as we remember that She was already a Masterpiece of Creation . . .
How many more will have to be cut in order to be listened to . . . or studied?
What multigenerational message did this cut deliver?
Let us make sure that the present and forthcoming generations won't repeat the same mistakes.
History of The Known Oldest Tree on Earth
Meanwhile, life corrects by Actualizing itself as Life.
...i stopped counting...
. From the beginning, i could see that these clovers only appeared after the owner changed the 'vase' and added 'new earth-dirt'. Previous stems dried up, new ones blossomed, and some of these perished, while the rare clovers, whose seed came within the 'new earth-dirt', have been gaining space... Months and counts later, in the last of which i counted over 30 4-leaves-hearts clovers, i observed this plant, so vigorous, yield and give space to the clovers, in this proportion. Photo on May 5
Sugar packets collection dedicated to Vila Real de Santo António, Algarve. Gift from my brother who is a collector. I felt compelled to display them this way. I photographed, 2009. The sugar removed, remains the true Sweetness of the Art of Living.
. . . but if you see and live these Momentous Moments just as an assembled sum of parts, you will miss the Mystery behind and beyond, which is much more than the sum of the parts. Behold and Be Whole. Thank You.
Dish-washing sponges from the Tiger store, Lisbon. At home, again i felt compelled to display them this way, on the kitchen granite countertop. I photographed, 2016. The packaging removed, remains the True Function of the Washing Article.
. Clipping from a short documentary on Solitude.
. . . otherwise, you know you'll be . . .
. Song by Paul Simon
. . . speaking of destinations . . .
. On May 2, an inner message led me to open a photography book of mine on Sintra Cascais, where my attention was caught by a photo of the door of the Chapel of Nossa Senhora da Guia, Cascais (16th century). Off i went. As expected, i found the place closed to the public, so i had to walk a track around the wall to jump over the lower gate and enter. Once in front of the chapel door, equally closed to the public, i simply took its photo.
Next, the Rose of the Winds that is in front of the chapel. Star-Guide on Earth's ground.
Although this time i walked a different track, just as on the exploration with Alexandre in January 2016, in which i/we jumped the lower gate for the first time to enter the Lighthouse area, i had to cross this wall again, the very one in which someone thought it was necessary to open a passage, which he and i photographed, and i shared here on 10 next to the poem Mending Wall, by Robert Frost. What the wall Occults, is what the wall wants to Reveal . . . just like the Door . . . .
. On May 2, an inner message led me to open a photography book of mine on Sintra Cascais, where my attention was caught by a photo of the door of the Chapel of Nossa Senhora da Guia, Cascais (16th century). Off i went. As expected, i found the place closed to the public, so i had to walk a track around the wall to jump over the lower gate and enter. Once in front of the chapel door, equally closed to the public, i simply took its photo.
. The same Guia-Door, another destination - Garden of Casa da Guia
Here's a sign-deviation that this Edge Walker-Dancer does not follow. She goes straight ahead, as she always has, before such warning was put there.
For it seems that the unstable cliffs are inversely proportional to Inner Stability. In another parallel, since the warning was added, i frequently find teenagers there, outside the wall right by the edge, testing their bravery in face of risk and affirming their freedom in face of the warning. In this Instancy that Moves me, the impossibility of diverting my Destiny aims not to test-prove personal bravery-freedom, but to Emanate the transpersonal Liberation that is thus Stabilised outside.
. The same Guia-Door, another destination - Garden of Casa da Guia
. The same Guia-Door, another destination - Centro Cultural de Cascais
. On the way back, passing again in front of the CCC, whose exhibition posters had already imprinted another multi-sign on me on the way to Guia, i then took these zoom-in photographs that Confirm my minimalist uncomplicatedly complex life, along with a persistent synchrony , all of which synthesizes-expands destinations into a Single Destiny.
. The same Guia-Door, another destination - Centro Cultural de Cascais
Home Silent Live Compositions
. . . speaking of Destiny . . .
I was born in an Ignited Liquid Bubble.
Let Me Be. I bring what I Am. What I Am is how I Serve.
You will Know.
Play the linked sound as you view the photos
Home Tree-and-Truth Live Compositions
She is like the Blood - bright red under the transparency of the Solar light next to the Celestial blue; dark-deep red, magenta-like, under the hidden Sun, in the same Celestial sky. Central Truth, like the Absolute, is not merely made up of appearances. It is One in Essence. São Pedro, May 13
(Here, She reminds me of that scarf of mine on my head, which assumes different shades according to the tones with which i combine it.) São Pedro, May 14
She Is, regardless of circumstantial definitions and descriptions. (Even the presence of the deep-blue car evokes the same scarf, which also contains this blue. And then the door . . .) São Pedro, May 14
She is like the Blood - bright red under the transparency of the Solar light next to the Celestial blue; dark-deep red, magenta-like, under the hidden Sun, in the same Celestial sky. Central Truth, like the Absolute, is not merely made up of appearances. It is One in Essence. São Pedro, May 13
Home Oceanic Live Compositions
Today, São Pedro, during and after hearing whispers . . . May 14 (My attraction for this blue is now illustrated in the next set "PreDestination" published on May 16)
Three recreational boats full of people passed in front of me, in this formation, at full speed ahead . . .
Today, São Pedro, during and after hearing whispers . . . May 14 (My attraction for this blue is now illustrated in the next set "PreDestination" published on May 16)
Home Nurturing Live Compositions
. . . speaking of PreDestination . . .
"Art in the Blood"
- Artistic Statement by Afonso
When i woke up today, i looked at the bracelet on my wrist and saw in it all the previous set shared above. The pleasure of feeling close to these colours is a creative attunement inside-outside, within the Earth sphere. May 16
This fabric was chosen-bought by me and i made a piece of clothing with it when i was pregnant with Alexandre (1995). In the meantime, i adjusted it and keep wearing it, as on this day in April. It is timeless.* The bracelet is an octave above, in depth, of the fabric colours. * It can be seen here (link in this image)
Looking for a photo of Afonso, this one came right on purpose. His right wrist, wearing a 2015 bracelet, and this EYE-mandala drawn by him with markers. It is not a tattoo. Whenever my kids ask me about tattooing, i say "good design, but tattoo a t-shirt instead". In times of 'flash iridescence & flesh trendy fashion', we still carry the deep full Spectrum within us.
When i woke up today, i looked at the bracelet on my wrist and saw in it all the previous set shared above. The pleasure of feeling close to these colours is a creative attunement inside-outside, within the Earth sphere. May 16
Home [ReStatement] is Where Your [HE]ART Is
This promotional image of the CD (link) of a musical band turned into a clipping of mine several years ago. Although its place was already at the home entrance, this year i placed it between the pine and the glass, over which i added a former Circular Keyholder of mine. WAY OUT = WAY IN
He climbed up there. Then, i Saw. Place and Elements assembled by Providence. I just added the Movement and the Perspective. He knew nothing of what i Saw, but he trusted my guidance. And when he looked at the photos, he also Saw, but not yet all . . . Belém, Portugal, January 2016
A few days after visiting this extensive exhibition, of which he had made and shared a complete photographic report, which i returned to him on a commented slide-show, he sent me this photo of a book he opened in a bookstore. His Essence in the Art of Being in the World. - Alexandre, keep the Driving Alive. Alexandre, 21, is in his last year of Management/Administration course, and has been interning for a year. Next, may Life allow him to take Flight to his Destiny . . .
This promotional image of the CD (link) of a musical band turned into a clipping of mine several years ago. Although its place was already at the home entrance, this year i placed it between the pine and the glass, over which i added a former Circular Keyholder of mine. WAY OUT = WAY IN
This promotional image of the CD (link) of a musical band turned into a clipping of mine several years ago. Although its place was already at the home entrance, this year i placed it between the pine and the glass, over which i added a former Circular Keyholder of mine. WAY OUT = WAY IN
Afonso, 19, draws surreally since his 4. When he began alphabetization he used to mirror-write due to being left-handed (predominant right brain hemisphere), hence the inversion of the previous image. This is one of the versions of his digital drawing made around his 15. It reveals well where his Vision comes from. The chest symbol contains a "T" of "Taboo", his personal signature-mark as graffiter.
In 2015 he shared with me some of his poems, potentially destined for RAP songs. He authorized me to share it here. His Essence in the Art of Being in the World. - Afonso, keep the Art in the Blood. O FILME PASSA NA CABEÇA POR ENTRE A CAMADA MAIS ESPESSA INFILTRANDO SEU EGOISMO DEIXANDO APENAS UM FUNDO ABISMO TÃO FUNDO QUANTO OS OCEANOS IDEAIS PROFANOS ESTREMECEM AS BASES DA LOUCURA E INSANIDADE E DEIXAM CLARO O TÚNEL DO CAMINHO PARA A FELICIDADE VIDA DE VERDADE DE RAIZ NATIVA VIDA VIVA . . .
This promotional image of the CD (link) of a musical band turned into a clipping of mine several years ago. Although its place was already at the home entrance, this year i placed it between the pine and the glass, over which i added a former Circular Keyholder of mine. WAY OUT = WAY IN
| May 21
. . .
SEM MÁSCARAS NA ESSÊNCIA
PERMITINDO A LIVRE ARDÊNCIA
QUE ARDE SEM LIMITES IMPOSTOS
SOBRE TUDO QUE TÁ EXPOSTO
SEM MEDO DO QUE VEM, NEM DO QUE VAI
E COM A CERTEZA DE QUE O PURO NUNCA CAI
- Afonso, 2015
May we Facilitate, Trust, Thank our offspring the Wisdom to Transmute
personal ambition into Transpersonal Aspiration,
Honouring Gifts within the Vocation for the Realization of Total Being.
Legacy and Blessing delivered.
Thank You.
Art In The Blood
- Creation's Nature Statement
At the end of March, C* shared with me these two incredible photos of hers, with a colour edit that removes nothing but rather stresses natural features. Both taken during a University field work, within her Photography course.
I loved this one in a particular way, for its vertical multidimensional dynamics.
. . . as you can SEE. His graffiti mural tagged "NO TABOO", São Paulo 2016
At the end of March, C* shared with me these two incredible photos of hers, with a colour edit that removes nothing but rather stresses natural features. Both taken during a University field work, within her Photography course.
Origin of All Colour Palette in a Planet...
Two days ago, my eye caught C*'s Whatsapp profile photo change. I opened it and felt the tunned-impact: the same deep green i had featured the day before, now in the background of this seemingly orange flower-colour, but truly a spectrum at various depths. I identified a parallel with the colour-synthesis within the textile mandala i made as maria tudo symbol-logo. Yes, orange is there, it had to emerge in a creative project of mine, but you can't say "it is orange", it's got other notes . . .
As i sent her a brief comment, she immediately shared that photo followed by these other 4, all taken during this other field work.
Blessed & Blissed & Beautiful Woman-Person and Photographer You Are. Thank you. You have our Love. C*, 2016
Two days ago, my eye caught C*'s Whatsapp profile photo change. I opened it and felt the tunned-impact: the same deep green i had featured the day before, now in the background of this seemingly orange flower-colour, but truly a spectrum at various depths. I identified a parallel with the colour-synthesis within the textile mandala i made as maria tudo symbol-logo. Yes, orange is there, it had to emerge in a creative project of mine, but you can't say "it is orange", it's got other notes . . .
Click to enlarge
...which we try to translate in our co-creation
This triple shrub combines the three colours i was synthesizing some 9 years ago: magenta, red, dark pink. Photo in São Pedro, May 14
I then found this synthesis on an Indian bright silk rug at Area store, which i bought for my bedroom. What is its colour then?
Same rug. The difference in colour is due only to the light capturing angle, possible because it contains that whole spectrum.
Photo-Synthesis :: Merge of Equals :: IMpossible Planet Earth . . . All In Progress . . .
. . . In My HEART's Mind, that Loves Nuances Inside and Beyond Contrasts Across the Elements
___________ MetAmorPhosis Circles
___________ are
___________ at
___________ my
___________ Circle 6
| May 24
. . . as the way to comprehend the Constant><Variables dynamics,
in its present MONO INstance that has been Stabilising in me,
paradoxically to the MULTIdimensionality that is INherent to it.
. . . MonoSound~MonoDiet~MonoClothing~MonoDecoration . . .
5th Dimension . . . IMpossible Station
Welcome A*NEW
Only now did i consciously notice that this Font-type is called Monoton, which i used for the first time in the added date as external element to the hereinabove posted set, on this day of changes - May 21 -
changes that also reflected in the Welcoming antechamber page in Circle 1,
and in the name MetAmorPhosis Circles replacing the former language adaptation MetLovePhosis.
MONO A*NEW
In December 2015 Alexandre took this relaxed photo and edited it this way, as he waited for a meal to be ready. I rather liked it. It is as if, in its X-Ray MONO-ton-y, it wanted to draw inside us all the moments lived in this corner of home that so many meals welcomed, and welcomes . . . . . . and it felt like this photo already had a reserved place on this page . . .
. . . what else to add when we have 1 Synthesis-Piece. . .
"The
Earth
is
neither
flat
nor
round,
it
is
Wavy."
- Reuben
Margolin
Good
Investment
. . . in Rhythmic Resonance with Gold Terra . . .
| May 31
It seems that i was yet to capture the shrub in its Gold Version. I re-found it two days ago (May 22), also in São Pedro, on my way to the [Rail.] Station. Today, i looked for the soundtrack of the only video (above) that has a soundtrack in the YT channel of this kinetic artist with whose Work i Singularly Resonate. (P.S.: vid was removed; new vid Cylinder 6)
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. This MONO bi-set bridges today's MONO bi-set on my G+, where i added part of its synchronic context . . . . . . which unfolded when the next day to receiving the link from Alexandre i paid Attention to the lyrics of the song Fly High and wanted to know it completely. I found it in a Red Bull video releasing the song itself, but i wanted to bring it here in this INvocation to the Total Senses within D+ ACTION - mini-player to the right of the song title .
Here and Now - Fly High
The river runs to the sea
You are the ground beneath your feet
You’re looking up to the sky
There’s no mountain you can’t climb
Fly high
The barriers will never hold
What’s inside you, will now unfold
You are leading the way
They are calling out your name
by Bleeding Fingers
for Red Bull Music Publishing 2014
Time to Set The Sun to The HeArt of The Matter
. The song Gravity appeared on the side as associated video while listening to the previous one, a title that always deserves my Attention, which again was not in vain. - mini-player to the right of the song title IMpossible Arrival In Progress . . . This was the MONO bi-image that came to me maria, Feb. 2008
Here and Now - Gravity
Hold your shine
And carry on
All your life
And take your time
You’re not alone
Feed your fire
We’re not afraid to fall
We’re not afraid of heights
We’re wide awake. We’ll never break
We’ll reach for the sky
Gravity
Its when your feet don’t touch the ground
Elevate take me higher
Sanity
Doesn’t mean anything
Come with me
Its our time to shine
Holding tight
Then letting go
All your life
Standing tall
On your own
Open your eyes
by Bleeding Fingers
for Red Bull Music Publishing 2014
| June 27
Frutos IMpossible
IMpossible eM*We
Comendo cerejas em frente ao mar, apareceu este ímpar par A fotografia permaneceu no silêncio da câmara, como quem é Vista antes de se dar à vista. O Fruto permanece no Silêncio da Câmara, como quem Sabe antes de se dar a saber IMpossible Twin-Fruits Know Better IN-between the Blues The Best is saved for last When lust for life turns into Life for Love Foto em 22 Jun. 2017
Difícil fotografar o Silêncio
. . . não com os Olhos
| July 9
. . . . em frente ao mar . . . . . o Eterno Olhar Câmara Testemunha "a foto saiu legal" Grata. Zoom-in clipped digital photo of analogical slide projected on the wall, yesterday June 28, brought here on the 29th Original taken in Fortaleza, Brazil, 1993
The Last Frontier
While One Sounds . . . many seek to understand and explain the Sound in Form
There's something about the Cello
Many in One. . .
Residence Time holds you back,
until the air [mind] is reduced
While One Sounds . . . many reproduce without Listening to the Sound in Form
ENDLESSly . . . under modern colours in gold-coloured non-infinity routine
ENDLESSly seeking and not finding
. . . until the mind is Lovingly Reduced . . .
. . . and becomes the Quiet Mind that Loves as the Heart
While One Sounds . . . some Listen and have Communion with the Sound in Form
Dream and Reality are One and the same,
as she and "Little Star" Know
There's something about the Cello
in Water in Ocean in Heart Destiny
. From Sunday 2 to Sunday 9, this has been my deep Sound Track via digital synch. Oceanic-fractal sharing here, in Vox, with no additional explanations. Drawing and photo by Afonso, 2012
| July 16
Ghost Driver
Rare video-discovery a few years ago.
Rare F1 sharing with 1, and reciprocal response.
Today, to all and each one:
Did you enjoy this ride?
Now please TURN-OFF the sound and watch it again. Light is still ON.
There you have a pretty close INSIGHT of what IMpossible Drive Is.
It takes Another kind of Listening, doesn't it ?
We don't need the noise any more in order to be Heard-Seen-Active.
Just make sure you Know Who is at the Driver's Seat before each ride.
Rare video-discovery 2, this week (from Alex-son), re-evoking the one above.
With such Engine at the start - Porte-Dauphine - and Destination at the arrival - Sacré Coeur - the Real Driving for the True Rendez-Vous becomes evident.
If you still don't know your Sacred Driving Centre,
you have now 9 minutes to decide for this Daring-Surrender to LIFE,
and INfluence everyone around you to do so . . .
If you investigate this other story, you discover that the F1 sound was added.
I propose the same second Viewing-Hearing made for the previous video.
. . . before another slice of the Brazilian Amazon is delivered for clear-cut in the name of the survival of a globally sick system atrophying the Earth-Human Body.
Drawings and photos by Afonso, Brazil 2010
When he made these drawings (at 13), he still had no notion of ever studying Product Design, but the Vocation already gave signs. However, such a Vocation is not Destined to add to this set, but to Set the *NEW* that dissolves the old. The old game ends here! Whatever remains, will Emit the IMpossible Sound in Form, inside-and-out, without half measures, hybridisations, imitations. Copyright is equivalent to Crop Circle: Vertical Synthesis Horizontally Printed by co-creating Agents.
. . . . Continually TURNING the RED GREEN! If once Ayrton Senna illuminated tracks with his records, and Claude Lelouch disregarded traffic lights in streets of the City of Light, today, it is on the city square pavements where he lives that Afonso is starting his Transmuting Art. "feet on the square, head on the moon" is "street" code for having one foot on Earth and another on Sky - SkyWalker views in progressive self-revelation. (Description and previous position of this photo on link)
| July 19
featured complete scene
Light-Speed Full-Ahead eM*We Move
But do not confuse the Original Track with your own mixes of It.
Your True Light Shines when 'you' are not getting in the way,
either trying to shine or hiding your True Light.
Not belief, just feeling One with It.
Not magic, just D+ IMpossible.
IMpossible Station takes you by the Essence.
What in you is INtegrated to your Essence, is uplifted, undissociatedly.
What in you is not INtegrated to your Essence, falls, irreconcilably.
This is only uncomfortable for those who live only on stage, identified with stage.
Those who live between the Stage and the Backstage, can't help Knowing better.
This is the synthesis of the week, only totally manifested today,
because of the news about the Forest.
The Forest is also a last Frontier,
a vital organ in [my own] microcosmic planetary Body-Consciousness.
Feel the Earth-Humanity as Your Body.
Upon taking any Action, bring it to the Heart Centre, where all can be Felt.
Eu Sou
I Am
For bilingual effect, play both slightly delaying the second
The day (17) after the publication above, upon opening the browser on google.pt, there was a phrase about Amazon Forest with a link to Google Earth. I spent hours viewing the full content of this presentation (link here). The next day (18), another Conduction led me to discover Dominic Miller's latest album, with this title, this cover, this colour, this theme featured on video ~ Water.
As always, i feel moved to explore the creative process of the works i Encounter synchronically, by artists-people with whom i feel Tuned. On Dominic's page (link here), album image and info are featured. These are the two screen clippings i made of the promotional image - this second one can be seen in full in expanded mode.
"No! Try Not! Do . . . or do not. There is no try."
- Yoda, to Luke SkyWalker (video above)
When the Doing is the Being, trying has no place.
You can't try to Be.
Being is What You Are.
What You Are Is What Your True Doing.
Just drop what you Are not.
Do not postpone YourSelf.
I URge You to Be. Now.
Fear not to seem absolete to the dying world,
while You Are Emerging to the *New* Action.
Right There. Right Here.
From Beingness, Your Attention Is Benign Action.
Right There. Right Here.
Outside, she seems to mirror the city. INside, She is Transmuting it. For some, a plague in the city, to be eliminated. For others, a Secret Peace, to be Nourished. For Afonso, one of the designs of the new collection of t-shirt prints within his brand. Digitally designed in 2016, it has been waiting for financial viability until now - OUT NOW
On the dawn of 17, after the publication above, i had a dream-vision: On a pavement similar to this one was carved a mountain, half in high-relief, half in low-relief, just enough relief not to be a 'flat' 2D (as a crop circle). > The mountain is contained in the pavement. > The 'climb' is neither up nor down, it is INword, to OUT. On the earth's crust, the highest peak is inward - Marianas Trench - where 1 Everest fits, still remaining Space. The Earth is Feminine Principle in Planetary Form.
He edited it this way for group sharing. In that same period, i too received the visit of a single white dove, at the window (where others of grey tones usually land and walk). I did not photograph it with a camera, but i registered it In Camera, in Flaming Heart.
Outside, she seems to mirror the city. INside, She is Transmuting it. For some, a plague in the city, to be eliminated. For others, a Secret Peace, to be Nourished. For Afonso, one of the designs of the new collection of t-shirt prints within his brand. Digitally designed in 2016, it has been waiting for financial viability until now - OUT NOW
| August 2
INverted Time-Space Human pair there, sunset beyond Odd lens here, light focused inside Today, Pedra do Sal, São Pedro
INverted Time-Space White Cruise Ship departing Odd lens staying . . . Today, Pedra do Sal, São Pedro
I am like you, Moved by Wind in the Photo-, i seem stopped in the -Synthesis, in Motion White Outside Total Spectrum Inside INverted Time-Space Today, Pedra do Sal, São Pedro
INverted Time-Space Human pair there, sunset beyond Odd lens here, light focused inside Today, Pedra do Sal, São Pedro
| August 5
Photo taken at the entrance of Noronha da Costa exhibition at Centro Cultural de Cascais, on August 3. Not knowing what exhibits were there, finding this one was the natural sequence to the above set. In his paintings, the intense but blurred colours evoked those i saw inside my eyes upon Looking inside the Blue sky. I did not photograph them, nor did the camera pixels capture them. Best kept inside the Gaze. I recommend visiting and exploring this artist's work, formerly unknown to me.
In the installation space of the polished mirrors disposed in angles, i caught this multi angle, among almost infinite possibilities . . .
Before arriving at this space, my attention was first captured by the despolished mirrors, and i stayed a long time in front of this one, in different approaches of arrival, familiarly resting my sight . . . Returning there after visiting this sector, i took this main photo. Of all that this reflex says to me without words, here i synthesize it in Inter-D Presence Sunny Ghost.
Photo taken at the entrance of Noronha da Costa exhibition at Centro Cultural de Cascais, on August 3. Not knowing what exhibits were there, finding this one was the natural sequence to the above set. In his paintings, the intense but blurred colours evoked those i saw inside my eyes upon Looking inside the Blue sky. I did not photograph them, nor did the camera pixels capture them. Best kept inside the Gaze. I recommend visiting and exploring this artist's work, formerly unknown to me.
| August 11
Inside Out
Outside In
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| August 28
PEARL LIFE
Right There
Right Here
She is Back
| August 31
. Acacia (Mimosaceae) is back in my home space, since Aug.26.2017, a surprise gift that brought me a Serene Renewed Joy, years after having had this plant and see it perish. It seems only she would make me come back here too, after the Crescent tri-sequence above and following Concentrated period, near which anything else seemed pale or dispersive. Identitary evokation in regard to Touch in its Sensitivity and Retreat, joining Solitaire (33 spheres) and the Light.
She is Back
Right There
Right Here
I realized that my voiced expression in those two previous audios united those two moments-films-testimonies, both generating in me the same kind of Stoppage - o Toque de Recolher - that has nothing to do with defending myself from Life-life, but rather, on the contrary, with Feeling Inside Out and Outside In the Memory of where I Come from and what I Came for.
Thus, the expanding Cosmic Consciousness
is contracted to the measure of each one of us, in Its Rhythmic Axial Breathing.
Thus, a vector of my Consciousness Feels that 2017 was Synthesized here/now, in this month 8.
What i have been observing witnessing living during this period from 11 to 21 to 31 has been in many ways an Incendiary Meteor Shower under Solar Fire Conduction.
Conduction now in another unfolding,
Imminent, Eminent, Immanent.
That much that is to be transmitted is proportional to the difficulty in saying and remaining, when so much has already been said by so many, and so much of what is said is not Received in the same Note in which it is Transmitted.
But Unison we will be, because We Are So,
in the Octave which Sounds the Universal Code.
Reminding:
I am as terrestrial and extra-terrestrial as anyone born on this planet. But an inherent Truth that is solidifying tells me that the journey of My Soul has no previous history of earthly birth, and that this may be the only one . . . Perhaps this may redimension the way you see me cross your life, when you understand the Newness and Rarity with which i Live all Here, in this Beloved Entity Earth of whom i am also daughter and eternal Child, rare as a passing traveler, but not alien . . .
This is what the Stoppage at those two moments Re-Confirm in me, in a Reverent Commotion and Communion.
Being Here implied a Decision in Spirit to be not only human but the Total Being who is the Human in the next Station of Consciousness.
Understand that my horizontal inadequacy within the previous Station is as much a result of inexperience as it is part of the
[My] Action conducive to the next Station.
I have to Be It. Here. I have no choice,
once Activated My Original Matrix within Earthly Consciousness.
In and for The Love
Sunny Ghost I m.
Toque = pt verb Tocar means both To Touch and To Sound
Toque de Recolher = pun with Curfew/Retreat Calling hereinabove symbolized by this affinity plant
As i retreat, i concentrate my Essence, to reemerge in my Spherical Flower of concentric multi-rays, which the Butterfly knows and where it lands smoothly without invading me or evading itself... To the Caterpillar, the invitation is subtle, since it can't find where to cling to eat my leaves, nor does it feel in me a threat or rejection that makes it keep a safe distance or wish me dead in an instance, seeing as only danger in me the risky but Fulfilling Butterfly Destiny. On Sept. 6
| September 15
. . . don't you know eM*We by now . . .
I Am Little
never small
Always in Wonder where Nature is Present I go for the Little Rare things I make them Little Rare things Little invisible wild flowers Little powerful wild berries Little sensitive leaves Little sensitive gestures Where Life's Essence is Concentrated. Child-Like by Nature In 09.09.2017, Afonso's 20th Birthday, i once again recalled this analogue photo of him, taken at Monserrate Garden shortly after he completed 1 year old.
I may often Drift Inward, not away In touch with Nature I always stay Until the World and You meet Me half way I also once again recalled this analogue photo of Alexandre, 2 years and 9 months old, taken at the same occasion. Eternal Mystery that only the Heart can Read.
Always in Wonder where Nature is Present I go for the Little Rare things I make them Little Rare things Little invisible wild flowers Little powerful wild berries Little sensitive leaves Little sensitive gestures Where Life's Essence is Concentrated. Child-Like by Nature In 09.09.2017, Afonso's 20th Birthday, i once again recalled this analogue photo of him, taken at Monserrate Garden shortly after he completed 1 year old.
I saw this conference video as soon as it was published on the TED site, at a time when i was on watch for TED contents. I shared it sensibly with all my e-mail contacts, as i did back then. Then came the phenomenon of receiving it numerous times in collective sharings by people to whom i had sent it, which for me signaled that they did not see it from my email, but rather from some other email or online environment. If this saddened me in a way for the automatism and inattention of online communication, I also rejoiced for the general communion felt by everyone.
Recently a family-friend shared with me only the video part contained in the conference. Hence, i recapture here and now the version i saw for the first time.
Evaluating from the 5.1 M views, it continues to have the same effect.
. . . don't you know eM*We by now . . .
Perhaps to you,
I will always be too much AND not enough
until your boundaries are even
with your bridges
. . . you can always ask and trust the Little One for Guidance . . .
. . . watch how . . .
. . . LadyBirds still make my day . . .
Timeless Little SoulSisters
Sunny White Ghosts eM*We Are
"Tunnel of Love"
11|11 on 10|10
"Tunnel of Love" Artwork 7 Lumina Cascais 2017 Description linked All photos un-edited Sunday night September 24
When we enter the Tunnel of Love . . .
. . . back to Two, in One, where the Dark is True INtimacy.
"Tunnel of Love" Artwork 7 Lumina Cascais 2017 Description linked All photos un-edited Sunday night September 24
Two days ago, waiting for the sign to turn green to cross the road parallel to S. Pedro beach, i turned and saw this well-known plant on the left, but i also saw it in this unknown stage on the right, which seemed to want to accentuate and Announce a new heightened promise, between Earth and Heaven, with the Sea in the middle.
On this date-night, which for me is 10 on 10, i gave the final word to the Angels. Page opened with eyes heightened to the Star. They got it right. This same week i started to prepare Chapati Bread at home - whole wheat flour, a bit of salt, warm water, no yeast, no filling, cooked on the fire. The Wine, is on another page already opened before... But if 'the one who savours' still seeks 'new flavours', it must be because he has not yet Found the A*NEW Taste, Colour. White, Sum of all Colours.
Two days ago, waiting for the sign to turn green to cross the road parallel to S. Pedro beach, i turned and saw this well-known plant on the left, but i also saw it in this unknown stage on the right, which seemed to want to accentuate and Announce a new heightened promise, between Earth and Heaven, with the Sea in the middle.
| September 29
. . . i keep adding images, editing words . . .
. . . images and words are never enough . . .
But as long as I Am Here, i can never give up
until i Find Meet Merge with
The Image and The Word that Translates AND Creates.
But i don't do It from a mind intention. I do It from an INevitable Attention.
When i photograph, i trust what and how i am drawn to See.
But the images you see here were not ordered or framed into any preconceived transmission. They surprisingly Reveal themselves [to me] along the way.
Some you may never get to see, or See. Some you will See even without seeing.
Beware. Keep your Full Inner-Outer Sences Alive.
Because It may not always be graphically [IN]visible.
Above any mind-frame, what your eyes seek is the Outer Mirror
of That which Your Inner Heart's Eye already Sees Knows Is.
Do not distort mask reduce The Vision to the size of your eyes.
Rather, allow The Vision to Amplify your sight into INsight.
Multi Tunnel of Love
| October 1
. . . until Fusion pre-Announces the Path to One . . .
. . . always One. Find and Stay True to Your Original Track. I for one can't be found elsewhere. As far as i am concerned, please do not confuse Multi-Loving with multi-lovers. Hopefully you will soon inner-over-under-stand where i stand in the Tunnel...and why this is relevant beyond myself...
FIRE
FIRE
Artwork 11 | "Underlight" | Lumina Cascais 2017
Forgive the human distracting noise and distortion to the Silence within the Soundtrack.
Such distraction and distortion tend to keep me away from crowded events such as this one.
This was my first time attending a Lumina Cascais edition.
Upon a sister's invitation, it seemed like i had to attend this one.
So i kept discovering my own Track within the festival's and the crowd's.
No photo or film could capture the whole spectrum of coloured light here.
I was particularly mesmerized by the lights magically spreading and reaching across every single tree in the park around us, as if the trees themselves were glowing and glittering in multi-tones, honoured in their unique contours.
As i couldn't keep my focus away from them, i could sense they were participating, rather than invaded. This gave me a serene joy and peace. As if i needed this particular 'nature piece' to make peace with technology. Despite all technology is an Outer Mirror, it feels good when it is not invading or falsely pretending to Be the Real Thing, but rather bringing us a close enough experience in a gentle respectful way. It is also good to know when an artist is aware of his place in this.
It felt good to be Underlight . . .
. . . and to contemplate the Blooming Sphere Lights in the Garden by night.
Let us never lose sight of the Tree, though . . .
| October 2
Inside the crystal 'solitaire', 3 spheres in red, 3 spheres in blue, hold 1 thin wooden axle stick, serving as support for the Bamboo Dragonfly, in its delicate, mobile, firm, precise balance on 1 point. The Dragonfly has inhabited my home for over 10 years, a friend's gift from 'area' store. I made this particular composition several months ago. At the window, 3 'suns' for over 10 years. The bracelets, a few months ago. Photo in June. Video linked.
Bamboo seems to want to continue to make a presence. Perhaps in evocation-confirmation of the story of the Chinese Bamboo applied to [my] life, as i keep illustrating to whom questions my [in]visible [in]activity, and is unaware of INvestment and Waiting . . . Detail of "Tunnel of Love" Photo with flash. A video linked. Another suggested video: "How fast can Bamboo Grow?" (both kept some time ago)
Inside the crystal 'solitaire', 3 spheres in red, 3 spheres in blue, hold 1 thin wooden axle stick, serving as support for the Bamboo Dragonfly, in its delicate, mobile, firm, precise balance on 1 point. The Dragonfly has inhabited my home for over 10 years, a friend's gift from 'area' store. I made this particular composition several months ago. At the window, 3 'suns' for over 10 years. The bracelets, a few months ago. Photo in June. Video linked.
| October 5
Befriend the DragonFly
Conducting Lines
conducted threads
sibilant sewing...
This summer, readjusting my clothes that i still enjoy beyond a decade, to this skirt, all in dark blue but containing a basic white in its fabric, and a discreet but decisive waistband in dark green, i wanted to add a strip to both laterals, maintaining a same green next to the blue. I only found it in the so-called 'vivo', which is narrow, so it became necessary to add a 3rd element in the middle, the dark red. Chromatic synthesis achieved, and re-dressed. > visualize in expanded mode
More recently, also readjusting some of the clothes of my cousin, i started with a piece that called for a red thread, and now a second piece which will call for the blue thread, without any conduction from her or me regarding this sequence. Yesterday, as i glanced at the machine with the two colours there, i realised the ongoing Conducting Line herein shared in conducted multi-threads . . .
Photo of one of the carpets at the exhibition, proving the affirmation. In general, most Moroccan carpets are crooked and contain design 'mistakes'. Mine is no exception - the background tone is 'white', natural wool not dyed, and the designs are of ALL colours. This one above is among the less crooked i have seen. I refrain from commenting on its colours, within this ongoing Conducting Line and conducted threads . . .
This summer, readjusting my clothes that i still enjoy beyond a decade, to this skirt, all in dark blue but containing a basic white in its fabric, and a discreet but decisive waistband in dark green, i wanted to add a strip to both laterals, maintaining a same green next to the blue. I only found it in the so-called 'vivo', which is narrow, so it became necessary to add a 3rd element in the middle, the dark red. Chromatic synthesis achieved, and re-dressed. > visualize in expanded mode
...re-dressing
rhythms
tones
sounds
silences
vibrations
radiations
pulsations
directions
constants
variants
SynthesiS
. . . unfolding a thread
| October 7
- in the video description:
"Music Video for the song 'Homelands' by Nitin Sawhney made in association with the Doha Film Institute. This Video was directed by an ambitious 16-year old film-maker from Pakistan, living in Qatar. He was selected among 15 students chosen from all over Qatar, to attend a Music Video Direction workshop held by the Doha Film Institute. Out of those fifteen, four got the chance to make a Music Video for world-acclaimed artist Nitin Sawhney. This video is Salman Ahad's attempt at showing what would happen if a Bedouin from the past , came back to his homeland of Qatar.
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Instead of looking at violence as belonging to a separate and distant world and a target of criticism, or thinking that some of us are alienated from it because we do not mension it, may each one observe where they may be perpetuating it in their own spheres of existence, without realizing the repercussions that each small
re-action, sharing, omission has in the world as a whole.
I wrote the following lines yesterday, after seeing a piece
that uses cruelty to pass a message against cruelty.
Special request to pop culture creatives and fans:
Whatever you find that seems kinky, funny, funky to your habitual critical senses and lifestyle self-projected image within this endless input-output mode, please bring it to your Heart first, before sharing it as the counter-norm or the new norm. Most often than not you will immediately Feel what Truly Honours and Protects Life and what merely further degrades Life in any of Its forms and kingdoms, especially within a careless side of so-called art.
We Know Better than this.
We are done with counter-culture portraits of horror and extremes. Time to bring on The Central Image and Action of the Promissed Land forever carried Within, which aligns Human Culture to Its Original Evolving Matrix as the Microcosmos in the Macrocosmos.
Thank You.
This means a lot.
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. . . rewinding the thread
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Stitching the Points
Pointing the Directions
"Are You Seeing how it Is? I Know You Know." Spontaneous Archer posture. The bow is still invisible, of course. Forever remained a special photo. Along with the radiant facial expression plus body posture, all of him shines, even the blond skin-hair that the sun bath enhanced. Alexandre, 4 years old Camburi beach house, Brazil, January 2000
"I Told You so. You always Knew." This is the first time i am making an association between these two pieces, and i feel the now intensified repercussion of Lineages being Revealed . . . I made this frame right now, from a gif he sent me while having an archery experience - i could not capture the arrow in the frame, but it's there . . . Alexandre, 21 years old S. Paulo, Brazil, January 2017
"Are You Seeing how it Is? I Know You Know." Spontaneous Archer posture. The bow is still invisible, of course. Forever remained a special photo. Along with the radiant facial expression plus body posture, all of him shines, even the blond skin-hair that the sun bath enhanced. Alexandre, 4 years old Camburi beach house, Brazil, January 2000
"Watch where I'm going." Photo of baby dolphin i captured during regatta in search of the Tagus Dolphins. In one of those rare synchs, we went at a time when the team (link) that keeps track of them and took us knew that a baby had recently born - he came! This photo has been on my desktop for some weeks. A desktop that is always black & blank, and only receives temporary images of rare significance. Tagus Estuary, August 2005. A dream that my brother helped fulfil, grateful always.
"Look carefully at how I Point." What you can see as backwards (left) for Me is forward (right). The shadow Obeys Me. " During the regatta. Afonso, almost 8 years old.
"Look again." Setúbal, return, still on the boat. Afonso, as my right flank, left-handed and/or ambidextrous, always Up.
"Watch where I'm going." Photo of baby dolphin i captured during regatta in search of the Tagus Dolphins. In one of those rare synchs, we went at a time when the team (link) that keeps track of them and took us knew that a baby had recently born - he came! This photo has been on my desktop for some weeks. A desktop that is always black & blank, and only receives temporary images of rare significance. Tagus Estuary, August 2005. A dream that my brother helped fulfil, grateful always.
"Feel Me. Feel YourSelf." Composition i made this morning, with elements that are always close around: - free postcard A5, only sea - my Pink Quartz sphere* - MetaAmorPhosis circle, light pink heart over bordeaux circle (still from the first series of 2012) * is resting on a pink button, which i found standing out on the street the day after the publication depicting the pink-lilac flower of the plant Acacia Mimosaceae.
. . . and . . .
in the face of existential boredom,
instead of culture replicating
Return to the Mature INfancy.
In recent weeks, I've Seen dozens of videos of these other beings I love
- adults and babies, free and imprisoned, persecuted and saved, wounded and healed, crippled and articulated, profoundly loving and loved, at birth and at death.
More than entertainment for the senses, Nutrition for the Senses.
A synthesis that joyfully stayed with me,
reminding us to always discover what is a*New in us and in the other
anti-boredom 1 | anti-boredom 2 | anti-boredom 3
One
| October 11
This time it seems i had to go out to a farther Point, just enough to see You descend on the sea beyond the cost line, just like this . . . > to be viewed in expanded mode
. . . here, on this next beach, where the warning of 'restricted access' made me descend, where the emptiness of human presence left the rare silence . . .
You went-in this way. I went home that way. The zooming blur offers the essential painting in this continuously essential Tone. Photos taken from the beaches of Bafureira and São Pedro. The exposed order does not reflect the time-space sequence, it reflects an Inner Order. Driven out in deprogrammed destination taking the cell-cam, which i don't usually carry in these late-afternoon walks - my condition: carry it in airplane mode On 10.10.2017
This time it seems i had to go out to a farther Point, just enough to see You descend on the sea beyond the cost line, just like this . . . > to be viewed in expanded mode
A glance at the computer clock,
during the composition of this gallery, captured the synchronicity.
I screen-clipped it.
. . . The Line keeps signaling the decade,
on the dates-hours of contact
above the dates of de-contact
Aqua Terra
| October 18
Upon invitation by my cousin on her Librian birthday, i visited the Lisbon Oceanarium after 14 years without going there. As all captivity, it is a place of ambivalence for me, where I seek to Attune and Bless the benign. At this space i had an Encounter with the micro Tropical Forest. In times of forest calamities, when some seek out potential predators to whom to appoint-condemn-punish as responsible, I offer mySelf in this proposed Presence in Oceanic Forest Communion-Synthesis . . .
. . . . . . rather pointing Above and Below, In and Out, in this spontaneous mudra gesture [of mine] of invoked and evoked Union between Heaven and Earth through the Healing of the Feminine . . . . . . because the Earth is also renewing her dirt, stripping herself of her previous history, memory, to begin the post-History Era, where Time shifts to its next Station and offers itself NOW in the A*NEW Dimension. . . . Thank you.
Upon invitation by my cousin on her Librian birthday, i visited the Lisbon Oceanarium after 14 years without going there. As all captivity, it is a place of ambivalence for me, where I seek to Attune and Bless the benign. At this space i had an Encounter with the micro Tropical Forest. In times of forest calamities, when some seek out potential predators to whom to appoint-condemn-punish as responsible, I offer mySelf in this proposed Presence in Oceanic Forest Communion-Synthesis . . .
I photographed this shark 2 days ago at the Lisbon Oceanarium. It's my size. It evoked a message from me some 3 years ago about the Shark, inspired by a video (link) where Ocean Ramsey introduces herself as shark protector. At that time, in an amplified Sense of the Predator, i wrote the word Shark in a circle of paper, folded and inserted it into my MetAmorPhoses Circle (Circle 6 on my website). What is Shark to you? What Predator do you need to Transmute in Love inside/outside?
We do not know which animals will be part of the next Earth Cycle, but i take it for granted that ecosystemic balance will no longer be predatory in any Kingdom. In the Oceanarium many species cohabit without being predatory. Perhaps we can foresee in this aquarium the New Earth of the Age of Aquarius. I leave the moon-fish as a reflection on relationships, on this next New Moon in Libra (19-20 October).
I photographed this shark 2 days ago at the Lisbon Oceanarium. It's my size. It evoked a message from me some 3 years ago about the Shark, inspired by a video (link) where Ocean Ramsey introduces herself as shark protector. At that time, in an amplified Sense of the Predator, i wrote the word Shark in a circle of paper, folded and inserted it into my MetAmorPhoses Circle (Circle 6 on my website). What is Shark to you? What Predator do you need to Transmute in Love inside/outside?
AquaLandSoundscapes
Play as visual and sound contemplation while reading
| October 22
As always happens, i feel the need to go deep in the movements in which Life invites me to participate.
For some reason, Takashi Amano wants to make a presence in me, or through me, this year. The exhibition had already been emphatically referenced by my mother who, on an atypical impulse, went to visit it for the first time this summer. The proposal i received from my cousin was not influenced by this first reference, since i did not mension it, and this was her second visit to the exhibition. An accent like this, does ask me to Come, along with the anniversary celebration.
Not having been aware of the exhibition at the time of its inauguration nor previously knowing this artist-man, upon present visualization of a set of videos portraying him, an insight emerged and remained, connected with Fulfilling the Life Plan, in the form of Accomplishing The Dream, activated at his 10 years of age.
Before his work exhibited at the Lisbon Oceanarium, his previous culminating work had been the
Sumida Aquarium in Tokyo. However, his last culminating masterpiece was yet to be born, at the Lisbon Oceanarium, with three months of intense gestation before its inauguration in April 2015.
Just four months later, Takashi Amano left this world, at the age of 61.
His life ceased after this work, in the same way that a painter ceases to paint a painting at a given moment-form that imposes itself as final. As if anything else that he might add to the work of his life henceforth would be redundant, so he Retired altogether, Accomplished. Death? Life Is Renewal.
The musical theme above, "Submerged Forests", created and played as background sound of the exhibition,
has the culminating position 13 in the album named "o retiro" ("the retreat"), published in October 30, 2015.
My insight has culminated in the reinforcement of the continual observarion of how one being individually or one nation collectively is postponed indefinitely for fear that the culminating Masterpiece culminates in this Retreat or Retirement. This is particularly true for Portugal, whose Function is self-finalizing upon Accomplishing Itself in what it has as Initiator.
Among the many 'retreats' and 'retirements' that have been taking place, alongside a recent eccentric outbreak of tourism, which to some extent may conceal a magnetic pilgrimage, we Know by Internal Mandate that the Realization that we aspire to on this Earth is pre-Announced by Pointing a Narrow Passage, like an arrow shot to The Door, becoming One with it by accepting the Inner invitation to carry only that which is INstrumental in that Realization, not in loss but in alignment with the Earth-Humanity Plan with which we commit. The Celebration that takes place Here comes from a serene but ecstatic Cosmic Joy, unmistakable.
When a birthday is celebrated, it is part of the anthem that is sung in portuguese to wish "many years of life", but Life Reveals that a high sum of years lived in this dimension is not a requirement for or a guarantee to this Accomplishment of the Original Plan that We OurSelves outlined pre-birth.
Knowing the Plan implies letting yourself be Self-Directed by the Plan, in an Inherently Feminine Movement-State. Only in this State does the letting-happen and the making-happen Merge into the True Action Flowing from Essence. the Elderly-Child who Trusts Life Entirely, because It is One with Her.
| November 1
I Greet You this way today!
in the Essence Woman-Child that I Am, that You Are
in the Essence Man-Child that You Are, that I Am
Find Me in the Third State, beyond seeking and waiting
instead of looking for me where you prefer to find me,
only to feel justified in misEncounter.
The Order
. . . Downwards . . .
. . . Upwards . . .
. . . in Space beyond time . . .
. . . in Time beyond space . . .
. . . beyond the rhythms of seasons-stations . . .
. . . in the Next Station which INfines and IMprints The Rhythm . . .
Rhythmically Still
CHHAYA COLLECTIVE :: "KHAOS"
Unity in Duality
Masculine within the Feminine
Integral Feminine in Pure Spacial Mutation
Universality in Multiplicity
Identity beyond national-age-ity
Totality in Sonority
The first two videos are excerpts of the film in progress under the same title and theme.
The third is a behind the scenes video of the trip, stay, rehearsal, innitial performance.
After TIME & TIDE in 2016, they returned to premier here once again, this time KHAOS.
Festival Internacional de Teatro para a Infância e Juventude, Santarém, Portugal, October 6, 2017.
I was not there, but to those i recognize here - Kay, Zoe, Daisy, Cameron - i renew my testimony:
My Voice remains within You, and your presence remains within Me. Thank you.
Keeping track of the unfolding KHAOS film . . . Stabilizing The Order . . .
| November 22
ESTAS MONO TONNE ?
Wherever I Fly, I Hear and See The Tree . . . monotony?
At my mother's invitation, i went to Fátima Sanctuary with her. At my proposal, we also went to Valinhos, here for the first time for me. On the finite paths that are made there, i abstain myself. On the Infinite Paths that are done there within us, i Silent myself. Both witnessed by the many Olive Trees. And in the end, this was one of two other trees that marked the farewell, by the shape and colour of its leaves on the ground, making me look up, contemplate, photograph.
A few days later, at home, i took this photo featuring one of the Star leaves i brought with me, still red, before it blackens.
This was the first of the two trees that drew my attention at the end, by the singular shape of its leaf. So singular, i brought only 1 with me, which broke slightly, but i keep it, with no photo. The tree itself and its photo thrills me. In Nov. 13 (date proposed by me)
Endless Ends where Infinity Begins
| December 6
Spherical Attraction
A few years ago the book, already shared here before, got behind this quadruple window (two tin frames created by a long-time family friend). First they were standing, inviting to Glance horizontally. Then laid down, inviting to Glance vertically. The larger sphere joined first (often put to elliptical motion), followed recently by the rare leaf (after all photographed, and surprisingly deciphered), and finally the 13 spheres, the ones left . . .
. . . after using today all the Magnetix pieces we've got in this triple composition, without calculating numbers, but resulting like this: 6 + 9 spheres 6 + 11 spheres 6 + 9 spheres Total of magnets = 18 = 9 Total of spheres = 29 = 11
The same parts, night re-assembly. I reserve for myself other meanings, leaving space for yours . . .
A few years ago the book, already shared here before, got behind this quadruple window (two tin frames created by a long-time family friend). First they were standing, inviting to Glance horizontally. Then laid down, inviting to Glance vertically. The larger sphere joined first (often put to elliptical motion), followed recently by the rare leaf (after all photographed, and surprisingly deciphered), and finally the 13 spheres, the ones left . . .
| December 18
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At the Lumina Cascais 2017 festival, i received this mini sample (8.5 cm x 5 cm). Apple juice would have suit me, but with alcohol, i knew right away i wouldn't drink it. The pair have been here at home ever since, but only today did i photograph it. The total design speaks for itself. I added the symmetrical Multi-Frames.
Same photo, cropped, another Glance . . .
Same, photo, un-cropped, another Glance . . . Next, two audios: - a piece from a larger audio that synchronised today - the voice is easily recognised - an original EDIT, which inhabits my Eternity along with its creator - let us keep this one White, and trust that the silenced question therein has been answered by now. . . >> merging the two is [my] proposed EDIT-SYNTHESIS
At the Lumina Cascais 2017 festival, i received this mini sample (8.5 cm x 5 cm). Apple juice would have suit me, but with alcohol, i knew right away i wouldn't drink it. The pair have been here at home ever since, but only today did i photograph it. The total design speaks for itself. I added the symmetrical Multi-Frames.
