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The Known Universe, Primordial Sound, Vibration, and the Cosmos Visually

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What is that

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Man gets concussion, becomes musical savant with synesthesia.

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Aurora borealis timesapse HD

Flowing auroras over Norway



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World Passport

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Lovely video eMonkey

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Indian School 2 of 10 . EDUCATIONAL DOCUMENTARY

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It's in everyone of us

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Dolphins and their environment

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A Grandmother and her grandchildren are walking through a forest when one of the grandchildren breaks a small branch off a tree. The Grandmother stops walking.

Grandmother - Did you break that branch to bring sunlight to the flowers beneath?

Tom - No, Grandmother, they are violets that like the shade.

Grandmother - Did you break it because you wanted to take blossoms to your mother?

Tom - No, Grandmother, there are no blossoms on this branch.

Grandmother - Then why did you break the branch, Grandson?

Tom - I guess I wasn’t thinking, Grandmother. I have broken the tree for no reason.

Sam - But there are so many trees in the forest, Grandmother, why does it hurt that Tom broke just one?

Grandmother - Children, if there are many of you and I hurt just one of you, does it matter? Do you think it matters for Katie if I choose to hurt her rather than Judy? And if I hurt Katie, will I not also be harming the rest of you because you will now have doubt about how I might behave towards you. If I can hurt Katie, might I not one day hurt any of you?

Come children, this is a nice place to sit - I have a story to tell you.

THE FAIRYTALE

Once upon a time there was a world full of people who loved to be slaves. They so loved being slaves that, if anyone suggested that there might be a way not to be a slave, the slaves raised their eyebrows, gave an embarrassed laugh and turned away as quickly as they could.

The slaves lived in a beautiful world full of natural wonders; of waterfalls, lakes and powerful seas, of mountains, valleys and majestic forests and of everything they needed to live lives of joy, freedom and abundance.

Their beautiful world was what sustained them, giving them air to breathe, water to drink and food to eat. Without their beautiful world, the slaves could not survive but they had been slaves for so long that they no longer noticed that their enslavement was slowly killing the world that gave them life.

They had forgotten that they were part of their beautiful world and their beautiful world was part of them. They had forgotten who they really were.

The slaves spent most of their time giving their energy to an artificial world, a fairytale that had been superimposed over the natural, life giving one. As the fairytale had no life force energy of its own, it needed the constant input of the slaves to appear to function.

Like all slave masters, the fairytale was not kind. The slaves had to spend hours away from their families and homes “working”, just in order to have a place to live and food on the table.

There were rules and regulations that the slaves were expected to conform to and those that transgressed were severely punished.

Of course, all the slaves had to do to be free was to get together and remove their energy from the fairytale because, without them, it could only collapse. But the fairytale had systems in place to teach the slaves that they were all individuals, isolated and alone, and that a life of slavery was the only one possible.

They learnt that only slaves belonging to their particular slave group could be trusted, that their slave group was superior to any other slave group and, in some cases, that they must be prepared to fight other slaves and even die for their slave group. The fear and trauma generated by the images of the fairytale kept them firmly in their places.

Thus it was impossible for the slaves to unite despite the fact that, deep down, every slave was aware that their addiction to slavery was killing the world that gave them life.

So why did the slaves keep working for the fairytale and giving up their freedom if they knew the consequences? It was partly because the hole seemed too deep and frightening to climb out of, partly because they had been taught to expect someone else to solve their problems for them and partly because they were too tired from working so hard for the fairytale to think about it. But the main reasons the slaves kept their heads down and tails up was that they were unwilling to give up the temptations of the fairytale.

Concoctions of chemicals disguised as food, with tantalising tastes that induced cravings, despite the damage done to the body. Drinks full of poison that sent you out of your mind for a while so you could forget your worries. Shops full of things to possess, bigger, better places to live, smarter, more powerful means of transport, more exotic and exclusive places to travel to, countless coverings for the body, and an endless array of ways and means to fill the time not spent in the service of the slave master.

Upon all these things the slaves placed more value than their freedom. As long as they could have their fairytale addictions, they were willing to be slaves.

A few slaves tried to turn the tide. They tried to break free of their shackles but it was very hard. Often they were punished, ridiculed and starved back into submission, even though all they asked was to be able to take on the responsibility of caring for themselves, others and the natural world.

As time went on, the fairytale became an increasingly harsh master, demanding more and more energy from its slaves until even previously happy slaves began to feel that all was not right.

As the demands grew, so did the restrictions until the few avenues available for the slaves to take back their freedom dwindled away and the punishments for slaves attempting to do so became even more severe.

The fairytale spread over more and more of the natural world, raping, pillaging and plundering until the rivers were choked, the mountains gouged beyond recognition and the forests reduced to matchsticks teetering in dusty, barren soil.

As the air became too thick to breathe, the water too contaminated to drink and the food lost all its life forces, the slaves began dying too quickly and in numbers too large not to notice.

Too late, the slaves realised that the fairytale had nothing to offer them and that they had all but destroyed their only means of existence. Chaos all around them, the remaining slaves realised they had to change their ways before it was too late.

But where to start?

There were a few slaves who had seen the signs and hidden themselves away. They had stored clean water, kept some seeds and found the few trees left that could provide them with clean air.

As the relentless destruction trickled to a halt and Earth breathed a sigh of relief, these slaves came out of their hiding places and gathered together with the others, ready and willing to take on the job of repairing the damage done.

And perhaps, even as they looked around at the desolate remains of their once beautiful land, they smiled because they had remembered who they really were and at last they were free.

Katie – And did they do it, Grandmother? Did they save Earth?

Grandmother – Have a look around, children. Did we do it?

Judy – We? We, Grandmother? Were you one of those slaves?

Grandmother – I was.

Tom – And Grandfather?

Grandmother – Yes he was, children. Grandfather, Great Uncle Collin and Great Aunt Danielle and many of the other older men and women you know.

Sam – But how did you do it, Grandmother? How did you make Earth better? If it was all broken and dirty, how did you fix it?

Grandmother – The first thing we had to do was to look at everything we had been doing and see how we had hurt Earth. And then we had to work out how to live in ways that didn’t hurt Earth.

We realised that the only way to help Earth become the beautiful paradise it had once been was to make sure that everything we did helped Earth and didn’t hurt Earth.

Sometimes we do break branches or chop down a tree but we never do it if we don’t have a good reason. That’s why I asked Tom why he had broken the branch.

He was not thinking or feeling the tree when he broke the branch and so he was able to do harm to the tree. And you are right Sam – just one little branch doesn’t make much difference in a beautiful forest like this one, but imagine if everybody began breaking branches, thinking that just one branch wouldn’t make any difference. In time, the forest would be full of broken trees.

This is how we start to do harm children, and one seemingly small act of harm leads to complete destruction if it is repeated enough times. Now I have told you the story of how we nearly destroyed Earth before you were born, I hope that you will always be mindful of your actions so that you will never do harm to this beautiful Earth we are so lucky to live on.

Children – We will, Grandmother. Of course, Grandmother.

The End

Fiona Christian


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Wonderful

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J. Reuben Silverbird - part 1/7 Proloque, Earth Maker created the Stars

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J. Reuben Silverbird- from the DVD The World In Our Eyes. Part 1; Prologue, Earth Maker created The Stars, Celestial Offspring, Creation of Man and Woman.

Original Native (Nedhni Apache/Cherokee)-Author/Singer/Composer/­Musician/Actor-Spiritual Healer/Historian/Orator-UN NGO Peace Ambassador
The son of a Nedhni Apache Wise Man, and Cherokee Medicine Woman.
Reuben was born blind. Unlike most Natives in the 1900's, his parents were highly recognized and praised thespians, singers and musicians in the southwestern states of Arizona, New Mexico and Colorado. His Mother (a singer and healer) and Father (a performer in music and acting) had fruitless visits with Eye Specialists; finally, they brought their son back to a Traditional Medicine Man, and performed a sacred Indian Ritual - the four-day Blessing-Way Ceremony (faith in the Creator, prayer, and incorporating hot water bathing into the ritual from thermal springs, from a holy place in New Mexico). At the age of four and a half, Reubens sight was restored. From this day forth, Reuben was considered a miracle-child. In having been born blind, the young Reuben Silverbird developed the deep intuitive spiritual energy early in his life; it was shortly after his sight was returned to him, he witnessed a horrific accident involving his Mother - he began to have the first of several visions that would change and further deepen his path, an became the precursors into his deeper understanding of the world of spirituality.
Reuben first appeared on stage at age 6, a path where he has remained and distinguished himself ever since. He plays guitar, flute and other percussive instruments during his Native Spiritual Musical Concerts. He travels to the Four Corners of Mother Earth, with The Universal Peace Federation. He is attached to the United Nations as an NGO, (Non-Governmental Organization); he is only one of the countless women and men Ambassadors who speak on behalf of "Love and Peace throughout the world today."

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DiVineEnvy wrote:

Lovely smiling cat DiVineEnvy
Is that yours ?

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Yes, lovely cat, but not mine.

The Power is Within

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There shall be many bedtime stories for all ages in the days to come. The story below is not really a bedtime story per se. It is a true dreamer’s story. Nobody can really tell a story in its holographic wholeness. That is why we love to hear good stories again and again, to allow our insights to see the unseen, and to hear the untold…

“Children of the Timeless Divine” was the first dance-theater piece I presented in the New York City. It was also the founding piece for my dance company — Ancient of Days Dance Theater.

I was just out of art school then, a foreign student who had a dream that was impossible to achieve according to any rational mind. Since I did not have too much rational mind, I did not know that was impossible. I just wanted to dance my soul’s knowingness, with the disciplines that had strengthened me my whole life. I knew that the messengers and the messages were one. I had to choose myself to be one of the One. Even in the toughest time we had great fun.

Acting like most fine dancers, I was taking classes, going to auditions, attending workshops by my favorite choreographers, and trying my best to get into some major dance companies… In the meantime, I came to realize that I was a total rebel who was impossible to tame. I refused to sell my finely disciplined dancer’s body to be a dancing machine. To me soulless dancing was vain. There was a secret knowingness hidden behind my humble, polite, nice dancer’s persona. I knew then I had danced for an eternity in different cultures, in different civilizations, and in different lifetimes and timelines. Oh---hush—hush--- You could not tell anyone things like this in those days. You knew who you were, that was enough to behold.

Very soon, the money was running out. Neither did I have a job, nor did I have anything to back me up… All I did was to keep on dreaming, and act accordingly in every given moment. There were those who thought they were my best friends, and would dutifully give me advice about how to survive. I appreciated their good intent. I have no interest in “survival”. To live has a different holographic reality than to survive.

No matter how many people wanted to l-o-v-e me, and how many people I wanted to l-o-v-e back, the real support I had in spirit was Mark who lived on the opposite coastline. I did not meet my other brilliant co-creators at that point in time. Rare birds are hard to find.

There were some tears, but I have already forgotten what they were about… All I remember is that one night, I was passing by a crystal shop around the corner of NYU. There was a note on the door that every Wed. there would be a group meditation. Wed.--- that was the next day. I had $5.00 in my pocket, just enough to pay the donation… Do you know that the homeless in the subbways told us that the best nation in the world was DO-NATION.

...We sat by ourselves for a while until a tall man with a shining forehead came to our sight. Calmly, he chose to sit next to me and began to guide the meditation. I was blissfully carefree again. I did not even remember that I just spent my last $5.00, in the world biggest city, far away from my birth land.

After the meditation, I asked that shining forehead

---Do you work here?

Yes—he said.

I said: “ Can I put down my phone number in case you need helpers.”

--Surely you can. He smiled. Woops--Did I just see some shining silver, gold, diamond like teeth? Or did I dream again?>

The next day I got the phone call to work there. Turned out that shining forehead and shining teeth was the owner — Mr. Runbenfeld. I did not realize then that this gentleman would be an angel of mine in the years to come.

That was a great time to transform any old-fashioned self-importance. I had to serve humbly no matter what identity I held for myself as the “REAL ME“. Tears were hidden when some wealthy women complained that they did not understand my English. I felt like a princess turned into a servant girl after the vanish of the kingdoms… Some dancers from my classes had already traveled with major companies. When they came back in town, they would visit me in the store, asking me if there was any news.

I just got my MFA degree few weeks ago… there I was, working on a job that did not give me any pride except growth, and silent cry. Then, there were people from my birth land showing off their status as so and so professors… I had to find a way to tell them how bad they truly smell. Why would I want to be a professor when I just grew out of the school? That was not my timeline. There were much deeper dances of humanity on the streets of New York than any air-conditioned professors’ office. I only wanted to dance the visions in my dreams… and to dance for all my brothers and sisters beyond space/time.

Those thoughts were lofty and divine.

I should be the embodiment of my visions

from the dreamland.

Simple truth is old wine.

Ignoring the ripples,

I made decisions from the old wine.

Some people thought I was mad,

Never

talk to them again made me very glad.



Simple and willful, not unlike that mysterious Apple…destiny is my best friend. Regardless how “un-fortunate” it seemed from the outer world, I was actually really happy most of the time. No money to go to ballet class, but plenty inspiration to dance in my humble room after work. The room I lived in was about the size of some wealthy people’s closet. It was on a second floor of First Ave and 15th street- a little above the East Village. Unlike these days, wealthy lawyers and business people would own a nice apartment there. In the late 80’s, East Village was a place for students, artists, drug addicts, homeless, walking girls…

It was a mad-boiling-bathtub for fearless dreamers like me. Some suffered from very bad dreams. I had learned to respect others’ dreams by living up precious dreams of mine. There were people who were mean and unhealthy because they killed their own dreams… There were people who always copy others' dreams to get attention... Half-bottle-wine makes more noise than the full-bottle-wine. The shallower the bottle, the noisier it rattles… There were those who hated the dreamers, simply because they could dream no more...

My little room above the Village was a powerful dream field. There I was, singing and dancing in the candle light, writing love letters to the mankind, counting pennies to pay the rent… From the windows half glass, half plastic, taped with colored paper, I watched the dramas on the streets, and tried to see the dreams in people’s hearts and minds… Three years like fairy tales, and I did the first three full evening dance-theater pieces from what I learned from the streets.



In the crystal shop, there was a beautiful girl with eyes like a dolphin. She liked to give me some mysterious smile as if she saw another me from another timeline. We were telepathic in our communication. Not too much said but winking and giggling.

One night--- perhaps it was the midsummer-night--- we were sitting on the doorsteps outside the store. The air was faintly shimmering. Very few people were passing by. There were homeless and drunkards around the corner playing their street dramas with the passers. Different worlds and different dreams all gathered in the same street. Like busy birds, we did not remember what we had spoken or not spoken... The "files" had been downloaded between our minds. She looked more and more like a dolphin. Her nose grew pointier than moments ago. I did not know what I looked like while she stared at me in her newly shifted purple eyes. The noisy streets faded away... The human she and the human I remained on the doorsteps, while our other selves were laughing, crying, yearning like ET Phone Home…

Our human selves both had danced since we were 4-5 years old. We both knew what the greatness was about. The stars were falling right across our sights. Many visions reflected back and forth from mind to mind, as if we were saying to each other: “The stars and we are one. Shine on… “ Then the breeze came, cooling us down- down, down… down to the doorstep where we sat. We did not know it was the same night or another dawn.

Josie Conte was her maiden name. When she offered the request to be my dancer, we both were saying---I do, me too.

No, I did not walk home. I floated. I met my first dancer in the New York City ---not in the ballet class or the “ who is who society “, but in our Cinderella form, humble and profound.

Passing by those homeless on the sidewalk, I danced for them in my heart, deceptively still. We saw different sights of mankind in those streets unkind.

”Good night — princess” they said.

“Good night!”… My humble steps did not reveal my zeal.

Every star was the silent witness. I learned to listen at will.

Two weeks later, Josie asked me to choreograph a concert to someone’s music. That someone was crazily in love with Josie, and he wanted to see her dance to his music. My wage was $7.00 /per hour, and the rental of the studio was $7.00/per hour…Like every great artist who had ever walked the earth, we hold the answers secretly in confidence. Money could buy neither our mind nor our hearts. We were more than “great”… We knew we were the gifts from Divine to mankind.

We were Children of the Timeless Divine.

Soon after that night, I got a phone call from Richard, the composer.

-- “Hello, Yienan, I need to write something for the PR, what is the name of your dance company?”

--“ Oh, can I get you back tomorrow?” Calmly and professionally, I let down the phone.<

The name of---my--- dance--- company? Bubble, bubble, trouble turned giggle… The stars and I were happy campers that night. Ourr dreams had flooded the sky.

No, no great audience, no reviews, no flowers and no “ adoration” at that time. Only something like this---

Gee, you are real talented!

Or something like —

Beautiful! Where do you come from?

Or ---

Is this ballet or modern dance?

I have never seen anything like this before. Is this Chinese?

Or---

Keep on going, girls…

--Talented?

--Beautiful?

--GIRLS???

That's it? Don't they get the MESSAGE?????

I did not punch their faces.

I had witnessed the dance of unseen.

Subtle is the dance of nature.

The seeds had been sown.

Children of the Timeless Divine …

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Caring Makes Us Human - Troy Chapman

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