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Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Was sie will bekommt sie auch
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still
In Buddhism, the mental states experienced after a physical or mental object enters the mind are called THOUGHT MOMENTS. During interviews with people on the streets, the micro-expressions of the interviewees are slowed down and eye direction is tracked, highlighting the responses to ten simple questions.
Surrounding each subject's head are the various regions of thought. These are the same for everyone.
It is the time of the autumn equinox, and the harvest is winding down. The fields are nearly empty, because the crops have been plucked and stored for the coming winter. Mabon is the mid-harvest festival, and it is when we take a few moments to honor the changing seasons, and celebrate the second harvest. On or around September 21, for many Pagan and Wiccan traditions it is a time of giving thanks for the things we have, whether it is abundant crops or other blessings.
Mabon is a time rich in magic, all connected to the changing seasons of the earth. Why not take advantage of nature's bounty, and work a little magic of your own?
A Prayer For Balance
Equal hours of light and darkness
we celebrate the balance of Mabon,
and ask the gods to bless us.
For all that is bad, there is good.
For that which is despair, there is hope.
For the moments of pain, there are moments of love.
For all that falls, there is the chance to rise again.
May we find balance in our lives
as we find it in our hearts.
No one falls in love by choice,
It is by chance.
No one stays in love by chance,
It is by work.
And no one falls out of love by chance,
It is by choice.
There is an Indian proverb that says everyone is a house with four rooms - a physical, an emotional, a mental and a spiritual. Most of us tend to live in one room most of the time, but unless we go into every room every day, even if only to keep it aired, we are not a complete person.
Sally Lunn bread. As delicious as it can be controversial! Some believe that Sally Lunn was an 18th-century woman from Bath, England, who created rich, slightly sweet and cake-like buns, which would be split and topped with thick, clotted cream, to serve at tea-parties. Others maintain there was never a "Sally Lunn" at all, and in fact her name is simply a corruption of the "soleil et lune" cake made by French Protestant refugees.
Either way.. There are a remarkable number of Sally Lunn theories, just as there are a number of varied recipies for the bread that bears her name. This bread, loaded with butter and eggs, is hardly dietetic, but so absolutely delicious, you'll never see leftovers!
Here are two recipes I know will satisfy and delight! I prefer the bread machine version. Not everyone has one.. But if you love the aroma and taste of fresh-baked bread without all the work and mess, I would highly recommend purchasing one of these machines! (PM me if you own one and want some additional recipes...)
Sally Lunn Bread ~ For Bread Machine. Use "Light Crust" setting.
3/4 Cup Milk
4 Tbsp Butter
2 Eggs
2 tsp Salt
1/3 Cup Sugar
3-1/2 Cups Bread Flour
2 tsp Yeast
Sally Lunn Bread ~ For the Conventional Oven
1 cup milk
1 (0.25-ounce) package active dry yeast ( or 2 1/4 teaspoons)
1/2 cup butter or margarine, softened
1/3 cup granulated sugar
1 teaspoon salt
3 large eggs
4 cups all-purpose flour
Heat milk in a saucepan over low heat until hot. Cool to 110 degrees.
Dissolve yeast in warm milk and let stand 5 minutes.
Beat butter at medium speed of an electric mixer until fluffy. Gradually add sugar and salt. Continue to beat well. Add eggs and beat again. Add flour alternately with milk mixture, beginning and ending with flour.
Cover and let rise in a warm, draft-free location, for about an hour or until dough has doubled in size.
Beat at medium speed until smooth. Cover and let rise an additional 45 minutes or until doubled in size.
Spoon batter into a lightly greased and floured 9-inch tube pan.
Bake at 350 degrees for 35 to 40 minutes or until golden. Remove from pan and cool on a wire rack.
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Madness of Time ~ Written by Noe
Time shifts in small earthquakes. These quakes do not register on a regular scale but can only be detected by machines buried deep in the earth. With each spike on the paper, each anomaly from the steady rhythm, tectonic plates move and time skips forward. How many of these little quakes had shaken the invisible layers of crust floating above the mantle?
Years had gone by, hundreds of tiny tremors, unnoticed, beneath her feet.
And now? Now she stands against the parapet of her domain watching the orange crystal orb, lifted and spilling magic, spin marking its own passage of time. With a sigh she pushes off the edge and walks slowly to the floors below. What a fortress she had built, castle walls rising high above the water on her rocky island, orange crystal orbs spinning, pulsing, lending magic to her world. It was lit and blazing among the dark walls, lights that cast a beacon to the sea.
Another vibration of the ground, another tick of the clock.
She could no longer remember if she had been walling the world out or building herself in. Her feet echo as she makes her rounds, pushing through huge ornate doors to check either outer room on the next level, eyes scanning the lamps to make sure all was aglow.
Down again, empty low ceiling rooms, she slides fingers down gleaming orange silk curtains that lead out to the balconies, they whisper and shift at her touch. The flames outside always stayed lit, but it was part of her evening to check them, part of her routine. Leaning against an edge her golden eyes rake over the gardens below, gardens full of the same magic that held the edges of her dark home together.
Tectonic plates drifting, moving where they cannot be seen.
Silence in her castle, huge, stony, empty silence. She had let them all go. “Where have you gone?” she calls out in a frantic moment darting her eyes about. No sound, she tenses, concentrates. Once she had lovers and she had grand parties; once she had laughter. More empty rooms checked. Then she descends the cherry wood lined stairs letting her skirts drag upon them, rippling and swooshing. These were the things that kept her company now. Above an epic fireplace hung a picture of the very castle she was walking, what strange vanity she had.
Near the wooden castle doors she pauses and breathes in the mist that rises from a formidable opening. For the first time she smiles. Reaching out a hand she lovingly touches the vines that had pushed through her stony floor. “Hello,” she whispers and it is as if the vine arches like a cat to her delicate touch.
The needle moving on a seismograph, making electronic notes, recording.
Her pitch colored hair ruffles in the breeze as she crosses the long bridge, her spinning, soothing sculptures riding high above the grounds. Through the gardens that kiss the base of her castle she whispers, “Speak to me, speak to me…”, her once lithe figure passing glittering mushrooms, twisted vines, blue lights with a magic heartbeat and the peaceful fountain.
White rolling mists leave wet droplets on her silk shell as she reaches her final goal, the place she stays in more and more, longer and longer. Far below her castle lies a lush grotto soaked in her magic and the nature of the earth. In this grotto, beyond the low hanging branches of the trees, over bridges and bubbling streams, was also her eternal winter. “In here, in here, in here…” she whispers inside her own madness for as each castle wall rose it destroyed the high built edges of her mind. Adrift in the magic she was lost with only shimmers of clarity. She lay down by a blazing fire, content in her lost mind.
Time passes in ways that cannot be seen, in ripples and tremors that move the earth.
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One of my Philippina friends suggested I try Buko juice. I'd never heard of it before and asked a little about it. "Buko" essentially translates to "young coconut" so Buko juice is sometimes known as Coconut Milk Drink.
There are two ways to create a Buko juice drink. One is by using fresh coconut juice from the coconut fruit, the other way is by using canned Buko juice concentrate purchased from the supermarket. Either way, they offer a refreshing and healthy drink. Buko juice is even known to help cure Urinary Tract Infection.
To prepare From Concentrate
2 Cans (8oz each) Coconut Fruit Juice Concentrate
2 Cups Water
2 Tbsp Sugar
Pitcher
Ice
Simply pour the coconut juice into the pitcher, add water and sugar. Stir.
Serve over ice.
Tired of the trashed mainlands? How about an entire cluster of inter-connected Second Life regions with no ad-farms, no lagging dance clubs, none of the usual junk that's plagued most of the mainland grid?
The Independent State of Caledon was acquired from Linden Labs some years ago and has remained as it was ~ a victorian-era region where creativity, beauty and a bit of Steampunk style run wild.
Presenting.. Caledon:
