TANGIBLE ILLUSIONS

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(Photograph by Jerry Uelsmann)

The Event

below the surface

filthy in every which way rendezvous

at ground level

the hangover cure cafes

not so hidden, hidden brothel retreats

divinely cut-loose ever so purple showgirls

all-inclusive sexual indulgence

the wizardry of New Orleans jazz migrated

potent blinding nectarous spirits

voluptuous fly-by-nights

a stained mattress for spare change

the feckless drag of syphilis and gonorrhoea

 

purest decadent heaven

for the young scribblers

the budding philosophers

the pubescent painters

the theatrical muses

sweet dreamers one and all

Yet what is this she hears? Tantalizing dreamers brought to their knees? Subjugated? The grapevine never lies. In the twinkling of an eye, the self-proclaimed Presidente La Sandmano and his menagerie of debauched (they would, of course claim otherwise) compatriots have seized control. The Land of Nod, a safe-haven no more for those gifted sleepers inclined toward the offbeat pleasures of scandalous scarlet rose petal…

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Eve of Yalda

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As I remember, in our families Yalda night we’re getting together beneath the warm Korsi and my oldest aunt sitting on the top, breaking the nuts and telling wonderful fairytales. and sometimes soothsaying by Hafiz poems. ❤

P. James Clark's avatarThe Classical Astrologer

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The Christmas Truce of 1914: A Heartening Story of Humanity in the Middle of War

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A symbolic moment of peace, grace, and humility amidst one of humanity’s most violent and disgraceful events.

Via https://www.brainpickings.org/ BY MARIA POPOVA

Make Love, No War. how it can be helpful to learn from our past and failure to make our life better. Let’s never forget them and try to live in peace together in this beautiful world ❤ ❤

In December of 1914, a series of grassroots, unofficial ceasefires took hold of the Western Front in the heat of WWI. On Christmas, soldiers from an estimated 100,000 British and German troops began to exchange seasonal greetings and sing songs across the trenches, some even walked over to their opponents bearing gifts. The incident became one of the most heart-warming displays of humanity in the history of human conflict and was dubbed the Christmas Truce.

Depiction of the Christmas Truce of 1914 by artist A. C. Michael, originally published in the Illustrated London News on January 9, 1915, with the caption “British and German Soldiers Arm-in-Arm Exchanging Headgear: A Christmas Truce between Opposing Trenches.”

From the trenches, a 19-year-old British private by the name of Henry William Williams — a man of confounding contradictions himself, who would go on to become one of the most lyrical nature writers in the English language, an early admirer of Hitler, and an opponent of the Second World War — wrote to his mother on Boxing Day:

Dear Mother, I am writing from the trenches. It is 11 o’clock in the morning. Beside me is a coke fire, opposite me a ‘dug-out’ (wet) with straw in it. The ground is sloppy in the actual trench but frozen elsewhere. In my mouth is a pipe presented by Princess Mary. In the pipe is tobacco. Of course, you say. But wait. In the pipe is German tobacco. Haha, you say, from a prisoner or found in a captured trench. Oh dear, no! From a German soldier. Yes, a live German soldier from his own trench. Yesterday the British & Germans met & shook hands in the Ground between the trenches, & exchanged souvenirs, & shook hands. Yes, all day Xmas day, & as I write. Marvellous, isn’t it?

This lovely short film captures the story and spirit of this symbolic moment of peace, grace, and humility amid one of history’s most violent and disgraceful failures of humanity.

Complement with Eleanor Roosevelt’s little-known children’s book about Christmas and hope amid war.

HT @vcmcguire

O Holy Night, Images Sacred & Sublime

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A beautiful song with wonderful pictures 🙂 Thanks ❤

Happy and great holidays to all of Ypu ❤ ❤ 

Deborah J. Brasket's avatarDeborah J. Brasket, Author

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I’ve gathered some images, sacred and sublime, to scroll through as you listen to “O Holy Night“, one of my favorite Christmas carols.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHdx77aAvkc

I love this song, not only for the haunting melody and beautiful  lyrics, but also because night has always seemed holy to me.

When I walk out beneath the stars on a cold or balmy night, I’m awestruck by such beauty and mystery and magnificence. I feel humbled and incredibly grateful, as if witnessing the hand of the divine writ large across the sky.

The images below are my gift to you. They reflect what this season is all about for me, a sense of the sacred and sublime–scenes of the birth of Christ and families celebrating Christmas.

Photos of spectacular sunsets and winter wonderlands–nature in all her glory.

And finally, images of an infinite universe stretching out and wrapping about the earth as if we were…

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THE PRISONER

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In abandoned captivity, within a wrought iron cage, within a cold Caen limestone walled cell, within a forgotten fortress set in the shadow of the dark side of civilization, sits an innocent occupant, determined by his sniggering contemporaries to be the guilty party, his crime, the stealing of the hearts of a divided nation. He tells lies. To himself. There was, after all, not another living soul to speak with or at insofar as he was aware.

Often, he would latch onto the merest glimpse of the enchanted boulevard where belles dames de la nuit would promenade when off duty, from the single arrowslit that sadly, for him at least, did not exist. For his sins, he lived in permanent darkness, his eyes as  functionless as his appendix. On other occasions he would pray that he had a beard, in denial that his beard, one he regularly tripped over, now…

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The tension of the Future…..~Carl Jung

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via  C.G. Jung & Wholeness By
Craig Nelson & also https://carljungdepthpsychologysite.blog/
CARL JUNG; RED BOOKFUTURESALVATIONWAY

Author: lewislafontaine Life, Work and Legacy of Carl Jung

“..the tension between Christ and the devil is in consciousness..”
C.G. Jung, Stone by Stone…”

The words say everything, though, Dr Jung here used the Christ (but not Jesus) just to show what he meant, isn’t religious but the recognition of the purity, as in the Christion’s religion has been known. I myself, have found Jesus as a phenomenal personality, even as I lived in Iran, as a Muslim. (I might notice here that the Muslims recognize Jesus and his mother Maria, as the holy persons in their religion.) but it wasn’t the reason why I did so; it was just because of his message: Love. Anyhow, what it’s saying here is, in my opinion, means that we’re always in the fight between two sides of ours: the light and the dark side. and further, I say the winning point is our unconsciousness, and to know it. we must get deeper and deeper in our soul to know ourselves better.

There is only one way and that is your way; there is only one salvation and that is your salvation.

Here I take the opportunity to use these two posts by two greats C.G.Jung experts Craig Nelson & lewislafontaine who also, fortunately, are my friends. to explain my feelings on this issue.

The tension of the future is unbearable in us. It must break through narrow cracks, it must force new ways.

You want to cast off the burden, you want to escape the inescapable. Running away is deception and detour.

Shut your eyes so that you do not see the manifold, the outwardly plural, the tearing away and the tempting.

There is only one way and that is your way; there is only one salvation and that is your salvation.

Why are you looking around for help?

Do you believe that help will come from outside?

What is to come is created in you and from you.

Hence look into yourself Do not compare, do not measure. No other way is really yours.

All other ways deceive and tempt you.

You must fulfill the way that is in you ~Carl Jung, Red Book, Page 308.

i, all my being slowly aging

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A conversation with roses

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Sheep notes from a floodplain meadow

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World’s second oldest Christmas Tree

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Amazing 😊✌🙏