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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8d3M9ur6JBg/TxtAwfklsmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sA3JY66IYcE/s320/12-september-2010-005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700220955220357730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Series of public shared spiritual experiences and tales&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th January – 8th of April 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The “Golden Gate” &lt;br /&gt;The Taoist way of saying &lt;br /&gt;That god is a window to existence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• It is a series of multi dimensional circumstances taking place the Taoist or passive way. &lt;br /&gt;• A bizarre interaction between the happenings before and beyond the Golden Gate.  &lt;br /&gt;• And the idle hope to end the painful sleep of a few people at the Abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th of January 2011&lt;/strong&gt;: The beginning of “Beyond the Golden Gate”. Yes, I did it again but he doesn’t know a thing about the things I did in the past. It is useless to search for the Golden Gate: It appears before you when you are ready to enter it, not one second earlier. 10 years ago,  golden cry for freedom. A very loud and intense need scream cried out my very last bit of energy at the deepest depth of the inner ocean, in total agony. It was an important turning point and the first stone or the first step of the golden Gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; "Gold" Spandau Ballet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first love song &lt;br /&gt;Total divinity is our place of being&lt;br /&gt;The Eternal Homeland&lt;br /&gt;The creatures of the night encourage me &lt;br /&gt;To start for the way home&lt;br /&gt;I Listen carefully to the angel’s song&lt;br /&gt;They sing our love song &lt;br /&gt;“Be who you are” &lt;br /&gt;I Hear, I See and Ifeel!  &lt;br /&gt;I am the future bride &lt;br /&gt;Preparing me for the sacred marriage &lt;br /&gt;A fire red bridal veil adorns endless sky &lt;br /&gt;Fly with the wings of this love &lt;br /&gt;So black and red will be united &lt;br /&gt;Our whisperings will be the only indicators&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the many abysses&lt;br /&gt;It are the noble ecstasies &lt;br /&gt;Generated by my own being&lt;br /&gt;In the wheel life &lt;br /&gt;The vehicle to the stars &lt;br /&gt;The path of life is hidden &lt;br /&gt;I melt away &lt;br /&gt;With the fragrance of sweet smelling inner roses &lt;br /&gt;And feeding me with the joy of my heart  &lt;br /&gt;To fly on the wings of the eagle  &lt;br /&gt;The scarlet roses collecting universal love essence &lt;br /&gt;This god’s nectar drips slowly in your heart &lt;br /&gt;Oh, the power of love will lead me to the people &lt;br /&gt;And will reveal the divine nature &lt;br /&gt;The growing Love embraces the coldness of my prison &lt;br /&gt;I fly with a golden sun disk between my wings &lt;br /&gt;To the top of the world mountain &lt;br /&gt;The black eagle is colouring red&lt;br /&gt;Then he will change to white &lt;br /&gt;Until he is finally of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th of January 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invisible lover &lt;br /&gt;The red love roses are growing&lt;br /&gt;I always find new food in His heart&lt;br /&gt;One with the Sun &lt;br /&gt;The Golden Dawn as it should be &lt;br /&gt;Mother Earth weeps tears of glory &lt;br /&gt;In a décor of misery &lt;br /&gt;There is a most secret place &lt;br /&gt;The amethyst palace on the mountain of the world!  &lt;br /&gt;It is the home of Horus &lt;br /&gt;Whose Eye is Him and me &lt;br /&gt;Glory shines in his eyes but also in mine&lt;br /&gt;He has sent me the gold hawk &lt;br /&gt;To clean up the stardust&lt;br /&gt;So that the labour pains quickly pass&lt;br /&gt;We met in the night to conquer the day&lt;br /&gt;We are the moon creatures &lt;br /&gt;That will be the heroes of the Golden Dawn &lt;br /&gt;While we watch the red sunset &lt;br /&gt;While listening to the eagle’s song &lt;br /&gt;I feel the Twin &lt;br /&gt;The ecstasy of the stars are shining in our hearts &lt;br /&gt;I Surrender to these emotions&lt;br /&gt;Coming forth from our inner fire &lt;br /&gt;I Trust! &lt;br /&gt;At midnight in the marriage of the opposites &lt;br /&gt;I Embrace the beauty of our love &lt;br /&gt;And let the holy wines flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Joe Cocker with “You can leave hat on” or as I hear it: You can leave your “Head” on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5NHDwmabsW4/TxtB7jpOxuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VBXFzbHnba4/s1600/17-okt-2010-009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5NHDwmabsW4/TxtB7jpOxuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VBXFzbHnba4/s320/17-okt-2010-009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700222244803757794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th of January 2011&lt;/strong&gt;: The self unfolding mystery: silence rules in the night interrupted by sweet music. The first step towards eternal movement. A jewel in the night sky was my witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Mari Boine with Eagle Brother &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th of January 2011&lt;/strong&gt;: Bright sunshine on a carpet of white snow. The present is always blissful! The ecstatic vibes of the song of a whistling little bird on my balcony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th of January 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; The victorious child says goodbye to victory, it was the right time to renounce it. The river of life flows on, nourishing beads, thousands of possibilities. Inner wealth grows in the Land of the Rising Sun as a bride of the Sun.Brilliance after brilliance as a wedding’s gift. The non-burning love anoints my being in the consciousness of every new moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Mari Boine with “I come from the other side”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th of January: &lt;/strong&gt;Beautiful and powerful mediations, encounters with different parts and layers within myself. Floating on my own river of life. Good vibrations you have to create yourself. The art is to let them vibrate indefinitely as a warm breeze that gently caresses the faces, as silent whisperings in joy of life, as a spring feeling full of possibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dRaRRRzPp5E/TxtEiTyO8dI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sPKvZASq7Ac/s1600/Harlequin%2BGold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dRaRRRzPp5E/TxtEiTyO8dI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sPKvZASq7Ac/s320/Harlequin%2BGold.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700225109584703954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14th of January 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; In the grey ashes appears a white light beam&lt;br /&gt;giving birth to deep joy.Love grows and joy heals. The universe is embedded in my soul as a never-ending rain of flowers. &lt;br /&gt;Golden Harlequin, gifts from Hotei, the Laughing Buddha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th of January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest day&lt;br /&gt;A reversal&lt;br /&gt;No more reflexive&lt;br /&gt;Gates everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Invisible wormholes&lt;br /&gt;Never good&lt;br /&gt;Distraction in distraction&lt;br /&gt;Pegasus the winged horse&lt;br /&gt;I'm the rudder and the driver&lt;br /&gt;Always in the middle&lt;br /&gt;On the self-paved roads&lt;br /&gt;Blessed by own grown rose petals&lt;br /&gt;baptized with my tears&lt;br /&gt;Water Pearls from ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Precious stones&lt;br /&gt;Exceptional gloss&lt;br /&gt;The summer begins&lt;br /&gt;The longest day&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;In Buddha's lantern&lt;br /&gt;All is visible&lt;br /&gt;In light and darkness&lt;br /&gt;Eternal determining consciousness&lt;br /&gt;The eye in Mimir's Well&lt;br /&gt;Omniscient in being vibrations&lt;br /&gt;The thin plain&lt;br /&gt;all containing&lt;br /&gt;All-pervasive&lt;br /&gt;There is no dust on my shoes to shake off&lt;br /&gt;A walker without footprints&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by delicious floral scents&lt;br /&gt;Transformation after transformation&lt;br /&gt;Enhancement after enhancement&lt;br /&gt;The inner gold in subtle being vibrations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th January 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Beyond the Golden Gate; these experiences can't be communicate. The Sun teaches me the absorption of the nourishing golden prana and how to spin gold of it as food for the subtle bodies. It creates an inner tornado whirling wild through my inner systems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th of January 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; El Condor Pasa … a day without energy, enjoying my sofa so the inner cleaning tornado can do its work.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Simon and Garfunkel "El Condor pasa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th of January 2011&lt;/strong&gt; Osho, an eternal &amp; oceanic being. Never born never died.&lt;br /&gt;One with the spirit of ecstasy: the karmic house is empty and clean and it wasn’t the clean up woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st of January 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Nature speaks in thousands of tongues, but not in language.(Osho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music&lt;/strong&gt;: "Hey Little Girl"Icehouse&lt;br /&gt;Remembering my past life in Nazi Germany: I was a performing artist, dancer &amp; singer in Berlin, a mixture of Isadora Duncan &amp; Mata Hari. As the dancer in this video clip I also had to give up dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJRHBKgtImc/TxtF4LuojRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Kqi4YAjP8jU/s1600/Eagle%2BEyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJRHBKgtImc/TxtF4LuojRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Kqi4YAjP8jU/s320/Eagle%2BEyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700226584890871058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23rd of January 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Orange day! &lt;br /&gt;"The nature of things", nothing can be done, things are following their own nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; The theme song of Onedin Line &lt;br /&gt;My boat is ready … for new adventures. In the night a beautiful memory of me and my maternal grandmother raised up: as a child we watched together to the "Onedin Line". She had the first colour TV in our street. She died in 1976; I was 15 years old then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th of January 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; The Sun is new every day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th of January 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Make me smile... &lt;br /&gt;The mind is the wish-fulfilling tree--whatsoever one thinks, sooner or later it is fulfilled. Be careful with what you think.(Osho) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th of January 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Obstruction dissolves before my eyes. The Greek Bible does it again: variety makes live richer.&lt;br /&gt;Music: "Vincent" (starry starry Night) Don McLean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31st January 2011&lt;/strong&gt;: Interesting unmaskings and the demolition of it’s of dirty politics. It is harvest or paying time! Life is big adventure &amp; I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd of February 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; I know what you did last night. An airy bullock head, A spider demon and exorcism. Belgian &amp; Greek hilarity in strong stories and it’s no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Fire &amp; Water child: "Steamy windows"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gift of the laughing Buddha: Life is a joke, no matter what happens. If you can laugh with your own misery it vanishes as snow for the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd of February 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Connecting old friends, beautiful oriental clothing and exotic jewellery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th of February 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Time is not money; time is eternity in tune with the universe.(Osho) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th of February 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Escaping from the inescapable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Albatros” of Fleetwood Mac: O yeah, I also escaped here once&lt;br /&gt;“Nights in White satin” of Mario Frangoulis&lt;br /&gt;“Woman” of the Scorpions: O yeah, I remembered … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-boDWauUxMIg/TxtH5OQChKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9OhjXkgcMQo/s1600/Mei-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-boDWauUxMIg/TxtH5OQChKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9OhjXkgcMQo/s320/Mei-2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700228801770980514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th of February 2011 &lt;/strong&gt;: Facing very old demons in myself, as old as existence itself. They evaporate when smiling at them! O yeah, cheers to laughter! &lt;br /&gt;I’ve lost 2 Apes and a black panther that way. What a wonderful feeling!&lt;br /&gt;History repeated itself: fantasized gossip about non existing love affairs. Steamy windows, a runny nose and ultra red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Fools always have a subtle wisdom in them, and the wise always act like fools. In the old days all great emperors always had one fool in their court. They had many wise men, counsellors, ministers and prime ministers, but always one fool. (Osho) &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th of February 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Every evening I celebrate the time between day and night.Participation &amp; intelligence. Always watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Have you ever seen night going? &lt;br /&gt;Very few people even become aware of things which are happening every day. Have you ever seen the evening coming? &lt;br /&gt;The midnight and its song? &lt;br /&gt;The sunrise and its beauty?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th of February 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; A splendid musical and poetic evening at C-mine with a Greek touch. The crazy wisdom of a loving heart in deep gratitude for whatever life brings, without any expectations or demands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th of February 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Power blinds the eyes, love opens the eyes. Insecurity is the only way to grow, to face danger is the only way to grow, to accept the challenge of the unknown is the only way to grow..  That's the way to yourself our Paradise! That’s awareness! (Osho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say “love is blind” … the English call it “Falling” in love. As an eye opener it should be rising in love. That what people call love doesn’t open the eyes. Love is an inner consciousness experience that connects us with all. The majority of the people are walking on wrong roads, strayed from their inner being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th of February 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing depends only on my action; there are thousands of crisscrossing energies. The total of the energies will decide the outcome. (Osho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th of February 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Each moment has to be taken as if this were the last moment. If you have found your truth within yourself there is nothing more in this whole existence to find. (Osho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st of February 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; A golden gate experience: Living in abundance, living in totality, living intensely, at the maximum, overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Kishore Kumar "O Mere dil Ke Chain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22nd of February 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; The real thing is your own consciousness. It carries no ready-made answers about what is wrong and what is right, no. But immediately, in what-ever situation arises, it gives you light, and you know immediately what to do. (Osho) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th of February 2011&lt;/strong&gt;: A Golden Date experience: oooooohhhh I was made for loving me.... inspired by "I was made for loving you" of Kiss!&lt;br /&gt;Through our social conditioning: education at home, school, religion, and … we have learned to love others except ourselves. This means that we need the other to receive or to project love. As long as we seek the source of love outside ourselves we need the other, this reduces us to beggars. By learning to love yourself and to go inwards, this will open the inexhaustible source of love in your heart, which connects you with all and everyone, with the whole universe. You don’t need the other anymore to experience love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th of February 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Golden Gate experiencing is the feeling of wonder itself, the thrill of communion, the gentle touch of our connectedness with all that surrounds us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th of February 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Magic is the most misunderstood of all arts or sciences. That's the reason for so many victims. Most magicians don't know what they do. And for their victims: they are to unconscious to feel, see or whatever what is done to them and if you warn them they don't believe you. They get caught by it again and again ... very sad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-svKbzL9ZKR8/TxtJ78Q65oI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Bep2bVrlPjE/s1600/Coins-for-the-Ferryman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-svKbzL9ZKR8/TxtJ78Q65oI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Bep2bVrlPjE/s320/Coins-for-the-Ferryman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700231047505700482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th of February 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; The documentary: “Dark fellowships: The Nazi cult” comes the closest to my dreams, nightmares &amp; visions of a previous life in Nazi Germany. It feels like that I am still healing from the incurred damages from that life: the pain &amp; the horror. I try to place it and to see the lessons I had to learn. Luckily I am almost at the end of this process. My lover or husband was a very dedicated magician and sat on board of several dark societies. He was one of the leading figures behind the scenes; he was not a German and is also not in this video. Despite the fact that I was also a victim of that regime, I was primarily a witness. In my very early childhood I had for me inexplicable visions, dreams and nightmares. When I took up the Armanen or German Runes I became an answer to most questions. I have spent much time studying occult Germany and it was really creepy to find all my lifelong visions back in it. I was an international performing artist, intuitive dance and song, and known as the “Red Angel” and living in Berlin. My style was a mixture of Isadora Duncun (I have known her personally) and oriental dance. I performed mostly in Germany but also Paris and New York. I have memories of several underground work and experimenting places:  the flying saucers or one of them.  I saw pharmaceutics, magical, psychological, emotional, spiritual, occult physical and sexual experiments, exploitation and abuse of worst kind. I was able to escape this horror but I had to fight extremely hard for myself and two children. I was also shot in my legs so I couldn’t dance no more. It is almost impossible to get rid of this kind of influences … I was almost finished with it and the death came. I had to come back to complete the process to get rid of the last bits and to leave the black hole network behind me …  and yes I did it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd of March 2011: &lt;/strong&gt;Reflections on Golden Earring’s “When the Lady smiles” and “Twilight zone”. O yeah … When the bullet hits the bone in twilight zone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Old Man and the Greek Connection are hot again. This is much better then the constantly rehashing of ancient Greek mythology. All blessings in disguise, but they don’t know it yet. Oh yes, let’s dance! When the lady smiles, no one dares to look. He says that is old wine in new bottles, but he has still much sands in his eyes. The Old Man is not dead; he lives in the shadows on the wall. The Greeks invented the “Tragedy” and they are the best in it. But for the spectators it looks like a tragicomedy, with occurrences generating big belly laughter. No matter how these new old bottles of wine look like: the “old man” and the “Greek connection” are the absurd repetitions of repetitions of rhythms of the devil’s march in the abyss. When the bullet hits the bone in twilight zone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjzH8inU9Gw/TxtKgDZ83-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B1Iy3ln34WM/s1600/Grail-Knights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjzH8inU9Gw/TxtKgDZ83-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B1Iy3ln34WM/s320/Grail-Knights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700231667897917410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd of March 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; The difference between the little-ness of absurdities born out of narrow mind-ness &amp; the great-ness of a real laugh. &lt;br /&gt;Occupational therapy for hopeless cases ... here we go again have a dive in the governmental absurdities, it makes live is one big soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th of March 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; If you are nice, friendly &amp; respectful towards people they feel offended, if you are indifferent they feel pleased and you are mega cool. I stay loving, nice, friendly &amp; respectful ... the birds, the animals, the little children, the trees, the flowers will respond the same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th of March 2011: &lt;/strong&gt;I feel the powerful winds of Change: at the Omega or the big end throws me out. Alpha at the horizon shows the mystery of a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Aloneness is the presence of oneself. Loneliness is absence of the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th of March 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; The Old Master is the inner guide to the Golden Gate and the golden land &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NUf5QZRr-No/TxtLkv91noI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8kd2R-S9tFA/s1600/Old%2Bmaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NUf5QZRr-No/TxtLkv91noI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8kd2R-S9tFA/s320/Old%2Bmaster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700232848090701442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th of March 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Happiness happens when you fit with your life, when you fit so harmoniously that whatsoever you are doing is your joy. &lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying the rebellious fire ... The Himalaya under the carpet has the same rules for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th of March 2011: &lt;/strong&gt;Leave the Blind Spots to themselves ... they are against growth. Born to be wild!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th of March 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Red basics for an Aries: “I don't walk the line!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The mystic, creates him/herself. She/He doesn't work with objects, she/he works with the subject; she/he works on himself, her/his own being. And she/he is the real creator, the real poet, because she/he makes her/himself into a masterpiece. (Osho)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th of March 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Waking the dead, an eye in aneye  and a golden winged globe. The corpses under the carpet start living. O yes, there are also vampires in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14th of March 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; There are no manuals for hardcore rebels like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The revolutionary tries to change the old; the rebel simply comes out of the old, just as a snake slips out of the old skin and never looks back. (Osho)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th of March 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; In the inner sky, in the inner world, freedom is the highest value - everything else is secondary, even blissfulness, ecstasy. There are thousands of flowers, uncountable, but they all become possible in the climate of freedom. (Osho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood. The real seeker of truth never seeks truth. On the contrary, he tries to clean himself of all that is untrue, inauthentic, and insincere - and when his heart is ready, purified, the guest comes. You cannot find the guest, you cannot go after him. He comes to you; you just have to be prepared. You have to be in a right attitude. (Osho)&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th of March 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Sadness &amp; happiness in the offspring are opening new doors &amp; possibilities. It is all about being in the present. Enjoy life as it is, in balance with the eternal rhythm in us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIC_b3lwZz8/TxtNhtMJbAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/wL_Lx936rrI/s1600/Spirit-of-Ecstasy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIC_b3lwZz8/TxtNhtMJbAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/wL_Lx936rrI/s320/Spirit-of-Ecstasy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700234994829061122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th of March 2011: Sunshine in my hair and golden years. Dancing in the wild places of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23th of March 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; No history, no future, rejoicing in the present &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th of March 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; An intelligent person will begin his search from his inner being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th of March 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; I see no consciousness in the Leela Players, shifting from one side to the other. There is no sparkling in their dance. I am not the direction, not the driver &amp; pusher of their imaginary wheelchair. The retardant force of the turtle no longer weighs on me. &lt;br /&gt;Yes! A yellow Rose, a white pink Orchid and a huge white golden light lotus. Something great is happening  I am in awe for the fresh spring green of the weeping willows: they are always the first and the last ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BEkkuCZ0B10/TxtO0jPJJRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vewubO1BxiA/s1600/2-april-Domberg-031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BEkkuCZ0B10/TxtO0jPJJRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vewubO1BxiA/s320/2-april-Domberg-031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700236418086413586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th of March 2011: &lt;/strong&gt;The body should be a temple of joy, of song, of dance, of music, of creativity, of love and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Once your awareness becomes a flame, it burns up the whole slavery that the mind has created. There is no blissfulness more precious than freedom, than being a master of your own destiny. (Osho) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music of the day: Zucchero with “Il volo”, Jan Hammer with “Crockett’s Theme” and “Radar Love” of Golden Earring &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31st of March 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; In the hands of the wise, poison becomes medicine; in the hands of the fools, even medicine, even nectar, is bound to become poison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st of April 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; The golden gate experience on fool's day: be a fool; drop the Ego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd of April 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; The Golden Date experience in drinking wine, dancing on the beach and singing in the rain, and at the same time enjoying the depths of understanding and wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th of April 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Living on sunshine and inner Glamour, with an open mind, as a free soul and a sunshine heart.&lt;br /&gt;Music: “Wild boys” of Duran Duran&lt;br /&gt;Where are the wild Boys … Wo sind sie geblieben? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th of April 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; The only distinction between the dream and the real: reality allows you to doubt, and the dream does not allow you to doubt.... the capacity to doubt is one of the greatest blessings to humanity. (Osho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th of April 2011:&lt;/strong&gt; When you stop improving upon yourself, life improves you. In that relaxation, in that acceptance, life starts caressing you, life starts flowing through you. (Osho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the series “Beyond the Golden Gate”, which made an opening for "The adventures of a wild and crazy woman": A log of a rebel on the road again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eu_4KgqjrIM/TxtPWQwbafI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jU4jaa3mpRg/s1600/6-mei-2011-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eu_4KgqjrIM/TxtPWQwbafI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jU4jaa3mpRg/s320/6-mei-2011-002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700236997241301490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1641512659057834449-2567926091544503529?l=brajanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brajanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2567926091544503529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1641512659057834449&amp;postID=2567926091544503529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1641512659057834449/posts/default/2567926091544503529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1641512659057834449/posts/default/2567926091544503529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brajanne.blogspot.com/2012/01/beyond-golden-gate.html' title='Beyond the Golden Gate'/><author><name>Brajanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01434650024558361892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzOpSFa4HhM/Tb1qyylskEI/AAAAAAAAADw/U0n5PjOcrro/s220/maart-%2526-april-2010-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8d3M9ur6JBg/TxtAwfklsmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sA3JY66IYcE/s72-c/12-september-2010-005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641512659057834449.post-6666685116857681259</id><published>2012-01-21T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:28:39.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from beyond the Crypt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-40tSkhbDjEI/TxskTaLe_SI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dVs4HQll_tI/s1600/24-okt-2010-011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-40tSkhbDjEI/TxskTaLe_SI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dVs4HQll_tI/s320/24-okt-2010-011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700189669231099170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Series of Magickal &amp; Mystical Workings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;28 September 2010 - 6/01/2011&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 September:&lt;/strong&gt; One’s shadows or demons are reflections on the wall of stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Al II, 9: Remember all ye that existence is pure joy that all sorrows are but as shadows, they past &amp; are done. But there is that which remains.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote these sentences to remind someone to stay with himself and to stop fighting against the shadows and demons of the family past, triggered by someone who wants to stay the family boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 September:&lt;/strong&gt; I updated my black suitcase and I was a danger for the city traffic. Achmed, the death terrorist: a nickname for a family terrorist. A fairy tale thriller and a romantic comedy: the television menu for the Flemish audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 September:&lt;/strong&gt; Cranky &amp; envious looks from the bigots on femininity and a gentle aesthetic surgeon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Al, II, 58: Yea! Deem not of changes. Ye shall all be as you are &amp; not other. Therefore the kings of the earth shall be kings forever. The slaves shall serve. &lt;br /&gt;There is nobody that shall be cast down or lifted up: all is ever as it was. Ye there are masked my servants. It may be that yonder beggar is a king. A king may choose his garments as he will: there is no certain test: but a beggar can’t hide his poverty.&lt;/blockquote&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 October: A lady in red: laughing men &amp; angry women.A yellow flower, a golden apple &amp; a purple bleu key. O yeah ... I pushed the button. I just learned a new English word which suites me very well: "Bad-girl-ness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b45cd8gaNvA/Txsiwe7HaLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vGKv8l0unJE/s1600/24-okt-2010-013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b45cd8gaNvA/Txsiwe7HaLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vGKv8l0unJE/s320/24-okt-2010-013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700187969697573042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters in Grace&lt;br /&gt;Love Spells&lt;br /&gt;Bedroom eyes: &lt;br /&gt;O is the gate&lt;br /&gt;O is the gift&lt;br /&gt;Both are very swift&lt;br /&gt;The eagle’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:"Steamy Windows" of Tony Joe White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 October:&lt;/strong&gt; The Falcon, the welcoming Host: "Writing Runes in the Sky". The forbidden pleasures of the local scouts and another Lady in Red. Sunshine: the grass grows by itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 October:&lt;/strong&gt; German Food, a talk about being stabbed in the back &amp; a great walk. Orange power, Lilalilalila, playfulness and a Tao Magic Miracle: A gentle mother, two happy sons &amp; a fallen rat. A helpless tiny little baby &amp; No-thing-ness. An angry asshole fails again. &lt;br /&gt;The miracle is made undone by the two sons a little later: out of ignorance and hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 October:&lt;/strong&gt; Purple pleasures &amp; Exploding bombs. More denials to be a visible part of my biography.Perverted stories &amp; Unio Mystica. Reflecting Blue: I know what you did last Night!Future lingerie victims, unctuous silence &amp; shamanic transcendence. When the bullet hits its target; the target created the bullet all by itself. The content of my black suitcase is up to date. Flowering in joy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXZr9bO-p5Q/TxsoKQZygWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3v6STKeEzCU/s1600/Silence-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXZr9bO-p5Q/TxsoKQZygWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3v6STKeEzCU/s400/Silence-23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700193910034432354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 October:&lt;/strong&gt; Beyond the Last Asshole: Make me smile...&lt;br /&gt;The final point, unchained and a magickal revival. No one dares to play or dance with me.I don’t need black cats and Voodoo dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Ricky Martin with  “La Vida Loca”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 October:&lt;/strong&gt; Shunyato &amp; Mind Games. The games people play ... who wants to play with me?&lt;br /&gt;Mystery &amp; patience: where the Eagle flies. A wonderful view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 October:&lt;/strong&gt; Kali Visions, parties, a long sunny walk &amp; blood revelations. The dark Mother, the key to deep feminine Magick. Rebirth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 October:&lt;/strong&gt; A new beginning, without the burden of the past. My heartbeat, tuned in the source of life &amp; death. Most people don’t like the darkness of the roots &amp; condemn it. O yeah forever young. It’s thrilling: our souls are forever young &amp; fresh, it is the burden that makes us feel old. &lt;br /&gt;Skeletons, demons &amp; ghosts in the city: Halloween decoration in Genk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: "Schwarze Sonne" (Orchestral Version) of E Nomine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 October:&lt;/strong&gt; Facing the Night: "Where ever the magick takes me ... is my home!". Highest Heights &amp; deepest depths. The taste of success or failure. It comes and goes on the road of Life but there is that which remains. The entrance of heaven is in Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: "Mysteria" of E Nomine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B4kYuzwibOw/Txsqde0lFKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H3KkOqqrgtg/s1600/24-okt-2010-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B4kYuzwibOw/Txsqde0lFKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H3KkOqqrgtg/s320/24-okt-2010-005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700196439345665186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 October:&lt;/strong&gt; Blood &amp; Hecate Moon: "The Dark Mother reveals her secrets". No-thing-ness creates miracles but there are no eyes to see. Relaxing Massage oil &amp; a veggie Salami&lt;br /&gt;Music: "Die Runen von Asgard" of E Nomeni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 October:&lt;/strong&gt; The Hibiscus Flower: The "Magick" is launched ... everything can happen now.La Vie en Rose &amp; the exorcist. Celebration with "Ghost riders in the Sky".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 October:&lt;/strong&gt; The Whisperer of Secrets:  "The Idiot doesn't understand his secrets". Back to the Roots to take a dive in sparkling raw energy,O yeah! Everything can be a glorious adventure:Lady in black &amp; furtive looks.Gathering of nicknames: Barbie, Mega Mindy, stupid cow, wild thing, madame speciale, the artiste, lady in Red, Tarantula … any other suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 October:&lt;/strong&gt; The lion-ness in the Sun and good Music. United in a rapturous Dance "The great Embrace".&lt;br /&gt;An alcohol free pub tour and a magical meeting. Marvellous gatherings with interesting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 October:&lt;/strong&gt; Playfulness at a birthday party, bright sunshine &amp; every good idea.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 october:&lt;/strong&gt; A full moon walk in an almost empty city park. Sparkling aloneness. &lt;br /&gt;The Gates ore open: you can walk in or walk out, as you like or dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho Time“Each death is an opportunity to awake” &lt;br /&gt;All the riches that you have can be lost, can be stolen, will be lost on the day death will come &amp; will take everything away. When somebody has come to that inner diamond that is one’s owns being, death can’t take it away. Dearth is irrelevant o it. It can’t be stolen, it can’t be lost.&lt;br /&gt;The real death is a very delicate &amp; critical happening, a deep going mystery, also for the ones who stay behind &amp; which ones are open enough. I was 4 years old when my maternal grandfather died in a car accident. It provoked my first spiritual &amp; mystical experience which had a great impact on my whole life. I saw myself dying and I relived my comeback to earth, my birth again and again … at that time I had no idea what was going on &amp; it was very intense.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75IY0NhDvLc/Txss98rPqKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/msfXeZsBmzI/s1600/Open%2BPiramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75IY0NhDvLc/Txss98rPqKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/msfXeZsBmzI/s320/Open%2BPiramid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700199196138645666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 October: The Black Child: "Who dares?". Trust, a quantum jump, casualties in Voodoo &amp; Black Magic. Mysterious networks: "Twins".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: "I put the spell on you" CCR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho Time:Always remember: that which nourish you is real and that which gives you consolation is very dangerous. Because of this consolation you will not seek the real food. If you start living in dreams you don’t eat the real food, then by &amp; by you will dissipate, disappear, become dry &amp; you will be death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity has nothing to do with age, growing old is not necessary growing up &amp; one can be very old &amp; very childish. Age &amp; maturity have no necessary link. Maturity comes with meditation. Aging is an ordinary process; everybody ages. Animals age, trees age, people age; that has nothing to do with transformation.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 October:&lt;/strong&gt; Magical Red: "Bathing in flowering passion". Lust, Love and Kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: "Black Velvet" Alannah Myles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho Time:Lust is the same energy as love; the difference is only of direction. Lust moves downwards, love has started the uphill task. Lust is like roots of the tree. Love is like the wings of a bird. But the energy is the same. Energy as such is neutral. Unless you become conscious about it you can not be creative. And the downhill movement is very destructive: you simply disappearing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust is always cunning &amp; love is always compassionate&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Blake:&lt;/strong&gt; Love suketh only self to please. And bind another to its delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 October:&lt;/strong&gt; A white poncho and a black skirt.A good coffee, mother &amp; daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Stressless at Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 October:&lt;/strong&gt; The World in Kattenvenia: A celebration in a dance with the magical autumn sun beams and the Song of my heart. Black reveals … Transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 October:&lt;/strong&gt; Atomic Fuchsia, lust for life and a dancing Buddha. &lt;br /&gt;Harmony: "A Snake kisses the heart".&lt;br /&gt;Pink is the colour of happiness and is sometimes seen as light hearted. Brighten pinks are youthful, fun and exciting. While vibrant pinks have the dame energy as red. They are sensual &amp; passionate without being aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho Time: The real man knows no other goal then life itself. Living totally is his goal; living moment to moment, intensely, passionately, hot, that is his goal. Then each becomes so precious, such a gift. And only when you know those gifts can you be thankful to god, can you feel grateful, can prayer arise in you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c914H428hPo/Txsv2Ob0BtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cv_ElOiz88I/s1600/24-okt-2010-012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c914H428hPo/Txsv2Ob0BtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cv_ElOiz88I/s320/24-okt-2010-012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700202362001688274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 October: &lt;/strong&gt;Venus beyond Mars: Hades &amp; Phersephone. Life &amp; Death. Celebration &amp; playfulness. Moment to moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho Time: If you can have just a glimpse of yourself you will know you have never been born &amp; you have never died. Yes, birth &amp; death have been happening around you but not to you. The body was dying, the mind was dying, the body was being born; the mind was being born again, but you have remained eternally the same.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31/10/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; A good night sleep, participation and a fantastic autumn view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osho Time: When you encounter death, when you see it face to face, when you don’t avoid, when you don’t dodge, when you don’t escape, when you don’t create a cloud around you, when you face it, encounter it, the fact of death, suddenly you become aware that death is life, the deeper you move into death, the deeper you move in life because Heraclites says: the opposites meet &amp; mingle, the are one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: George Michael "The first time ever I saw your face" &lt;br /&gt;The blue Oyster Cult "Nosferatu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video trailer: "Tales Beyond the Crypt" 1972&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 November:&lt;/strong&gt; The Sorceress "School of Wild Witches": only the wildest are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful Halloween evenings &amp; surprises. Wild floating in the winds of change, o yeah. I see the bad moon rising … but I see no troubles.&lt;br /&gt;Nice warm legwarmers for winter time. The creating light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: CCR "Bad Moon rising"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 November: Astral Fire in the Eagle’s Flight with wonderful views. Playing with my friend the wind. The Lady in ecru steals the show. Every step you make … I will be watching you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: "When the Lady smiles" Golden Earring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho time: To me music &amp; meditation are two aspects of the same phenomenon. And without music meditation lacks something. Without meditation music is simply noise, harmonious, but noise. Without meditation music is an entertainment and without music meditation becomes more and more negative, tends to be death oriented. Hence my insistence that music &amp; meditation should go together. That adds a new dimension to both. To both are enriched by it. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 November:&lt;/strong&gt; The sound of silence &amp; a perverted Neptune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho Time: If you know how to enjoy a rose flower, a green tree in your courtyard, the mountains, the river, the stars, the moon, if you know how to enjoy people, you will not so much obsessed with money. The obsession is arising because we have forgotten the language of celebration. Hence money has become the only thing to brag about. Your life is so empty. I will not tell you to renounce money. That has been told to you down the ages: it has not changed you. I am going to tell you something else: celebrate life &amp; the obsession with money disappears automatically. And when it goes on its own accord, it leaves no scratches, it leaves no wounds behind, it leaves no trace behind.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtRk4caJGAQ/TxsysG0lQWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nMIx6Utv0-U/s1600/24-okt-2010-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtRk4caJGAQ/TxsysG0lQWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nMIx6Utv0-U/s320/24-okt-2010-006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700205486694285666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 November:&lt;/strong&gt; The Simmer Pot: "Past lives &amp; meetings with people out of these past lives". Who is who?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho: The moment the child is born, you think, is the beginning of its life. That is not true. The moment an old man dies, you think, it is the end of his life. That is not. Life is far bigger then birth and death.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 November:&lt;/strong&gt; Floating on the waters of Hades. Drinking from the well of forgotten memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho: Whenever you punish somebody you punishing yourself. Whenever you torture somebody you are torturing yourself because there is nobody else. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breeding on new public plans on David Bowie &amp; Mick Jagger's : "Dancing in the street"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 November:&lt;/strong&gt; "Golden Harlequin" gifts from Hotei, the laughing Buddha. The Old Master, unknown known visions, dirty rings &amp; a fantastic open view&lt;br /&gt;A confrontation with the family past and a fantastic meeting in the present one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 November:&lt;/strong&gt; Who stops the rain? Singing &amp; dancing in the street. A wet celebration. A total "Letting go"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15/11/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Red Lips: the final point, tempting, unchained, change and a magickal revival. The sound of breaking glass. A broken mirror and millions of pieces broken glass all over the bedroom &amp; me in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho: The real question has to be: Am I friendly to people? Do you what friendship is? It is the highest form of love. In love some lust is bound to be there; in friendship all lust disappears. In friendship nothing gross remains, it becomes absolutely subtle. &lt;br /&gt;Create more friends and as your friendship goes deeper into different dimensions, you will find yourself become richer &amp; richer; your own heights will start reaching the Everest. Your own depth will start reaching the pacific.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17/11/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Celebration, sharing, ripeness &amp; forever young. It is a wonderful experience to see your own inner naughtiness manifested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho Tome: Celebration is possible only when existence is a constant newness, and existence is always young. When nothing grows old, when nothing really dies, because everything is constantly reborn … it becomes a dance. Then it is an inner music flowering within. You play an instrument or not is not the point, the music is flowing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18/11/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Friendship, the sunny smiling cityscape &amp; karmic bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho Time: Friendship is so valuable that wathever the consequences, remain friends even with your wife, even with your husband and allow absolute freedom to each other.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19/11/2010: &lt;/strong&gt; Silence &amp; Patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho: Become silent. In your silence all questions will disappear. And the dance will begin, whatever the figure is. Because as far as your being is concerned, it has been eternally there, repressed by you. You are the greatest enemy of yourself. My effort is to turn you into the greatest friend of yourself. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21/11/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; I succeeded in a huge multi dimensional magical work. Isolation becomes participation &amp; celebration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho Time: Let this sensitivity grow &amp; slowly as you become more &amp; more sensitive, more &amp; more sensuous, you will see more and more beauty around. The deeper your insight, the greater the beauty. And when you see this whole existence as a tremendous dance, a celebration, you are liberated by it. It is celebration that liberates, it is love that liberates, it is beauty that liberates … it is not metaphysics or philosophy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22/11/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; No one is there. Whatever happens happens, without any expectations. The silence of the sheep is no silence but cowardice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: "The road to Nowhere" Talking Heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26/11/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Meetings with remarkable people. The first snow &amp; cold and a happy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho: All moments are beautiful, only you have to be receptive &amp; surrendering. All moments are blessings, only you have to be capable of seeing. All moments are meditations. If you accept with deep gratitude, nothing ever goes really wrong.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_r5XBZ8evnY/Txs1YrOQCTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tpI0NRthhPs/s1600/24-okt-2010-008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_r5XBZ8evnY/Txs1YrOQCTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tpI0NRthhPs/s320/24-okt-2010-008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700208451403122994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28/11/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Healing hearts, turning in &amp; a wonderful Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho: Love &amp; respect yourself &amp; never compromise for anything. And then you will be surprised how much growth starts happening of its own accord … as if rocks have been removed &amp; the river has started flowing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Aleister Crowley: Every one interprets everything in terms of his own experience. If you say anything which does not touch a precisely similar spot in another man’s brain, he either misunderstands you or does not understand you at all.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;G. I. Gurdjieff: Listen, you have found the conditions in which the desire can become the reality of your being: stay here until you acquire a force in you that nothing can destroy. Then you’ll need to go back into life, and there you will measure yourself constantly with forces which will show you your place.&lt;br /&gt;Self observation brings man to realisation of the necessity self change. And in observing himself a man notices that self observation it self brings about certain changes in his inner processes. He begins to understand that self observation s an instrument of self change, a means of awakening.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;J. Krishnamurti: Hitler, Mussolini were only the primary spokesmen for the attitude of domination&amp; craving for power that are in the heart of almost every one until the source is cleared, there will always be confusion &amp; hate, wars &amp; class antagonisms.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29/11/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The science of Idiotism according to G. I. Gurdieff. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;1. The ordinary idiot&lt;br /&gt;2. The super idiot&lt;br /&gt;3. the arch idiot&lt;br /&gt;4. The hopeless idiot&lt;br /&gt;5. the compassionate idiot&lt;br /&gt;6. The squirming idiot&lt;br /&gt;7. The square idiot&lt;br /&gt;8. the round idiot&lt;br /&gt;9. the zig zag idiot&lt;br /&gt;10. the enlightened idiot&lt;br /&gt;11. the doubting idiot&lt;br /&gt;12. the swaggering idiot&lt;br /&gt;13. the born idiot&lt;br /&gt;14. the patented idiot&lt;br /&gt;15. the psychopathic idiot&lt;br /&gt;16. the polyhedral idiot&lt;br /&gt;17 – 21: Idiots constituted a spiritual hierarchy reflecting progressive gradations of objective reason. Idiot 18 is the highest development which a human being could reach but in order to attain it he had first voluntary to descend again from 17 to the ordinary idiot. Idiots 19 – 21 were reserved for the sons of god. 21 is the unique idiot, god himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osho: An idiot is a person who is trying to find joy where joy doesn’t exist at all, who is trying to search for something which he never lost in the first place. The enlightened person is one who has looked into his being before searching for anything anywhere else. It is better to look in your own house. He has looked in &amp; has found it there, now his search has disappeared. &lt;br /&gt;The science of Idiots according G. I Gurdjieff: he used to make a toast every night for all kinds of idiots in the world. He had 26 categories of idiots. I  don’t know to which you belong but you must belong to some category or other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurdjieff introduced his toast to the idiots in 1922 and from 1940 gave it on increasing emphasis. Although not divesting “Idiots” of it’s pejorative sense. He re-invested ot with the meaning of individuality from the Greek root meaning “I make my own”.&lt;br /&gt;Though idiocy was universal, god himself called the unique Idiot a subsidiary differentiation afforded a human typology at once poetic and profound; Each pupil, relying simply on intuition, was initially required to choose his own idiot from among the first 12. Although Idiots 1 – 16 might seen to occupy a plateau of being only differentiate behaviourally are hints of a desirable evolution to the proximate type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The idiot song&lt;br /&gt;Monty python: how sweet to be an idiot&lt;br /&gt;American Idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNnbHXs8S9A/Txs2gRdBnAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ptadw_P9dE0/s1600/24-okt-2010-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNnbHXs8S9A/Txs2gRdBnAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ptadw_P9dE0/s320/24-okt-2010-004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700209681436351490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Snow &amp; magical Views&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho: Once you know the inner riches, then there is nothing which is comparable from this outside world. Once you know the inner bliss, then enjoyment is foolish, stupid. It just falls down once you know the inner ecstasy. Then all that is known as happiness, joy is nothing but deception. But not before. Unless you have known the inner happiness you cannot say that, and if you say then you will be in great deception.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;G. I. Gurdjieff: Without self knowledge, without understanding the working &amp; functions of his machine, man cannot be free, he cannot govern himself &amp; he will always remains a slave.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Aleister Crowley: Indubitably, magic is one of the subtlest &amp; most difficult of the sciences &amp; arts. There is more opportunity for error of comprehension, judgement &amp; practice than in any other branch of physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of life consists with exercise of one’s energies, continual growth, constant chance, the enjoyment of every new experience. To stop means simply to die. The eternal mistake of mankind is to set up an attainable ideal.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Snow white Friday, going with the flow in deep gratitude for all happenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Aleister Crowley: The essence of independence has been to think &amp; act according to standards from within, not without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think that talking is a sign of thinking. It isn’t, for the most part on the contrary, it is a mechanical dodge of the body to relieve oneself of the strain of thinking just as exercising the muscles helps the body to become temporarily unconscious of its weight, its pain , its weariness &amp; the foreknowledge of its doom. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Zorba the Buddha, Craziness and Laughter is Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Aleister Crowley: Modern morality &amp; manners suppress all natural instincts. – keep people ignorant of the facts of nature and make them fighting drunk on bogey tales.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/12/2010: A good belly laugh without a reason. Always a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking a good chilled Chilean Chardonnay to celebrate the end of an important closing chapter. A toast on &amp; a farewell to all the idiots, who stay behind &amp; choose for the sea of confusion &amp; illusions. It was a very rewarding game to play. Game over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;G. I. Gurdjieff: A man will renounce any pleasure you like but he will not give up his suffering.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho: Every opportunity in life for raising your intelligence, your consciousness. Ordinarily what we are doing is using every opportunity to create a hell for ourselves. Only you suffer and because of your suffering, you make others suffer. And when so many people are living together &amp; if they all create suffering for each other, it goes on multiplying. That is how the whole world has become a hell. It can be instantly changed. Just the basic thing has to be understood, that without intelligence there is no heaven.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Deep harmony in silence, inner strength. What happen, happens. Yeah, it’s written in the wind. The Chardonnay tastes damn good. Sweet victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Gurdjieff: Laughter relieves us of superfluous energy which, if remained unused, might become negative, that is poison. Laughter is the antidote.&lt;br /&gt;Remember you come here having already understood the necessity of struggling with yourself, only with yourself. Therefore thank everyone who gives you the opportunity.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Intensity, flowering in my own source, without guides or guide maps. Just a wonderful feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho: Happiness is your nature. Unhappiness is something nurtured, you have learned it. Every credit goes to you for all misery, but for happiness you cannot have any credit. It is natural. You are born happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is a very relaxed state of being. Wisdom is not knowledge, not information; wisdom is your inner being awake, alert, watchful, witnessing, full of light.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; The lioness doesn’t sleep … and she isn’t one of the sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Aleister Crowley: To read a newspaper is to refrain from reading something worthwhile. The first discipline of education must therefore be to refuse resolutely to feed the mind with canned chatter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most delicious sensation of all is the rebirth of healthy human love. Spring coming back to earth. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vv3xjxhxEM/Txs4NTZMMtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KbfIghBJtNo/s1600/3-december-2010-047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vv3xjxhxEM/Txs4NTZMMtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KbfIghBJtNo/s320/3-december-2010-047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700211554562880210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Silent witness in awareness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho: Bliss is true happiness. What you call happiness is just misery in disguise. What you call happiness is nothing but entertainment, pleasure. It is momentary, it can not be true. Truth has to have one quality and the quality is of eternity. If something is true it is eternal, if it is untrue it is momentary. True happiness is found only when the mind completely ceases functioning. It does not come from the outside. It wells up within, your own being, it starts overflowing you. You become luminous. You become a fountain of bliss. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Drops of Summer Wine ... brewed by my inner being. &lt;br /&gt;Music: "Summerwine" Lee Hazlewood &amp; Nancy Sinatra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning in &amp; one with Osho on his birthday. Great insights thanks Osho!&lt;br /&gt;I detected another casualty, may he rest in peace. And the Greek connection shows up again: "Dirty … dirty old man" Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt;A naughty idea for my comedy keeper, calves, more space and on the road again. I took up the challenge … but it will be done my way. The sent-mentalist will know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Aleister Crowley: Falsehood is invariable the child of fear in one form or another.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Buddha: The ignorant man is an ox. He grows in size, not in wisdom.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13/12/2010: &lt;/strong&gt; Music: The Doors "Riders on the Storm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Another white carpet. A practical joke for a runaway coward. Conscious &amp; Innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;J. Krishnamurti: Society is a process of recognition; one is recognized as a saint, as a writer, as a good man, as a bad man, as a capitalist, a communist, or whatever you like. In breaking away from all that, the mind is completely alone not lonely. It is like no longer influenced by society, it is completely dissociated from all recognition; therefore it is capable of being alone.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15/12/2010: &lt;/strong&gt; Past, present and futures lifes. The art of Changing. Innocence. The practical joke with the Greek bible already worked … Cheers to the idiots! It is great to be on the road again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho: At the moment of death all your knowledge of the world will be lost into thin air. Only one thing will go with you, and that one thing is constantly ignored; that is your self knowledge, your self realisation, this is the only ignorance.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/12/2010: An invitation to dance … Metallica &amp; symphonic orchestra "Devil’s Dance".&lt;br /&gt;Onions, Shiva’s Dance, sharing. Gone with the wind. Another white carpet after the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Rumi: This aloneness is worth more then a thousand lives. This freedom is worth more than all the lands on earth. To be one with the truth for just a moment is worth more then the world and life itself. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Shadows &amp; a fantastic white cityscape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho: Each person comes to the world with a specific destiny he has to fulfil, some message has to be delivered, some work has to be completed, you are not here accidentally, you are here meaningfully. There is a purpose behind you. The whole intends to do something through you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAg0Qn_vIqc/Txs6Sb1xC3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/j5noPtfllec/s1600/3-december-2010-036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAg0Qn_vIqc/Txs6Sb1xC3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/j5noPtfllec/s320/3-december-2010-036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700213841752820594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Creativity in my own source. Nectar from the beloved &amp; an Angel’s kiss in winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;J. Krishnamurti: First of all, to understand truth you must stand alone, entirely and wholly alone, no master, no teacher, no guru, no system, no self discipline will ever lift you the veil which conceals wisdom. Wisdom is the understanding of enduring values &amp; the living of those values. No one can lead you to wisdom.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; New visions back grounded with lots of snow. And it is still snowing. Going Loco in the snow &amp; try to get a bus. Creativity in the snow: singing and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Meher Baba: Even the slightest misuse of occult power has severe reaction &amp; creates a binding for the soul. Sometimes it may retard the progress of the aspirant &amp; may even lead to a considerable set back: and apart from the spiritual ruin which the novice may invite upon himself, through indiscrete use of occult power, he is bound to be a source of incalculable harm to others, against whom he has succeeded in having a formidable advantage.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho: Nothing can be done about the past, but much can be done about the future. And to change the future is to change all. If you start changing your ways of life, your ways of awareness, if you start understanding the laws of life … this is one of the fundamental laws of karma, whatever you will do you have to reap&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;20/12/2010:&lt;/blockquote&gt; Before I died in the crypt, this song represented my life. I was treaded like a shadow on the wall. It was the gate to something very special: an embrace with eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Music: "Shadows on the Wall" Mike Olfield. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; After the embrace with eternity one discovers that the soul is immortal and forever young. &lt;br /&gt;Music: Alphaville "Forever young"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22/12/2010: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Gurdjeff: The being of two people can differ from one another more then the being of a mineral and of an animal. This is exactly what people do not understand. And they do not understand that knowledge depends on being. Not only do they not understand this latter but they do not wish to understand it&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Waking the Death, 26 cm of fresh white snow, no busses and a lot of cars in trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In invitation to celebration from Osho: Existence is celebrating, it is a celebration. It is already dancing, in every leaf, in every stream, in every rock &amp; in every star … it is always dancing. And you are invited. Otherwise you would not have been here. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26/12/2010: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Buddha: An untroubled mind, no longer seeking to consider what is right &amp; what is wrong, a mind beyond judgements watches &amp; understands.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Kings and Emperors, the star of Bethlehem, rune power &amp; a little baby girl.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Osho: Walk in the marketplace like a Buddha, live on the world.  The world is very enriching, because relationship mirrors. All relationships are mirror like. You see your face in the mirror of the other being. It is very difficult to see your own face directly. You will need the other, the mirror to see your own face. And where can you find a better mirror the eyes of the other. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30/12/2010:&lt;/strong&gt; Adventure in new possibilities, unfit purple flowers, two gone with the wind apes and a very warm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Gurdjieff: Faith can not be given to man. Faith arises in a man and increases in its actions in him not as the result of automatic learning, that is, not from any automatic ascertainment of height, breadth, thickness, form &amp; weight or taste but from understanding. Understanding is the essence obtained form information intentionally learned &amp; from all kind of experiences personally experienced.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/01/2011:&lt;/strong&gt; An End &amp; a new Beginning: pleasure and excitement in the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;J. Krishnamurti: We seek happiness through things, through relationship, through thoughts, ideas. So things, relationship &amp; ideas become all important &amp; not happiness. When we seek happiness through something, then the thing becomes of greater value than happiness.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/01/2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Control and morality, many rewards from the Orient. Too many have paid the ferryman &amp; thought they were a step ahead. But they all failed; Point Finale.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Chris de Burgh "Don’t pay the ferry man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/01/2011:&lt;/strong&gt; No more … just floating on the river of life &amp; spontaneous happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;J. Krishnamurti: The inward desire for security expresses itself outwardly through exclusion &amp; violence, as long as it process is not fully understood there can be no love. Love is not another refuge in the search for security. The desire for security must wholly cease for love to be.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4/01/2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Great inner Joy in aloneness &amp; silence. Totally at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;J. Krishnamurti: Using another as a means of satisfaction &amp; security is not love. Love is never security; love is a state in which there is no desire to be secure: it is a state of vulnerability; it is a state in which exclusiveness, enmity &amp; gate are impossible.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6/01/2011:&lt;/strong&gt; Inner Guidance &amp; great changes. Truth is your own experience, your own vision. Rain &amp; the green green grass of Genk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Austin Osman Spare: And remember, you shall suffer all things and again suffer: until you love sufficient sufferance to accept all things. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uEcnmdtpUVY/Txs7pMKocmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1SyGvJYnKSg/s1600/24-okt-2010-008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uEcnmdtpUVY/Txs7pMKocmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1SyGvJYnKSg/s320/24-okt-2010-008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700215332193989218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1641512659057834449-6666685116857681259?l=brajanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brajanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6666685116857681259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1641512659057834449&amp;postID=6666685116857681259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1641512659057834449/posts/default/6666685116857681259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1641512659057834449/posts/default/6666685116857681259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brajanne.blogspot.com/2012/01/tales-from-beyond-crypt.html' title='Tales from beyond the Crypt'/><author><name>Brajanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01434650024558361892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzOpSFa4HhM/Tb1qyylskEI/AAAAAAAAADw/U0n5PjOcrro/s220/maart-%2526-april-2010-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-40tSkhbDjEI/TxskTaLe_SI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dVs4HQll_tI/s72-c/24-okt-2010-011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641512659057834449.post-6443002915595151868</id><published>2007-06-15T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:34:33.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey through the surrealistic &amp; visionary world of Brajanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/RnKvSKa-hXI/AAAAAAAAABs/OvmkixGIJQs/s1600-h/Lady+in+red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076312456569980274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/RnKvSKa-hXI/AAAAAAAAABs/OvmkixGIJQs/s320/Lady+in+red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The First Love Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utter divineness is the place to be&lt;br /&gt;So, let it be&lt;br /&gt;I am at your side&lt;br /&gt;The night creatures will be your friends&lt;br /&gt;Hear! The angels’ callings&lt;br /&gt;Singing their love song just for you&lt;br /&gt;Do thy will all along&lt;br /&gt;I am in love! Hear! See! And feel!&lt;br /&gt;I will be at your side&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating the holy honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;You will be the bride&lt;br /&gt;Shining red will colour the sky&lt;br /&gt;Move, move on the wings of our love&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;Our way to the gates of eternity&lt;br /&gt;Black and red will be united&lt;br /&gt;Our callings will be the sign&lt;br /&gt;We mingled mixtures of pure ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;The divineness of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/RnKvSKa-hYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/W7_ruckWAg0/s1600-h/fertility.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076312456569980290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/RnKvSKa-hYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/W7_ruckWAg0/s320/fertility.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun shine and the stars glow&lt;br /&gt;Feel the easy flow of power&lt;br /&gt;The strength of the will that grows&lt;br /&gt;Moments of extreme ecstasy empowering you with knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the moments of stillness&lt;br /&gt;Crawling in the sea of lost emotions&lt;br /&gt;Eruptions of fresh nurturing water&lt;br /&gt;Refreshing you&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning you&lt;br /&gt;The rush of life is leaving&lt;br /&gt;Hesitation is none only doing is good&lt;br /&gt;Yes! That is the food for you&lt;br /&gt;Aloneness is blissful&lt;br /&gt;Tension departs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/RnKvSqa-hZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TABCoFhNhn0/s1600-h/Love+call.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076312465159914898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/RnKvSqa-hZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TABCoFhNhn0/s320/Love+call.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laws of destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unanswered questions&lt;br /&gt;Are still growing&lt;br /&gt;Moving on the law of destiny&lt;br /&gt;Unveiled love is growing&lt;br /&gt;On the winds of our mystification&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/RnKvSqa-haI/AAAAAAAAACE/S5V4qe4_pdk/s1600-h/Pearls-of-wisdom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076312465159914914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/RnKvSqa-haI/AAAAAAAAACE/S5V4qe4_pdk/s320/Pearls-of-wisdom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the Fool’s House&lt;br /&gt;It took me many years to find it&lt;br /&gt;The crocodile in the Nile is my friend&lt;br /&gt;I feed on the lotus flower&lt;br /&gt;You give me wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/RnKvS6a-hbI/AAAAAAAAACM/PguNrF5FppI/s1600-h/the-watcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076312469454882226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/RnKvS6a-hbI/AAAAAAAAACM/PguNrF5FppI/s320/the-watcher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Great Old One&lt;br /&gt;Overleaping the endless night sky&lt;br /&gt;Kaos is my name&lt;br /&gt;My star is uplifted in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the emotional sea&lt;br /&gt;A fire is burning&lt;br /&gt;The gleaming out of your inner star&lt;br /&gt;It shall reach the endless night sky&lt;br /&gt;It’s shinning red beaming colour&lt;br /&gt;Will turn some fools into the just&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be blue but victorious&lt;br /&gt;We two beings of endless power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text &amp;amp; images © Brajanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1641512659057834449-6443002915595151868?l=brajanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brajanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6443002915595151868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1641512659057834449&amp;postID=6443002915595151868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1641512659057834449/posts/default/6443002915595151868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1641512659057834449/posts/default/6443002915595151868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brajanne.blogspot.com/2007/06/journey-through-surrealistic-visionary.html' title='A journey through the surrealistic &amp; visionary world of Brajanne'/><author><name>Brajanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01434650024558361892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzOpSFa4HhM/Tb1qyylskEI/AAAAAAAAADw/U0n5PjOcrro/s220/maart-%2526-april-2010-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/RnKvSKa-hXI/AAAAAAAAABs/OvmkixGIJQs/s72-c/Lady+in+red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641512659057834449.post-7777936001086551262</id><published>2007-04-11T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T14:12:44.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/Rh1OyxSfDhI/AAAAAAAAABk/DToKgirg6wE/s1600-h/Scannen0086a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052280991110860306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/Rh1OyxSfDhI/AAAAAAAAABk/DToKgirg6wE/s320/Scannen0086a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;A fire in the woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fire in the midst of the woods&lt;br /&gt;My love, my strength &amp; every sense&lt;br /&gt;My hunger is at its peak&lt;br /&gt;The beast in me is restless&lt;br /&gt;The snake fire in my heart&lt;br /&gt;My love calls in the deepest night&lt;br /&gt;At full moon&lt;br /&gt;Will create the reviving nectars to still my hunger&lt;br /&gt;Passionate nights bringing forth pure joy&lt;br /&gt;Vibrations higher then the highest mountains&lt;br /&gt;I love with loyalty &amp;amp; royalty in my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I feel your lips on my lips&lt;br /&gt;Naked and in love&lt;br /&gt;With the sky at our feet&lt;br /&gt;The ecstasy of the stars will overflow our hearts&lt;br /&gt;That burning love fire will transform us&lt;br /&gt;So we are able to create the blue-skinned babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;© brajanne 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1641512659057834449-7777936001086551262?l=brajanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brajanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7777936001086551262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1641512659057834449&amp;postID=7777936001086551262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1641512659057834449/posts/default/7777936001086551262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1641512659057834449/posts/default/7777936001086551262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brajanne.blogspot.com/2007/04/fire-in-woods-fire-in-midst-of-woods-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Brajanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01434650024558361892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzOpSFa4HhM/Tb1qyylskEI/AAAAAAAAADw/U0n5PjOcrro/s220/maart-%2526-april-2010-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/Rh1OyxSfDhI/AAAAAAAAABk/DToKgirg6wE/s72-c/Scannen0086a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641512659057834449.post-4622720552086645352</id><published>2007-02-20T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T04:13:40.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exibitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/RdtRLIpWpdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xN_bs0IeHu4/s1600-h/Hilton-lobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033706260258006482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/RdtRLIpWpdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xN_bs0IeHu4/s320/Hilton-lobby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;August 2002 T.S. Bergen - Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;October/November 2002 Hermans Design Hasselt, Belgium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;March/April 2003 Hilton Hotel Brussels&lt;br /&gt;December 2003 NA Galerie Verviers, Belgium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;October/November 2004 Castor &amp; Pollux, Bilzen, Belgium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2005 Montly Open doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mai 2006 Kunstfietsroute Genk Belgium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Art Party On request&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1641512659057834449-4622720552086645352?l=brajanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brajanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4622720552086645352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1641512659057834449&amp;postID=4622720552086645352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1641512659057834449/posts/default/4622720552086645352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1641512659057834449/posts/default/4622720552086645352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brajanne.blogspot.com/2007/02/exibitions-august-2002-t.html' title='Exibitions'/><author><name>Brajanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01434650024558361892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzOpSFa4HhM/Tb1qyylskEI/AAAAAAAAADw/U0n5PjOcrro/s220/maart-%2526-april-2010-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/RdtRLIpWpdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xN_bs0IeHu4/s72-c/Hilton-lobby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641512659057834449.post-3340301555901959869</id><published>2007-02-19T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T04:14:43.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of Brajanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/Rdmw4YpWpcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I164pFupPwQ/s1600-h/IMGP0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033248541298304450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/Rdmw4YpWpcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I164pFupPwQ/s320/IMGP0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Magical surrealistic impressions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Paintings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Artprints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Digital Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Artparty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Brajanne was born on the second of April 1961 in As, Belgium.&lt;br /&gt;Her interpretations of the magical surrealism have some very personal characteristic touches which are difficult to compare with other painters of this discipline. She has the exceptional talent of automatic drawing. She uses these sketches as basis so that each painting has a unique and mysterious presence which speaks strong to the subconscious of the public. Her admirers are often surprised of her versatility and her gift to express herself in more disciplines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1641512659057834449-3340301555901959869?l=brajanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brajanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3340301555901959869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1641512659057834449&amp;postID=3340301555901959869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1641512659057834449/posts/default/3340301555901959869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1641512659057834449/posts/default/3340301555901959869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brajanne.blogspot.com/2007/02/art-of-brajanne-magical-surrealistic.html' title='Art of Brajanne'/><author><name>Brajanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01434650024558361892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzOpSFa4HhM/Tb1qyylskEI/AAAAAAAAADw/U0n5PjOcrro/s220/maart-%2526-april-2010-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HKFcsHYk3Ss/Rdmw4YpWpcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I164pFupPwQ/s72-c/IMGP0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
