#consolaciones

[ernestdescalsartwok]

CAMINS-TORRE-COMTE-FIGOLS-OLANO-ART-PINTURA-ESCALES-ARBRES-VEGETACIO-COLONIA-CONSOLACIO-PAISATGES-PINTOR-ERNEST DESCALS por Ernest Descals Por Flickr: CAMINS-TORRE-COMTE-FIGOLS-OLANO-ART-PINTURA-ESCALES-ARBRES-VEGETACIO-COLONIA-CONSOLACIO-PAISATGES-PINTOR-ERNEST DESCALS- Entre la TORRE DEL CONDE de FÍGOLS, Comte Olano, la COLONIA de la CONSOLACIÓ y el Santuari de la Mare de Déu de la Consolació existen un laberinto de caminos románticos con escaleras para subir y bajar de un lugar al otro, ahora auténticas sendas otoñales con muchos arboles que forman como una selva junto a la mucha vegetación que ha crecido con el paso del tiempo, cada camino tiene unas paredes bajas para transitary conducirte por el buen camino, en la actualidad no resulta fácil encontrarlos, me ha entusiasmado este pequeño paisaje que me aisla del mundo exterior, muchas hojas llenan los senderos construidos en la época gloriosa de las minas de carbón del Berguedà, en el interior de Catalunya, verdaras sinfonías de tonos verdosos que la poca luz que dejan pasar los árboles se deposita en lugares escogidos, puro Romanticismo y historia. Pintura del artista pintor Ernest Descals sobre papel de 50 x 70 centímetros, estoy disfrutando del Pintar todos estos lugares y secretos en mi colección de Arte sobre la Central Térmica de Fígols y sus asuntos relacionados con la minería histórica.

[pastormontoya]

Lección 20. La Obra Consoladora del Espíritu Santo:

Las iglesias entonces tenían paz por toda Judea y Galilea y Samaria, y eran edificadas, andando en el temor del Señor; y con consuelo del Espíritu Santo eran multiplicadas. La persecución de la iglesia de Jerusalem iniciada como resultado de la muerte de Esteban fue una persecución que trajo un ambiente de crisis entre todos los discípulos de Jesús, aunque no tenemos el dato de cuanto tiempo…

[ceburealestate88]

ROYALE ESTATES HOUSE WITH POOL INSIDE HIGH END SUBDIVISION

[episcopalphl]

NUESTRA SEÑORA DE LA CONSOLACION Y CORREA DE CUYO Cuyo, Palawan Bikaryatong Apostoliko ng Taytay

Kapistahan: Ika-4 ng Setyembre Petsa ng koronasyon: 27 Agosto 2022 Dambana: Parokya ng San Agustin

Kaugnayang lathalain: Our Lady of Cuyo (palawan-news.com)

[sorqpmusicmin]

Ubi Caritas (Alejandro Consolacion II)

UBI CARITAS ET AMOR, DEUS IBI EST, DEUS IBI EST UBI CARITAS ET AMOR, DEUS IBI EST, DEUS IBI EST

The love of Christ be upon us Let us rejoice and be glad in Him Let's us love and serve the Lord And love each other from the depths of our hearts

Let us gather ourselves in his presence Let's be one, not divided Let’s give peace to one another And may the Lord be on our side

And in the company of the blessed We see God’s face in glory Christ pure and abounded joy Forever and ever

[ajotavia]

Watch "🔴SHALOM132: UN TEMA ESPECIAL DE CONSOLACIÓN por el Roeh Dr. Javier Palacios" on YouTube

[shellwanders]

Nanda Cafe Consolacion Cebu: A Charming and Cozy Spot for Coffee Lovers and Foodies Alike

Nanda Cafe in Consolacion is a hidden gem that has quickly gained a reputation as one of the best cafes in town. This cozy and welcoming spot is perfect for anyone looking for a relaxing and enjoyable dining experience. Traveling to Nanda Cafe Consolacion, Cebu for the first time? This detailed and curated travel guide will make it easy for you to navigate your way inside, save money, and…

[miongplus]

Did you spot the Aeroplane on its final approach to labding at Mactan? #HiglandMangoEcoFarm #Consolacion (at Highland Mango Ecofarm) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpFP7VapBBZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[eve-to-adam]

HISTORICAL PLAYLIST [I]

"Henry moved from Pontoise on May 8 to the Abbey of Saint-Denis, the necropolis of French kings, where he paid his obligations as heir, before arriving at Troyes. On the same day the treaty was sealed, Henry and Catherine were betrothed; they were married less than two weeks later, on June 2. The treaty was announced immediately in France and its terms sent back to England to be proclaimed so that 'al oure peuple may have verray [true] knowledge thereof for their consolacion'. " - Henry V. Playboy Prince to Warrior King by Anne Curry.

Enjoii - Forever | Run and hide | Losing my mind | Show me love | IYKNO Lonown - Fatality Layanari x Miraj - Come through Kirxcy - Desire Tako Tomago - Shima | Kindred | Kandra Lawlessboi - Echo Endgame - Unreal | Evil ghost | Tramontane Sage - Movement | Exhilerate Ktrek - Saega | Ryza | Fallin M!ngo x Wrcktngl - Control Rivoices - Delusion Elysion - Made of lies Senkya - Feel alive Nick Eyra ft. Blinding Sunrise - Chemical Suigetsu - Someone like you Finivoid x MRjay - Desire PexØt - Coordinate Sudoverse - Freedom Chris Brown - Back to love (BlazinG remix) Rouds - Did to me Generation F - Lighthouse Night Bloom - Ghost Aeneh x Sage - Wherever Tryptamind - Overload ForthAngel - Silver bullets Planet V x Sage - Hansei反省 Angel Cannon - Tonight MRjay - Now is the time Falling Giant - Hades Mvsiek - Mist Lvst - Cyberware Synge - Flawless | Lights Hayashi - Shattered Mystik - Eclipse Some call us heroes - The devil in me Helpless - Desolation Cuteflow - Joy Senkya & Naski - Burnout Lucas laze - It would never last Svturn - Give in Sakureye - Can't see Celeste - Elle se répète froidement Enument - Only one Mace Syre - Make you mine Jamie-Rose & Teo Laza - Hours Faxmyex - I can't tell Deilax - Your space Architects - Animals Kub0 - Flashover Adin - Somebody else Chaosbay - Amen dotethereal - knust hjerte Affectwave - No more Lacuna Coil - Reckless Kittyangel - Pleasure Sykotix - Show you Tiikk - Anywhere Ocluse - Starfall Surrender The Fall - Some Kind Of Perfect Jnko, Nivro - Dream chaser Tearz - Alone Central Cee & Raye - MOI (Lostmane x Miraj Remix) Crystxlmxne - Flying away Coldcell - Plastic prayers Visionary - Worlds away End of Green - Cure my pain | Sick one | She's wild | Tormented sundown | Queen of my dreams

[ernestdescalsartwok]

TALLERES-COLONIA-CONSOLACIO-PINTURA-ART-INTERIOR-SANT CORNELI-FIGOLS-CERCS-CARBONES-BERGA-TORRE-COMTE-OLANO-ARTISTA-PINTOR-ERNEST DESCALS por Ernest Descals Por Flickr: TALLERES-COLONIA-CONSOLACIO-PINTURA-ART-INTERIOR-SANT CORNELI-FIGOLS-CERCS-CARBONES-BERGA-TORRE-COMTE-OLANO-ARTISTA-PINTOR-ERNEST DESCALS- Interior de los abandonados talleres de la COLONIA DE LA CONSOLACIÓ entre Fígols, Cercs y Sant Corneli, la historia y la arquitectura de las sólidas naves de reparación de las vagonetas para el carbón utilizadas en la antigua Central Térmica de Fígols, lugares oscuros en los que admirar la puerta y los ventanales por los que se introduce la luz del exterior, abajo , en el suelo, podemos ver los raíles por los que circulaban las vagonetas, lugares impresionantes en los que ozar del Pintar entre el abrumador silencio de la construcción de Carbones de Berga. Pinura de claroscuro y contraluz, lo que me ha importado es el juego de columnas que amparan el portal desde el que entra la vegetación. Pintura del artista pintor Ernest Descals sobre papel de 50 x 70 centímetros, texturas y mucha plástica aplicada al paisaje histórico.

[aerixwri]

tw for lots of unaliving thoughts and actual unaliving soon after, but if you're all good then be my guest and read on.

I want to die.

I want to die.

I want to die.

Kathleen moved lithely up the stairs, swaying, like a strong wind was pulling her back and forth like a paper thrown out. Her feet jumped on the very edge of each step, her hand but a tease to the metal guardrails, loosely brushing her palm on it as she made her way up the stairs.

I want to die.

Her uniform, a symbol of privilege and discipline had been worn on better days. Her IDs red band swung dangerously from her skirt pocket, vest left unbuttoned, and sleeved pulled up to her elbows.

She climbed up the two flights of stairs tipsily. Like a drunkard. With every rise, her body would stall before she swung her weight forcibly up. From the outside, through the tall windows that cornered this spiraling staircase, she was nothing but a silhouette moving up like a desperate stray.

A deep never-ending pit in her stomach demanded attention. Glazed eyes, dry lips. Kathleen’s wrists buzzed with an ache that tapped like Morse code in her brain: I want to die. I want to die. I want to die.

She clutched on the guardrail before letting go completely. **Fragments of broken phrases now put together chanted at the back of her mind. Something that told her to go higher. Higher. HIGHER. She lurched onwards, finally stepping onto a flat platform.

Kathleen reached the third floor of the Consolacion Building, a building reserved for the middle to junior high school students of Colegio de Santa Mariana. The third floor was the topmost floor, and with the sky mellowing into an orange light it was at its dimmest. Kathleen traced the same steps she made earlier, going down a familiar path. A path she went up on every morning before six and went down on at exactly four in the afternoon.

Up three flight of stairs, ignore the transparency the glass walls gave everyone. Move straight. To the left is the library, ignore that, don’t let the grand oak paneled doors tempt you away. A single peek turns into an hour. And Kathleen didn’t have an hour.

Her heart throbbed, a beat per minute, three syllables per second. Her feet moved rhythmically against the cement floor. Keep walking. Go on for twenty steps. Kathleen only took fifteen frantic steps to get where she needed to go.

Grade 10 - Our Lady of Mercy. Engraved on a wooden plate, beckoning students inside, was the title of Kathleen’s classroom. Every time she came upon it, Kathleen had to look up just to read that plaque. Seeing it again, her feet as lousy as her mind, brewed something in her.

Kept within the windowless doors and shuttered windows, the thirty by thirty foot room, had twenty students. Kathleen barely considered herself one of them. Yet here she was, coming back like a beaten wife to her deadbeat husband. Fingers indented into Kathleen’s closed fist.

If she closed her eyes, she could imagine it and her breath went shallow. Past the just-clean whiteboard, Kathleen would wade through the armchairs organized like military platoons, the two sections divided into four rows. She’d climb unto the shelves lined near the windows that peer off into a low-income neighborhood fenced off by the school’s posh cement walls.

Pull its handle open. Push. And fall.

Kathleen imagined it. She imagined it hard.

I want to die. I want to die. I want to die.

Her hands stopped shaking. Her heart throbbed less. She took one last deep breath, and pushed the door open.

At this time of day, it’s meant to be empty. Nobody but the extracurricular students should be in-campus, and they wouldn’t be back until the sky was dark and Kathleen’s body was discarded off of the third floor.

But inside this room fit for twenty students, five of which whose names were starred on the student list, a lone girl was left behind. In the middle of this classroom, where the floors were kept pristine, and dust swept before they accumulated, no one had taken a particular interest before in the ceiling. No one cleaned it. No one really looked at it. But this ceiling was built in a particular way.

In the middle of this ceiling was a big hook, its end dull and rusting. Nobody knew why it was there. Nobody cared. Now someone’s body was hanging from it.

[mapoyaj]

fear is a good thing (nine years after)

Hello everyone, I want to share a story from nine years ago, on my #RoadtoRPm. It’s been nine years since the board exam results were released (though I remember finding out on July 31).

Everything that happened with the boards was so unexpected. I remember clearly in March 2015, right before graduation, I told myself I’d take the boards in 2016 because I was so scared. At that time, I knew I would graduate as a Magna Cum Laude, which I was proud of, but with that came immense pressure. Being a Latin honor meant I had to pass the board exam.

I was terrified of disappointing my school's faculty and myself. I had often failed to meet my own expectations, and the fear of failing again weighed heavily on me. It’s so hard to expect so much of yourself, but the expectations were sky-high, and the pressure was unbearable. Yet, I decided to take the board exam because my professor told me, "Fear is a good thing." It makes you more careful and increases your chances of passing compared to being complacent.

After graduation, I began my review, but for the first few months, it was utterly useless. I was enrolled in a distance learning program, which meant I controlled my schedule. Unfortunately, this led to me reviewing only about 3 hours a day, sometimes even less. I was distracted by computer games (Need for Speed, GTA, etc.) and other requirements, adding nothing to my knowledge.

A month before the exam, the pressure hit hard. I cried from sheer fear because so many people expected me to pass, including my family, who believed I could be in the top 10. The stress was overwhelming. I felt so unprepared, having barely touched my review modules. I cried for days, feeling worthless, stupid, and lazy. I doubted I could ever pass.

After my "existential crisis," I rushed to Recto to buy reference books, spending nearly 3k. From that day on, my 3-hour review sessions turned into 8 hours, with breaks only for lunch and sleep. I didn’t want to overwork myself, so I read the books like John Green novels, absorbing as much as I could.

A week before the boards, I realized I hadn’t finished my modules and had only gotten halfway through my books. I felt doomed, especially after hearing from a review center professor that those who pass usually read entire books for each subject. I had barely reached chapter 5 in four books. During the final coaching session, I sat in front with my friends, trying to appear confident, but I was terrified every time the professor mentioned something I didn’t know. My grades in mock exams were decent but never outstanding. Despite my friends' belief that I might top the exam, I had lost hope.

On the exam day, the first subject went well (I was thrilled, thinking I might top), but after the second subject (psych assessment), I prayed desperately to St. Jude at La Consolacion, asking just to pass, not even to top. By the last subject on the second day (I/O Psych), I was almost in tears, having left four questions blank. I feared that this meant I would fail. I texted my mentor, who reassured me that it wouldn’t affect my score, but I remained unconvinced.

The ten-day wait for the results was agonizing. Every single day felt like an eternity. Then, around 7:00 am one morning, while I was showering, I received a text saying I was a topnotcher. I thought it was a cruel joke until I checked the PRC website and saw my name in the Top 10. I nearly collapsed with joy, realizing all my sacrifices were worth it. All my self-doubt vanished in an instant. It was the most unexpected and beautiful moment of my life.

It’s incredible how the person who doubted their abilities ended up in the Top 10. Life is unpredictable, and sometimes, just when you’re about to give up, God shows you why you shouldn’t. It taught me to take risks. As my mentor said, "Always remember that you are greater than the 450 questions." Whether you top, pass, or fail, it’s not the ultimate measure of your worth. The journey itself is what truly matters, at least to me.

[brainfondue]

Dibu no importa te chupo la poronga de consolacion

[apesoformythoughts]

“El azúcar endulza los frutos verdes y hace que no sean desagradables ni dañosos los excesivamente maduros. Ahora bien, la devoción es el verdadero azúcar espiritual, que quita la aspereza a las mortificaciones y el peligro de dañar a las consolaciones; quita la tristeza a los pobres y el afán a los ricos, la desolación al oprimido y la insolencia al afortunado, la melancolía a los solitarios y la disipación a los que viven acompañados; sirve de fuego en invierno y de rocío en verano; sabe vivir en la abundancia y sufrir en la pobreza; hace igualmente útiles el honor y el desprecio, acepta el placer y el dolor con igualdad de ánimo, y nos llena de una suavidad maravillosa”.

— San Francisco de Sales: Introducción a la vida devota

[shellwanders]

St. Narciso Parish Church Consolacion: Where Faith and History Come Together

St. Narciso Parish Church in Consolacion is not just a place of worship, but also a testament to the rich history and cultural heritage of the town. Traveling to St. Narciso Parish Church Consolacion, Cebu for the first time? This detailed and curated travel guide will make it easy for you to navigate your way inside, save money, and maximize your time. View this post on Instagram A post shared…

[dyscrasia-eucrasia]

Duality, opposing forces

This painting from Le Livre de Boece de Consolacion showed up on my dash and I loved her so much I had to redraw her. Unfortunately I don’t know much about her because the source is in French!