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La Tradición Oculta de la Humanidad (Parte 2)

Develando el Velo del Esoterismo: La Tradición Oculta de la Humanidad (Parte 2)

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Scavi / Nicopolis ad Istrum (Bulgaria): scoperte le fondamenta di un edificio monumentale nella città di Traiano [VIDEO]

ARCHEOLOGIA | Scavi / Nicopolis ad Istrum (Bulgaria): scoperte le fondamenta di un edificio monumentale nella città di Traiano [VIDEO] Prima missione archeologica internazionale per l’ateneo di Verona nell’insula a sud-ovest del foro

Elena Percivaldi Un’importante campagna di scavo ha recentemente concluso la sua prima fase a Nicopolis ad Istrum, in Bulgaria, segnando un traguardo storico per l’Università di Verona, che ha partecipato con il suo Dipartimento di Culture e Civiltà. Sotto la direzione di Diana Dobreva, docente all’ateneo scaligero, e Kalin Chakarov, archeologo del Museo Storico Regionale di Veliko Tarnovo,…

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The Panagyurishte treasure

(English / Español / Italiano)

The Panagyurishte treasure is one of the finest Thracian treasures on the European continent. It was discovered accidentally on 8 December 1949, near the town of Panagyurishte, Bulgaria.

This set was probably used in the house of a Thracian ruler and consists of 9 vessels: a rhyton amphora, 3 rhyton cups in the shape of female heads, three rhytons with animal heads depicted on the front and a vial. The total weight of the treasure is 6.164 kg, and it was made in the late 4th-early 3rd century BC.

One of the most interesting vessels in the treasury is undoubtedly the rhyton amphora, weighing 1695.25 g and measuring 29 cm in height.

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El tesoro de Panagyurishte es uno de los tesoros tracios más refinados del continente europeo. Fue descubierto accidentalmente el 8 de diciembre de 1949, cerca de la ciudad de Panagyurishte, Bulgaria.

Este conjunto probablemente se usó en la casa de un soberano tracio y consta de 9 jarrones: un ánfora de ritmo, 3 tazas de ritmo en forma de cabezas femeninas, tres ritmos con cabezas de animales representados en el frente y un vial. El peso total del tesoro es de 6,164 kg, y se realizó a finales del siglo IV-principios del III a.C.

Uno de los jarrones más interesantes del tesoro es sin duda el ánfora rhyton, con un peso de 1695,25 g y una altura de 29 cm.

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Il tesoro di Panagyurishte è uno dei tesori traci più raffinati presenti nel continente europeo. Fu scoperto accidentalmente l'8 dicembre 1949, vicino alla città di Panagyurishte, Bulgaria.

Questo set è stato probabilmente usato nella casa di un sovrano trace ed è composto da 9 vasi: un anfora rhyton, 3 coppe rhyton a forma di teste femminili, tre rhyton con teste di animali raffigurate sul davanti e una fiala. Il peso totale del tesoro è di 6,164 kg, ed è stato realizzato tra la fine del IV-inizio del III secolo a.C.

Uno dei vasi più interessanti del tesoro è senza dubbio l'anfora rhyton, del peso di 1695,25 g e un'altezza di 29 cm.

fonte: Storiachepassione.it

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Yeni Yıl Öncesi Edirne Sınır Kapılarında Yoğunluk ve Alternatif Geçiş Rotaları

Edirne’deki Kapıkule, İpsala ve Pazarkule sınır kapılarında yılbaşı öncesi artan yoğunluk nedeniyle, sürücüler ve yolcular alternatif geçiş noktalarına yönlendiriliyor. Yeni yıl yaklaşırken, Edirne’deki sınır kapılarında Türkiye’ye girişlerde yoğunluk yaşanıyor. Özellikle Kapıkule Sınır Kapısı’nda araç kuyrukları oluşurken, yetkililer sürücüleri ve yolcuları alternatif geçiş noktalarını…

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Tracia Eulinda Ward, 53 - Mencia Oneil Broomes, 51. Will they return to work, at the Prison, as usual - Barbados.

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Will they remain partners (in this alleged crime)? Why split attorneys? Is there no young girl in St Philip for Mencia? Mencia, Mencia, Mencia…, wherefore do you go from here Mencia? Barbadians, have your say. Naked!!

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Spartacus che spezza le sue catene (1847) “Bronzo, 219 x 94 x 6 cm” [Palais des Beaux-Arts de Lille, Lille, Francia] -- Denis Foyatier (Francese; 1793 - 1863)

“Ci fissa, con un aspetto severo, allo stesso tempo tristemente determinato e furioso. Nella mano destra, una spada. A sinistra, le sue catene rotte. Spartaco, il soldato dell'esercito romano diventato un gladiatore, si è appena liberato dai suoi catene ed è determinato a combattere.

La vita di questo personaggio storico è difficile da rintracciare. Tutto quello che sappiamo con certezza è che nacque in Tracia - oggi nella penisola balcanica - e che guidò una rivolta di schiavi tra il 73 e il 71 a.C. Questa rivolta fu repressa violentemente dal generale romano Crasso.

Spartaco è ancora oggi visto come l'epitome della resistenza contro un regime totalitario. Lui è un esempio di virtù. Non sorprende allora che la scultura sia stata oggetto di sfruttamento politico!

In effetti, qui vedete un simbolo dei Trois Glorieuses, i tre giorni di rivoluzione. Questi tre giorni di rivolta, nel luglio 1830, portarono alla rimozione di Carlo X e all'ascesa di Luigi Filippo. Infatti sappiamo che non era intenzione dell'artista denunciare la reale, anzi... La versione marmorea di Spartaco, ora conservata al Louvre, fu commissionata all'artista, nel 1828, dall'amministrazione reale di Carlo X! La storia stessa crea i suoi paradossi. ”

(Fonte: Palais Beaux-Arts Lille)

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La Trágica Historia de Hero y Leandro

El mito de Hero y Leandro es una historia de amor trágico que proviene de la mitología griega. Se desarrolla en la ciudad de Sestos, ubicada en la región de Tracia, a orillas del Helesponto (el estrecho de los Dardanelos).

Hero era una sacerdotisa de Afrodita, la diosa del amor, que servía en el templo de la diosa en Sestos. Leandro, por otro lado, era un joven que vivía en Abidos, una ciudad al otro lado del Helesponto. Desde que se conocieron, se enamoraron profundamente.

El gran desafío de su amor era la distancia que separaba a sus dos ciudades. Cada noche, Leandro nadaba a través del estrecho, guiado por la luz de una antorcha que Hero encendía en lo alto de la torre del templo de Afrodita. De esta manera, Leandro encontraba su camino a través de las oscuras aguas del Helesponto hacia su amada Hero en Sestos.

La historia alcanza su trágico clímax durante una tormenta oscura y tempestuosa. Esa noche, la antorcha de Hero se apagó debido al viento fuerte, y Leandro, desorientado en la oscuridad, perdió su camino en las aguas turbulentas. Sin la guía de la luz de Hero, se ahogó en el mar.

Al amanecer, Hero descubrió el cuerpo sin vida de Leandro en la playa. Devastada por la pérdida de su amado, decidió quitarse la vida arrojándose al mar desde lo alto de la torre del templo. Se dice que las aguas del Helesponto se volvieron aún más turbulentas con el duelo de Afrodita por la tragedia de estos amantes.

El mito de Hero y Leandro ha sido tema de numerosas obras literarias y artísticas a lo largo de los siglos, representando la fuerza del amor que desafía las adversidades, pero también la fragilidad de la vida humana frente a los caprichos del destino.

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Bacca: [...] Il dio è come un signore tra la vita e la morte. Ci si abbandona alla sua ebbrezza, si dilania o si vien dilaniate. Si rinasce ogni volta, e ci si sveglia come te nel giorno.

Orfeo: Non parlare di giorno, di risveglio. Pochi uomini sanno. Nessuna donna come te, sa cosa sia.

Bacca: Forse è per questo che ti seguono, le donne della Tracia. Tu sei per loro come il dio. Sei disceso dai monti. Canti versi di amore e di morte.

Orfeo: Sciocca. Con te si può parlare almeno. Forse un giorno sarai come un uomo.

Bacca: Purché prima le donne di Tracia…

Orfeo: Di’.

Bacca: Purché non sbranino il dio.

(Da Dialoghi con Leucò)

La ragazza è brutta e si vede nello specchio. Tutto il giorno. L’uomo le dice che lui ride e si conforta allo specchio. L’uomo la crede schiacciata e fredda. Lei è tremenda e orgiastica. Si scatena. L’uomo ha paura.

(Da Il mestiere di vivere)

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La muerte de Fílide

Fílide era una princesa de Tracia que estaba enamorada de uno de los hijos del rey Teseo, Acamante. Este había partido a la Guerra de Troya, así que la joven aguardaba ansiosa su regreso victorioso.

Todos los días, durante los años que duró la guerra, Fílide esperaba a la orilla del mar y fijaba su mirada en el horizonte, esperando divisar los navíos atenienses. Cuando supo que la guerra había terminado y que todos estaban ya embarcados de regreso, acudió a la costa dispuesta a esperar. Pero la nave de Acamante no apareció. En realidad, toda la flota estaba retrasada por el mal temporal, pero la desdichada mujer pensó que su amado había perecido en la guerra o en el mar.

A los pocos días, Fílide murió de dolor. Conmovida, Atenea la convirtió en un almendro. Cuando Acamante llegó, buscó desesperadamente a su amada. Al no encontrarla por ningún lado, lloró amargamente a la sombra del almendro, que en realidad era Fílide. Algo en su interior lo hizo darse cuenta de que aquel hermoso árbol era su amada. Abrazó fuertemente el tronco y, en respuesta, este dio flores el lugar de hojas.

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Conoce los símbolos del Tarot aquí.

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You walk in on hands and legs — quite literally. Your left hand, and your left leg, loping and stumbling as you fumble your way through some kind of parody of ambulation. Your ball joints creak and scream as they twist in directions they weren't designed for, the old wood in the core of your porcelain limbs reaching the very edge of their lifespan. You are wrecking yourself, pushing your body beyond any reasonable limit. A trillion warning lights are flashing inside of your empty mind, begging you to slow down; begging yourself to believe that this just isn't worth it. You've already lost the right half of your body to this cruel trial, and your left isn't long for this world.

"Tracia?" She tips her head to one side as she watches you waddle your way in, confused — but more amused by your abject suffering. It is a mercy that pain receptors weren't invented when she made you. "Status report?" She swallows once or twice as the shambling corpse of a carefully-crafted teapot-doll drags itself into her room, and up to the foot of her bed. She can already see how bad it is, but you need to run through the protocol before you can beg her to fix it.

"Aaa—ah." Your jittering vocal chords fail to sequence the correct words at first, jangling about in your throat like an orchestra let loose. "R-Right side, damaged beyond — beyond repair." Reliving the experience, the flames of the mansion's oven engulf you once again, superheating your faux-flesh. It petrifies you, scalds you, and then tears you apart, all in a splitsecond. Recognizing that they're beyond saving, the limbs on your right side just eject, and clatter onto the floor, whilst the less-fortunate half of your torso is left to be near-incinerated. Torched, blasted and smeared with soot. "Ruined while preparrr-rr-rr-ring your lunch." You gasp, feeling another chord of your speech centre fray and dribble out of your neck.

"And lunch? How is my lunch?" She preens over the curves of her body, letting a slim finger trace around her starter-tummy. It's evident enough that you've been obliterated; what matters is if you went out actually succeeding in something. A victorious death. She licks her lips, just imagining how delicious it's got to be, if it stole half of a doll just to exist. Padding across the softness of her bed, she grabs her ritually-engraved magi-claw, fastening it to her right hand with the same boredom that she might sign a check.

"Lunch is — augh — almost ready." You whine, letting your arm and leg finally relax and drop you to the floor. You crumple up, satisfied that you've made the journey to your saviour's side in record time. "All to specifications. Three-thousand, six-hundred and fourty-two calories." You drone off the exact numbers that've been programmed into your head. You were never taught the meaning of calories, but judging by Her expression, they must be something good. Something worth smiling over. It makes you feel fractionally better about the punishment that's been exacted upon you for it's sake.

"Mmmh..." She giggles, jostling her hips and letting her tiny tub jiggle. You don't have the sensory-sensitivity to see the precise wobbling, but you know that she is enjoying herself. The thought warms you through, even without the magi-claw's humming getting closer and closer. "Sounds good!" She sign-songs, reaching over the footboard of her bed so she can grasp your cranium in the claws of her right hand. "I'll reward you after I finish, Tracia." After a moment's notice, the magi-claw throttles up to full power, and the grinning witch is pumping herself through you. "I'll let you fetch me dessert." Her wine-red locks explode with power as she re-energises your potteried flesh, her eyes sharp and knife-like. She is beautiful, but she's grimaced over this fact a million times — She should've specialized in shapeshifting.

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myth of procne and filomela

Procne and Filomela are two princesses. Procne marries Tereo, king of Tracia, who happens to be a dick.

After the wedding, Tereo kidnaps Filomela, sister of his wife, and fascinated by her beauty, as the douche he is, rapes her. To make sure that the poor Filomela doesn't tell her sister, he cuts her tongue.

However, Filomela wants justice, so she weaves the moment on a canvas and shows it to her sister, who, enraged, kills her and Tereo's own son, Iti, she cooks his flesh and feeds Tereo with it.

This gruesome story ends with the metamorphosis of the protagonists in birds, since the greek gods were disgusted by tereo: Filomela becomes a nightingale, so that she can use her voice by singing for the rest of her life.

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pluto

From my understanding pluto is basically official fanwork for manga god tezuka osamu's astroboy.

I get the feeling homeboy aint gonna get that vacation.

Hmm a serial killer who is physically a robot but who isnt bound by the robot's rule to not kill humans and who the police bot identified as human

Aw north #2... Just wanted to play piano

Oh you know this manga is from like 2000 because future turkey is part of europe

Geischt is worrying. He remembers 500 to buy (scrap?) when brando talks about getting kids and then he get hung up on atom being sold to the circus.

Ok so all the murdered humans were part of an investigation squad in the 39th central asia conflict but it seems like all the robots were too. Montblanc, #2, brando, atom, hercules. Was gesicht there too?

Nightmares and inconsistent memories compared to evidence thats never a good sign

Hmm thracia acted to maintain the status quo. Halted robot development so that no one else could get super powered robots except its allies amd used it as a justification to destroy persia (also persia now has a democracy maybe this is the better timeline)

... wait... if the dr teddybear controlling the tracia president?

manga is now implying geischt might have killed robot kkk's brother or at least he is one of the few possible. 3 years ago dude was murdered by a robot. 3 years ago geischt has inconsistent memories. Uh how'd they make an entire robot out of zeronium ifits explosive. Ooh i see gesicht killed the dude and then europol covered it up including ltering his memory its a coverup all the way to the top. Gesicht looking sussy.

Bora, another super advanced robot, pluto... hmmmm. Welp we found tornado man. Another serial killer suspect! Robot schizophrenia. And we have robot ghost possession. Notices this with Brando too but robots cant operate 2 bodies at once. Hmm the robot murders abd human murders dont necessarily have to have the same culprit. But this seems like pretty good confirmation that pluto is killing the 7 robots on orders of the persian scientist dude and is also and em wave being.

The robot dog got to me ok. Ah it was bait.

Isn't this a tribute manga to atom? Wow that takes chutzpah to kill him. Now what IS the connection between gesicht and pluto?

Ooohh all the set up. Kf setting up gesicht for the long game fall. Adolf trying to kill gesicht. Gesicht assigned to shadow adolf. And kf trying to kill adolf.

Oh i should have put this together faster. Persian dude the us accused of building robot weapons is the one murdering bora squad members because he can jump bodies with his cyborg bugs. And then he's sending pluto to kill the robots.

Tenma who fully believes robots need hate and errors to be human (*slaps roof of robot* this baby can fit so many mental illnesses) was the one to create atom called the perfect robot and who is the opposite of hate. Gesicht is a robot capable of hate. The panel transition after "gesicht didn't do it out of hate"? Oh yeah he totally did it out of hate

Come to think of it why isnt uran considered one of the super robots she gets emotions better than anyone else. And why is teddy bear not considered one if it's the most powerful super computer?

Manga hasnt shown adolf's brothers crimes but wow literally everyone thinks he's a shit bag what did he do?

A common trope in robot stories is how robots cannot die, their ai can be reinstalled, their memories copied and reuploaded. It's interesting how here in Pluto death is very final.

[ochoislas]

—Mientras supe agradarte y no anudaba un mozo con sus brazos tu blanquísimo cuello, más que el rey de los persas fui dichoso.

—Mientras no te abrasabas por otra, ni cedía Lidia a Cloe, esta Lidia nombrada más que la Ilia romana fue famosa.

—Reina en mí tracia Cloe, sabia en los dulces tonos de la cítara, por quien la muerte osara si su ánima librase así la suerte.

—Prende en mí mutua tea por Calais, hijo de Órnito el turino, y dos veces muriera si con eso la suerte libra al mozo.

—¿Y si la antigua Venus tornara a echar el yugo a lo partido? ¿Si tras la rubia Cloe se abre la puerta a Lidia repudiada?

—Por más que el bello mozo sea un lucero, y tú un corcho liviano, más fiero que el Adriático... vivir quiero contigo y morir quiero.

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     Donec gratus eram tibi nec quisquam potior bracchia candidae      cervici iuvenis dabat, Persarum vigui rege beatior.      ‘donec non alia magis arsisti neque erat Lydia post Chloen,      multi Lydia nominis Romana vigui clarior Ilia.’      me nunc Thraessa Chloe regit, dulcis docta modos et citharae sciens,      pro qua non metuam mori, si parcent animae fata superstiti.      ‘me torret face mutua Thurini Calais filius Ornyti,      pro quo bis patiar mori, si parcent puero fata superstiti.’      quid si prisca redit Venus diductosque iugo cogit aeneo,      si flava excutitur Chloe reiectaeque patet ianua Lydiae?      ‘quamquam sidere pulchrior ille est, tu levior cortice et improbo      iracundior Hadria, tecum vivere amem, tecum obeam libens.’

Horacio III, 9.

di-versión©ochoislas

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Tricia Ward - Procurement Manager - Dodds Prison - Where did fridge, dryers, washing machine, etc., go - Barbados.

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Is Tracia Ward in police custody? Have your say. Naked!!

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El Caldero de Gundestrup, descubierto en Dinamarca en 1891, sigue desconcertando a los estudiosos con sus intrincadas figuras que parecen tener un significado profundo. Estilísticamente, las figuras tienen un origen galo, pero la presencia de elefantes, leones y figuras meditativas sugiere influencias orientales. Se cree que este artefacto fue confeccionado en una región influenciada por las culturas galo y tracia, en el noroeste de Bulgaria, y probablemente llevado a Dinamarca por los cimbri para un propósito ritual.