#translative metre

[katchwreck]

Situm, ut longe et prope,

id tantum tempus,

invenio quaerit mundum;

oratio sine salutatione!

impua oratio sine salutatione! 🙏

ens et non ens in infinitum distant,

inter dicere, et facere, multa distantia est,

ad amicum longe,

editum iri accipiendam,

discooperior nos cursus,

quid est..?

invenio quaerit mundum;

oratio sine salutatione!

qui adesse ad enim paenitentium,

èom vivit per vivitfide,

oratio sine salutatione [nong] et,

impua oratio sine salutatione! 🙏

[…]

sicut [ad quod] enim amicus accedit;

utinam umquam iterum ad me viam invenias..

Veritatis Ori; meus [quoniam / do] apothegma.

[majestativa]

The candle drips and drips. This is how you and I live— our souls flare, flesh disappears.

— Arseny Tarkovsky, I Burned at the Feast: Selected Poems of Arseny Tarkovsky, transl by Philip Metres and Dimitri Psurtsev, (2015)

[unwelcome-ozian]

what projects or organizations use star children or program them? can someone be made to be a “star child” or like one or are they born that way and then targeted?

Starseeds are born not created. They are selected for research. Here’s a quote from a study I found: “Self reports on participants' life purpose, their unique abilities, and being misunderstood were also collected. It was concluded that Indigos felt mislabeled or misunderstood throughout their lives in spite of their belief that their life purpose was to help humankind.”

The search for starseeds is to assist with accessing the Akashic Records. Here’s a quote: #31: Well the session process was-while I was drifting and rummaging around in the old AKASHIC records…uh…I don't know. Source

In September 1981, an extraordinary paper was published in the PRC in the journal Ziran Zazhi (transl.: Nature Journal), and this paper was entitled, “Some Experiments on the Transfer of Objects Performed by Unusual Abilities of the Human Body” (Shuhuang et al., 1981). The paper reported that gifted children were able to cause the apparent teleportation of small objects (radio micro-transmitters, photosensitive paper, mechanical watches, horseflies, other insects, etc.) from one location to another (that was metres away) without them ever touching the objects beforehand. All of the Chinese experiments reported using gifted children and young adults, who possessed well-known extraordinary PK ability, to cause the teleportation of the various test specimens.

Omni Article on Chinese, Psychic Children, January 1985 Psi Research in China

Ian Pretyman Stevenson

Dr Andrija Puharich's "space kids."

There are numerous locations regarding accessing starseeds. The abilities that are being sought go by some of the following names: InfoVision, Parapsychology, Extraocular Image, Midbrain Activation, Mindsight, and Second sight.

Parapsychology Laboratory at Duke University Online Precognition Registry ESP in school children Research into Paranormal Experiences in Children

Government document China Britain/France

Oz

[bluesman56]

Jive by Tony Via Flickr: The Dancing Towers (German: Tanzende Türme, sometimes also Tango-Türme, transl. Tango Towers) are two highrises at the eastern end of Reeperbahn, in St. Pauli, Hamburg, Germany. Designed by BRT Architects of Hadi Teherani and funded by Strabag, they were completed in 2012. The height of the two towers with the significant kink is 85 and 75 metres.

[majestativa]

The wound of the world enfolded me.

— Arseny Tarkovsky, I Burned at the Feast: Selected Poems of Arseny Tarkovsky, transl by Philip Metres and Dimitri Psurtsev, (2015)

[majestativa]

My birthday’s come, and I’m drained of delight, gnawed by a secret, growing fear— what have I done with these years? My God, why have I squandered my life?

— Arseny Tarkovsky, I Burned at the Feast: Selected Poems of Arseny Tarkovsky, transl by Philip Metres and Dimitri Psurtsev, (2015)

[majestativa]

I am a candle. I burned at the feast. Gather my wax when morning arrives so that this page will remind you how to be proud and how to weep how [...] to burn posthumously, like a word.

— Arseny Tarkovsky, I Burned at the Feast: Selected Poems of Arseny Tarkovsky, transl by Philip Metres and Dimitri Psurtsev, (2015)

[majestativa]

Enough, heart. Don’t lie.

— Arseny Tarkovsky, I Burned at the Feast: Selected Poems of Arseny Tarkovsky, transl by Philip Metres and Dimitri Psurtsev, (2015)

[majestativa]

The black pines mutter about their lack of peace— a mad lacrimal disorder seethes beneath their crust.

— Arseny Tarkovsky, I Burned at the Feast: Selected Poems of Arseny Tarkovsky, transl by Philip Metres and Dimitri Psurtsev, (2015)

[majestativa]

If you’re a poet [...] don’t describe too early battles or the trials of love. Refrain from prophecy, and don’t ask for the grave.

— Arseny Tarkovsky, I Burned at the Feast: Selected Poems of Arseny Tarkovsky, transl by Philip Metres and Dimitri Psurtsev, (2015)

[majestativa]

Do not disturb, don’t touch or threaten the wood’s wet quiet. Here, the old life breathes. Just listen.

— Arseny Tarkovsky, I Burned at the Feast: Selected Poems of Arseny Tarkovsky, transl by Philip Metres and Dimitri Psurtsev, (2015)

[majestativa]

The heart is pierced, always, with a needle thought— how to fit the sky.

— Arseny Tarkovsky, I Burned at the Feast: Selected Poems of Arseny Tarkovsky, transl by Philip Metres and Dimitri Psurtsev, (2015)

[majestativa]

I lay [...] in my own blood, outside the future’s magnetic pull.

— Arseny Tarkovsky, I Burned at the Feast: Selected Poems of Arseny Tarkovsky, transl by Philip Metres and Dimitri Psurtsev, (2015)

[majestativa]

I try to break away like one condemned, but I cannot cross through this strangeness.

— Arseny Tarkovsky, I Burned at the Feast: Selected Poems of Arseny Tarkovsky, transl by Philip Metres and Dimitri Psurtsev, (2015)

[majestativa]

Behind us, fate followed like a madman with a razor in his hand.

— Arseny Tarkovsky, I Burned at the Feast: Selected Poems of Arseny Tarkovsky, transl by Philip Metres and Dimitri Psurtsev, (2015)

[majestativa]

While in the crystal sphere, rivers pulsed, mountains smoked, seas dawned, and in your palm you held that crystal; your bed was a throne; and—my God—you were mine.

— Arseny Tarkovsky, I Burned at the Feast: Selected Poems of Arseny Tarkovsky, transl by Philip Metres and Dimitri Psurtsev, (2015)