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Kristi Beisecker is a graphic designer, photographer, printmaker and alternative scientist whose interested in making images through two contrasting elements. She is also a blogger in lifestyle, travel, wellness and health, art and design, beauty and fashion.

Dream about 2012

So today during my nap I had a dream about 2012. It was more of a survival type dream than anything else. It felt very hollywood which is something in itself.

I had people I knew in this dream and will only use the first letter of their name.

—-dreamscape—-

I was transported to an area of the world that I felt was North Carolina however it was different. The air was cleaner and everything had a slightly bit more ethereal feel. The world looked a lot like it did presently. There were still trees, manicured lawns, houses made out of wood, etc. Post Modern.

I found myself to be standing on a small manicured hill outside a very futuristic looking building. The only description I could give is the Santorini houses in Santorini Greece, the white adobe and organic feel of the buildings. I managed to find myself inside the building and then I was lead to this room that was sealed shut. It actually had a toxic gas coming out of it and I coughed and covered my mouth and backed away.

Then a patron of the place came up to me and asked me if I would like to go in there. The patron said the gas was just for security reasons. The female patron told me that there was an electromagnetically charged vehicle in there in test mode. It was supposed to be able to go into the future and past. I perked up at that, but I had a hard time trusting this patron.

I told her this and the female patron understood. She released the air-tight door that sealed the machine and the door fell to the ground. As soon as she released the door the toxic gas stopped spitting out. The vehicle without warning came quickly toward me. I yelped and jumped out of the way and the patron stood there chuckling. The vehicle slowed to a stop and it was hovering! It looked more like a mobile pad than anything. There was no sealed covering and exposed like a convertible. There was a steal railing all around and only a small box of controls at what appeared to be the front. There was no sign of an exhaust pipe or anything that determined it ran on electromagnetism. The vehicle itself had a metal bottom but was as white as the building it was housed in.

The female patron asked me again if I wanted to test it out. I said yes slowly. She asked me where I would like to go. I noticed now that the female patron was wearing all black, had blond highlights and had a very classic look about her. She neither looked political or looked like a business woman.

I answered her that before I was transported here, there was much talk about the year 2012. She nodded and smiled. However she never said anything about which year it was currently. Then, it never occurred to me to ask her. I said to her I would like to see what will/what happened during that most anticipated year of human history.

The female agreed. She turned off the vehicle and the vehicle slowly descended to the ground. She instructed me to climb in. I did so and she told me to start the vehicle again. The vehicle slowly ascended and started to hover again. I felt a strange sensation through out my body. The female explained that it was the strong electromagnetic pulsing and since I came before the year 2012, my bodies’ genetics weren’t used to electromagnetism. The female set the time piece to the year 2012 and hit enter.

Suddenly I found myself in a very different world. It was still earth, but it wasn’t the clean, pristine world I had came from. I hovered around a bit and I noticed the number of debris that littered the ground. Scorched trees and broken machines could be seen. It looked like I had found myself in the middle of a war. However, everything was destroyed. I saw no people, only flattened houses and scorched trees. There was nothing for miles wide.

I flew around some more and after some time I found a small forest. I headed over and found some survivors. I also saw a ufo that had mounted and huge robots kind of like you would see in the movie Transformers. I lowered the vehicle to the ground and entered the forest. The war was still going on and I could hear laser beams.

I followed the laser beams and saw a group of grey aliens huddled together. Suddenly I heard my name and I turned around. There I saw Jay, one of my friends (In real life). I stopped the vehicle and descended to the ground.

“Kristi?” Jay said.

“Jay?!” I said.

“it’s me! I.. what’s going on?” I said and ran to him. I embraced him.

“You have no idea how glad I am to see you, everything gone terribly wrong. They made some bad moves and…”

“And what?” I asked.

“We’re it,” he said.

“The last?”

“yes, they made some bad moves, and the greys completely took over without warning. Some huge object came and wiped out a lot. Sarah Michelle Gellar is still alive and the president – not obama. Some white guy.”

“Oh jay, I’m so sorry.” I embraced him harder and cried.

“But listen,” he said. “You can save us with that machine. I know its from the future.”

“How?”

“We must go back to your time before you were transported and convince the President to not make those bad moves.”

“Okay, but first we must gather the survivors and convince the greys too.”

Jay nodded. By this time, I noticed I was dressed differently. I had an army green tank top on with cargo pants. My hair was curlier than usual and I carried a gun. Jay and I climbed into the vehicle and ascended once again to look for Sarah and the rest. We eventually found them and the greys again. By this time the vehicle was crowded with the survivors.

(the conversations in this next part is only a fraction of the real conversation, I couldn’t remember the real conversation that much)

I swerved around around and faced the group of greys. They, simultaneously, looked up at me. I held up my hands in peace. I began to shout. Suddenly I heard one of them saying, “No need to shout. Just think.”

I began to think what I wanted to say. I thought, Visitors from the grand cosmos, please hear me. I come from the past. I was transported ahead into the far future. I was disappointed that the world looked exactly like this current one, but only cleaner and more ethereal. Definitely not what I perceived the future to be. We were still in our old ways just improved. I know your race and its’ agenda, I know why you are here. I beg you to surrender.

After a few minutes of circling them, I heard one of them think, Alright. We’ll surrender. When you said the far future is like this present one, that means our race hasn’t changed, and that we’re still the slaves of the Reptillians. This war, would otherwise be pointless. Go back to your time, and convince your governments what has happened and hopefully that will change. Be wary that your governments will be pre-metamorphosis. I would highly recommend waiting until post-metamorphosis.

By then, it seemed like magic, that the vehicle automatically transported itself back to the far future, with the survivors and before when my pre-metamorphosis self found the vehicle. I jumped out and the others followed. The female patron was no where to be found.

I turned to Jay and said, “Did we do it?”

“I.. I have no idea” Jay said.

I looked around at the others and they seemed to have no idea either.

We all climbed into the vehicle again. I entered in 2011 and found myself and the vehicle at my beach house where I am now. I began to fly the vehicle towards washington dc.

The scene cut to the vehicle being in front of tall french windows of the white house. I was looking in the room and saw President Obama and Michelle Obama talking with a few people. I knocked on the windows. They all turned and stared at me. I broke the window by turning the vehicle on its side and crashing into the glass.

The security of the white house came into the room and before they could begin shooting, the generals in the vehicle turned and shot them.

I steadied the vehicle and told the President my message.

Needless to say they were all stunned, and took it seriously.

Once the meeting was over. The vehicle mysteriously transported back to 2012. I was sitting next to Sarah Michelle Gellar and Jay was driving the vehicle. As he moved to the forest were we began, I saw giants. I had remembered that I read that Humans were the race of tiny people and the giants that existed once on earth were a mixture of pledians and sirians. They stood tall above the forest dominating everything on the ground. The robotic transformers appeared miniature to these giants. Jay moved the vehicle up to the giants.

“I’m so happy to see you,” I said to one of them.

“And we’re happy to see you, you saved us from the worst possible outcome,” a male giant said. “we were able to keep the greys away when comet elenin came. ”

“Fantastic, I said. Does that mean, humans are free?”

“What’s left of them,” he said. “Which appears to be you lot.”

I nodded grimly. I said, “let me do something first.”

I transported everyone to the far future. We found ourselves in the same exact building the dream began in. Except everything was slightly different. The female patron was no where to be found, but there were scientists in the room as it had turned into a lab instead of a parlor.

They all dropped what they were doing and stared at us.

I flew through the window breaking the glass before they could do anything. As soon as I saw the outside, I knew it was different than before. I was high up in the atmosphere instead of looking down on a manicured lawn. And everything was full of light, light was every where. I could see it all, it was blinding at first.

The other survivors cheered. We swerved the vehicle to the closest platform and climbed out. I turned to Jay and hugged him hard. I whispered to him and he kissed me.

We all agreed to do something to celebrate and found the local bar. In this world, you could buy alcoholic drinks in beer bottle like containers. I picked a Strawberry Daiquiri and Sarah and I had fun chugging them down. In this world, no one had to know what we did, in this world, there were no secrets, there were no corrupt governments. In this world we were as free as we could be.

—-end dreamscape—-

Society of Cape Cod Craftsmen

Today my mom and I went to Brewster Cape Cod which is about 15 minutes from Eastham and we went to the annual crafts fair conducted by the Society of Cape Cod Craftsmen. Its’ been a dream of mine to find a craft I really enjoy doing and sell it at events like this, I already have a concept in mind…

Anyway, this crafts fair was unique, and well done. All the crafts people had to be juried in order to become a member of the Society. They had a lot of great crafts people (although my mom and I thought there was too much pottery and handmade Cookware and Bakeware. But I guess that’s just not my taste. I love pottery, but I just think it looks all the same…)

We fell in love with two artisans who did really unique things. First a beader who had really unique designs. I can’t really describe it but I guess you could call it sculptural. She made unique flower designs out of seed beads and not just your typical strung beads on tigertail. She actually used fishing line, something a bit different and they way the beads reacted when strung onto fishing line was really unique!

The second artist that we fell in love, did crocheting, shell collecting, paper making, and embroidery. She combined everything using shells into works of art that resulted in really intricate picturesque collages.

My mom loves the same thing she did and she had done a little embroidery and shell collecting herself. But unfortunately a lot of the pieces that would fit in our color scheme in our house the prices were a little out of our budget.

The entire show was a little out of our budget, but it was fun talking to the artisans and having them tell their story.

The artist, who made the piece of sea glass I found at one of the near by beaches into a pendant, was there.

I really want to get into making cosmetics this winter. That industry has always been a passion of mine and working with colors will be fun. I also thought about making my own pigments from natural materials from the Northeast to make it specific.

Like for example purple might be able to be taken from a purple hydrangea or a purple quohog clam. That would be fun. The concept of taking natural materials and make them into pigments is a medieval concept that the fresco painters did often, and thus the company would be, “Fresco Cosmetics”. Most make up artists see the face as a canvas and I think this would be cool to get into. Yes yes yes

Oh our neighbor behind us has also given us fresh clams, potatoes and garlic. So we’re in the middle of cooking up some fresh cape cod cowder.

I am SO convinced that we are definitely heading into the Golden Age.
I am getting frustrated that more and more people are becoming more naive and ignorant by convincing themselves to not care about the date.

Unfortunately nothing will most likely happen on the exact date, December 21st, 2012, only the beginning of the season of Winter and Darkness. This is because Time, as we know it, does not exist at all. The current calendar, Gregorian appears to have been a manipulation of the Mayan Calendar because when the Spanish Conquistadors brought back the information to Templar Rome the Vatican Church used the information to create a whole new timeline, as known as the Gregorian Calendar. According to Jewish mysticism, Qabbalah, all calendars are ending on December 2012, illustrating a 2,000 year domination by the Sumerian Annunaki who changes the time lines way back to A.D. Annuno Dominio which essentially means “Annunaki Domination” in Latin, the ‘mother language’ of the Sumerians (Latin is the child language of ancient Sumerian which is the parent language of Latin).

Loreena and the Forgotten War

Part 1

It was a partly cloudy night in the Northern Italian province of Biella. Loreena once again found herself wondering the streets in search for food. She dug through trash cans in hope of finding something tangible to eat. She searched many hours through the cold cloudy night. Finally she reached the end of the street and saw a brown cloth bag sitting on the cobble stone street. She walked quickly to it and looked through it. She was astonished to find a half baguette and a half slice of cheese left and with a knife! Looking to her left and right to see if anyone was near by she snatched the bag and ran off.

Loreena was an average framed girl but with having little to eat she was malnourished. She wore a brown scratchy blanket over her dirty torn white flowered dress. Her leather boots are worn and had holes above the toes. Her long wavy copper hair was matted and clung to her face. Her hazel eyes were bright and wide with a hint of fear. She sprinted down the street she came and found a hiding spot for the night. Taking the baguette and cheese out she cut her self slices and savored the moment. Fresh bread and cheese was almost impossible to find, especially in that condition, Loreena thought to herself. I wonder if someone left this for me?

After a full stomach for the first time since her family got separated Loreena fell asleep.

“Hey you!” said a voice, startling Loreena.

“Who me?” Loreena said groggily.
“Yes you, you stole my bag last night I saw you.”

Loreena jolted up right and looked up at where the voice came from. She was astonished to find a boy about her age standing in front of her. His clothes were no better than hers except he was wearing a beret.

“Monsieur, I.. I’m so very sorry. You see-”
“Unbelievable! A street rat was brave enough to steal my food!”
“Don’t turn me in please!” Squealed Loreena. “I’ll do anything you wish! Just don’t throw me in Jail!”
“Anything?” the boy taunted.
“Anything!”

The boy stood there staring at her thinking.

“What’s your story?” the boy asked.
“My story?” Loreena asked stupidly.
“Your story! Why are you on the street? It might help me decide whether or not to make you my servant.”
“Oh! My family got separated after the Thirty Year’s War and when the French took the Italian throne. I’m desperate to find them because its the only way my family can reclaim its rightful place.”
“Ahh I see…” the boy said. “A difficult decision: a pure blood italian desperate to overthrow the French-Italian Monarchy.. what should I do?”
“QUINTUS!”
“Coming, ma!”
“You got lucky, you can have the bread,” scoffed the boy.
“QUINTUS!! Where have you gone, you taunting to street rats again?” screamed a woman that appeared to be the boy’s mother.
“Yes, ma, as always. This, ‘ere, girl is quite fascinating though, ma.”
“Oh?” perked up his mother.
“Ya, she tryin’ to over throw the French-Italian Monarchy, she thinks she’s royalty or something.”

The boy’s mother burst out laughing and the boy joined in. As they walked away their laughter stabbed Loreena’s heart. I will find my family! and I WILL be back in that palace! Loreena promised herself. Loreena got to her feet and picked up the cloth bag. She suddenly noticed a piece of paper inside. She opened it and the scratchy handwriting read:

Meet me at the Magnano Clock Tower at 8 pm tonight. If I’m not there stay there.

Loreena quickly put the note back in the bag and wondered who her mysterious messenger is. She walked down the street and eagerly awaited 8 pm.

She spent her day lounging around the streets of Magnano and when 8 pm came, she found herself by the Magnano Clock Tower. She seated herself by a tree and waited, curious to see what will come her way. Suddenly she heard voices and horses hooves on the cobble stones. She braced herself as she saw two town sherifs on horses that pulled a carriage, the carriage was barricaded with iron bars. Inside she could barely see someone sitting. As the carriage pulled up the street she saw that it stopped by the clock tower. The two sherifs dismounted from the horses and took the body out of the carriage. Loreena sees now that the body is a young male and she instantly notices that his hair is copper like hers! A bit of hope pinged her heart.

She slowly began to crawl closer to the scene to get a better view. The sherifs force the copper haired male onto his feet and forced him to walk up the steep slope to the tower. After what seemed like hours of anxiously waiting, the sound of a musket stabbed the quiet, still atmosphere of Magnano. Loreena glanced quickly up at the top of the tower and sees a body falling. Loreena ran to the tower and positioned herself to catch the body. The body fell into her arms and she staggered and fell. She noticed that the copper haired male was shot in the chest, however he was barely alive.

“Loreena” he spoke softly.
“How do you know my name?” she said, tears streaming down her face.
“You’ve forgotten, haven’t you?” the male said.
“I…I..”
“it’s okay, I almost did until I saw you last night. You remember me don’t you?” the male whispered as he saw the realization struck across Loreena’s face.
“Guido! Oh Guido!” Loreena screamed and buried her head.
“Sshh, they’ll hear you. I got in trouble for stealing my work from the Royal Library.”
“Oh Guido!”
“Loreena, listen here! That knowledge is important, my work that I had done. It can help fix everything.”
“How? You’re the last heir!” hollered Loreena.
“Yes. Listen and promise to me Loreena. They’ve got my knowledge again, you MUST steal it and find an Apothecarist. He should be able to build…”
“Build what?” Loreena asked.
Guido’s eyes began to close.
“Guido! build what?”
“It.” was all Guido could muster. Loreena felt him become limp. She fell to her knees and mourned for him. Wailing and crying in hysterics. It wasn’t long before Loreena could hear the sherifs coming.
She didn’t care. She wanted jail now, there’s no hope left for her and her family. They killed the last heir, and it doesn’t matter if she’s a female. By law the heir must be male to return the power to the throne.

The sherifs were suddenly surrounding Loreena. The stout italian man forced Loreena to her feet and the tall french man handcuffed her and threw her into the iron bar carriage and blacked out.

Loreena:

Corteo lyrics

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Ritornare

Brinda, brinda, brinda alla vita
Alla tua vita che valore ha
Brinda, brinda, brinda alla vita
Alla tua vita che valore ha
Vivi, vivi, vivi la vita
Questa mia vita che se ne va

Il vivere è un lungo ritornare
Brinda alla vita, brinda alla vita
Il vivere è un lungo ritornare
Brinda, brinda alla vita

Brinda alla vita, vivi, vivi, vivi la vita

Brindo alla vita
È un lungo ritornare
Brindo alla vita
È un lungo ritornare

———————–

Toast, toast, toast to life
To your life that has value
Toast, toast, toast to life
To your life that has value
Live, live, live the life
My life goes

The living is a long back
Toast to life, toast to life
The living is a long back
Toast, toast to life

Toast to life, live, live, live the life

Toast to life
It’s a long back
Toast to life
It’s a long back

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Nos Dejo

ya se fue, nos dejó
chi non c’è, più non c’è
e se c’è già non c’è amor
ya durmió, nos dejó
chi non c’è, più non c’è
e se c’è già non c’è amor

muerte es una cita que se puede atrasar
si te quedas nunca más te volveré a engañar
pero por primero, mi amor

más antes de partir
no te vayas a olvidar
un beso, un abrazo, un tierno y dulce chao
más antes de partir
no te vayas a olvidar
un beso, un abrazo, hasta el carnaval

———————–

is gone, let
those who are not there, there’s more
And there’s already no love
and sleep, let
those who are not there, there’s more
And there’s already no love

Death is an appointment that may delay
if you stay you’ll never fool
but first, my love

more before departure
do not go to forget
a kiss, a hug, a tender and sweet bye
more before departure
do not go to forget
a kiss, a hug, until Carnival

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Klezmer Movement

si ça te fais du bien
si ça te fais du bien
de te sentir un peu plus mal

sens-toi bien mal
sens-toi bien mal
pour te sentir un peu mieux

Sans te sentir mal
Te fait du bien sens-toi
bien mal
pour te sentir un peu mieux

si ça te fais du bien
si ça te fais du bien
de te sentir un peu plus mal

sens-toi bien mal
sens-toi bien mal
pour te sentir un peu mieux
sens-toi bien mal
sens-toi bien mal
pour te sentir un peu mieux

si ça te fais du bien
si ça te fais du bien
de te sentir un peu plus mal
sens-toi bien mal
sens-toi bien mal
pour te sentir un peu mieux
sens-toi bien mal
sens-toi bien mal

———————–

if it’ll do good
if it’ll do good
of you feel a little worse

Feel very bad
Feel very bad
to make you feel a little better

Without feeling bad
Makes you feel good yourself
badly
to make you feel a little better

if it’ll do good
if it’ll do good
of you feel a little worse

Feel very bad
Feel very bad
to make you feel a little better
Feel very bad
Feel very bad
to make you feel a little better

if it’ll do good
if it’ll do good
of you feel a little worse
Feel very bad
Feel very bad
to make you feel a little better
Feel very bad
Feel very bad

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Prendersi per Mano

bambina, mi prendevi per mano
giardino, era un mondo selvaggio
cercavi i modi per restar sempre nascosta
forme per creder che il mondo avremmo potuto fermar
che bello il tempo libero

parole disegnate nell’aria
parole inventate per non scappar
vivrai, vivrò
tutto resterà così

vivrai, vivrò
tutto resterà così

parole disegnate nell’aria
parole inventate per non scappar

vivrai, vivrò
tutto resterà così

parole disegnate nell’aria
parole inventate per non scappar
vivrai, vivrò
tutto resterà così

———————–

Join hands

girl, took my hand
garden was a wild world
Always looking for ways to remain hidden
forms to believe that the world would have stopped
I just got free time

words drawn in the air
invented words not to run away
live, I live
All will be well

live, I live
All will be well

words drawn in the air
invented words not to run away

live, I live
All will be well

words drawn in the air
invented words not to run away
live, I live
All will be well

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El Cielo Sabrá

porque, solo el cielo sabrá
porque, el no regresa siempre al mar
porque, como un niño preguntare
con mi voz, con mis palabras
te miro y te quiero, tu sonrisa sin mi cielos

busco después me pierdo
pregunto y ya me duermo
busco después me quedo
pregunto y ya despierto
sabrás, tu lo sabrás porque porque porque el porque porque porque

porque, solo el viento sabrá
porque, las nubes no se pueden parar
porque, como un niño preguntare
con mi voz, con mis palabras
te miro y te quiero, tu sueñas sin dormir la noche

busco después me pierdo
pregunto y ya despierto
sabrás, tu lo sabrás porque porque porque
solo libertad

———————–

because, heaven only knows
because the returns are not always the sea
because as a child shall ask
with my voice, my words
I look and I love you, your smile without my heaven

I miss looking after
I fall asleep and you wonder
I’m looking after
already awake and wonder
you know, you will know because because because because because because

because only the wind knows
because the clouds can not be stopped
because as a child shall ask
with my voice, my words
I look and I love you, your sleepless night dream

I miss looking after
already awake and wonder
you know, you will know because because because
just freedom

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Vovo Volando

forse allora mi ricorderai
un sorriso sulla faccia mia
ubriaco di nostalgia
s’alzerà nel vento polvere
poi sarò vicino a te
poi sarò un ricordo per te

hanno detto che ricorderai
ogni gesto la bella follia
impazzito di nostalgia
saprò come farti ridere
poi sarò un ricordo per te

dimmi allora ti ricorderai
quella gioia e quella pazzia
canteremo con nostalgia
tutto il nostro resistere
poi sarò un ricordo per te

forse allora ti ricorderai
ogni bacio le calze mie
scoprirai la nostalgia
poi sarò un ricordo per te

volo, volo, volando, volo e volerò
volo, volo, volando, volo e volerò

volo, volo, volando, volo e volerò

ogni sera ci ricorderai
quella pace, quell’allegria
amerai la nostalgia
poi sarò un ricordo per te

forse allora mi ricorderai
un sorriso sulla faccia mia
ubriaco di nostalgia
s’alzerà nel vento polvere
poi sarò un ricordo per te

———————–

Flying Vovo

maybe then I remember
a smile on my face
drunk with nostalgia
s’alzerà dust in the wind
I’ll be near you
I’ll be a memory for you

said they will remember
every gesture the beautiful madness
mad with longing
I know how to make you laugh
I’ll be a memory for you

Then tell me you’ll remember
that joy and madness
sing with nostalgia
all of our resist
I’ll be a memory for you

maybe then you’ll remember
every kiss my socks
find out the nostalgia
I’ll be a memory for you

flight, flight, flying, fly and fly
flight, flight, flying, fly and fly

flight, flight, flying, fly and fly

every night we will remember
that peace, gaiety
love the nostalgia
I’ll be a memory for you

maybe then I remember
a smile on my face
drunk with nostalgia
s’alzerà dust in the wind
I’ll be a memory for you

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Garda Lassu
un día muy triste volveré
ese día no te pude detener
el vino de las copas se acabó
pero antes de partir
no te vayas a olvidar
un beso, un abrazo, un tierno y dulce chao
un beso, un abrazo, hasta sólo un chao

———————–

Garda Lassu
again a very sad day
that day I will not stop
wine cups are finished
but before leaving
do not go to forget
a kiss, a hug, a tender and sweet bye
a kiss, a hug, until only one bye

Loreena and the Forgotten War

I have been listening to Corteo by Cirque Du Soleil since junior year of high school. During the car ride home from the Cape I have thought up an awesome story line that goes with the music as well as being an animated film.

(this is mostly completely made up)

My story takes place in 16th/17th century Italy. Italy was overthrown by the french monarchy after the Thirty Year’s War. The Royal Italian family was banished to the streets leaving its heritage to die. One by one the heirs of the family died from poverty. The youngest Princess, Loreena was left to fend for herself. Her family had separated and she was determined to find who was still alive. Eventually she finds a street rat by the name of Guido who is in trouble with the French-Italian monarchy for stealing his work in Apothecarism and Western Alchemy from the Royal Library. Loreena finds out that Guido is her brother and a heir to the throne. Guido is eventually caught and is given the death penalty. The French-Italian monarchy wanted to work with the Vatican and burn all ancient wisdom teachings from human consciousness since they aimed to revolutionize the Western World with a world view that is validated by science rather than by religion or tradition. In order for Italy to survive, the Royal Italian family must gain back their claim to the throne. Loreena finds out that Guido is dead and steals the knowledge again from the Royal Library, she eventually escapes from the Monarchy and is determined to find an Apothecarist to help her save the Royal Italian Family. She eventually finds herself in 17th century Moravia and is kidnapped by a middle-eastern man named Abdur-Rahman. Loreena tells Rahman her story and asks he she could help her. After a few days of studying the knowledge Loreena carried with her to Moravia, Rahman learns that there’s enough knowledge to build a time machine that will transport Loreena back a few months before Guido convinces himself to steal the knowledge. Loreena must be convincing so Guido will believe her that he is the heir to the Royal Italian Family throne. However, Gold is expensive, but the ingredients from the alchemical transmutation process from are not but rare. Being poor herself, Loreena almost gives up but Abdur-Rahman offers Loreena an unthinkable idea. For payment, Loreena will give Rahman, her first born to be his own personal heir of Abdur-Rahman’s work and family lineage. Not only her first born, but her virginity as well. Loreena eventually agrees. Years later Rahman successfully builds the time machine and during this time the French-Italian Monarchy has ordered a pure italian blood genocide. The night the genocide was called, Rahman and Loreena have sex. The next day, Rahman and Loreena have sex again, and that night Loreena leaves. She successfully is transported back to the night Guido convinces himself to steal his knowledge from the Royal Library. She saves Guido from death and tells him that he must gather an army and take back the Royal Italian throne. Loreena returns to the night of the ordered genocide and instead of being a genocide it is a war to take back the italian throne, lead by Guido himself. By changing history, she found that she had never stolen the knowledge and travelled to Moravia and she never had made that deal with Abdur-Rahman. Somehow Rahman, found her and he remembered the deal. Angry, with her and her clever plan, he kidnapped her again and raped her to make sure she got pregnant. Guido, now a general, found Abdur-Rahman and sentenced him to death. Italy won the war and became its’ own nation once again.

A Tour of a little Northeast Paradise

I have been spending my summer weekends at my family’s new summer house. I am absolutely in love with this place. It’s so inspiring to be on Cape Cod (my heart and soul lives here) and to have a place here opens up so many possibilities (like a Marketing business my mom and I are trying to get off the ground for the grassroots artists and crafters here…). We officially obtained the house June 28th (I believe) and have been down here every weekend since. I finally gotten around to taking pictures of the place last weekend and now am just posting it.

I have often been referring to Cape Cod as the Northeast Hawaii. The Cape Cod peninsula isn’t connected to the ‘main land’ of the Massachusetts state, you have to cross a bridge over a canal to get there and then there are islands.. Martha’s Vineyard and Nantucket. It also has a native flower, the Hydrangea, that everyone loves like Hawaii’s plumeria.

The living room isn’t pictured because we didn’t have furniture in it yet when I took the pictures and it became the “everything room” since it’s the room you enter through the side door. We got the furniture last week, so I’ll take the picture next weekend. Nothing too special though.

Front of the House

Side door

Front of the back yard.

So nice sitting out here with a drink or with your computer, or simply taking a nap after the beach.

Large backyard, its so nice having a backyard. The house I grew up in had a little backyard, so not used to having so much free space.

Family Room

The bedroom I sleep in.

Sage Green Master Bedroom

Upstairs Bathroom

Upstairs Bathroom

Guest room. If your the only guest over here you’d be in this room.

I also don’t have the ‘guest’ bathroom pictured. Although it has the same royal blue/white design as the bedspread.

Bay Window behind the dinning room table.

Backyard patio

Patio Table

In the kitchen facing the dining room.

What is the world coming to?
Rumors of the world ending delivered to us via false prophets and true prophets. A sense of uncertainty has overcome humanity I think. With the world’s economical system in the dumps and little hope for a positive future, I don’t blame humanity for thinking the world may end. I have become very interested in humanities destiny because I am sensitive to foretelling future events. Although I would never call myself a prophet. No one should, why? Because time doesn’t exist. Time is a physical law of this dimension. A psychic reads the current energy and if the energy changes; time changes, the outcome changes. One doesn’t need a PHD in astrophysics to determine that time is caused by motion which is the fourth axis. We only need to observe the rotation of the earth’s axis to determine planetary time. Time is evolutionary, it evolves from morning to midday to evening to night. Time isn’t instant, hardly anything in life is instant.

Pablo Picasso once said, “Every act of creation is first an act of destruction.”

As an art student my professors have stressed numerous laws and rules that we should follow during our own processes. My professors have also stressed the difference between art and design. The major difference is that art establishes the strongest emotional bond between the artist and their audience. On the other hand, the designer’s job isn’t to invent something new, but to communicate something that already exists, for a purpose. Good art sends a different message to everyone. Good design sends the SAME message to everyone. Within design there are specific principles that should be paid attention to, in art such principles are more likely to not exist.

In design its’ principles are; balance, contrast, emphasis, movement, proportion, space and unity. Essentially all design disciplines follow the same principles. In mysticism, the physical universe is seen as architecture. The secret societies especially the Freemasons call the God concept the Great Architect of the Universe. Here is where I plead my case; once one learns the principles of design of one design discipline he can then apply them to other design disciplines, including architecture and therefore the physical world.

The universe, with both physical and spiritual, is the completed composition, that which expresses the design principle of unity and oneness. In the Gospel of Thomas, Jesus once said to his disciples, ‎”On the day when you were one, you became two. But when you become two, what will you do?” Within this divine composition we face contrast and the struggle to keep balance. Contrast expresses the positive and negative magnetism that holds the physical shell together. Without contrast, or opposites our bodies and the physical world cannot function. Movement or motion creates the illusion of time and therefore change. The Law of Motion changes not, but all things change in motion. For motion is the force that holds events separate, each in its own proper place. Space is the boundless, three-dimensional extent in which objects and events occur and have relative position and direction. Motion is time, to stop time, to end it creates stillness, oneness. Although modern physicists usually consider it, with motion, to be part of the boundless four-dimensional continuum known as space-time. Harmonic Proportion is essential to keeping the building of physical reality in balance. In the Vedic civilization of the Far East, the Vedas delivered the science of architecture, or Vastu. Vastu is a system of design based on directional alignments. Vastu shastra prescribes desirable characteristics for sites and buildings based on flow of energy (prana in Sanskrit). Many of the rules are attributed to cosmological considerations – the sun’s path, the rotation of the earth, magnetic field, etc. The harmonic proportions, human proportions, cosmological/astronomical proportions and orientations, and various aspects of sacred geometry (the vesica piscis), pentagram, golden ratio, and small whole-number ratios were all applied as part of the practice of architectural design. The rule of emphasis is seen as synchronistic events. Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events, that are apparently causally unrelated or unlikely to occur together by chance, that are observed to occur together in a meaningful manner. Synchronistic events reveal an underlying pattern, a conceptual framework that encompasses, but is larger than, any of the systems that display the synchronicity.

I was thinking today if the bible left any clues about the Net and such. For those who don’t know me I have a mystic background and take into consideration all religious and spiritual paths and have studied all religious and spiritual paths and know them quite well… that’s why I reference a lot of the bible and other spiritual texts because of the mysticism. I realize most religion is a lie but I have recognized/remembered a lot of the truths within them and I believe that’s my gift is to recognize ‘truth’ where ‘truth’ is needed.

Anyway, I was drawn to the Ten Commandments and realized “Ten” reversed is “Net” so it might be “Net Commandments”.

The net may not actually be a piece of physical technology but a spiritual, psychological, and sociological tactic. As long as there is someone (or lots of someones) believing in the bible with the Ten Commandments (or Net Commandments) we’re in a gridlock.

Combining with this speculation and the old hermetic thought, “As above, so below and so below as above” whatever was determined before the Net (As above, the Macrocosom, positively) is reflected on earth (so below, the microcosm, negatively) and is reflected inwardly to our subconscious (so below) and then reflects itself in our lives (as above) whether we’re aware of the commands or not.

For those who aren’t familiar with the Ten Commandments they are:
he Ten Commandments (Exodus 20:2-17 NKJV)
1 “I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. You shall have no other gods before Me.
2 “You shall not make for yourself a carved image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth; you shall not bow down to them nor serve them. For I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers on the children to the third and fourth generations of those who hate Me, but showing mercy to thousands, to those who love Me and keep My Commandments.
3 “You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain, for the Lord will not hold him guiltless who takes His name in vain.
4 “Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord your God. In it you shall do no work: you, nor your son, nor your daughter, nor your male servant, nor your female servant, nor your cattle, nor your stranger who is within your gates. For in six days the Lord made the heavens and the earth, the sea, and all that is in them, and rested the seventh day. Therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and hallowed it.
5 “Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long upon the land which the Lord your God is giving you.
6 “You shall not murder.
7 “You shall not commit adultery.
8 “You shall not steal.
9 “You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.
10 “You shall not covet your neighbor’s house; you shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, nor his male servant, nor his female servant, nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbor’s.”
For those who haven’t studied ancient Egypt, mysticism or alchemy… the Egyptians never called themselves the Egyptians they called themselves the Khemitians, meaning the black lands, and thus the Etymology of the word, “Alkhemy”. Alkhemy was derived as a fundamental science in the Khemitian society and is considered to be the father of modern Khemistry.

“Gyptian” was an eastern european name for the Gypsies who originated in India and possibly dating back to the Vedic era.

The language of the Ancient Khemitians was known as Souf. The Greeks regarded Egypt as the font of all knowledge, hence the word Philosophy, derived from Philo – Souf, meaning ‘son of (Philo) the Egyptian Culture’.

Pharaoh Thutmose III, who ruled Egypt from 1500 to 1447 B.C., organized the first esoteric school of initiates founded upon principles and methods similar to those perpetuated today by the Rosi crucian Order, AMORC. Decades later Pharaoh Amenhotep IV was initiated into the secret school. This most enlightened pharaoh—history’s first monotheist—was so inspired by the mystery teachings that he gave a completely new direction to Egypt’s religion and philosophy. He established a religion which recognized the Aton*, the solar disk, as being the symbol of the sole deity—the foundation of life itself, the symbol of Light, Truth, and Joy—and changed his name to Akhnaton to reflect these new ideas. And although the earlier religion was later reestablished, the mystical idea was put forth in human consciousness, and its flame never died.

*Aton, atom, atun

The atom (Aton) symbol formed by Thoth is another Egyptian god called Atum. Atum … spelled A T U M … was called the complete one. The finisher of the earth. Atum was the one who returned to the watery chaos at the end of the creative cycle. Remember this characteristic about Atum. He’s the one who returns to watery chaos at the end of the creative cycle.

The atom brings light to this world and is considered to be Lucifer in mysticism. Lucifer is the bringer of light or barrier of light who fell from heaven and created earth and this physical universe. (based on mysticism not Christian Theology).

RS, says Atoms are the One’s children who are living beings. Mysticism sees atoms as live beings who are thinking entities who manipulate our surroundings based on sensatory information, otherwise known as the matrix.

Pharaoh Akhnaton was considered to be the father of monotheism preaching of a Supreme God, the God of the Universe, the Great Architect, etc. He was considered to be the heretic king of the Khemitian society. Perhaps it is he who brought the little people

[blockquote]I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of [Khemit, the black lands], out of the house of bondage. You shall have no other gods before Me.[/blockquote]

[img]http://www.lost-civilizations.net/images/egypt/akhnatonbabies.jpg[/img]

For those who haven’t studied ancient Egypt, mysticism or alchemy… the Egyptians never called themselves the Egyptians they called themselves the Khemitians, meaning the black lands, and thus the Etymology of the word, “Alkhemy”. Alkhemy was derived as a fundamental science in the Khemitian society and is considered to be the father of modern Khemistry.

“Gyptian” was an eastern european name for the Gypsies who originated in India and possibly dating back to the Vedic era.

The language of the Ancient Khemitians was known as Souf. The Greeks regarded Egypt as the font of all knowledge, hence the word Philosophy, derived from Philo – Souf, meaning ‘son of (Philo) the Egyptian Culture’.

Pharaoh Thutmose III, who ruled Egypt from 1500 to 1447 B.C., organized the first esoteric school of initiates founded upon principles and methods similar to those perpetuated today by the Rosi crucian Order, AMORC. Decades later Pharaoh Amenhotep IV was initiated into the secret school. This most enlightened pharaoh—history’s first monotheist—was so inspired by the mystery teachings that he gave a completely new direction to Egypt’s religion and philosophy. He established a religion which recognized the Aton*, the solar disk, as being the symbol of the sole deity—the foundation of life itself, the symbol of Light, Truth, and Joy—and changed his name to Akhnaton to reflect these new ideas. And although the earlier religion was later reestablished, the mystical idea was put forth in human consciousness, and its flame never died.

*Aton, atom, atun

The atom (Aton) symbol formed by Thoth is another Egyptian god called Atum. Atum … spelled A T U M … was called the complete one. The finisher of the earth. Atum was the one who returned to the watery chaos at the end of the creative cycle. Remember this characteristic about Atum. He’s the one who returns to watery chaos at the end of the creative cycle.

The atom brings light to this world and is considered to be Lucifer in mysticism. Lucifer is the bringer of light or barrier of light who fell from heaven and created earth and this physical universe. (based on mysticism not Christian Theology).

RS, says Atoms are the One’s children who are living beings. Mysticism sees atoms as live beings who are thinking entities who manipulate our surroundings based on sensatory information, otherwise known as the matrix.

Pharaoh Akhnaton was considered to be the father of monotheism preaching of a Supreme God, the God of the Universe, the Great Architect, etc. He was considered to be the heretic king of the Khemitian society. Perhaps it is he who brought the little people

[blockquote]I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of [Khemit, the black lands], out of the house of bondage. You shall have no other gods before Me.[/blockquote]

[img]http://www.lost-civilizations.net/images/egypt/akhnatonbabies.jpg[/img]

 

Romany Vardo – Gypsy Wagon/Caravan

Lately, I have been obsessing (I even had a dream about it) about gypsy caravans, especially like the one in the picture above. Yes, the prairie covered wagons were probably derived from a gypsy caravan. Generally they are $12,000 but the thought of creating your own vehicle is enlightening. I had a dream about being in a covered wagon out in the Amish country in Pennsylvania, and if you know me, I don’t remember my dreams often. I woke up so pleased and happy from that dream. I think its’ a calling.

Gypsy Caravans seem perfect for my personality… just finding a builder in the USA may be tough (since Gypsy Caravans originally came from England).

A cute little room with a bed and a small kitchen is all really I need. I am also thinking about adding solar panels for electricity to modernize it. Love love love

Interior Design around a photography mural

Magic Tea

 

LOVE. I just love Polyvore! It is another similar collage website like pinterest, but polyvore is just that. A collage site. You can put together items from the internet to create a collage. Usually for putting together outfits and/or room decor planning. I found this image , “Magic Tea” by Faiiiry on deviantart on pinterest and put it on to my aesthetics board. I thought it’d be cool to design a room around it or something else. The above is what I came up with. The antique and pastels create a very romantic feeling, with a splash of country.

Captain, my captain

 

Dew Drop

 

Colorful Balloons