God of Buttons

Hello God!

Thank You for Your Many Faces. With winter weather endlessly to button and unbutton my skirt, my shirt, my jacket and my coat I have met the God of Buttons. His name is Augusto Esquivel.

“The seat of the soul is where the inner world and the outer world meet”, German philosopher Novalis said. Tonight I have found the seat of my soul. Let me share the place with you.The Universe.jpg

My inner world and the outer world meet in my grandmother’s old can from “Quality Street” chocolates where the God lives. It is fulfilled by buttons where every button is a planet or a star. The God is creating His Universe in His Perfect Order.Edem.jpg

This is the secret meeting place where limitless wisdom is open navigating my life. The buttons are magical keepers of the stories about my family, love and dreams. The buttons remember tenderness of touching mother’s hands and my first steps in the beige sweater with apple trees and blue river, knitted by my grandmother, of course, with sparkling buttons as the Sun and cotton clouds. The buttons build the road of destiny and every buttons are the atoms creating the Perfect Universe with personal Eden.

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There is the fountain of life where every drops are joy, prosperity and trust. I see the world in those roses. The word “button” means flower’s bud. And I know about Miracle girl’s heart is asking for sewing the magical button with the words: “Rose button, rose bud keeps my beauty for Him to love”.  Trust, girl, in the button. Trust, girl, in the fountain!

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Luna Park is the embodiment of happiness. The Candy Shop with mesmerising sounds of caramel in rainbow paper con the wizard-saker scales I am feeling in my hands – God of buttons keeps my hand.

And Carousel! Between the beginnings, the first steps, and infinite, breathing worlds, these things gather together here. My child’s innocent smile with “Mama, I chose this horse!”, sparkling lights of silver and golden lamps, ancient music but with so familiar and warm sounds are saved in the buttons.  Carousel.jpg

Augusto Esquivel explains: “I realize how insignificant and small a simple sewing button can be as it lays in my grandmother’s sewing box, but at the same time how unique and precious it can become as part of a work of art. Like an atom in a molecule, each button serves and shapes the whole. I hold the button to my ear and it whispers to me, “I want to be…..”

Thank You, God of Buttons, for the place where my soul is now. Thank you, my dear friend, for your smile and I am a molecule of water in your eyes.

Vogue Star Wars

Hello God!

Thank You for the genius of Jorge Lucas. My heart is beating in gratitude for Jorge Lucas creations when I see how my daughter watches “Star Wars” film by film. Together we look forward to the release Star Wars: The Force Awakens.

I have stumbled upon on the photos by Eisuke Ishiguro shooted for Vogue  in 1977. Ishimuro explained his approach to the shooting “Since “Star Wars” heavily relied on visual effect, we thought the photographs should be simple and direct,” he says. “I lit them to look two-dimensional and almost comic strip–like.”

So please enjoy the Big Blondes with long-haired furs on long-haired girls in fantastic company with C-3PO and Darth Vader.

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I remember C-3PO from my childhood. I love him!  “Don’t blame me. I’m an interpreter. I’m not supposed to know a power socket from a computer terminal”.

“Sir, the possibility of successfully navigating an asteroid field is approximately 3,720 to 1.”

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Artoo says that the chances of survival are 725 to 1. Actually Artoo has been known to make mistakes… from time to time… Oh dear…

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George Lucas did not simply create a fantasy empire. He established a philosophy, one that has shaped our culture for decades. I was grown with “Star Wars” and now I happily nurture my daughter by “Star Wars”.

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Let me share my favourite quotes from George Lucas.

“If you want to be successful in a particular field, perseverance is one of the key qualities.”

“You have to find something that you love enough to jump over hurdles and break through the brick walls.”

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“A Jedi must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind…. All his life has he looked away…to the future, to the horizon. Never his mind on where he was. Hmm? What he was doing. Hmph. Adventure. Heh. Excitement. Heh. A Jedi craves not these things. You are reckless.”

“Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Mourn them, do not. Miss them, do not. Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed, that is. Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.”

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“Always remember, your focus determines your reality,” I say to my daughter every morning before the school by George Lucas’s words. Good reminder for all of us.

Thank you for sharing this present moment with me. I am happy in your company. I wish you a very good and inspirational day.

May the Force be with you!

 

Good Bad Teacher

Hello God!

Thank You for my teacher of the piano. My dearest friend Linda has announced the Time Machine Challenge and I can not miss the flight. So let me activate the machine teleport section and invite you to my journey!

George Goodwin Kilburne - Piano Practice

The Port 1980. I am a young girl as you see on the painting by George Goodwin Kilburn “Piano Practice”. The piano is Miracle for me. I am touching its keys with trembling little fingers and sounds are wonderful. Oh, the piano sounds are my wings, I am flying.

Angry music conductor’s voice I am hearing in my ears  – “Do not touch the piano. It is forbidden in the kinder garden”. But my dream has just born. It is just in the right time. My dream is to play the piano all my life. With hopeful heart I am looking forward the time when I will study in the musical school.

The Port 1984. I am in the musical school. It was not difficult to attend. After elementary intonation and rhythm tests I am here. You see below the painting “The first piano lesson” by Jules-Alexis Mueller.

The First Piano Lesson 

This is my second piano lesson. I do not want to play the piano anymore. My dreams about happy sounds gone with my teacher’s loud words: “You are lazy and stupid”.  I feel this heavy space in the class after my diagnosis. There are no rooms for colourful notes and dancing treble clef. Black and white keys, black and white notes in a music sheets are in my tears.

My teacher of the piano is old. Actually he is 58 y.o. but when you are 6 y.o. – 58 y.o. is almost ancient age. Soviet Moscow Conservatory gifted me my teacher. (In the portal 1984 I simply do not know that he is my gift.) He is devoted Communist. Oh, I am really lucky that the Communist Party had approved almost all classic composers. I play Bach’s Well Tempered Clavier, Beethoven’s marches and Mozart’s sonatas.

The question is how I am learned to play the piano. The teaching methods are cruel, repressive and harmful. In the teacher’s opinion I am infected with the seeds of laziness and I have no horizons to archive. “You will never become a pianist. My aim is to toughen you for later life and to instrumentalize your senses in favor of Communism builder’s functions” my teacher said.

So, I am going to be Communism builder. Daily 3 practicing hours of scales and accords help me – my teacher is sure. I hate my teacher of the piano. I hate his “black pedagogy”.

“Aaaaaaa, I can not hold it! Stop-stop it immediately. You are mediocracy! Your playing is horror for me. Beethoven was the favourite Lenin’s composer. And you are asking me about pink and romantic Schumann. No, no and no!” – the mentor chooses the repertoire for me.

Leighton Edmund Blair The Piano Lesson

The Port 1989. The painter Leighton Edmund Blair in his “The Piano Lesson” expresses my teacher’s  shock. The last year before the college has just begun and I announced that I am going to the pianistic department. I am playing Serious Variations by Mendelssohn I have learned in summer by myself.

I must study in the musical college, the pianistic department, I decide.

“Ha-ha-ha, girl, what allows you to think you are suitable for this department? Do you know that even if you will start to practice at 5.30 every morning, you are not going to be accepted, because you are untalented. Just agree and accept this fact!” – I try to keep my tears inside my eyes. I am strong and hard as stone.

“Black pedagogy” is an approach that is directed toward breaking the will of a child, in order to make it an obedient subject, with the aid of open or concealed use of force, manipulation, and repression.” My teacher is the virtuoso in this field.

This year is tough. My mother has got married the second time. At 5.30 at mornings I have a possibility just to sit and see the keys of the piano not touching its, due to my stepfather, Afghanistan survivor with damaged brain, hates the sounds. By the way he is the second motivator to leave my family.

My teethes are clenched, my tears are drained. I feel and I respect my own will.

“Listen, pupil, if you will be accepted to the college I install your golden bust near the entrance to this school by my own hands” – my teacher “promises” me the award. “Oh, poor great composers, they are whirling up and down in their coffins endlessly when you play” – my teacher “supports” me.

The new story

The Port 1990. I am trembling near the door. I will play the entrance program when it opens. I am playing etude, prelude and fuga, sonata and piece. Everything goes very well. Good technique, smooth sound, relevant penalisation are demonstrated. I know it.

I am accepted to the pianistic department in the musical college!!! The new beautiful exiting life opens its door for me.

I have never seen my good bad teacher after the entrance exam. I have no strength to meet him again…

2015. We are here now. My conclusions about this time journey are optimistic. Communist Party means nothing in this story – in every society mediocre man has a defined social role. “Black Pedagogy” may be effective but risky. To repress the will of a child is possible when you see something bigger than your “repression” in this soul. My teacher saw it. He knew he was hated by my heart and bones. He paid this heavy price for my future.

Through years of flying on the wings of the sounds of the piano I understand that my excellent and brilliant teacher of the piano is the gift from the Sky. I am endlessly grateful for the cross of our destinies.

By the way no one from my own pupils has become a musician. My methods are too soft and my knowledge is based on humanitarian approach. So who is good? My teacher of the piano is.

The film “Whiplash” is about him. I recommend to watch it.

Thank you for this possibility to share my journey. We all must grow and mostly the way is hard and painful.

The next portal in Linda’s Time Machine is the story from Scottish Island Mum. We are here to keep our hands together and tightly. Please, take my hand.

 

Cool Koi

Hello God!

Thank You for the pond I am sitting around enjoying sparkling games of multicolored koi fishes. Sachi’s paintings show you the pictures I am having in my eyes right now in a very beautiful and fascinating manner.

Today’s story is from Japan. It is about cool koi who decided to swim upstream to attain enlightenment and was transformed into a flying dragon.

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A long time ago, the water of the blue river that flowed from the sky, and the golden river that flowed from the land were separated by the legendary Dragon’s Gate.

Amongst all the inhabitants of their water, the Koi family were the most beautiful of all, gleaming in the sunlight like brilliant stars. The black one was father Koi, the blue one was mother Koi, and their little son was a remarkable deep red colour.

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What the little Koi fish wanted more than anything was to reach the waters of the blue river. He began to swim upstream against the current. The other fish felt discouraged and thought it would be easier to swim with the current and didn’t trouble themselves to find out what was beyond the waterfall because the gods set traps to trick them.

But our brave cool Koi kept on swimming upstream. He was so tired but not for a moment did he feel like giving up.

When the Koi had summoned all his strength for one last jump, the God of the Waters called out to the waves and the fish’s jump raised him up to the summit, allowing him to cross to the other side of the Dragon’s Gate and reach the water of the blue river.

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So it was that, because he never give up, the Koi was able to jump over to the other side of the Dragon’s Gate where he disappeared into the fog and emerged as a beautiful dragon.

You see the story in this one minute animation.

Thank you for your beautiful company. We are happily sharing this very moment and floating freely in the river of life. As Cool Koi we have strength, courage and perseverance to go against the current and overcome difficulties.

Happy Monday!

Silent Gifts

Hello God!

Thank You for my liver. My happy liver smiles in return because of my attention. Could you touch your upper right quadrant of the abdomen, below the diaphragm? Your liver lives there. It is important for your life to have smiling liver.

As you know the liver has a wide range of functions, including detoxification of various metabolites, protein synthesis, and the production of biochemicals necessary for digestion. “There is currently no way to compensate for the absence of liver function” doctors say. But how often do you think about your liver when you eat, think, work? You probably have not paid much attention to it. I am happy, your liver is happy to change the thing. Whether you notice it or not, whether you thank it or not, your liver offers you support and life itself. The liver is a silent gift. Your whole body is a silent gift.

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I am happy to open for you “Science Is Beautiful”, a new book by Colin Salter. It is a compilation of images that show what the human body looks like under a microscope. With an artistic eye, the book showcases cells, microbes, and more.

Your green and happy liver you see now. This close-up shot of two liver cells shows all the organelles within the cells. The green things are the mitochondria, which produce energy for the cell.

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Serotonin crystal looks like on a wings of butterfly.

Serotonin is a neurotransmitter found mainly in the digestive system. It does a lot for the body: It regulates mood, sleep, and appetite, helps with clotting, and aids the learning process.

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Melatonin crystal is as a stars twinkling in the night sky.

Melatonin is a hormone made in the brain that helps you fall asleep. It’s often taken in pill form as well to give the body an extra push toward rest.

Maslow tells us “getting used to our blessings” is one of the most powerful “nonevil” evils. We are all blessed by our perfect bodies. It is time to consciously accept our silent gifts. Every time when I touch a gluten cake with sugar I think about smile of my liver. Thank you for being with me.

 

The Code 4U9525

Hello God!

Thank You for this possibility to play the Game. We live in the digital world and the Game called Life runs by numbers and codes. The wi-fi sport in my apartment are spreading the waves of Internet and the avatar of Glorialana is online. We are all online and we are all in the Game. Numbers are the filed of our game and every thought, emotion, even every blink of eyes have the code, unique and specific code.

Last week was tough. The crash of Germanwings plane in the French Alps with 150 people on board was activated by the code of the number of the flight  – 4U9525. This code is about the conscious or unconscious will to kill. The plane’s co-pilot, Andreas Lubitz, was the matrix of the concentrated pure code 4U9525.

And we are all responsible for building this matrix.

Almost Time

Activating of the code starts from the very beginning. Pregnancy is often portrayed as a time of great joy, but that’s not the reality for all women. At least one in ten pregnant women suffers from bouts of depression.

“Should I keep a baby if he does not love and support me? Am I good enough for a baby? I afraid what my parents say!” – billion of negative voices of pregnant women together with their doubtful partners make the code to circulate. The program of the will to kill 4U9525 is loading. We are building the matrix …

Addy

Let’s go farther. Parent is keeping hand of his child in one hand and a bottle of vodka in another. He is drunk, he is alcoholic. Do you ever feel ashamed, embarrassed or confused about your parent’s drinking? Could you remember what the main emotion you felt is? I remember – hate.

Child’s heart does not know any compromises. His hate is the most powerful trigger of the code of the will to kill 4U9525.

Butterfly Effect

“Hurry on!!! How long am I going to wait for you! You are as ugly as tortilla I want to kick by my foot!!!” screaming mother pushes her little son when he has stopped to feel a butterfly’s wings on his cheek. Instead he feels a tears on his cheek, he is an ugly tortilla, mother said.

“Mother is always right – I do not deserve her love, I am bad”, hopeless and helpless were born in a child’s brain. The code of the will to kill 4U9525 is activated.

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Every thought has the price. Every voice has the code.

We are responsible for building the matrix of the will to kill – 4U9525. Andreas Lubitz is our own creation and reflection. Sorry, but we have to face it and to understand that we are powerful to build a different matrixes with the codes of love, appreciation, tenderness, understanding whatever we choose.

Light as Air

We live in the Game where numbers are the field of everything. Please remember about the code 4U9525. 150 lives are the price of our memory.

Just breath and count 1-2-3 when some negative thought or emotion penetrates in your brain, and create a code of love! Together we shall build a matrixes you see here on the pictures by Sienna Morris drawing in numberism technique. We live by numbers and codes and draw with its our beautiful works of art in our Game called Life.

Thank You for your beautiful smiling eyes, we have just created a new code of joy.

Universe of Somewhere

Hello God!

Thank You for Hope about different world. We know nothing about this world but it exists – we hope. Terry Pratchett went to unknown Universe just a couple hours ago. He died “with his cat sleeping on his bed, surrounded by his family” – I am reading in TheGuardian with a deep sadness in my heart.

Why we are sad if we know and have hope about existence of the Universe of Somewhere?

Terry

I have stumbled upon on the fascinating divine synchronisation when I thought about Terry and his influence on my life I have found these paintings by Victor Nizovtsev.

Here I recognise Terry and the Universe of Somewhere he is in now.

Dream in Somewhere

I have heard of a place called Somewhere

But did not knew where it can be…

Divine white Swan delivered you in perfect time,

No doubts. You know it now.

Moon

The Moon had lived in your old portmanteau

Before you were delivered here.

You change the Sky with your stairway.

The Moon happily sparkles in Somewhere.

Sweet Cupcakes

Sweet cupcakes dusted with sugar of your dreams

Are shining in every reading eyes,

Our fantasy world you realised and for you

Somewhere is not a Surprise!

Stars in here

Harvest of Stars you joyfully collect

In a bag as big as your heart

With angelic help, you remember,

You always wrote about Somewhere.

Sweet onion

We are crying, of course, on the Earth,

We are chopping onion here.

Your books stay with us and we are happy –

We know something about Somewhere!

 

Good Bye, Terry Pratchett! Have a happy and adventurous trip in the Universe of Somewhere!