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  1. Хептаграм XI

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    „A frog lived in a well. It had lived there for a long time. It was born there and brought up there, and yet was a little, small frog.
    Of course the evolutionists were not there then to tell us whether the frog lost its eyes or not, but, for our story's sake, we must take it for granted that it had its eyes, and that it every day cleansed the water of all the worms and bacilli that lived in it with an energy that would do credit to our modern bacteriologists.
    In this way it went on and became a little sleek and fat.

    Well, one day another frog that lived in the sea came and fell into the well.
    "Where are you from?"
    "I am from the sea."
    "The sea! How big is that? Is it as big as my well?" and he took a leap from one side of the well to the other.
    "My friend," said the frog of the sea, "how do you compare the sea with your little well?”
    Then the frog took another leap and asked, "Is your sea so big?"
    "What nonsense you speak, to compare the sea with your well!"
    "Well, then," said the frog of the well, "nothing can be bigger than my well; there can be nothing bigger than this; this fellow is a liar, so turn him out."

    That has been the difficulty all the while.

    I am a Hindu.
    I am sitting in my own little well and thinking that the whole world is my little well.
    The Christian sits in his little well and thinks the whole world is his well.
    The Mohammedan sits in his little well and thinks that is the whole world.“

    - Vivekananda: The Yogas and Other Works, 1953
     
  2. violetmoon

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    "Ova žena je ćudljiva, večiti april, vesela je pa tmurna, pričljiva pa malorjeka, svakog jutra ustaje i na levu i na desnu nogu pa je ne određuje dan već trenutak, slučajno je ovde, kivna kad se seti da je mogla biti na drugom mestu, razdragana kad pomisli da će biti. Obična je samo kad zaboravi..."

    Magla i mjesečina -Mesa Selimovic
     
    На Хептаграм XI и Prashina им се допаѓа ова.
  3. Хептаграм XI

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  4. Хептаграм XI

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    Не сум знаел. Ете зошто бил познат Ден Браун :)

    "Then he discovered the writings of Aleister Crowley—a visionary mystic from the early 1900s— whom the church had deemed “the most evil man who ever lived.” Great minds are always feared by lesser minds. Andros learned about the power of ritual and incantation.

    He learned that sacred words, if properly spoken, functioned like keys that opened gateways to other worlds. There is a shadow universe beyond this one . . . a world from which I can draw power. And although Andros longed to harness that power, he knew there were rules and tasks to be completed beforehand.

    Become something holy, Crowley wrote. Make yourself sacred.

    The ancient rite of “sacred making” had once been the law of the land. From the early Hebrews who made burnt offerings at the Temple, to the Mayans who beheaded humans atop the pyramids of Chichén Itzá, to Jesus Christ, who offered his body on the cross, the ancients understood God’s requirement for sacrifice. Sacrifice was the original ritual by which humans drew favor from the gods and made themselves holy.
    Sacra—sacred. Face— make.

    Even though the rite of sacrifice had been abandoned eons ago, its power remained.

    There had been a handful of modern mystics, including Aleister Crowley, who practiced the Art, perfecting it over time, and transforming themselves gradually into something more."
    - The Lost Symbol, Den Brown

    https://lostsymbol.bib.bz/chapter-77
     
  5. Хептаграм XI

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    Тибетска книга на животот и смртта - Чичко Ринпоче

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  6. Хептаграм XI

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    "ДЕФИНИЦИЈА.
    Магиката е Наука и Уметност за предизвикување Промени во согласност со Волјата.
    ПОСТУЛАТ.
    СЕКОЈА сакана Промена може да биде постигната со примена на соодветен вид и степен на Сила на соодветен начин преку соодветна средина на соодветен предмет."
    - Што е Магика (дефиниции, постулати и теореми)

     
  7. Iris*

    Iris* Староседелец

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    "Udisao sam svježu majsku noć, mladu i iskričavu, volim prolјeće, mislio sam, volim
    prolјeće, neumoreno i neotežalo, budi nas vedrim lakomislenim zovom da počnemo iznova,
    varka i nada svake godine, novi pupovi niču iz starih stabala, volim prolјeće, vičem u sebi
    uporno, prisilјavam se da povjerujem, krio sam ga od sebe ranijih godina, a sad ga zovem,
    nudim se da me obuzme, dodirnem cvijet jabuke kraj puta, i glatku novu grančicu, sokovi
    žubore njenim bezbrojnim žilicama, tok im osjećam, neka mi kroz jagodice pređu u tijelo,
    jabukov cvat da nikne na mojim prstima, i prozirno zeleno lišće na mojim dlanovima, da
    budem blagi miris voćkin, i njena tiha nebriga, nosiću ocvjetale ruke pred zadivlјenim
    očima, pružaću ih kiši hranitelјki, u zemlјu ukopan, nebom hranjen, prolјećima obnavlјan,
    jesenima smirivan, dobro bi bilo početi sve iz početka."
    "Dervis i smrt"- Mesa
     
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  8. Iris*

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    Šta si mi ono rekao?
    Pamtim svako slovo, ćuteći, nejako. Upisujem u karo-papir s leve strane , ispod rebara. Tamo se čuvaju glasovi od kojih nastaju reči za pamćenje.
    Pitaću opet: "Šta si mi ono rekao?"
    da glasovi ne utihnu, da slova ne počnu da blede i uzbuđenje ne uplete sumnju u svoje tanke pletenice.
    Ne umem da sam nejedina, bojim se koraka u prazno
    jer nikad nisam prestala da budem balavica, nesigurna u sopstveni ženski princip, zanemarene, plašljive seksualnosti, neprihvaćenog fatalizma po bilo koga...
    Šta si mi ono rekao?
    Pitaću...
    Iako pamtim
    svako slovo,
    svaki glas...
    "Ziveli, prijatelji!"- Jelena Milenkovič
     
    На Prashina му/ѝ се допаѓа ова.

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