In Angola they feel prisoners political accused of any crime. They say that it is a democratic regime that it is in the middle of the joy of their functions. The democratic potencies close the eyes and they point that it is like this that it is good, that it is like this that it is made the stability in Africa. Here is the income of the terrorism of which Europe is not gotten to loosen. Who supports the corruption and their dictatorships, in the bottom it is also terrorist without the knowledge.

terça-feira, 31 de março de 2009

Here, HELL!


Even without thunderstorm, listen him a lot of thunders. Those that leave the escapes free from the motorcycles. Those same ones, the one of the White civilization. When the smoke comes out white is good. When darkness, is bad. It is contrary to the White god's purposes.

A god with colours: Black, white, red, yellow… a god for each colour, for each people, for each race. Ah… the humans, only they could invent a thing like this. Ah… so tired of these things I am, that no longer I know what am. The relativity of the time generated me and it parked me in the harvest of the published, grandiose ecological disaster. No matter how much it tries, unadapt me to the terrestrial railway sleeper.

When will I return to the nebula comet? There are endless years wait that you come to rescue me. I disable myself in this planet of this Luanda. In the another I lived so happily… with my parents in the family fraternity. I don't know, I come undone because I am unable to understand. I want to return, take me!

In the world of the inhuman ones I will only die, abandoned, nobody will tie me. For something… it is not necessary. They only think about the money. If that is lives, that my God, my Green angel hears me him not to abandon me him to transport me.

I AM TO ALERT FOR THE DIRECTION THAT THEY WANT TO TAKE US. He is not the boy, they are not the rains, volcanoes, hurricanes, typhoons, seaquakes, earthquakes - this always happened and it will happen - they are the damned ones political that in the mismanage, that they want his alone world. LET US RENOUNCE MORE TO LIVE WITH BUILDERS OF WALLS.

The emeraldine of the leaves of the plants disappears. It suffers, because the forces of fast intervention hate the green. Everything that is gray, red of the colour of the hell in life it is negotiable. They arrived, they are among us, and nobody seems if he notices. We are commanded, enslaved, for beings of this world, terrible, merciless… it seems science fiction, but it is not. The human race of the opposition of Luanda, of Unita, it will be exterminated.

Wake up people, before it is late. The ones that govern us, the most powerful, the owners of our world, of our lives, of our destiny, covered with earth in the earth of Angola, they didn't come from another planet. They will put an end to our lives.

YOU OF THE WORLD SECRETE ESTALINISTA WANT TO PUT DOWN HERE FOREVER.

Pic: Angola em fotos

segunda-feira, 30 de março de 2009

TRUTH



Bank Millennium Angola, a bank Jack Sparrow.

When a government misfortune the population, is in a Jurassic impasse. However we continued with the parties, the noisiest possible. Because just this that they taught us was. Nothing else knows… what to do. Except the great hunger that approaches inevitable (?). But, in Luanda, no there is nobody what speaks of economy (?). Economists' infested Luanda. They are so many, so many that nobody can tell them. Of a thing we know: they passed, they confuse the mice.

Bank Millennium Angola, a bank of the Beyond.

"José Sócrates is, as boss of the Portuguese Executive, the person that has power in more Portuguese strategic companies. Reap-if-him José Eduardo dos Santos. No private Portuguese has power in as many administration pieces of advice as those two statesmen."
In
http://www.jornaldenegocios.pt/index.php?template=SHOWNEWS&id=346106

We were born in the obedience and in the subservience of God. Dements in the constant threat that we would be punished. In the superstition that He watched us. It is like this in the floods.

And the bosses didn't pay us for the work that we did, applauded, laugh, of our divine superstition. The religion is always leaned in the dictatorships, because in them they are protected, they avenge in the lack of instruction of the people. It is the more illiteracy better, more factories. Then later, we discovered the truth that is the falsehood of the Church.

And other religion subsists marginal, satanic, the one of the soccer. That the crowds that follow her, so stupidities, that if inhumane them and in mutants they changed. They crawl in the clergyman, as destructive bankers of our future.

And we continued, and we wanted to study in a university, but we saw that these things are also for false rich. Because all the ones that the they are necessarily had to steal. It is easily is proven, a Technician of Bills is enough just tried to analyze some documents of the accounting of a company. For instance: Belmiro de Azevedo, Américo Amorim and Fernando Ulrich that remain silent. Stop speaking for illiterates. They stole and they steal the Portuguese people. Because in a wild world of thieves - where everything is false - to survive it is imperious to steal. They will be properly judged and condemned by the popular forces, since the tribunals don't work. Who is honest continues in the faith of the prison of God, with the death right, guaranteed.

Already abandon us voting for in political parties, because we know beforehand that it is a pure waste of time. Many years passed and we just saw - just as in the documents accountants - presidents and prime ministers… democratic they steal her or they support her who does him. We attended the total discredit.

Just as imagines, we saw the fortress of the international terrorism rise as Poseidon of the bottoms of the seas and to expire - yes, the terrorism will prevail -. Because the governments just offer us thieves, corrupt and destruction general, total. They are totalitarian democracies. Democratic crimes voted for in the elections that cross any endless history. Democracies appoints, sympathetic, tolerant with whom he does us terrible badly… the banks and bankers.

They were exceeded when they got to dirty, the love to vulgarize. They eclipsed him in the industrial dejects. They undressed him completely and they joined him the woman and they filmed us, they photographed us close to artificial idyllic landscapes, because the natural ones left in the bank sub primes. As well as the healthy children, that before they be born… they are already sick. Unhealthy bank civilization.

And continuum’s to make an effort in the study and in the work. Surrender us exemplary technicians, but never humans. But anything if it altered, the bosses didn't pay us, they stole us. Then we ended: for the life to continue is necessary a permanent revolution, arm or not. Because the world governments, presents, exterminate us. And we should riot yes! Before they finish us. Fear for something!? Of something!? Because died or alive, are we condemned.

Then, with so many presidents and prime ministers corrupt, crooked, wicked, thieves, lying. We decided, or better: we discovered the TRUTH. Everything is falsehood. Exams of believing… we didn't believe in them. So that we can live in peace will owe: at once we should extinguish the religion and the politicians. As they won't calmly go, for very violent days are waited. The hungry persons don't need banks, bankers and governments for us to survive. On the contrary. The war is declared. Let us struggle for the end of this society, of this civilization. Already all saw, we felt that the actual of the things kills us!

So much and so much cruelty that they did us and obstinately they do. They stole us the work, the lands, invaded us the homes, they surround us of poisonous gauzes for in the chirp us.

When we looked at any side, we only see occupation forces, foreigners or not. They did us, they increased in the more terrorists. The western democracies and USA, are experts in the formation, defeatists' production, terrorist. Everything that we have, wins honestly with many sacrifices, everything does, they invent for us to steal us. Are they to see?! Are we countless millions of terrorists, and did we seem not to exist. We will arrest them, to judge them and to condemn them again to the secular arm.

"Of future we will have a society with degraded political institutions, with an obsolete politics and a class of irresponsible managers. It is the collapse of the regime, it is something new that we didn't know and that will worry hereafter... there is No justice or it goes being done after the validity, but without punishment, in times after the death... "
In Bcp Crime

And everything that is truth, about the sun in the breaches of the concrete in the cities, and the more beautiful woman of all of the things: the green of the plants, the marine waves, agitating of wings of the birds, the calm of the rivers, brooks, streams and lakes. Forests and forests that courageously survive the just a species. The bankers and their damned banks.
This sociological building that they raised in the falsehood and in the cruelty, in the same way it will be destroyed.

My gentlemen… we are going to them!

Pic: http://www.elmundo.es/albumes/2009/02/06/max_ernst_semaine/index.html

sábado, 28 de março de 2009

The empire of the sorcery


Angola is alone for foreigners.

Tuia ko Mussulo Kossota o wanga ko Kaxito. We are going to Mussulo to look for the strong sorcery the sorcery of Kaxito.
In Ângela Ferrão

At this time the suffering of the population of the concentration camp of Luanda, is merciless. The rain falls heartless and abundant. He takes advantage the false engineers' false works, servants that still sip the true dollars that remain of the real treasure very well.

The waters invade the false city of the generals, and Gilgamesh is done present in a Luanda without direction, without sense, without prow. This is one more Luanda of the death. It is silent, human as the rage of the dogs and furious humans.

With conniving governments with any banker, idiot, saddlebag, any entrepreneur enriches from one day to the next. And those entrepreneurs cat-dripped have fun that will be published as of the richest of the world. It is evidenced that who enriches like this, the poor crowd impoverishes. Finally, any stupid is ruling, entrepreneur or banker.

The rulers of the nation’s world presents are not it. They are criminal highly dangerous.


Almost fifty years…

They are almost published fifty years ago, so many and so many spoken project’s. The short, the medium and long term. Always with surplus value… never any he took place, he will take place.

The victory of the hunger announced by the political commissaries of the economy of the crisis. At this time, the world is a horrible place to live. When the people are stupid, the rulers are smart.
And no longer have countries, nations existed. Only aberrations.
It is interesting to notice that on this time of total destruction, only the injustice works.

The politics actual is the art of as just with words, they are destroyed, they sink in the boat of the poverty of the hunger, nations, worlds.
And after the chaos economic, the Age of the Darkness.
What happens at present with the chaos economic world, it is the evident proof that the politicians and the politics don't have any value. Maybe those in the recycled garbage have some use, who knows.

What happens at present in the world economy, it is like other Vietnam.
The actual world crisis is as a soccer game, among depositing and bankers. At this time the bankers win for ten to zero.
When the militants militate in the economy, the country is of bikini briefs.
Without incomes, the slave cannot pay imposed.

Again the process of the revolutionary crisis, in that suddenly so many political commissaries appear, now contemplated medical democrats, for us to cure the crisis

Everything is turned. Now, good government is to empty the public safes. It is to alter constitutions for, already corpses, skeletons; they continue the seating bones in the armchairs of the power. Everything is shuffled. Already nobody knows what democracy is. The computer Matrix is there… it governs us.

quinta-feira, 26 de março de 2009

Is there some legal war?


The human being's facet more subtle is the unhealthy betrayal, pathology of the reason. Flooded of scorers, her mind doesn't have flavour, nor colour.
I got ready for the fragility of the sleep of the night. Does God exist or does it subsist?
The shock of the humanism with the human jungle is as an infested sea of sharks.
Is there some legal war? Are the wars legal? Is to invade a country legal? No… it is the lethal lethargy.

We are properly prepared for we are neo-colonized. Servants serve medieval again.
Not having ideals humanists the nation’s dismays.
The Bible, the French Revolution and Marx promote in the History. Billions of deads testify us.
When the general budget of an absolute kingdom is approved, it is voted for the continuation of the poverty in the generality.
We are a factory of ambulatory garbage. Where arrived, we were, put down us, left everything sanded. Our minds manufacture dirt’s.

The population with dedication falsifies documents. It accomplishes the duty, the address of the executive power, forger to can.
The false power is narcotic, it numbs, and it falls asleep.
When the prices of the petroleum arise, the banks increase. When the prices lower too much, the banks decrease
There are people that ascend to the slavery. There are people that will always dominate.

I prefer a thousand times to live humiliate in the settlers' homeland of what to die to the hunger in my kingdom.
When a damned one dies get happy the hearts, because the cruelty decreased. It is short sun, another is born, and great cries and sadness are reborn.
The death proves that no there is nobody indispensable.
When a kingdom doesn't have highways, she travels on tiptoe.

The vulgar of us, about who doesn't know to do anything else, especially the lazy ones, it invents, it celebrates the dolce far niente.
Zebra, where do you go? Without feet, without legs, without skulls!
The infantile and juvenile behaviour is the adults' mirror THE behaviour zebra mirrors the other animals.
To survive, the easiest is to resell.
With words democratic spirit the next ruler is chosen, but what works with bravery is not chosen.

With so much prostitution and drug, it is not possible to move forward, to get better.
No longer there are instants, everything is distant.
The arrogance, inhumanity, disrespect for the human life, and the militarism of the USA, they strengthen the communism, Islamism and the terrorism.
A government is entitled of defending of the internal and external attacks.
Will valid elections be with generals in the power?

quarta-feira, 25 de março de 2009

Global hunger


«The century XX delegated us great social simplifications. On a side, proposed of a widespread nationalization, with the central planning as beginning regulator, and a redeeming class, the proletariat; on another side, the exacerbated privatization, the invisible hand as regulation instrument, and other redeeming class, the bourgeoisie.

On behalf of these simplifications they were done, and they are still promoted, atrocities simply unacceptable for a civilized world. The fact of her to let to die of hunger and of other ridiculous causes 11 million children a year, when we have the resources technical, financial and organizational to solve the problem, it is a shock for the most elementary human decency. »

In Information for the citizenship and the maintainable development

Ladislau Dowbor

If I am hungry, and don't I have anything to eat, what badly did do? Because they don't give me food? Alive among people, or with irrational beings? I hope Zeus puts an end shortly to this. Some - the minority - they deserve to live. Most is for English to see. But, who does to live deserve?

Put our pictures there in your murals of the hunger, for they remember us. Of more victims than they tried to cross the walls inhumane of the shameful hunger, and they didn't get. Now they imposed us the modern fields of the concentration of the global hunger.

The day appears, it clears up, one plus, other time without hope. One more day of hunger. What will eat today? I don't know! We don't know, nobody knows, nobody wants to know. It is like this our life. It is this the legacy of the White man's civilization. Hunger! Always hunger! The civilization of the hunger. We are not part of the History, they lost us in her.

terça-feira, 24 de março de 2009

The wolves



When the hunger presses, the wolves get off the mountain. The humans say that they are animal very dangerous that should be depressed. Efforts are mobilized, the wild animals are famished, they defend to survive, the humans also. These humans destroyed the place where the wolves lived, and they ate. What difference does have between the wolves and the humans? Only one: the wolves lived peacefully before the humans to arrive. Will there be more dangerous wild animal than the human being? No, no there is!



Which is the species that deserves to be extinguished? "The biped ones! “ Which?


Those that take oath when the ring is put them in the finger that:


And after the marriage, of the love promises for a lifetime to her lover, they will exercise their weapons in the poor and defenceless animals to prove his virility.



For us to offer the hunt trophies, of the inglorious unhappiness. On that day pomp’s and villages are thrown. One nobler horseman was built. The Horsemen of the Temple rejoice. One more statue will be erected. The best, which more killed, which more hunger and suffering provoked… it receives as prize a statue.



During a thousand years, their followers will proclaim that he invented the love. Blood will be spilled, a thousand times unrestricted. All will lift their swords to the air and before oath they will say: this vein of the skies, and forever it will be blessed.

quarta-feira, 18 de março de 2009

The animals think that the man is irrational


The ship pursued the destiny Atlantic Ocean, the sea that taught the men to navigate. Then they improved the ships and they reshipment, they were discovered with other people. He seemed unbelievable, but other people relating to springs that stepped existed surrounded incommensurable wealth.

With coveted eyes and dizzy heads were bent the exploiters before so many unexplored mountains of gold. Eldorados, islands charmed, mysterious cities of the gold, emeralds, diamonds, silver, petroleum, uranium. And they killed themselves, they were finished off and they killed. Human wealth, people… civilizations stroke with a swords, shootings, just because their gods were trees, rivers and earth. They were them superiors because they loved the Nature. Now the neo-exploiters are skinned and they skin. Skilful superficial stupid.

I revived, and I learned again to love, to develop the love of my God implanted in the illuminated tree of emeralds, irreplaceable green wealth.
I praised my inclinations Anfitrite, Ocean and Mentor for the pleasure of the improvised sushi. And come back us to our sounds, as if the sea understood, it participated mute and quiet.
- Mentor, my friend… I am not going in the footballs of the white balls, nor in the mellifluous politicians' politics.
- The author of FFF* is respected… the human being needs the proof of constant fire. As the great hypnotists of crowds, that they lead us to the final solution.
- The dogs are free, us no.
- Don't I understand?!
- They can bark, we lost that right.
- For that kennels exist.
- What is discrimination.
- Yes. There is no difference between the men and the dogs.
- There is one. They eat the same food.
- Then the criminals should be in the kennels, and the dogs in the men's prison.
- It is time of ending with that injustice.
- The man is not an animal.
- For right, the animals think that the man is irrational.

*FFF: Fado, popular Portuguese song. Futebol, football. Fátima, Pilgrimage place in Portugal.

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segunda-feira, 16 de março de 2009

Penelope navigates in the immortal silence of the love


- I am fed up with this life shit and of the humans, I only want to return for
My immortal Penelope.

He saw her that Ulysses felt as stagnated boat. He wanted to navigate but it didn't get, because the rocks in earth are not compared to the of the sea. These are previsible, and the ones that are in earth have many unexpected tentacles. Good wind came Ulisses.
- To a lot of age he brings a lot of fatigue of many adventures. He arrived the hour of the rest. When Ithaca returns, I hope Penelope is not displeased when telling me I am not entitled to the old age pension, after so much to work, after so much to struggle, to fight and to fill the pockets of the other ones. That will be a great injustice. An entire work life… the old to arrive and not to have right the anything. Do they move the times? No! Who changes them, it is to increase the hunger that before existed, but now there are no seas that if they compare him. Always against the tide… of manners that I didn't see anything again, of bass, and to the surface of the oceans. A thing saw in earth, a thing that I never thought to see: the cruelty and the hunger increased so much, that nor Zeus can quantify him. Like this, what Zeus does forgive me and Apollo also… but with so much hunger, as it is that will have faith and to love my God?

It was noticed that Ulysses swells the sails, awaiting winds of good feature to do to the sail, in the constant escape of the sea for earth, of the earth for the sea. There is Sargassum Sea, in earth there are many businessmen. Ulysses knows that the man's destiny is the inhumanity.
- The civilizations are seaquakes. They emerge and they submerge… they appear and they disappear. It is this human being's tragic destiny. When he is born is inoffensive. Later, surrounded by the forces of the evil, I was instructed to destroy. They don't lack malefactors, teachers of the diabolical sciences. Never entrust the feelings to anybody, because in the times that run will be mocked. The human being only understands, he only answers with the language of the violence. He proclaims the damned extermination of the species, but nor all will perish. The wise person humanist will survive, later he will build a world new, free damned. Let to detest them, to reign on this time, because in the next flood they will never reign.

When it appears in the horizon a white dove full of bright light, it is the sign for the armies of the darkness move forward. They will come with crosses of blood in their fabrics, and their swords will be invisible. A great terror will fall about the nations that they will be undone, and a great red lake, of the colour of the blood, will cover the surface of the Earth. The children will run to their mothers' encounter, and they won't find them. The birds will be dye of red, nobody will escape from the divine fire.

He pleased me to call him apocalyptic prophet Ulysses, but I controlled. He feared that the fury of Achilles invaded him. Ulysses gives two violent punches in the table. It is heard the return of the shots, and the barking dogs. He laughs her, and speech for the waves of the moonlight, that flood the night of spread sails:
- Host, the beer flutters. Still in the lack a lot for us to arrive besides the profundities of the earth.
Mentor applauded. He revived more beer than it was moved happily in the look of the navigators. Ulysses refreshed:
- And nothing will remain of humanism, but the purification of the elect ones will survive. Those, the elect ones, will be forever the Blessed ones, and they will reign for ever and ever. The life is short, the love is long. He doesn't exist, it will never exist any powerful sword that it puts an end to him.

The one that believe will know the secrets of the Universe, and in this place the gold coins don't have value.

Foto: http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ficheiro:JohnWilliamWaterhouse-PenelopeandtheSuitors(1912).jpg

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sexta-feira, 13 de março de 2009

She begs in the nude street


She begs in the nude street without mirror to aim at me
Maybe tell me struggle again
And to kill

I lost the will, no longer I know how to love
Because my petroleum and diamonds
They were, they don't already here remain
They are a lot besides the sea

See what did me, and they didn't keep
The sounds that now feel, of the nude feet and extended hands
My name is for sale that lost feeling

As a small window, that not even that already have
And my name was the future… after of the year 2000
My future, my clock stopped, no longer it is used
In the programs turned without computer

Nor I began, I stopped, waiting the hour, delay to speak
I lost the escalade of the veil that leads me to the sky

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terça-feira, 10 de março de 2009

Corpses


The truck loses control. In the main rail two containers they are unbalance, they walk border out, and they rest at dock dries, where three vehicles receive death penalty without appeal to tribunal by arbitration. The populace with the very awake hunger thanks God for the draft of the day.
The money of the petroleum is the Terror of the French Revolution. A lot of money, many democrats, and many adventurers to give a help. A very rich nation with many poor, with few very rich.

The propaganda unconvinced walks her for the neighbourhoods in the ineffective retentive memory of to clear to the confused beaters electrics for they tie not threads, because they cause many fires and human carbonizations. Many cables electrics, guaranteed fires. At night, in the clumsy alcoholic torpor, it happens who supplies generator with candle of lit wax, and it is with the candle in the hand. The democracy is as an installation electric, she should have good circuit breakers.

A recurrent criminal of the cellular phones didn't get tired of the prison. The conniving mother favoured it, she paid to see him out of the grating. Mom got tired and he didn't loosen it. An uncle freed it. He arrived home much depreciated, and he asked the mother: "because you didn't remove me of the prison?” and he gave him a mercy shot.

Until the corpses they popularized… in this kingdom they are transported as vulgar merchandise.

Pic: Angola em fotos

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sexta-feira, 6 de março de 2009

TO LIVE

Without formation, the slave frees continues in the servitude. Because without readings, without books, it is country without future.

To live, it is to listen it that you feudal it orders us, it ordered us. Because anything seedling, nothing changed. So many billions of dollars and the plague of the hunger expire, it convinces. So much time of the times lost at the parties of the football, and the new crowds are million fallen asleep, lost in the treachery of the African circus. And in the end they are chosen, medal him presidential heroes. To build stadiums is important, libraries and universities no, because it is very expensive, it is a waste of money, and he gives a lot of effort to form a picture. It is long many years, while a football player is formed in the street with a ball of rags. Later the formed pictures denounce our outrages. To the devil with them! To invoke the sorcery, here is our future wise person.

To live, it is after the liberation fight, freed them, no more they make manifestations, strikes, and they emit unfavourable opinions to the rulers. Because who goes against it will stop to the prison. The indulgence and support of the potentates are evidenced. The petroleum strengthens them the democracy, others have democratic elections of only one party. And where a lot of money is wasted, they always appear many democratic for us to help.

To live, it is to vote for and to await dully in the eternity that the things change. Of fact they always change, but they never get better. They are as the marine tides, they arise and they go down, they fill and they spill. The good democrats know him that is millenarian as the religion. And any difference doesn't exist between a political party and a Church suffering. Because all profess the same ideology: To can give money. The importance, the personal value of each one depends on the oil wells that possess. It is the more ostentation, luxury and unnecessary expenses more respected and feared will be among the crowds.

To live, it is to see all of the journalists in the prison… preferentially died, for the face generals I last eternally in the power. And all, especially all of them with any balanced thing in the head to sell, to deceive the destiny, and later to flee where, of the premature electoral fraud. To import alcohol is futurism, books never, never!

No, this is not to live! In the present battles nothing changed, it worsened, because the hunger, the poverty, the slavery, they multiplied. Technically the international experts that they receive rewards call, they affirm: “that is a boom of the economic development."
Will we never again have other Marx, other Che, and other Cohn-Bendit? Just some environmentalist? The revolutions ended, because the present’s minds are washed, genetically modified.

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quarta-feira, 4 de março de 2009

Author and Philosopher, VOLTAIRE 1694 – 1778



“Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities.”

Francois Marie Arouet (pen name Voltaire) was born on November 21, 1694 in Paris. Voltaire’s intelligence, wit and style made him one of France’s greatest writers and philosophers.

Young Francois Marie received his education at “Louis-le-Grand,” a Jesuit college in Paris where he said he learned nothing but “Latin and the Stupidities.” He left school at 17 and soon made friends among the Parisian aristocrats. His humorous verses made him a favorite in society circles. In 1717, his sharp wit got him into trouble with the authorities. He was imprisoned in the Bastille for eleven months for writing a scathing satire of the French government. During his time in prison Francois Marie wrote “Oedipe” which was to become his first theatrical success, and also adopted his pen name “Voltaire.”

In 1726, Voltaire insulted the powerful young nobleman, “Chevalier De Rohan,” and was given two options: imprisonment or exile. He chose exile and from 1726 to 1729 lived in England. While in England Voltaire was attracted to the philosophy of John Locke and ideas of mathematician and scientist, Sir Isaac Newton. He studied England's Constitutional Monarchy and its religious tolerance. Voltaire was particularly interested in the philosophical rationalism of the time, and in the study of the natural sciences. After returning to Paris he wrote a book praising English customs and institutions. It was interpreted as criticism of the French government, and in 1734 Voltaire was forced to leave Paris again.

At the invitation of a highly-intelligent woman friend, “Marquise du Chatelet,” Voltaire moved into her “Chateau de Cirey” near Luneville in eastern France. They studied the natural sciences together for several years. In 1746, Voltaire was voted into the “Academie Francaise.” In 1749, after the death of “Marquise du Chatelet” and at the invitation of the King of Prussia, “Frederick the Great,” he moved to Potsdam (near Berlin in Germany). In 1753, Voltaire left Potsdam to return to France.

In 1759, Voltaire purchased an estate called “Ferney” near the French-Swiss border where he lived until just before of his death. Ferney soon became the intellectual capital of Europe. Voltaire worked continuously throughout the years, producing a constant flow of books, plays and other publications. He wrote hundreds of letters to his circle of friends. He was always a voice of reason. Voltaire was often an outspoken critic of religious intolerance and persecution.

Voltaire returned to a hero’s welcome in Paris at age 83. The excitement of the trip was too much for him and he died in Paris. Because of his criticism of the church Voltaire was denied burial in church ground. He was finally buried at an abbey in Champagne. In 1791, his remains were moved to a resting place at the Pantheon in Paris.

In 1814, a group of “ultras” (a right-wing religious group) stole Voltaire’s remains and dumped them in a garbage heap. No one was the wiser for some 50 years. His enormous sarcophagus (opposite Rousseau’s) was checked and the remains were gone. (see Orieux, Voltaire, vol. 2 pp. 382-4.) His heart, however, had been removed from his body, and now lies in the Bibliotheque Nationale in Paris. His brain was also removed, but after a series of passings-on over 100 years, disappeared after an auction.

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terça-feira, 3 de março de 2009

Victor Hugo. A SUNSET (From "Feuilles d'Automne")



by: Victor Hugo (1802-1885)
LOVE the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.

Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.

The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.

Then mark you how there hangs athwart the firmament's swept track,
Yonder a mighty crocodile with vast irradiant back,
A triple row of pointed teeth?
Under its burnished belly slips a ray of eventide,
The flickerings of a hundred glowing clouds in tenebrous side
With scales of golden mail ensheathe.

Then mounts a palace, then the air vibrates--the vision flees.
Confounded to its base, the fearful cloudy edifice
Ruins immense in mounded wrack;
Afar the fragments strew the sky, and each envermeiled cone
Hangeth, peak downward, overhead, like mountains overthrown
When the earthquake heaves its hugy back.

These vapors, with their leaden, golden, iron, bronzèd glows,
Where the hurricane, the waterspout, thunder, and hell repose,
Muttering hoarse dreams of destined harms,--
'Tis God who hangs their multitude amid the skiey deep,
As a warrior that suspendeth from the roof-tree of his keep
His dreadful and resounding arms!

All vanishes! The Sun, from topmost heaven precipitated,
Like a globe of iron which is tossed back fiery red
Into the furnace stirred to fume,
Shocking the cloudy surges, plashed from its impetuous ire,
Even to the zenith spattereth in a flecking scud of fire
The vaporous and inflamèd spaume.

O contemplate the heavens! Whenas the vein-drawn day dies pale,
In every season, every place, gaze through their every veil?
With love that has not speech for need!
Beneath their solemn beauty is a mystery infinite:
If winter hue them like a pall, or if the summer night
Fantasy them starre brede.

This English translation of "A Sunset" was composed by Francis Thompson (1859-1907).

http://www.poetry-archive.com/h/a_sunset.html

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sexta-feira, 27 de fevereiro de 2009

Luanda, Petrol News



They "want to give prestige to with pompous parties, the foods, drunk and dances acquire such relief, that no there is party to overcome them. I saw, on these occasions, to sacrifice up to fifteen oxen! The parties can be prolonged for one month if the boss is important.
Eating and drinking, talking and dancing, several days pass. They are the great parties of the society bantu. And, as the mortality it is big and the extensive kinsfolk, we found the bantu in frequent parties."
In Traditional Culture Bantu. Foot. Raul Ruiz of Asúa Altuna. Editions Paulinas


And Angola sank definitively in a rude curtain of iron… again. And that these things seem easy but, they are not. It is that at any moment a spectacular rebellion can appear.
Return us at the time of Paulo Dias of Novais
What will happen to these countries?
Scratched out of the map

The accounting and the economy are the sciences of the thieves, of the human monstrosities, of the swindlers.
The king reigns but it doesn't govern
Two fundamental aspects define the man: the religion and the alcohol.
In the bottom the ones that don't believe in God, it is for us to justify the cruelty that they do
Millstone market Saint Paulo in Luanda, Chinese sell recharge cards for cellular phones
Political parties or religious cults? The eternal return at Medium Age of 1975 and 1992.
The great victory, the great merit, the marvel of the independence that the glorious 8164 offered us: the illiteracy.
The privileged of the regime settle: "best to be with them, of Mpla, to be how it is. We are also already habituated."

Having an earth tremor of smaller intensity, the underground tanks of water would produce a flood that will be same or superior an Epic poem of Gilgamesh
Three of the morning. The snorers make triumphal entrance in the city-circus. That she already adapted. To snore her, no longer is it city, it is not anything.
Works in course Gothic style
Close in the night, bricklayer-liberate Goths Portuguese uproar, storms, thunderstorms on wheels the earth tremors became so banal, as the one of bombs in Iraq and Afghanistan.

The motors snorers corrupt the night cluttering immense in potent snores. Lawless nor flock snores of motors Gothic snorers. Nor walks for the people to walk on foot have!
We are for the government defamed it all the moment, none is judged, condemned

For a country that exports petroleum and diamonds and it imports everything, the population will end for perishing, to exterminate
The ones that are avid for knowledge, wisdom, they are Martians' descendants, or it maintains contacts, without if they give bill, with superior beings, that they inhabit in the parallel universes.
More than thirty years to see and to hear the same ruling idiots they repeat her the same words.

Pic: Angola em fotos
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quarta-feira, 25 de fevereiro de 2009

To proceed, what remains of the divine will collapse


What colossal disillusion, but, did some liberation fight happen?

Here is a government of the real estate speculators and for the real estate speculators.
The luandenses are eminent builders. They thin the time raise her walls and to drop them.
This democracy Bantu is a modern political system that it is characterized by everything to kill to the hunger. They don't think with the head, they think with the feet and the hands. We already exceeded the chapter of the savagery.
Aberration is to consent that Marxist-Leninist in the power they invoke us human rights and democracy.


You were as the weeping of the flowers, that I conserve in the song
Bedroom of our retreat. When in ecstasies, hugged
Stagnated in the windstorm that announced the first drops
Of the close atmospheric agitation. Then well watered, frozen
How was it possible two disappear and only one to be body?
I still don't get to understand, where it went
What happened to the other being

My dream, the other dreams, finished
Only the nightmares began, they resumed. There is no future
To proceed, what remains of the divine will collapse
I waste a long time in search of our lost words
When I relive the past in the iron
Each garment portrays moments of the days

After everything to finish, we fed lamenting
Where everything begins and it only finishes the death knows it

To find the due love, the paradise of the death it is always open, awake

Pic: Angola em fotos

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segunda-feira, 23 de fevereiro de 2009

Imported alcohol


He condescended, he already drank, it ascended to the earthy paradise
The prow of the strong wind sways him original, marginal
"This wind north, rural, blows strong, of east
It is orientated, imported alcoholic wind

Unfortunate, for the ordered government. Nor here I am calmed
Imported alcohol… out me is inebriated
Wind of the Jasmine because you push me like this?
That navigation… they let to cheat me the mast
The wind lost the head. Mine is slow, normal, rough
Is the drink with me or me with her? "
It will rain! Drops are to consent!

"Ah! It is her finishes purchase that they did. Import of clouds. Imported rain
A lot of rain, winds, cyclones, hurricanes, typhoons. The sky is flooded of drunk souls"
Ai!ai!ai! That drunk of the motorized ran over the child. Hê!hê!hê!.. Did it kill her!?

"A lot of deaths, few births. Demographic deficit. One more import…
Reproducers balance the race."
With so many cows to graze on thereabout?
"Bipeds of easy import."

I became used to, it felt him as a tombstone

Pic: Angola em fotos

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sábado, 21 de fevereiro de 2009

The prow of the fog


Black, now slave traders
The life is a fort disturbance alcoholic longing
She flees covered with an awning of the soft
and abrupt thick fog of the Palmar
Where the alcohols pursue our existence
The steams are intense, pleasant projects

If we got to wake up, enraged and frustrated stunned
In the invasion of the torpor, of the clamour. I drink, soon I exist!
Of the universal victory: drunks of everyone, I united you!

The prow of the fog doesn't break up, they resume the clouds neurone’s
Of the existence, of the anguish as vehicles in the city without light
With just their lights chaining in movement
As jasmines become yellow trying to meet again the lost sap
of the life

Hidden shadows, of the lost nights
There are no days, just monumental static statues without dawning
In the empty glances, swollen of the lost silence somewhere

This is the sea, ours to navigate of the oil tankers
deprive of commands
no navigated
Substituted whites
for half dozen of black slave traders

Picture: EL PAÍS

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quinta-feira, 19 de fevereiro de 2009

Malcolm X. Biography


March 10, 1964
Photo by Truman Moore/Time Warner, Inc.

Malcolm X was born Malcolm Little on May 19, 1925 in Omaha, Nebraska. His mother, Louis Norton Little, was a homemaker occupied with the family's eight children. His father, Earl Little, was an outspoken Baptist minister and avid supporter of Black Nationalist leader Marcus Garvey. Earl's civil rights activism prompted death threats from the white supremacist organization Black Legion, forcing the family to relocate twice before Malcolm's fourth birthday. Regardless of the Little's efforts to elude the Legion, in 1929 their Lansing, Michigan home was burned to the ground, and two years later Earl's mutilated body was found lying across the town's trolley tracks. Police ruled both accidents, but the Little's were certain that members of the Black Legion were responsible. Louise had an emotional breakdown several years after the death of her husband and was committed to a mental institution. Her children were split up amongst various foster homes and orphanages.

Malcolm was a smart, focused student and graduated from junior high at the top of his class. However, when a favorite teacher told Malcolm his dream of becoming a lawyer was "no realistic goal for a nigger," Malcolm lost interest in school. He dropped out, spent some time in Boston, Massachusetts working various odd jobs, and then traveled to Harlem, New York where he committed petty crimes. By 1942 Malcolm was coordinating various narcotic, prostitution and gambling rings.

Eventually Malcolm and his buddy, Malcolm "Shorty" Jarvis, moved back to Boston, where they were arrested and convicted on burglary charges in 1946. Malcolm placated himself by using the seven-year prison sentence to further his education. It was during this period of self-enlightenment that Malcolm's brother Reginald visited and discussed his recent conversion to the Muslim religious organization the Nation of Islam. Intrigued, Malcolm studied the teachings of Nation of Islam leader Elijah Muhammad. Muhammad taught that white society actively worked to keep African-Americans from empowering themselves and achieving political, economic and social success. Among other goals, the Nation of Islam fought for a state of their own, separate from one inhabited by white people. By the time he was paroled in 1952, Malcolm was a devoted follower with the new surname "X." He considered "Little" a slave name and chose the "X" to signify his lost tribal name.

Feb. 18, 1965
Photo by Robert L. Haggins

Intelligent and articulate, Malcolm was appointed a minister and national spokesman for the Nation of Islam. Elijah Muhammad also charged him with establishing new mosques in cities such as Detroit, Michigan and Harlem, New York. Malcolm utilized newspaper columns, radio and television to communicate the Nation of Islam's message across the United States. His charisma, drive and conviction attracted an astounding number of new members. Malcolm was largely credited with increasing membership in the Nation of Islam from 500 in 1952 to 30,000 in 1963.

The crowds and controversy surrounding Malcolm made him a media magnet. He was featured in a week-long television special with Mike Wallace in 1959, The Hate That Hate Produced, that explored fundamentals of the Nation of Islam and Malcolm's emergence as one of its most important leaders. After the special, Malcolm was faced with the uncomfortable reality that his fame had eclipsed that of his mentor Elijah Muhammad.

Racial tensions ran increasingly high during the early 1960s. In addition to the media, Malcolm's vivid personality had captured the government's attention. As membership in the Nation of Islam continued to grow, FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation) agents infiltrated the organization (one even acted at Malcolm's bodyguard) and secretly placed bugs, wiretaps and cameras surveillance equipment to monitor the group's activities.

Malcolm's faith was dealt a crushing blow at the height of the civil rights movement in 1963. He learned that Elijah Muhammad was secretly having relations with as many as six women in the Nation of Islam, some of which had resulted in children. Since his conversion Malcolm had strictly adhered to the teachings of Muhammad, including remaining celibate until his marriage to Betty Shabazz in 1958. Malcolm refused Muhammad's request to keep the matter quiet. He was deeply hurt by the deception of Muhammad, whom he had considered a prophet, and felt guilty about the masses he had lead into what he now felt was a fraudulent organization.

Cairo mosque, Sept. 1964
Photo by John Launois/Black Star


When Malcolm received criticism after the assassination of President John F. Kennedy for saying, "[Kennedy] never foresaw that the chickens would come home to roost so soon," Muhammad "silenced" him for 90 days. Malcolm suspected he was silenced for another reason. In March 1964 he terminated his relationship with the Nation of Islam and founded the Muslim Mosque, Inc.

That same year, Malcolm went on a pilgrimage to Mecca, Saudi Arabia. The trip proved life altering, as Malcolm met "blonde-haired, blued-eyed men I could call my brothers." He returned to the United States with a new outlook on integration. This time, instead of just preaching to African-Americans, he had a message for all races.

Relations between Malcolm and the Nation of Islam had become volatile after he renounced Elijah Muhammad. Informants working in the Nation of Islam warned that Malcolm had been marked for assassination (one man had even been ordered to help plant a bomb in his car). After repeated attempts on his life, Malcolm rarely traveled anywhere without bodyguards. On February 14, 1965 the home where Malcolm, Betty and their four daughters lived in East Elmhurst, New York was firebombed (the family escaped physical injury).

At a speaking engagement in the Manhattan's Audubon Ballroom on February 21, 1965 three gunmen rushed Malcolm onstage and shot him 15 times at close range. The 39-year-old was pronounced dead on arrival at New York's Columbia Presbyterian Hospital. Fifteen hundred people attended Malcolm's funeral in Harlem at the Faith Temple Church of God in Christ on February 27, 1965. After the ceremony, friends took the shovels from the gravediggers and buried Malcolm themselves. Later that year, Betty gave birth to their twin daughters.

Malcolm's assassins, Talmadge Hayer, Norman 3X Butler and Thomas 15X Johnson were convicted of first-degree murder in March 1966. The three men were all members of the Nation of Islam.

The legacy of Malcolm X has moved through generations as the subject of numerous documentaries, books and movies. A tremendous resurgence of interest occurred in 1992 when director Spike Lee released the acclaimed Malcolm X movie. The film received Oscar nominations for Best Actor (Denzel Washington) and Best Costume Design.

Malcolm X is buried at the Ferncliff Cemetery in Hartsdale, New York.

http://www.africawithin.com/malcolmx/malcolm_bio.htm

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quarta-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2009

The King’s Horseman (XVI). Novel


I want to say, that the magistrates go by foot. That is to avoid that our justice runs. The youth has the best than there is in the kingdom. We should invest more in the marathons. Anything of books, so that they are not diverted of the noblemen objectives that we intended. The works of the kingdom and the urbanization are better than never.

It is enough to walk in the streets and to observe her beauty of psychedelic author. In the planning they remind us whenever they lack the plans. We can affirm that we lived in a kingdom of black liquid. Unhappily it doesn't arrive for all. Still nobody got to discover reason. I believe that one day that will be possible.

In the social reinsertion, in spite of I control it foreigner, we didn't get to reinsert anybody. Never anybody explained to me reason. In the relationships with the other kingdoms, we just got to obtain bad relationships. Nobody likes us. We have to change the dinosaurs of the embassies, and to put young people. But that are not republican. The health is very well, as it is. In the kingdom all are born sick.

For something to build hospitals, if all seek healers and bewitching? The transports are not necessary for anybody. Except the nobility, to who more they will serve if we don't have highways, and didn't we produce anything? In relation to the house, we limited ourselves to break what the populace builds. On top of the trees we can make beautiful houses. To return to our traditions. We should follow the example of the kingdom of Zimbabwe. To break the whole houses.

Our judges of our Supreme Court are the competent people for us to judge us. I don't understand because they don't make him. The population is full and tired of the red and black. But with Manchu's Dynasty help our black liquid goes far. In next times in our kingdom, a psalm of the Manchu Dynasty will be sung. That he lives forever the sadness. Our happiness is to see everyone sad.

Once in a while in your public interventions they say like this: our fight actual is to end with the hunger. That pleases the international community. The flag of our heart came out… it is in the wood. Nobles, I declare open the Real Courts!

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segunda-feira, 16 de fevereiro de 2009

Traditional Culture Bantu (V)


… In other places, like Ethiopia, they think that it is a measured hygienic with positive moral consequences that it guarantees the femininity. In of the Ivory Coast, they convince them that in another way won't have children.
This shameful practice was already denounced by UN that evaluates in 70 million the mutilated women.

To the infibulação, preceded or not of the clitoritomia, they submit the women of the countries Islamized of the African northeast, Sudan, Ethiopia, Somalia, Eritrea, Djibouti, exclusive Chad. Nearly of the Muslims, seems that this practice is not known in the area bantu.
… The rupture of the hymen is mechanical and it is done by a senior woman with the fingers or using a small instrument. "In western of Africa coast, the youths are deflowered with the help of a bamboo that they conserve hung of the vagina about three months. To the turn of the vulva they put ants that devour the nymphs and the clitoris."

The noun of the language kimbundu "kilembu" means gender "sum, goods or money". AND the verb, also kimbundu, "kulemba" means to "render homage to the future father-in-law through conventional presents". Alambamento derives directly of this verb, after suppressing the radical of the infinite "ku" and of increasing him the extremity "mento" for influence of the Portuguese. In the same way other words appeared as "xinguilamento", "sunguilamento", "sabulamento."

Polyandry
…. It exists among some Eskimo groups that practice the girls' infanticide for the responsibility that they act.
Among the Tibetans farming, several siblings they share the same wife. It seems that they try to reduce like this the number of heirs so that the patrimony is transmitted undivided.
Wahumas of oriental Africa practice her occasional and temporarily. When the siblings help his brother to prepare the alambamento, he is entitled to share the wife which is to belong exclusively to the husband, starting from the pregnancy. The shepherds Todas, of the South of India, also make a woman marries of all of the siblings to his pregnancy.

Sorcery
The Portuguese, from the first contacts with the black-African people that these adored sorceries and idols. Filipo Pígafetta and Duarte Lopes, in her Description of Kingdom of Congo, published in 1591, they affirmed: "And we saw countless objects, because each one adored what more liked, without rule nor measure, nor reason of any species… they Chose, as gods, snakes, animals, birds, plants, trees, several wood illustrations and stone, and images that acted these you be already enumerated, painted or sculpted in wood, stone or other material…

The rites were varied, but all full of humility, as, for instance, to kneel, to knock down of face in earth, to cover the face with powder begging to the idol and making him offering of the dearest goods. They also had wizards that deceived making them to believe the those ignorant ones that the idols spoke."

In Traditional Culture Bantu. Pe. Raul Ruiz de Asúa Altuna. Editions Paulinas
Picture: Angola em fotos
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domingo, 15 de fevereiro de 2009

Bessie Smith




Was a rough, crude, violent woman. She was also the greatest of the classic Blues singers of the 1920s. Bessie started out as a street musician in Chattanooga. In 1912 Bessie joined a traveling show as a dancer and singer. The show featured Pa and Ma Rainey, and Smith developed a friendship with Ma. Ma Rainey was Bessie's mentor and she stayed with her show until 1915.

Bessie then joined the T.O.B.A. vaudeville circuit and gradually built up her own following in the south and along the eastern seaboard. By the early 1920s she was one of the most popular Blues singers in vaudeville. In 1923 she made her recording debut on Columbia, accompanied by pianist Clarence Williams. They recorded "Gulf Coast Blues" and "Down Hearted Blues." The record sold more than 750,000 copies that same year, rivaling the success of Blues singer Mamie Smith (no relation). Throughout the 1920s Smith recorded with many of the great Jazz musicians of that era, including Fletcher Henderson, James P. Johnson, Coleman Hawkins, Don Redman and Louis Armstrong.

Her rendition of "St. Louis Blues" with Armstrong is considered by most critics to be one of finest recordings of the 1920s. Bessie Smith was one of the biggest African-American stars of the 1920s and was popular with both Whites and African-Americans, but by 1931 the Classic Blues style of Bessie Smith was out of style and the Depression, radio, and sound movies had all damaged the record companies' ability to sell records so Columbia dropped Smith from its roster. In 1933 she recorded for the last time under the direction of John Hammond for Okeh.

The session was released under the name of Bessie Smith accompanied by Buck and his Band. Despite having no record company Smith was still very popular in the South and continued to draw large crowds, although the money was not nearly as good as it had been in the 1920s. Bessie had started to style herself as a Swing musician and was on the verge of a comeback when her life was tragically cut short by an automobile accident in 1937.

While driving with her lover Richard Morgan (Lionel Hampton's uncle) in Mississippi their car rear-ended a slow moving truck and rolled over crushing Smith's left arm and ribs. Smith bled to death by the time she reached the hospital. John Hammond caused quite a stir by writing an article in Downbeat magazine suggesting that Smith had bled to death because she had been taken to a White hospital and had been turned away. This proved not to be true, but the rumor persists to this day.

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sábado, 14 de fevereiro de 2009

Kirlian photography


A photographic process that captures the auras or biofields of persons or objects within the photograph. The technique involves the photographing of subjects in the pressence of a high-frequency, high-voltage, low-amperage-electrical field, which display glowing, multicolored emanations known as auras or biofields.

The process of Kirlian photography is named after Seymon Kirlian, an amateur inventor and electrician of Krasnodar, Russia, who pioneered the first efforts on the process in the early 1940s. Even thought the process has produced results it still is controversial.

There seems to be no evidence that Kirlian photography is a paranormal phenomenon. Some experimenters think it reveals a physical form of psychic energy. Another theory is that it reveals the etheric body, one of the layers of the aura thought to permeate all animate objects. The understanding of this latter aspect of the process gives rise to the prospects of beneficial benefits of gaining significant insights in medicine, psychology, psychic healing, psi, and dowsing. Critics repudiate the process by saying that it shows nothing more that than electricity being discharged which can be produced under certain conditions.

Experiments in photographing objects in electrical fields, prior to Kirlian, was called "electrography" or "electrographic photography." Little value was seen in the process, so scant attention was given to it. Electrographic photographs were exhibited as early as 1898 by the Russian Yakov Narkevich Yokdo (also given as Todko. Research in the fields was published by a Czech, B. Narvratil, also in the early 1900s. The published evidence of photographs of leaves coronas was presents by two Czechs, S. Pratt and J. Schlemmer, in 1939.

The initial Kirlian experiments were simple. In his first experiment Kirlian just photographed his hand, noting a strange orange glow radiating from the fingertips. His wife Valentina was a biologist, and together they photographed both animate and inanimate objects. Over the years, they refined their equipment and graduated from back and white to colored photography.

The principle of Kirlian photography, as well as all electrography, is the corona discharge phenomenon, that takes place when an electrically grounded object discharges sparks between itself and an electrode generating the electrical field. When these sparks are captured on film they give the appearance of coronas of light. These discharges can be affected by temperature, moisture, pressure, or other environmental factors. Several Kirlian techniques have been developed, but the basic ones generally employ a Tesla coil connected to a metal plate. The process is similar to the one which occurs in nature, when electrical conditions in the atmosphere produce luminescences, auras, such as St. Elmo's fire.

Kirlian's work mainly gained attention in the west during the 1960. Its reception was mixed. However, scientist met on the process at Alma Ata in 1966. Biophysicist Viktor Adamenko theorized that the energy field was the "cold emission of electrons," and the patterns they formed might suggest new information concerning the life processes od animate objects. One finding of Adamenko and other Soviet scientists was that the biological energies of human beings were brightest at 700 points on the body which concurs with Chinese acupuncture.

There is evidence that Kirlan photographs do give indications of the health and emotional changes in living things by changes in the brightness, color, and patterns of light. At the University of California Center for Health Sciences, a plant's leaf showed changes when being approached by a human hand and pricked. Even when part of the leaf was cut off, the glowing portion of the amputated portion still appeared on film.

Other researchers have found that changes in the emotional conditions of humans can be detected by changes in the brightness, color and formation patterns in the photographs. When psychic healers and the psychokinetic metal-bender Uri Geller were photographed flares of light were seen streaming from their fingertips as they performed their respective activities.

Many Kirlain enthusiasts declare that the leaf phenomenon is evidence for the existence of an etheric body. But, critics state the phenomenon completely disproves Kirlin photography. The latter contention is that "If the method truly photographed a biofield, then the aura should disappear when an organism dies. The effect is produced solely by a high-voltage electric field breakdown of air molecules between two condenser plates."

Supporters of Kirlain photography do, however, foresee its applications in diagnostic medicine. It has been used in the detection of cancer with only a sporadic success rate. Some envision that it will eventually be connected to computerized tomography (CT) scanners (advanced versions of axial tomography or CAT scanners, which utilize a thin beam of X-rays to photograph an object from 360 degrees) and magnetic resonance imaging(MRI). This latter method uses no X-rays, but employs magnetic fields to produce images of body cells and water in tissues.

Kirlain photography has been used by the Soviets in sports psychology to access an athlete's metabolic process and fitness.

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sexta-feira, 13 de fevereiro de 2009

The legend of your thought


The legend of a desirous thought of invading the finite of the Universe. Welcome the this raft of the love to the drift.

I need your lips in my womb and in my breasts
In the silence of the agitated nights

Without conviction, everything breaks in pieces
And it is the burning fire to consume the passion
He gets lost the reason
The wait is so painful and it suffers me closed in beating
Afflicted, oppressed as I felt never
I don't want more to return as orphan
I want to enter which fortune mountain.
To recover idol and to idolize me pure
To do a search of my world
although he listens
A hundred voices proclaim her that it is madness

I don't exhaust myself
I constrain myself of not running for the sand of the beach
forbidden
In an instant he moves a lot, a lot of thing

The statues of my breasts remodelled erects
As aphrodisiac fruit in the avidity, of the fright of the pleasure
They despair, they thaw the regulation of the life

And I loosen myself, I deify myself
Oh! As everything is easy
And however in this dictatorship, so difficult
I am just a fabled goddess never lover,
Because wanted by all the gods
And before the unreality of the things
without world

No, I am not here, I subtracted myself
But, not yet of exit
Have just made the maintenance of my wings
I don't know if I will fly

Don't fly… it hovers under fogged him
childish, of the no dreamed children's nests
Forever them solitary

And it jumps, and she runs… winner
Oh! As the Universe is so finite
It is will be never infinite

You will be fabled, you end of the being
The other side looks at you. Those steps
of your such comfortable staircase… I feel her
in trespassing of uncoiling of the lacework,
without tearing in the appetite
of that other geometric legend
that it the flame of the comma of the baby-doll

I will deepen you and I will reopen the channel
the furrow, the ditch, the bed, in the lake of your Taj-Mahal

Oh!.. I will dare to defoliate your rose field
And I will seek your lost rose of avidity, find him
Fertilise him and he will be born autumnal other rose field, a pilgrimage

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quinta-feira, 12 de fevereiro de 2009

Albert Schweitzer. The Nobel Peace Prize 1952. Biography


Albert Schweitzer (January 14, 1875-September 4, 1965) was born into an Alsatian family which for generations had been devoted to religion, music, and education. His father and maternal grandfather were ministers; both of his grandfathers were talented organists; many of his relatives were persons of scholarly attainments.

Schweitzer entered into his intensive theological studies in 1893 at the University of Strasbourg where he obtained a doctorate in philosophy in 1899, with a dissertation on the religious philosophy of Kant, and received his licentiate in theology in 1900. He began preaching at St. Nicholas Church in Strasbourg in 1899; he served in various high ranking administrative posts from 1901 to 1912 in the Theological College of St.Thomas, the college he had attended at the University of Strasbourg. In 1906 he published The Quest of the Historical Jesus, a book on which much of his fame as a theological scholar rests.

Meanwhile he continued with a distinguished musical career initiated at an early age with piano and organ lessons. Only nine when he first performed in his father's church, he was, from his young manhood to his middle eighties, recognized as a concert organist, internationally known. From his professional engagements he earned funds for his education, particularly his later medical schooling, and for his African hospital. Musicologist as well as performer, Schweitzer wrote a biography of Bach in 1905 in French, published a book on organ building and playing in 1906, and rewrote the Bach book in German in 1908.

Having decided to go to Africa as a medical missionary rather than as a pastor, Schweitzer in 1905 began the study of medicine at the University of Strasbourg. In 1913, having obtained his M.D. degree, he founded his hospital at Lambaréné in French Equatorial Africa, but in 1917 he and his wife were sent to a French internment camp as prisoners of war. Released in 1918, Schweitzer spent the next six years in Europe, preaching in his old church, giving lectures and concerts, taking medical courses, writing On the Edge of the Primeval Forest, The Decay and Restoration of Civilization, Civilization and Ethics, and Christianity and the Religions of the World.

Schweitzer returned to Lambaréné in 1924 and except for relatively short periods of time, spent the remainder of his life there. With the funds earned from his own royalties and personal appearance fees and with those donated from all parts of the world, he expanded the hospital to seventy buildings which by the early 1960's could take care of over 500 patients in residence at any one time.

At Lambaréné, Schweitzer was doctor and surgeon in the hospital, pastor of a congregation, administrator of a village, superintendent of buildings and grounds, writer of scholarly books, commentator on contemporary history, musician, host to countless visitors. The honors he received were numerous, including the Goethe Prize of Frankfurt and honorary doctorates from many universities emphasizing one or another of his achievements. The Nobel Peace Prize for 1952, having been withheld in that year, was given to him on December 10, 1953. With the $33,000 prize money, he started the leprosarium at Lambaréné.

Albert Schweitzer died on September 4, 1965, and was buried at Lambaréné.
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David Livingstone


Africa's Great Missionary and Explorer
by Galen B. Royer

Born at Blantyre, Scotland, March 19, 1813.
Died at Ilala, Africa, May 1, 1873.
1. Parents. Niel Livingstone, whose ancestry came from Ulfa Island, of the Staffa group of Great Britain, first as a tailor and then as a tea merchant, made a moderate living in Blantyre. Quick temper, warm and tender heart, deep and noble convictions; a great reader of good books, a member of the Congregational Church; family worship morning and evening, regular attendance at church and strict observance of the Sabbath, were marked characteristics of his life and home. His wife, Agnes Hunter, to whom he was married in 1810, shared fully in the high ideals of her husband. To them were born five sons and two daughters, two sons dying in infancy.

2. Early Life. David, the second son, was born on March 19, 1813. From childhood he showed unusual love for nature, and through great perseverance, which always characterized his life, gained prizes and excelled his playmates in many ways. At ten he made his own living in the cotton mills while spending his evenings in night school. Through reading Dick's "Philosophy of the Future State" he was led to confess Christ; the life of Henry Martyn, first modern missionary to Mohammedans, and Charles Gutslaff, medical missionary to China, fixed his life purpose. "It is my desire to show my attachment to the cause of Him Who died for me by devoting my life to His service." Contact with Robert Moffat, pioneer missionary to Africa, prompted Livingstone to offer his services to this needy field. Ordained as a missionary in Albion Street Chapel, London, on November 8, 1840; only one night's visit home and that an all night's conference about missions, closed in the morning by David reading Psalms 121 and 135 at family worship, and this future missionary and explorer was walking towards Glasgow on his way to Africa. He was accompanied by his father to Broomiclaw, where they parted; never to meet again.

3. First Experiences in Africa. On December 8, 1840, Livingstone sailed for Africa. Going by Cape Town and Algoa Bay he was soon in the interior where Moffat was at work in the Bechuana territory. On the way thither he was incensed at the unkind treatment of the natives by Europeans. Mingling freely among them, healing their diseases, disarming their hostilities by interesting them in something unusual, he soon reached the conclusion that a noble and true heart was a better mainspring to overcome and direct raw natives than the abuse heretofore given them. His intense desire that all natives should have an opportunity to embrace Christianity, and his decided preference to labor where no white man had worked, led him to locate at Mabotsa, northward in the interior. This locality was infested by lions; and one day one which the natives had wounded sprang out of the bushes, seized Livingstone at the shoulder, tore his flesh and broke his arm. Ever after he could not raise his gun to shoot without great pain.

4. Marriage. In 1844 he was united in marriage to Mary Moffat, oldest daughter of Robert and Mary Moffat. To them six children were born, one dying in infancy. Few couples enjoyed living together better than this one; but for the sake of Africa they deprived each other of association a great part of their lives. Thoughtless and unfriendly remarks about their separation caused them much heartache.

5. First Explorations. In 1845 the Livingstones moved to Chonuane, and later to Kolebeng, where Sechele, the chief of the tribes, became his first convert. These moves were but the first steps of this daring man's life. Each letter home ended with the words, "Who will penetrate the heart of Africa?" He sickened at heart when he heard of well-fed Christians at home engaged in hair-splitting discussions over doctrinal themes when millions were dying without the Gospel where he was. At last he began a tour, passed over Kalahari Desert, where for days no water could be found, and overcoming almost insurmountable difficulties, discovered Lake 'Ngami. The chief, Sevituane, welcomed him, but on account of the unhealthy conditions the country thus found did not prove suitable for a mission station.

6. Self-Denial and Losses. Livingstone conceived the idea that, if a way were opened from the interior to the coast, Christianity, civilization and commerce would move freely to these benighted people. But the undertaking involved fearful hardships and much self-denial. It was about this time that he wrote, "I place no value on anything I have or possess except in relation to the kingdom of Christ." Taking his wife and children to Cape Town, where amidst many tears and heart struggles he saw them sail for England on April 23, 1852, he set his face to this new purpose. But he found many obstacles. The Dutch Boers, who had robbed and subjected the natives to the worst slavery, opposed his efforts to the extent of destroying his home and carrying away his household goods. Undaunted, however, by any opposition, exploring the regions round about preparatory to the greater task of reaching the coast, preaching, teaching and healing, -- making notes and observations of a geographical and scientific nature and forwarding the same to England, -- thus he sought to do the Father's will as he wrote, "As for me, I am determined to open up Africa or perish."

7. The Horrors of the Interior. About the middle of 1853 Livingstone reached Linyanti, on the Zambesi. Here Chief Sekeletu rendered him all the aid he had for the journey, and the missionary explorer, with a few tusks, coffee, beads, etc., and accompanied with twenty-seven Barotse men and some oxen, threw himself into the heart of Africa on November 11, 1853, and after seven months of untold hardship, reached St. Paul de Loanda, on the west coast. During the journey he had thirty-one attacks of intermittent fever; towards its close these were accompanied by dysentery of the most painful type. Often he was destitute of food and especially of the kind needed for his condition. The horrors of polygamy, incest and cannibalism were appalling. The cruelties of slavery, seen in families broken up, gangs chained, bodies of those that perished from indescribable brutalities, lying by the wayside or their skeletons hanging from trees, while others were floating in the river until at night they interfered with the paddles of his boat,--such manifestations of the infamous slave trade constantly drew mightily on the tender heart of the noble missionary.

8. An Heroic Return. At St. Paul de Loanda, because no one expected him to arrive, there was no mail. A boat offered him passage to England; but though needing to rest and regain his health he started for the interior with his men after a short rest, because he had promised to return them to their chief, Sekeletu. When the news that he was alive reached England, astonishment and admiration filled the minds of the people. The Royal Geographical Society awarded him its highest honors, a gold medal.

9. New Discoveries. A journey of two thousand miles was before Livingstone as he began his return trip from the west coast eastward on September 24, 1854. Many hostile tribes had to be met and tactfully handled; many dangers were found in the way. After arriving at Linyanti on September 11, 1855, he went down the Zambesi River and discovered the famous, beautiful Victoria Falls and two longitudinal elevations where Europeans could live free from fever and the fly. His map and observations were of greatest value to the Royal Geographical Society. On May 20, 1856, he reached Quilimane on the east coast and thus covered a territory never before traversed by a white man.

10. First Visit Home. After sixteen years of absence Livingstone made his first visit to England, arriving December 9, 1856. Had he risen from the grave he could not have been looked upon with more interest or loaded with more honors. Societies, colleges and others vied with each other in doing him honor. Mrs. Livingstone, who had heard the unfriendly criticism about their prolonged separation and her husband's exploring instead of doing regular missionary work, and who had endured the long, lonely months of waiting, stood by his side through all this flood of honor. Lord Shaftesbury on one occasion "paid her equal tribute with her husband and all England said 'Amen.'"

11. Results in England. While at home, Livingstone wrote his first book, "Missionary Travels," a great success in sales and awakening interest in Africa. On this trip a very serious matter, which had absorbed the attention of those interested, was settled. The London Missionary Society which sent him out felt that it was not right to use his time in exploring the country. Livingstone had a strong conviction that "the end of the exploration is the beginning of the enterprise." At last, because so many looked upon his work as not missionary, he withdrew from the Board and engaged with the Royal Geographical Society and went out as the Queen's consul.

12. Extensive Explorations. On March 10, 1858, Dr. and Mrs. Livingstone, with their son Oswell, sailed from England. At Cape Town Mrs. Livingstone became so ill that she had to remain behind, and did not rejoin her husband till several years after. He explored the mouth of the Zambesi, made three trips on the Shire River and at last discovered Lake Nyassa. In 1860 he visited his old friend, Sekeletu; in 1861 he explored the river Rovuma and assisted in establishing the Universities Mission. Through all these years he was establishing sites for missions, preaching the Gospel, healing the sick, and contributing religious and scientific articles to periodicals in England. His accounts of the atrocities of the slave-trade stirred the whole world.

13. Mrs. Livingstone Dies. After spending a year at the Cape, Mrs. Livingstone returned to England and placed her children in school. In 1862 she joined her husband in Africa, but was not with him over three months when, from the banks of the Shire, she went to be with her Lord. In all of life's hardships and trials nothing called forth words from our hero like these, -- "For the first time in my life I want to die."

14. Last Visit to England. The following year, while exploring the region about Lake Nyassa, he was asked home by the government. He returned with the purpose of exposing the slave-trade and to obtain means to open a mission north of the Portuguese territory. His new book, "The Zambesi and Its Tributaries," 4,800 copies of which sold the first evening it was on the market, awakened deep interest in Africa and stirred up great indignation against the Portuguese because of its revelations of their treatment of the natives.

While at home, Livingstone with his aged mother and his children, save one, had a family reunion. Robert, the absent one, had first gone to Africa to find his father. Failing, he sailed for America, enlisted in the Federal army, was wounded, taken prisoner, died in a hospital, and was buried in the National Cemetery at Gettysburg. Thus, while the father was giving his life for the liberty of the black man in Africa, the son gave his life for the freedom of the same race in America.

Livingstone declined to return to Africa at the direction of the Royal Geographical Society simply to determine the watershed of the continent, though every inducement was offered him, and to accomplish this would have been the crowning achievement of his explorations. To preach, heal and help the African, and not to give up his missionary purposes, was still the impelling motive of all his efforts.

15. Reverses. His equipment upon his return to Africa by way of Bombay was not as good as it should have been. Many reverses met him. His helpers proved of little help; some of his people were ill behaved, and had to be dismissed; old scenes about Lake Nyassa haunted him and disappointed hopes preyed on his mind; the inhuman cruelties of the slave trade were a constant nightmare to him. For a time he turned his attention to the watershed question, but found many hindrances. It was at this time that Musa, with some followers, forsook him and reported the explorer dead. In spite of all this he pressed forward. His medicine chest, so essential to him, disappeared; he reached Lake Tanganyika; discovered Lake Moero; afterwards Lake Bangweolo; suffered greatly from sickness, and returned to Ujiji to find his goods all gone.

16. Hardships Indeed. The next two years, July, 1869, to October, 1871, were spent in a journey from Ujiji to the river Lealaba and return, and were perhaps the saddest years of his life. He beheld the thousand villages about which Moffat told, and which caused him to give his life to Africa. He, himself, preached to thousands and tens of thousands of natives. But his strength failed him in 1871. Feet sore from ulcers; teeth falling out through sickness; weary of body and sick of heart, he lay in his hut for eighty days, longing for home, now far beyond his reach. His sole comfort and help was his Bible, which he read through four times during this period, and upon the flyleaf of which he wrote these significant words: "No letters for three years. I have a sore longing to finish and go home, if God wills." Supplies and letters had been sent, but were intercepted by the Portuguese. The Royal Geographical Society had sent out a search, but found him not.

17. The Discoverer Discovered. Just at this moment of mystery about Livingstone's whereabouts, James Gordon Bennett, of the New York Herald, sent Henry M. Stanley to locate the explorer "at any cost." Almost marvelous was Stanley's effort. Once he wrote, "No living man shall stop me. Only death can prevent me; but death, -- not even this. I shall not die; I will not die; I cannot die. Something tells me that I shall find him. And I write it larger, find him, FIND HIM." At last after forced marches he met Susi, who came to meet Stanley, and then soon the explorer himself. "Dr. Livingstone, I presume?" said Stanley, as he lifted his hat. "Yes," replied the pale, weary, grey-haired missionary. "I thank my God I am permitted to see you," said Stanley; and to this came the reply, "I feel thankful that I am here to welcome you."

18. Overjoy. It was a glad day for Livingstone. Letters and supplies were abundant and appreciated. He forgot his ailments and became overjoyed in this Good Samaritan act. Together the men spent four months exploring Lake Tanganyika. Stanley became a hero worshipper of his companion. Once he wrote, "I challenge any man to find a fault in his character... The secret is that his religion is a constant, earnest and sincere practice."

19. "Forward." Once in his early life Livingstone said, "Anywhere, providing it is forward." Thus he was impelled even in old age. For, instead of returning with Stanley, as he well might have done and was urged to do, he made new resolve to locate the watersheds, secured new men and pressed into the interior. On March 19, 1872, when fifty-nine years old he wrote, "My birthday! My Jesus, my King, my Life, my All. I again dedicate my whole self to Thee." But the grey-haired, footsore explorer and missionary this time went forward thru swollen rivers and dismal swamps, every day of the march being marked with dysentery and most excruciating pains. At every convenient place he would have his carriers stop and let him rest. April 29 was his last day of travel. He had reached the village of Chitambo, in Ilala, on Lake Bangweolo. Here, sick unto death, he made observations, carefully brought his journal up to date, drew maps and gave orders. How heroic was the spirit in him to the last!

20. Victory. He rested quietly on the 30th; but at four on the morning of May 1,1873, the boy who slept at Livingstone's door wakened, beheld his master, and fearing death, called Susi. "By the candle still burning they saw him, not in bed; but kneeling at the bedside, with his head buried in his hands upon the pillow. The sad, yet not unexpected truth soon became evident; he had passed away on the furthest of all his journeys, and without a single attendant. But he had died in the act of prayer, -- prayer offered in that reverent attitude about which he was always so particular; commending his own spirit, with all his dear ones as he was wont, into the hands of his Savior; and commending Africa, his own dear Africa, with all her woes and sins and wrongs, to the Avenger of the oppressed and the Redeemer of the lost."

Words can never do justice to the noble course which his faithful servants, led by Susi, now took. They removed the heart from the body of their dead leader and buried it under a tree near where he died. They dried the body in the sun, tied it to a pole and after nine months' march reached the coast and shipped it to England. On April 18, 1874, the remains were laid to rest, amidst greatest honors, in Westminster Abbey, London.

21. Some Results. The news of Livingstone's death quickened the pulse-beat of the world and roused many thousands to accept his interpretation of his own efforts, "the end of the exploration is the beginning of the enterprise." Africa became at once the favored field for missionary enterprise of almost every denomination. The Congo Free State, through the efforts of Stanley, upon whom Livingstone's mantle fell, was agreed to by hundreds of native chiefs, and the "Great Powers at Berlin framed and ratified a constitution for the Free State, carrying out almost every principle for which Livingstone had contended."Chronology of Events in Livingstone's Life
1813 Born at Blantyre, in Lanarkshire, Scotland, March 19.
1833 Real conversion took place in his life.
1836 Entered school in Glasgow.
1838 Accepted by London Missionary Society, September.
1840 Ordained missionary in Albion St. Chapel, November 20
Sailed on H.M. Ship "George" for Africa, December 8.
1841 Arrived at Kuruman, July 31.
1842 Extended tour of Bechuana country begun February 10.
1843 Located at Mabotsa, August.
1844 Marriage to Mary Moffat of Kuruman.
1846 Located at Chonuane with Chief Sechele.
1847 Moved to Kolobeng.
1848 Sechele, first convert, baptized, October 1.
1849 Lake 'Ngami discovered, August 1.
1850 Royal Geographical Society awarded royal donation, 25 guineas.
1851 Discovered the upper Zambesi August 3.
1852 Mrs. Livingstone and four children sailed from Cape Town April 23.
1853 Journey from Linyanti to west coast, November 11 to May 31, 1854.
1854 French Geographical Society awarded silver medal;
University of Glasgow conferred degree LL.D.;
Journey from west coast back to Linyanti, September 24 to September 11, 1855.
1855 Journey from Linyanti to Quilimane on east coast, November 3 to May 20, 1856;
Royal Geographical Society awarded Patron's Gold Medal.
1856 Arrived in London on first visit home, December 9.
1857 Freedom of cities of London, Glasgow, Edinburgh, Dundee and many other towns; Corresponding Member of American Geographical and Statistical Society, New York; Royal Geographical Society, London; Geographical Society of Paris; K.K. Geographical Society of Vienna; Honorary Fellow of Faculty and Physicians of Glasgow; Degree of D.C.L. by University of Oxford; elected F.H.S.; appointed Commander of Zambesi Expedition and her Majesty's Consul at Tette, Quilimane, Senna
1858 Returned with Mrs. Livingstone to Africa, March 10.
1859 River Shire explored and Lake Nyassa discovered, September 16.
1862 Mrs. Livingstone died at Shupanga, April 27;
Explored the Yovuma River.
1864 Arrived in Bombay, June 13; London, July 23.
1866 Arrived at Zanzibar, January 28.
1867 Discovered Lake Tanganyika April.
1868 Discovered Lake Bangweolo, July 18.
1869 Arrived at Ujiji, March 14.
1871 Reached Nyangwe, March 29; returned to Ujiji a "living skeleton," October 23.
Henry M. Stanley found him October 28.
1872 Gold Medal by Italian Geographical Society.
1873 Died in his tent at Ilala, May 1.
1874 Body buried with honors in Westminster Abbey, London, April 18.

Copied by Stephen Ross for WholesomeWords.org from Christian Heroism in Heathen Lands by Galen B. Royer. Elgin, Ill.: Brethren Publishing House, 1915.

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