#story

bliter@diaspora-fr.org

#Rencontre avec #Olivier Grall, le #patron du #synthé en #France

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#Musicien et #ingénieur du #son, Olivier #Grall a rassemblé, à force de #passion comme de patience, l'une des plus grosses #collections au monde de #claviers #électriques. Des #Rhodes au #Mellotron en passant par tout ce qu'on peut trouver de plus rare dans l' #histoire du #synthétiseur, son temple regorge de merveilles qui ont fait, font et feront l'histoire de la #musique. Inutile de vous dire qu' #Audiofanzine ne s'est pas fait prier pour aller lui poser quelques questions et visiter son antre...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCw-f55TS54
https://invidious.fdn.fr/watch?v=jCw-f55TS54
#music #story #synthesizer #synth

ramnath@nerdpol.ch

17 April, 2024 Wednesday Rama Navami #Pink #Maa #Siddhidatri Puja

During #Navratri, we worship the nine forms of #Goddess #Durga. It begins with the worship of Maa Shailaputri and is followed by the worship of the other avatars of Goddess Durga.

The Worship of Maa Siddhidatri
The ninth day of Navratri is dedicated to the worship of Maa Siddhidatri. The word #Siddhi means #supernatural power and Dhatri means the awarder. Hence, it is believed that Maa Siddhidatri fulfils all divine aspirations.

Maa Siddhidatri is known to be the giver of perfection. She blesses her devotees with wisdom and grants them #spiritual knowledge. Maa Siddhidatri is also worshipped by demons and is surrounded by all Gods.

History and Origin
The #story of Maa Siddhidatri begins at a time when our #universe was nothing more than a deep #void. It was filled with darkness and there was no sign of life. This is when Goddess Kushmanda created the universe with the radiance of her smile.

Maa Kushamnda then went on to create the #Trimurti of Lord #Bramha – the energy of creation, Lord #Vishnu – the energy of sustenance and Lord #Shiva – the energy of destruction. Once they were created, Lord Shiva asked Maa Kushmanda to bestow him with perfection.

So, Maa Kushmanda created another goddess who bestowed Lord Shiva with 18 kinds of perfection. These included the Ashta Siddhi (8 primary forms of perfection) along with 10 secondary forms of perfection, described by Lord Krishna.

This goddess who had the ability to bestow these perfections on Lord Shiva is Maa Siddhidatri – the giver of perfection. Now, Lord Bramha was asked to create the rest of the Universe. However, since he required a man and a woman for creation, Lord Bramha found this task to be very challenging.

He prayed to Maa Siddhidatri and asked her to help him. Upon hearing Lord Bramha’s request, Maa Siddhidatri converted half of Lord Shiva’s body into a woman’s body. Therefore, Lord Shiva is also known as #Ardhanarishwar (Ardh - half, Nari - woman, Ishwar - refers to Lord Shiva).

Lord Bramha was now able to create living beings along with the rest of the Universe. So, it was Maa Siddhidatri who helped Lord Bramha with the creation of the Universe and also bestowed perfection upon Lord Shiva.

Worship of Maa Siddhidatri
Maa Siddhidatri is depicted as being seated on a lotus or a lion. She has four arms and holds a conch shell, a mace, a lotus and a discus in each of these hands.

Worshipped on the ninth day of Navratri, Maa Siddhidatri possesses the Ashta Siddhi. It is believed that Maa Siddhidatri blesses her devotees with spiritual wisdom and she is also known to destroy ignorance.

ramnath@nerdpol.ch

16 April, 2024 Tuesday Ashtami #Blue #Durga Ashtami, #Mahagauri Puja

https://seniority.in/blog/navratri-day-8-the-story-of-maa-mahagauri
Navratri (Day 8) – The #Story of #Maa Mahagauri
22 Oct 2020 ... Due to her glow and extreme radiance, Maa #Parvati came to be known as Mahagauri. She wears white clothes, rides a white-coloured bull and has .

A long time ago, Lord Shiva went into deep penance and meditation due to the death of his first companion - Devi Sati. Lord Shiva refused to come out of his meditation and stayed away from all worldly affairs for many years.

Meanwhile, a demon by the name of Tarakasura was troubling the Gods to no end. At the request of the Gods, Devi Sati was reborn as Maa Shailaputri, the daughter of the Himalayas. She was also called as Maa Parvati.

It was said that she would bring Lord Shiva out of his meditation and their child would go on kill Tarakasura. One day, Sage Narada arrived at Maa Parvati’s doorstep and told her everything about her previous birth.

He also told her that she would have to perform severe Tapasya (penance), so that Lord Shiva can know her truth. Maa Parvati agreed and gave up all the comforts and luxuries of her palace. Soon, she went into a forest and began her dedicated penance.

Thousands of years passed but Maa Parvati did not give up. She refused to eat or drink anything, while also fighting through the cold, the rains and the storms. Due to this, her skin turned dark and her body was now covered with dust, soil, leaves, etc.

She turned extremely pale and thin. Due to this severe Tapasya, Maa Parvati lost all her radiance and became extremely weak. Finally, after a long time, Lord Shiva took notice of her penance. He even tested her devotion and realized that she was indeed his Sati, from the previous birth.

Lord Shiva agreed to marry Maa Parvati. Since, she had become weak and was covered in all kinds of dirt, Lord Shiva decided to cleanse her. He allowed the holy waters of Ganga flowing through his hair, to fall onto Maa Parvati. This sacred water washed away all the dirt from Maa Parvati’s body and she was able to regain her lost radiance.

Goddess of the Eighth Day of #Navratri

Due to her glow and extreme radiance, Maa Parvati came to be known as Mahagauri. She wears #white clothes, rides a white-coloured #bull and has four arms. She holds a Trishul (trident), a lotus and a drum in each of her hands, while she uses her fourth hand to bless all her devotees.

Maa Mahagauri represents the purity and inner beauty of every living being. She is a loving Goddess who takes care of her devotees and helps them overcome their difficulties as well.

ramnath@nerdpol.ch

The #story here in

" #BlackGoo, #Evil and #frequency" with #LeeMerrit
https://rumble.com/v1zodni-black-goo-evil-and-frequency.html
has the most amazing finale because it is POSSIBLE that in our reality (if we choose to be ALIVE in THAT reality where the separation is reunited with God) Satan has regained the emotional body lost by trauma. #Satan chose to reunite with #God now and wishes only to lie sleeping in the lap of God for a thousand years.

Satan did not take his minions. These traumatized beings need redemption or we will continue to pass on the created here evil that will destroy us. We all have suffered trauma and lost our emotional bodies and parts of our being which has allowed evil spirits to eter and control us.

IT is time to #heal. #Love will allow us to connect with the essence of our suffering and FEEL our truama and change our frequency. We can be released fom our agreements with evil (made in desperation of emptiness) and no longer feed the #archons with #pain. All by us and one by one choosing our allegience to Creator's plan of redemption. To LOVE and offer Forgiveness to #EVERYTHING we encounter is our only hope and the GLORY. WE CHOOSE GLORY. It is such a FABULOUs imagination and I forgive Satan and I #forgive all of MYSELF who in desperation and soul destroying pain chose evil. I know that Christ will help me heal all that was wounded in any place in my being.

noam@libranet.de

#Spring

She woke up after a long, deep sleep, and stretched her limbs. The sky was blue, and the sun was saying good morning.

She breathed in fresh air. She took her time, and dressed in light green.

Time to check on her neighbour. He was still sleeping. That didn’t stop the squirrel scurrying in his top branches.

Willow smiled. Her tall neighbour Beech was always slow to rise.

A songbird alighted on her, and let out its cry:
The sun is shining. I am so sexy. This is my tree! đŸŽ”

I’m not sure I’m his tree, willow rustled in the light wind in response.

Spring had arrived.

#microfiction #story

starry_gordon@diasp.org

#Literary experiment with #AI: find author, source, given precis or description of #story. (#fiction)

Precis: Man is standing on rural railway platform / station waiting for train. Train will stop if person is waiting for it, not otherwise. Across from the station there is a broad meadow and a road in the distance. As he waits he sees a carriage coming along the road. There is a woman in the carriage. The author then gives a vigorous description of an oncoming locomotive: size, speed, noise, smoke. The train does not stop, implying that the man is not really there or is a ghost.

This story actually exists and has been published. It is possible that it is not in English.

I tried this on ChatGPT and got two manifestly wrong answers. Anything else I should try?

bliter@diaspora-fr.org

La #Story #Cassius Partie 1 : les #origines - #HistoiresElectroniques par #DJ #LittleNemo

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#Histoires #Ă©lectroniques

Cassius, l'un des groupes fondateurs de la #FrenchTouch, un duo formé de Philippe 'Zdar' Cerboneschi et Hubert 'Boombass' Blanc-Francard, qui ont fait leurs armes en tant que techniciens dans les #studios #français avant de se faire connaßtre en réalisant l'album de MC Solaar, puis de réaliser des #tracks #donwtempo sous le nom #LaFunkMob.

1Ăšre partie qui raconte les origines du groupe Cassius !

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SOURCES
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Livre 'Boom Bass' de Hubetrt Blanc-Francard
Livre 'French Touch' de Stéphane Jourdain
Livre 'French Connection' de Martin James

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MuS9S8JYSoY
#music #musique #house #techno

noam@libranet.de

One night, the town shook as if from an earthquake. In the morning, the townsfolk found that a new cave opening had appeared in the hillside, a pile of rock and earth near the entrance. A monstrous ogre walked out, towering above the humans. Some remembered seeing it many years before.

“Why have you come here?” asked the mayor, crossing her arms to keep her composure.

“I need a new home. Can I stay here?” the deep, booming voice was incongruent with the pleading question.

The local blacksmith noticed glittering in the debris outside the cave. There was ore, perhaps even gold. He whispered in the mayor’s ear.

“Perhaps we can trade. Can you bring out more of this rock to pay for your stay?” the mayor asked.

“I can. But tell me, does the baker who makes those delicious, tiny Ă©clairs still live here?”

“I do,” the old baker piped up from the crowd.

“I think we have a deal,” smiled the mayor.

#microfiction #story #monster

bliter@diaspora-fr.org

#Techno #Story CD.01 (1996) - #Franck2Cab

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1-01 Quench– Dreams (Radio Edit) 3:42
1-02 D. Shake*– Yaaah 6:30
1-03 Moby– Go (Woodtick Mix) 6:32
1-04 Jam & Spoon– Stella (Moby's Barracuda Mix) 6:17
1-05 Age Of Love– The Age Of Love (Radio Version) 3:49
1-06 C'hantal– The Realm 12:40
1-07 GTO– Pure 5:35
1-08 Speedy J– Pullover 5:10
1-09 Joe T. Vannelli– Play With The Voice In Germany 8:04
1-10 Vernon's Wonderland*– Vernon's Wonderland (Sven VĂ€th Remix) 11:26

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ignldNoYchM
#musique #music #technostory #techno #techno90s

noam@libranet.de

An Ancient Human #Story About The Seven Sisters May Have Survived 100,000 years

In the northern hemisphere from October to March, you can look up and see the Pleiades, also known as the Seven Sisters. These stars, like so many others, have #myths attached to them by ancient cultures around the world.

In Greek mythology, the Seven Sisters were the daughters of Atlas and Pleione. Their father, Atlas, was forced to hold up the sky, and was therefore unable to protect his daughters. But to save them from being raped by Orion the hunter, Zeus transformed them into stars.

Indigenous Australian versions of the tale, meanwhile, tell similar #stories of a hunter or young man who try and chase the female Pleiades.

Is it possible the stories of the Seven Sisters and Orion are so old our ancestors were telling these stories to each other around campfires in Africa, 100,000 years ago?

denissalem@diasp.eu

Transition 2023 - 2024

Pour le nouvel an 2024 j'ai pris quelques jours de vacances Ă  Strasbourg, ma ville natale. J’y Ă©tais dĂ©jĂ  revenu pour une petite pĂ©riode en 2014 et les mĂ©tamorphoses de la ville en dĂ©calage avec les souvenirs que j’en avais me troublaient dĂ©jĂ . Pour les FĂȘtes, mon frĂšre m'a offert un vinyle de Kelela. Pendant toute la durĂ©e du sĂ©jour, j’avais Washed Away et Far Away en tĂȘte, ce qui n’a pas manquĂ© d’accentuer le sentiment d’irrĂ©alitĂ© du sĂ©jour.

Ongoing Cycle

Dans les exĂ©gĂšses de Philip K. Dick que l’on peut trouver, il est souvent dit que l’auteur avait une obsession pour un certain type de femme. Une figure que l'on retrouve constamment dans son Ɠuvre et qui serait en fait le fantĂŽme de sa sƓur jumelle morte trĂšs peu de temps aprĂšs leur naissance. Mais cette figure n'apparait pas que dans ses romans, elle apparait aussi dans sa vie intime, oĂč l'auteur projette sur les femmes qu'il a aimĂ©es ce qui pourrait bien ĂȘtre devenu son anima.

20 ans plus tĂŽt, enfant, me serais-je doutĂ© que je reviendrais dans le quartier oĂč tout a commencĂ© en compagnie de cette femme ? ProphĂ©tie auto-rĂ©alisatrice ou bien prĂ©cognition ?

The Place Left To The Dreams

Le quartier de mon enfance est le berceau d'une activitĂ© psychique et imaginaire intense. Pas tant parce que je rentrais tout doucement dans l'adolescence que parce que c'est ici que mon frĂšre, ma sƓur et moi-mĂȘme avons fait nos premiĂšres expĂ©riences sociales. Ça n'est donc pas si Ă©tonnant que ce soit dans cet endroit que le plus souvent nos rĂȘves nous ramĂšnent. Nous rĂȘvons tous les trois de cet endroit et d'aucun autre avant ou aprĂšs celui-ci. Notre imaginaire et nos personnalitĂ©s ont en grande partie Ă©tĂ© façonnĂ©s aux portes du soleil.

Mais c'Ă©tait il y a longtemps, et tous les trois avons passĂ© plus de temps dans nos vies Ă  rĂȘver de cet endroit qu'Ă  y avoir vĂ©cu, de sorte que lorsque nous y retournons, plus rien ne nous semble rĂ©el. C'est comme si le rĂȘve, dans toute son Ă©trangetĂ©, s'emparait physiquement de nos sens. L'Ă©cho des souvenirs est assourdissant. Il n’y a que dans mes rĂȘves que le grand bĂątiment futuriste existe. Et pourtant, cette annĂ©e, il Ă©tait physiquement lĂ . Il a remplacĂ© le foyer insalubre oĂč, enfant, j'allais me faire me couper les cheveux. Un endroit qui n'appartient plus aux rĂȘves ni Ă  la rĂ©alitĂ©.

Symposium For The Devils


#city #diary #strasbourg #photographie #photography #art #freeart #free #libre #artlibre #creativecommons #cc-by-sa #artwork #story #travel #diaspoart #nikon #portrait #darktable

noam@libranet.de

Does anyone play #Duskwood? I've just started this #mystery solving #game, and... There's no reason for me to get involved.

So you got my phone number in a text from the missing person. I don't know any of you. Go to the police.

Poor #story writing. It's highly rated, so I'll give it another chance and hope it improves.

nowisthetime@pod.automat.click

the evil ones murdered the true historians

#why do they #lie about our past #story

#what are they #hiding ?

Scientists research #comet that historians say is impossible! Wilson and Blackett 6th century
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MQUCNweO7O4

#Wilson and #Blackett are ridiculed for #research into a subject that eminent scientists from around the world are working on. The weird world of historians and politicians ridiculing a subject they don’t seem to want to #know more about.