humanism, magick, oracles, shamanism, storytelling
Author: hgoei
Totem komt uit de Ojibwa-taal, maar hetzelfde idee komt ook voor in andere sjamanistische tradities:
voor hen is een totem verbonden aan de clan binnen de stam.
Het idee van krachtdier komt in meerdere sjamanistische tradities voor waarbij zo’n wezen specifiek is verbonden aan een individu.
Als je in een academische discussie een verwijzing doet naar ‘andere bronnen’ om te bewijzen dat het anders ligt dan een reeds geciteerde bron, dan moet dat verifieerbaar zijn met bronvermelding.
Anders kan je net zo goed zeggen dat jouw info afkomstig is van een vizioen, op zich heeft dat ook wel een bepaalde waarde maar dan kom je in een andere soort discussie terecht.
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
Heigh ho, the dairy-o, a hunting we will go
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
We’ll catch a fox and put him in a box
And then we’ll let him go
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
Heigh ho, the dairy-o, a hunting we will go
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
We’ll catch a fish and put him on a dish
And then we’ll let him go
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
Heigh ho, the dairy-o, a hunting we will go
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
We’ll catch a bear and cut his hair
And then we’ll let him go
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
Heigh ho, the dairy-o, a hunting we will go
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
We’ll catch a pig and dance a little jig
And then we’ll let him go
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
Heigh ho, the dairy-o, a hunting we will go
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
We’ll catch a giraffe and make him laugh
And then we’ll let him go
If I give my heart to you
Will you handle it with care?
Will you always treat me tenderly?
And in every way be fair?
If I give my heart to you
Will you give me all your love?
Will you swear that you’ll be true to me?
By the light that shines above?
And will you sigh with me when I’m sad?
Smile with me when I’m glad?
And always be as you are with me tonight?
Think it over and be sure
Please don’t answer till you do
When you promise all these things to me
Then I’ll give my heart to you
Think it over and be sure
Please don’t answer till you do
When you promise all these things to me
Then I’ll give my heart to you
Doris Day
De Europese Unie stelt in een verklaring van voorzitter Slovenië dat Fitna geen ander doel dient dan het “aanwakkeren van haat”.
Wat gaan wij eraan doen?
bya de khrung khrung dkar mo
nga la gshog rtsal gyar dang
thag ring rgyang la mi gro
li thang bskor nas slebs yong
Hey there, white crane,
Lend me your agile wings.
I will not go too far –
Just around Lithang, then Ill be back.
As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it’s dread tatoo
But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war
‘Twas better to die ‘neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia’s Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew
‘Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva’s waves or the shore of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse’s side or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep ‘neath the shroud of the foggy dew
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom’s light might shine through the foggy dew
Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I’d kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foggy_Dew_(Irish_songs)
Maybe there’s a country you haven’t heard about yet
High in the mountains north of India, a place called Tibet
People living there’s highest aspiration
Was to be the kindest person in the nation
No, it wasn’t a contest
They weren’t into competition
But they knew when you plant a seed it grows to fruition
It’s like the golden rule
As you sow shall you reap
They understood that karma runs pretty deep
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, free Tibet
It went on like that for 12 or 13 hundred years
They could see the way things really are,
They could see really clear
Then one day the Chinese government invaded to liberate them
Chairman Mao always taught that power comes from the barrel of a gun
The rest of the story is a tragedy still going on
When you put love up against lead it doesn’t take long
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, free Tibet
So far they murdered a million unarmed Tibetans for their religious belief
They’ve laid the land to waste, there is only grief
6000 temples have been destroyed, nuns and monks imprisoned in this drama
And people have been thrown in jail for possessing a picture of His Holiness the Dalai Lama
You better take notice, even if now you think you’re doing fine
When they come knocking through your door
You’ve run out of time
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, free Tibet
Free Tibet, Free Tibet, Free Tibet
Leroy Montana
Als iemand de film ‘der Ewige Jude’ zou aankondigen, zou dat ook vallen onder vrijheid van meningsuiting?
Ik dacht het niet…
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
There’s a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Some day I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemondrops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can’t I?
Some day I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemondrops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can’t I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I?
(Arlen-Harburg)
Welzijnswerk in Amsterdam Westerpark
author + reader
Dreamquest 
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