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Post by Roshan on Oct 16, 2020 11:42:38 GMT -5
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Post by Roshan on Oct 18, 2020 1:56:48 GMT -5
This photo of Valerie is staggeringly similar to Grace at 2'55". Same fixes different stacking. Valerie sp/SX, Grace sp/SO. There's a lot of images of Grace that are similar to her but don't have the photos to show it, at least not atm, and anyway this is particularly striking. 8@2 "Innocence".
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Post by vincent on Oct 18, 2020 6:22:32 GMT -5
Yes indeed, staggeringly Different flow but very very similar.
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Post by Roshan on Oct 25, 2020 11:44:48 GMT -5
V (Island Song)
These New Puritans
On the Island There are no places or people And I'll go walking And on the way I'll find you On the way I'll find The magic trick inverts And the way to get there Is going round in circles
Cuz I am the searchlight Not the seeker, not the found And I am the midwife Not the newborn, not the bearer Gave birth to the child and came back again Shut your eyes and listen And the way to get there La-da-da-da-da-da-da
I am the wood fire Not the broken, not the crowned And I am the midwife Gave birth to the child and came back again And I am the murder Not the suspect, not the victim And I am the reasons Not the questions, not the answers (the air) And I am the mourner Not the suspect, not the victim And I am the reasons Not the questions, not the answers (the air)
La-da-da-da, wherever you will find them
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Post by Roshan on Nov 19, 2020 10:34:24 GMT -5
Just stumbled upon this by syncrhroniciitous ways.
"It is the nature of desire not to be satisfied, and most men live only for the gratification of it. The beginning of reform is not so much to equalize property as to train the noble sort of natures not to desire more, and to prevent the lower from getting more.
Aristotle'"
Noteworthy--Reform = 1, Desire = 4 and 7, both line to 1; also Desire = 8, exteriorized gut in contrast to interiorized gut 1, on either side of 9 the alpha/omega. Etc. tbcd
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Post by Roshan on Nov 19, 2020 10:46:45 GMT -5
V (Island Song)
These New Puritans
On the Island There are no places or people And I'll go walking And on the way I'll find you On the way I'll find The magic trick inverts And the way to get there Is going round in circles
Cuz I am the searchlight Not the seeker, not the found And I am the midwife Not the newborn, not the bearer Gave birth to the child and came back again Shut your eyes and listen And the way to get there La-da-da-da-da-da-da
I am the wood fire Not the broken, not the crowned And I am the midwife Gave birth to the child and came back again And I am the murder Not the suspect, not the victim And I am the reasons Not the questions, not the answers (the air) And I am the mourner Not the suspect, not the victim And I am the reasons Not the questions, not the answers (the air)
La-da-da-da, wherever you will find them btw I didn't put this up for myself or link it to a critical part of my post in response to Rian's thread on why we do typing for myself either. I already know the song and the video well.
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Post by Roshan on Nov 19, 2020 10:59:08 GMT -5
As I was born and borne to undergo the process in the song and the accompanying animation multiple times in my life so should anyone working with me here be at very least willing to both acknowledge and try to understand it, with the 'working hypothesis' that they too perhaps one day also shall--and shall because they should, because it is 'a good'. Otherwise...well...like I've said before, when not under maintenance, most of the forum is viewable by the general public for a reason. And since I've just reorganized the forum, now even more of it is. Just sayin' folks, just sayin'.
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Post by Roshan on Nov 19, 2020 11:18:13 GMT -5
btw vincent , this 'band' really consists of two British brothers. Pretty sure without looking back at them they're a pair of Alpha introvert duals (no wait activity partners vincent), the more creative force one a TiNe of the Ramana/Weil/Eliot sort and the more production promo one SiFe. I'd intended for a long time to one day get to looking at their E types but I felt we didn't understand the stackings enough to really go there yet. And now atm their ct's seem more relevant. I think when the song says "on the island...on the way you'll find the magic trick inverts and the way to get there is going round in circles", this is an example of that sort of Ne explorer ship function falling off the edge of the earth to be eaten/convergeed by the sea monster of Ni except oc the eartth is after all round etc
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Post by Admin on Nov 21, 2020 9:21:50 GMT -5
When looking into a topic ass broad as the Cathars one will come upon all manner of unexpected actors, actions and acted upon in this our human history. Being dualists there is always talk along with the Cathars of the Manichaeans, though Manichaeism died out in Europe hundreds of years before the earliest extant record of Cathars in France and it is far more commonly thought Catharism came from the Bogomils of Bulgaria (whose own Manichaean influence may however be underplayed). At any rate in following the bread crumbs (and not that many of 'em btw) I found Emperor Wuzong of Tang and I felt he deserved his own place on my blog. Not on my Cathars thread though . Because he was a Taoist and fought for the Tao. Because this great fight took him six great years. This is the act and the acted upon; the link to the actor is in it. All hail, Wuzong of Tang.
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Post by Admin on Nov 22, 2020 6:47:23 GMT -5
I am finally getting the tritype 'sticky' exemplars up. Karen Carpenter was to be 135; her full type may need to be tweaked. I got involved with her when the song below just popped up out of nowhere on yt last year. I wasn't familiar with the song and it hit me hard: shit, she was 5w6 fixed!
Then I looked quite a bit into all this. The song was her brother's 'baby' and he did not write the original; they spent as much time on it as on a full album and I'm sure it reflected his deep understanding, largely subconscious, of the meaning of them.
Richard is triple attached or very close to it, she was triple competency or very close to it. Eye of the Hurricane and Mission Control. Together they were a kind of divining rod seeking the perfect from the void but I think Richard knew she was 'too perfect' for this earth and he was, we were, going to lose her.
If you grew up in the 70s in New York destined to be among the tragically hip there was just no way you could not take the Carpenters for granted like wallpaper, nor was there in the 80s or 90s any way you could take them seriously other than for the cruel, relentless irony that Karen had (dis)embodied the starvation underlying the glossy surface of the postwar American dream, the tupperware Mythos Americans.
There was also no way you could not start to have a glimmer, an inkling, that there was something more to it than that. There is a lot more to it. A lot.
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Post by Admin on Nov 22, 2020 7:28:20 GMT -5
vincent they may have been TeSi and TiSe contraries that shadowed in and out of each other. They had a very conflicted relationship around control. From childhood, he was the golden boy, she was the tagalong. But she got thrust into the limelight by the industry. He craved the limelight and resented but depended on her for it. She meanwhile never acclimated to the limelight. He became an addict, she an anorexic. When she attempted to strike out on her own he pulled her back. The success of the project continued because of and despite each other while they ate each other and were eaten alive.
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Post by Admin on Nov 22, 2020 7:41:24 GMT -5
vincent Richard had that same bloodcurdling, chilling 'chill' of KTiSe proclamation that once you find the right ingredients to make your art after much experimentation you stick with 'em and thats that. An oxymoronic 'recipe for greatness' so to say, that eschews Ni via a straight, forward Se thrust from the TI conceptualization to the converged (non)meaning of it all, meanwhile Fe seeking with the anodyne bromides of the lyrics, the image, and yet... (and yeah I may move this to new thread, I may/will probably also incorporate the hidden thread on Karen or parts of it...)
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Post by Admin on Nov 22, 2020 7:58:07 GMT -5
It is 1974. I am with her in the rented car my mother is driving. We are going to Tampa/Saint Pete from Miami Beach where we have just spent about two weeks in a condo on South Beach--before it 'became' South Beach again--loaned to my father by a business associate in case we wanted to vacation, but he didn't but my mom did and so she and I went and took Ellie too. And then we went to Clearwater and drove through Saint Pete; reason being Ellie and her family had lived there for a while. We drove through the two story apartment complex they had lived in which to my New York eyes looked for all the world like a motel. I remember Ellie saying something about one of the neighbors having sexual relations with a large dog and my mother being quite disgusted. I was just trying to remember how we managed it, how we managed to go from Miami to St. Pete in the rented car and then get the plane home but we didn't, we drove home. My mother, who had given up our car when I was about five and very rarely drove, drove us back from Miami to New York. And I know this must have been the case because I remember we stopped off in Virginia, in the suburbs of DC, and met a cousin and her husband and son, and I remember Ellie saying to me furtively in her half Puerto Rican social Four Bronx voice, "I dig him, Robin". This is a memory that pops up from time to time out of the blue as certain memories will do with me, Ellie saying "I dig him, Robin", and it was en route from Miami, which just goes to show you how barren the tupperware Americansscape was, that you could travel all that way and not remember because of the sameness of the highway. But that was it. We drove back and stayed overnight in Virginia. Be that as it may, on the way to Tampa/Saint Pete (or who knows, perhaps even north of there), I heard the song below for the very first time. And it was kind of like time both stopped and started, and I knew just where I was in time, and that I would/will/have not/didn't forget that moment. But have I? Have I really remembered it until now or does it just seem like I have? And for that matter, what about "I dig him, Robin"? In any case, it is not entirely correct to say that in the Seventies I took the Carpenters for granted. Yes, they were like wallpaper but wallpaper you were very fond of and admired, even though like nursery wallpaper it was just too pink, like Pepto Bismol. It was too perfect even for the feelings to be felt and yet they were felt fully as part of the immortal stream of time (of Si >> Ni time), a kind of a teflon bride and groom on a lacy Mount Rushmore wedding cake. and this I see as something like Four between One and Two. And that's why hearing this song for the first time stood out so much: because it was specifically explicitly about time, about the place of the car radio and of the song itself in time. And because we were in a car going from somewhere to somewhere and through Ellie's past and all the rest of it... enneaforum.freeforums.net/post/10035/thread(Edit: hmmm...there is a problem here. Yesterday Once More peaked in the summer of 1973, that was the summer before I entered high school. Ellie and I could not have possibly met--certainly not travelled together--until 74. And it's also just not possible before I got into disco in high school when I met Monica Chávez in the first semester in Spanish class and she introduced me to the Cubans from the C&B Bar that I wouldn't have known all the songs on at top of the Billboard Top 100 and the Top Forty...soooo...hmmm...)
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Post by vincent on Nov 22, 2020 8:15:26 GMT -5
vincent they may have been TeSi and TiSe contraries that shadowed in and out of each other. They had a very conflicted relationship around control. From childhood, ee was the golden boy, she was the tagalong. But she got thrust into the limelight by the industry. He craved the limelight and resented but depended on her for it. She meanwhile never acclimated to the limelight. He became an addict, she an anorexic. When she attempted to strike out on her own he pulled her back. The success of the project continued because of and despite each other while they ate each other and were eaten alive.
Yes, i think these typings are right, and extinguisher relationship... inescapable under the limelight... makes a LOT of sense.
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Post by Admin on Nov 22, 2020 8:22:55 GMT -5
"Yes, i think these typings are right, and extinguisher relationship... inescapable under the limelight... makes a LOT of sense."--by vincent Ah vincenzo, the typings are right, I can see it just on still photos. That fake vacuous smile with the dull low-grade microwaved radiance of TiSe pretending to be present while the eyes are thinking...thinking...and she is just so TeSi... he extinguished her in the fullest (and emptiest) sense of the word but as I have also tried to show here, there is much, much more to it than that.
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