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Sunny & Max posted an update 5 years, 2 months ago
Good afternoon everyone at Giza,
On a different note, since my youth i have been fascinated with Edward Leedskalnin and his Coral Castle.
Along with being drawn to the legend of how he ‘sung to the stones’ ( harmonics? ), so as to move them around singlehandedly while constructing his magnificent structure . . .( https://historydaily.org/how-did-one-man-build-the-coral-castle-alone )
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Yeah, he’s been written off by the mainstream as a kookey lovestruck old man, by most of all society. I read somewhere long ago that he originally wanted to build his structure along the leylines in Florida which he did, only to be forced later to dissemble it when am Army base wanted he land for themselves and move it to where it is presently. I bought some classic Leyden jars a long time ago from EBay Then later made my own and played around with them using a wool blanket and static electricity . . .
Yes it is an amazing story, that’s make you want to find out the secrets behind the events. I’ve always been intrinsically drawn to such dynamic people, Ed was one Tesla was another. If i somehow had been given the opportunity to travel backwards (forwards, sideways, inverted or twisting) in time, it would be to them I’d wish to visit. For some reason, they seem like the real magicians, absorbed in the music of their magic, their unique science which must have been like no other . . .
Last night I had dreams of Ed’s castle, summer, children playing pirates and icrecream cones, somehow the seed of that pleasant scene was planted in my psyche from the exchange. Do you happen to have the title of Ed’s book on magnetism? Thank you in advance . . .
Thank you ever so much . . . I found it online in PDF version for whoever is interested in downloading and printing it like me . . .
( https://magneticuniverse.com/uploads/FileUpload/cf/9db98095b5ce01d2a0cb71886b1b9a.pdf )
It is all too interesting how the things we are draw to as children are those natural wonders, which we hope, in someway will reveal their secrets to us . . . .
Several years ago when my mother was alive but quite ill in the states, I would travel from Europe as often as I could, to spend as much time taking care of her.
That period, was dually difficult as i was struggling for as much quality visitation time with my son as his mother and the courts would allow me. So I found myself crossing between two worlds, two hearts, two loves. I remember the look on both my mother’s and my son’s faces when i had to go, one of such sadness, almost as if a light were dimming. The worse part was when i had to travel back leaving either one each time, my wandering thoughts and guilt from leaving would eat at me.
I found myself lost in fantasy books, a child’s escape from a reality he would otherwise forget. There was one book in particular which I stumbled across called “The Night Circus” by Erin Morgenstern. It is nowhere nearly as great a work as C.S. Lewis’s “Chronicles of Narnia”, but there is something about the circus, performers, magic and childhood which hooked me from the cover. I must have read and reread that title at least a half a dozen times over.
Then while waiting at the airport boarding gate one time, I noticed a picture of clouds in a magazine left on a seat cushion, I picked it up and read the following written in Greek:
” Επιμένω σ’ έναν άλλο κόσμο.
Τον έχω τόσο ονειρευτεί,
τόσο πολύ έχω σεργιανήσει μέσα του
που πια
είναι αδύνατο να μην υπάρχει. ”
~ Χρίστος Λάσκαρης,
‘Απόγευμα προς βράδυ’
(Translated from the above)
“ I insist in another world,
I’ve dreamed of it so,
so much I’ve rambled inside it
that now
it would be impossible for it not to exist.”
~ Christos Laskaris
“Afternoon towards night’
I still daydream a lot, i always have, and probably always will. I’ve been called “unrealistic” and that i live in fantasy land. I prefer my fantasies and daydreams to their ‘realism’. I prefer to believe that somewhere there are worlds where magic is a fantastic science, were everything is possible. A place were ancient secrets are revealed to those who hunger for suppressed and forgotten knowledge, those who are still little kids inside. That childlike curiosity which ebbs and flows among us like the tides of that illusive ether or aether of the universe .
Several years ago when my mother was alive but quite ill in the states, I would travel from Europe as often as I could, to spend as much time taking care of her.
That period, was dually difficult as i was fighting tooth and nail for as much quality visitation time with my son as his mother and the courts would allow me. So I found myself crossing over literally and metaphorically between two worlds, two hearts, two loves. I remember the look on both my mother’s and my son’s faces when i had to go, one of such sadness, almost as if a light were dimming. The worse part was when i had to travel back leaving either one each time, my wandering thoughts and guilt from leaving would eat at me to no end.
I found myself then, for one more time in my life lost in the stories of fantasy books; a child’s escape from a reality he would otherwise forget. There was one book in particular which I stumbled across called “The Night Circus” by Erin Morgenstern. It is nowhere nearly as great a work as C.S. Lewis’s “Chronicles of Narnia”, or but there is something about the circus, performers, magic and childhood which hooked me from thus opening line. After finishing it, i realized a similarity between another novel by the name of “The Prestige” by Christopher Priest, a film adaptation of the book with the same name was made by writer director Christopher Nolan. There is a certain intrigue that comes from the rivalry between two stage magicians, fantastic illusionists, that keeps you glued to the page. I must have read and reread those two titles at least a half a dozen times a piece alternating between the two. Daydreams of magic and its possibilities to alter an otherwise reality which was not of your choosing has an appeal like no other.
Then while waiting at the airport boarding gate one time, I noticed an airline magazine left on a seat cushion, and curiously picked it up to skim through it. The magazine was an AirFrance airline Greek French edition which featured the short poetry from various Greek contemporary authors, after reading several pieces my eyes fell on one in particular:
” Επιμένω σ’ έναν άλλο κόσμο.
Τον έχω τόσο ονειρευτεί,
τόσο πολύ έχω σεργιανήσει μέσα του
που πια
είναι αδύνατο να μην υπάρχει. ”
~ Χρίστος Λάσκαρης,
‘Απόγευμα προς βράδυ’
(Translated from the above)
“ I insist in another world,
I’ve dreamed of it so,
so much I’ve rambled inside it
that now,
it would be impossible for it not to exist.”
~ Christos Laskaris
“Afternoon towards night’
Something about ‘intention ’ and willing something (a world) into being reminded me of two titles I had read almost a decade before by Lynn McTaggart, initially “The Field” and later the “The Intention Experiment”.
I still daydream a lot, i always have, and probably always will. As far as intention, i haven’t had much sucess in my personal life although something tells me, that I’ve been doing it wrong all along, or that ‘others’ group intention have simply overcome my own. From time to time, I’ve been called “unrealistic” and that i live in my own little fantasy land. But I prefer my fantasies and daydreams to their ‘realism’ of those who have no heart as lesser still, imagination. I prefer to believe that somewhere there are worlds where magic is a fantastic science still yet undiscovered, were everything is possible. A place were ancient secrets are revealed to those who hunger for suppressed and forgotten knowledge, those who are still little kids inside with a voracious curiosity and a persistent insistence to uncover ‘buried treasure’. That childlike curiosity which ebbs and flows among us like the tides of that illusive ether or aether of the universe.
Several years ago when my mother was alive but quite ill in the states, I would travel from Europe as often as I could, to spend as much time taking care of her.
That period, was dually difficult as i was fighting tooth and nail for as much quality visitation time with my son as his mother and the courts would allow me. So I found myself crossing over literally and metaphorically between two worlds, two hearts, two loves. I remember the look on both my mother’s and my son’s faces when i had to go, one of such sadness, almost as if a light were dimming. The worse part was when i had to travel back leaving either one each time, my wandering thoughts and guilt from leaving would eat at me to no end.
I found myself then, for one more time in my life lost in the stories of fantasy books; a child’s escape from a reality he would otherwise forget. There was one book in particular which I stumbled across called “The Night Circus” by Erin Morgenstern. It is nowhere nearly as great a work as C.S. Lewis’s “Chronicles of Narnia”, or but there is something about the circus, performers, magic and childhood which hooked me from thus opening line. After finishing it, i realised a similarity between another novel by the name of “The Prestige” by Christopher Priest, a film adaptation of the book with the same name was made by writer director Christopher Nolan. There is a certain intrigue that comes from the rivalry between two stage magicians, fantastic illusionists, that keeps you glued to the page. I must have read and reread those two titles at least a half a dozen times a piece alternating between the two. Daydreams of magic and its possibilities to alter an otherwise reality which was not of your choosing has an appeal like no other.
Then while waiting at the airport boarding gate one time, I noticed an airline magazine left on a seat cushion, and curiously picked it up to skim through it. The magazine was an AirFrance airline Greek French edition which featured the short poetry from various Greek contemporary authors, after reading several pieces my eyes fell on one in particular:
” Επιμένω σ’ έναν άλλο κόσμο.
Τον έχω τόσο ονειρευτεί,
τόσο πολύ έχω σεργιανήσει μέσα του
που πια
είναι αδύνατο να μην υπάρχει. ”
~ Χρίστος Λάσκαρης,
‘Απόγευμα προς βράδυ’
(Translated from the above)
“ I insist in another world,
I’ve dreamed of it so,
so much I’ve rambled inside it
that now,
it would be impossible for it not to exist.”
~ Christos Laskaris
“Afternoon towards night’
Something about ‘intention ’ and willing something (a world) into being reminded me of two titles I had read almost a decade before by Lynn McTaggart, initially “The Field” and later the “The Intention Experiment”.
I still daydream a lot, i always have, and probably always will. As far as intention, i haven’t had much success in my personal life although something tells me, that I’ve been doing it wrong all along, or that ‘others’ group intention have simply overcome my own. From time to time, I’ve been called “unrealistic” and that i live in my own little fantasy land. But I prefer my fantasies and daydreams to their ‘realism’ of those who have no heart as lesser still, imagination. I prefer to believe that somewhere there are worlds where magic is a fantastic science still yet undiscovered, were everything is possible. A place were ancient secrets are revealed to those who hunger for suppressed and forgotten knowledge, those who are still little kids inside with a voracious curiosity and a persistent insistence to uncover ‘buried treasure’. That childlike curiosity which ebbs and flows among us like the tides of that illusive ether or aether of the universe . . .
Hopefully one day I will get the chance to visit there with my boy. I read somewhere a while back that his castle was being offered up for sale. I am not sure how much credence there was to that, although i would like to believe that Ed Leedskalnin’s castle wouldn’t be lost from the world that easily.