Free at last! Free at last!

 

Remembering the CBD facts

 One girl was evacuated during the blockade of Leningrad. Her name was Lenochka.

She was so little and exhausted, that she forgot her last name. She lost a whole family; mother, grandmother, elder brother...

A special group of skinny girls found her - they were going from apartment to apartment during a terrible blockade winter looking for children whose parents had died or were dying...

This is how they discovered Lenochka and could evacuate her. She didn't remember being carried across the ice with other children in a shaking truck, she didn't remember getting to the orphanage; she was little. Like a skinny midget with a big head on a thin neck...

And she refused to eat anymore. This is what happens with dystrophy. She was laying in bed or sitting in a chair by the stove. She was getting hot. And she kept her mouth shut. They thought Lenochka would die. Many children died already during the evacuation; severe exhaustion and no strength to live and eat. And to play. And to breathe...

One-legged topper, war veteran uncle Kolja, about twenty years old, unpacked a doll from an old towel. Somehow he cut it, folded it, sewn it and it became an ugly doll. He drew the doll's eyes and mouth with an indelible pencil. And a crooked nose.

He gave a doll to Lenochka and seriously said:

"You, Lenochka, cradle the doll. And teach her to eat well! You are now a mommy doll. Take good care of her. "

And this Lenochka suddenly grabbed a doll and pressed it together. She began to pet her with thin hands. At dinner, she fed the doll porridge and whispered something loving to her. And in the end, she ate porridge and a piece of bread herself...

And so Lenochka slept with the doll and warmed her by the stove, hugged her, and got upset because of her. Because of an ugly doll made of an old towel with painted eyes ...

The girl has survived. Because she couldn’t die; she had to take care of the doll, you know?

HAVING SOMEONE TO TAKE CARE OF IS A HUGE LIFE FOR SOME PEOPLE.

For people like this girl was. Who later became a nurse and lived a long life. And her hands were always busy. And she had a heart full of love.

A quiet pre burial.

https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/1571265872869695489.html 

processing Murthy's shit.

 

Murthy's Ice pick.

 

Dr Kheriaty.

 

Oria: An over emotional shepherd's rest

 

Woke up in the throes of whatever, but made it to the truncated shepherd's rest and a group of mortuary brits. Some what struggled to connect out of the mire of yesterday's olibanum compound, and the deep bruising of things old and collected in the heart. The subtle seep of hurting, that still wont quite give. After the meetup, had a delightful walk around Oria, up past bright colours, and some left open studio, of an abstract artist, to the high fortifications of falling masonry, and a wide, low brim of a view. A Map work  circle of valleys. neat patches and greening shadows down below, sewn, and spread, in a vast and impressive circular arc. There was a calmness to this place where soldiers, must have watched for the approach of other territory. A simmering silence, that flowed like eddies around me. I had followed the trail upwards of a group of Spaniards , attaching to their easy happiness so obviously from out of town. A cluster of adolescent boys and girls, those usual tight knit age-mates, the ones that only ever look inwards, never seeing past their edges to whatever lurks alone. These large age groups are the norm here, they think and move as one. Uniformity, set in the sure knowledge of long acquaintance. Well woven, I observed their easy calls and interplays, the easiness of youth, before moving down the hill alone. In the belly of the town I found a small and unusually quiet place, collecting in the stones of a pretty plaza, and a large and salty looming lady of our grace. It reminded me of an Italian piazza, Michael Corleone's wife, on a quiet afternoon-ed day. Something in residence behind closed doors, something put away. That was the kind of old it had. There was a special kind of silence, here, something far more gathered, than the usual set of siestas in small obscure, out of the way places. This old plaza, with it's one eyed dog, and absence of greeting, had something unique and quiet to say. Here for a moment on a warm, step, in the quiet wind, watching the Amazon man trying after several attempts to make a difficult delivery, I sat and tried to  feel my way. Letting the afternoon winter sun, sift past the threatening emergence of lost and covered things, olong paths that discreetly obscure the way. From there it was back through other places:  back rides, and rough roads, that were singular but correct.  Anxious cuttings, and dark sure forests, that somehow emerged in Cullar. Somewhere that I knew. From there it was, on instinct, to Mercadona, dodging old patterns, and the toilet out pourings, of  the usual one way streets. People who got to know me too easy for my own good. Drawing up my bridges, and guardians; I bought kefir, and ribs, and went home to where "Judy" and a fire awaited. Next time my Olibanum compound is getting reduced by 1/3. MB

Closing the shutters and cutting the threads day II/no to the alc-ys

 

Two days rain/ the Americans have gone

 Sophia Magdalena Scholl (1921-1943) was a Christian anti-Nazi political activist, active within the non-violent White Rose Resistance group. Scholl, along with her brother Hans, were imprisoned, convicted of high treason and beheaded for distributing anti-Nazi literature. The White Rose Resistance sought to bring an end to the oppression of the Jews and others while the majority of the German church remained silent.

These where her final words before she was executed:

"How can we expect righteousness to prevail when there is hardly anyone willing to give himself up individually to a righteous cause. Such a fine, sunny day, and I have to go, but what does my death matter, if through us, thousands of people are awakened and stirred to action?"~Sophie Scholl

Another excellent word from Scholl:

"The real damage is done by those millions who want to 'survive.' The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves - or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honour, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small... die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the boogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn."~Sophie Scholl

Photos colorized and enhanced by moi." Matthew Willard Lankford

Canada crosses the Rubicon/ iPhone super.

 

Avoiding the poison dwarf.

http://bluesjunctionproductions.com/the_top_fifty_influential_blues_artists_of_all_time

 

Bored stiff and olive oil broken.

 https://www.bitchute.com/video/9XyIvGkUbQkb/

3 synchros in one day and one of them included Sharon.

https://t.me/rtvisual/1022 

No more chorizo. Bloody or otherwise

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9249237/Remarkable-unseen-pictures-shed-light-courage-black-Civil-War-soldiers.html 

Great British working class, repelling Fascists for over 80 years

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FuXR2wFHA0&fbclid=IwAR24U3rFudPzEGcC7fOjkS77bnIgIlVX0PPdTM4hcCG7umEfHtMQluQZpVE

Bitching Saal.

Fighting the purge and waiting the uprise.

" ..Little is known about the foreigners who made up nearly a third of Nelson's flagship, and the many more who served on the other men of war in Nelson's fleet that day...The black sailors were such an integral part of the Royal Navy that a black figure is given a key role in the painting of the death of Nelson by Daniel Maclise which is in the Walker Art Gallery, Liverpool, with a copy on the wall of the Royal Gallery in the House of Lords. The sailor, flanked by two redcoats, is pictured in the centre of the canvas, standing over the dying Nelson, and he is pointing up at the rigging, probably at the sniper who fired the fatal ball that had penetrated Lord Nelson's spine...An almost identical black figure was also carved later on the plinth on the south side of Nelson's Column in Trafalgar Square. The man is unidentified, but may be one of the nine West Indians who were listed on board the Victory at the battle. They include Jonathan Hardy, 25, an ordinary seaman, John Thomas, 23, a Jamaican landsman, or John Francois, 32, an ordinary seaman. George Ryan, 24, also was listed as "African''
https://www.independent.co.uk/…/the-black-heroes-of-trafalg…

Johan Blanke

Johan Blanke

"Little is known of Blanke's life, but he was paid 8d per day by Henry VII. A surviving document from the accounts of the Treasurer of the Chamber records a payment of 20 shillings to "John Blanke the blacke trumpet" as wages for the month of November 1507, with payments of the same amount continuing monthly through the next year.[6] He successfully petitioned Henry VIII for a wage increase.[7]... The Westminster Tournament Roll is an illuminated, 60-foot-long manuscript now held by the College of Arms; it recorded the royal procession to the lavish tournament held on 12 and 13 February 1511 to celebrate the birth of a son, Henry, Duke of Cornwall (d. 23 February 1511), to Catherine and Henry VIII on New Year's Day 1511. John Blanke is depicted twice, as one of the six trumpeters on horseback in the royal retinue. All six of the trumpeters wear yellow and grey livery, and bear a trumpet decorated with the royal arms; Blanke alone wears a brown and yellow turban, while the others are bare-headed with longish hair. He appears a second time in the roll, wearing a green and gold head covering."

Fuck you Laurence Fox+ messenger.

African-American soldiers return home from Europe after the First World War in 1918



Indian troops march through France in August 1914. India, Pakistan and Bangladesh had already sent two infantry and two cavalry divisions to the Western Front by the end of 1914



Two Senegalese soldiers serving in the French Army as infantrymen, in June 1917. They were part of the Tirailleurs Sénégalais and from the Bambara, a Mandé ethnic group in West Africa



A Sikh regiment marching in France in 1914, where Indian soldiers made a huge contribution



A patrol of Indian lancers near Amiens in France soon after the outbreak of war in autumn 1914. The I Indian Corps of 3rd (Lahore) and 7th (Meerut) were part of Indian Expeditionary Force A



A Sikh soldier lines up with three British comrades on the Western Front during the war in 1917



Sikh soldiers from the Indian Service Corps with British Army soldiers on the Western Front in the war in 1916. ISC members were from all over India and also performed labouring tasks

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7911347/Soldiers-Empire-DID-fight-regiments-British-WWI.html#comments

Ely.It's a female thing.

THE STORY OF ELY CATHEDRAL
THE STORY OF ELY CATHEDRAL BEGINS IN SAXON TIMES WITH THE LIFE OF ITS FOUNDER, ST. ETHELDREDA.

St Etheldreda

Etheldreda (Æthelthryth, Ediltrudis, Audrey) (d.679), queen, foundress and abbess of Ely. She was the daughter of Anna, king of East Anglia, and was born, probably, at Exning, near Newmarket in Suffolk. At an early age she was married (c.652) to Tondberht, ealdorman of the South Gyrwas, but she remained a virgin. On his death, c.655, she retired to the Isle of Ely, her dowry. In 660, for political reasons, she was married to Egfrith, the young king of Northumbria who was then only 15 years old, and several years younger than her. He agreed that she should remain a virgin, as in her previous marriage, but 12 years later he wished their marital relationship to be normal. Etheldreda, advised and aided by Wilfred, bishop of Northumbria, refused. Egfrith offered bribes in vain. Etheldreda left him and became a nun at Coldingham under her aunt Ebbe (672) and founded a double monastery at Ely in 673. (from FARMER, David: The Oxford Dictionary of Saints, 3rd ed. OUP, 1992.)

Etheldreda restored an old church at Ely, reputedly destroyed by Penda, pagan king of the Mercians, and built her monastery on the site of what is now Ely Cathedral. After its restoration in 970 by Ethelwold it became the richest abbey in England except for Glastonbury.

Etheldreda's monastery flourished for 200 years until it was destroyed by the Danes. It was refounded as a Benedictine community in 970.

Etheldreda died c.680 from a tumour on the neck, reputedly as a divine punishment for her vanity in wearing necklaces in her younger days; in reality it was the result of the plague which also killed several of her nuns, many of whom were her sisters or nieces. At St Audrey's Fair necklaces of silk and lace were sold, often of very inferior quality, hence the derivation of the word tawdry from St Audrey.

17 years after her death her body was found to be incorrupt: Wilfred and her physician Cynefrid were among the witnesses. The tumour on her neck, cut by her doctor, was found to be healed. The linen cloths in which her body was wrapped were as fresh as the day she had been buried. Her body was placed in a stone sarcophagus of Roman origin, found at Grantchester and reburied.

Four scenes from the life of St Etheldreda, (Society of Antiquaries of London)

For centuries, Etheldreda's shrine was the focus for vast numbers of medieval pilgrims. It was destroyed in 1541, but a slate in the Cathedral marks the spot where it stood. The 23 June and 17 October are still kept as major festivals in the Cathedral. Some relics are alleged to be in St Etheldreda's Church, Ely Place, London (where the bishops of Ely formerly had their London residence). Her hand, which was discovered in a recusant hiding place near Arundel in 1811, is claimed by St Etheldreda's Roman Catholic church at Ely.

Eternal God,
who bestowed such grace upon your servant Etheldreda
that she gave herself wholly to the life of prayer
and to the service of your true religion:
grant that we, like her,
may so live our lives on earth seeking your kingdom
that by your guiding
we may be joined to the glorious fellowship of your saints; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Work on the present Cathedral began in the 11th century under the leadership of Abbot Simeon, and the monastic church became a cathedral in 1109 with the Diocese of Ely being carved out of the Diocese of Lincoln. The monastery at Ely was dissolved by Henry VIII in 1539. Ely suffered less than many other monasteries, but even so, statues were destroyed together with carvings and stained glass. St Etheldreda's Shrine was destroyed.

St. Etheldreda Banner

The Cathedral was refounded with a Chapter of eight canons in 1541 as was the Kings School.
Robert Steward, the last Prior of the monastery, became the first Dean.

The first major restoration took place in the 18th Century under James Essex. With the arrival of Dean George Peacock in 1839 a second restoration project began. Together with the architect Sir George Gilbert Scott, he restored the building to its former glory.

A third major restoration project, the most extensive to date, was begun in 1986 and was completed in the year 2000.

The Etheldreda Banner was made by Miss Yams of Bayswater in 1910 and is still used today during great processions at Ely Cathedral. It depicts Saint Etheldreda with a crosier as first Abbess of Ely, and around her, are the coats of arms of the See (top left), the University of Cambridge (bottom left), the Dean and Chapter of Ely (top right), and the Borough (now City) of Cambridge (bottom right); the arms at the top are those of Frederick Henry Chase, Bishop of Ely 1905-1924.

THE ELY SEQUENCE or 'The Story of Etheldreda' is sung at Ely on her feast days, 23 June and 17 October.

1. Now, our hymn to God upraising, Sing we of a queen's amazing Lowliness of mind, today; Who her royal state rejected And, impelled by love, elected In Christ's holy rule to stay.	2. See-as men her way impedeth, As she follows where God leadeth, Lo, her staff breaks out in flower. Far aside all hindrance thrusting, Loving God, Him only trusting, She is strengthened in that hour.
3. See, the flood the saint protecteth; God the plans of men correcteth; She is safe from strife at last. Bound to prayer for man's salvation And to daily adoration, To her Lord alone held fast.	4. So, by God to Ely called, o'er His virgin flock installed Mother, by Saint Wilfrid's hand; Now, through work and word, she teacheth Of the blessed way that reacheth Unto life's eternal land.
5. Ely's shrine of wondrous beauty, Kept by men of faith and duty Through long years of change and strife, Still is here to tell the story Of how grace leads on to glory And to everlasting life. file:///C:/Users/Admin/Downloads/Tota_integra_tota_incorrupta_The_Shrine.pdf	6. Etheldreda's holy living Urgeth us to heartfelt giving Of ourselves to God today. May her prayers, for us ascending, Gain us joys that know no ending With the saints on high for aye. Amen. Alleluya.