Archive for the ‘Numerology’ category

Harleen: Gym Shred

September 6, 2015

I got a lot of compliments today on the new Harley Quinn tee my sista bought me for my birthday. She gave it to me yesterday and I had to turn around and apologize to her for taking scissors to a brand new shirt, but I created another masterpiece last night! I think so anyway! 😉


••Mandrill's Gym••


••Railyard Park••

~Kill Switch~

October 20, 2012


Original poem and digital composite by Felicia Lujan
Composite features seven layers and six images including: labyrinthine circuit board lines; an Ethernet switch; a blue light; a sugar skull; a blue rose; and the number one doubled. “A kill switch, also known as an e-stop, is a security mechanism used to shut off a device in an emergency situation in which it cannot be shut down in the usual manner. Unlike a normal shut-down switch/procedure, which shuts down all systems in an orderly fashion and turns the machine off without damaging it, a kill switch is designed and configured to a) completely abort the operation at all costs and b) be operable in a manner that is quick, simple (so that even a panicking user with impaired executive function can operate it), and, usually, c) be obvious even to an untrained operator or a bystander. Many kill switches feature a removable barrier or other protection against accidental activation.”



“All systems failed,” molten overload~
smoke clouds my eyes so I can’t see.

Shatter my sky with electric sparks
until I writhe with needless agony.


Technologist~delight supreme~ the
bits and bytes eat an ever shrouded heart.

Penchant one please hit the switch, flesh
on my knees gone from the start.


Only heat can melt away frostbitten
dreams of eternal sleepy nights.

No earthly tribute would ever satiate
or bring my face into the light.


This debility a poison true,
every wire flushed out with pain.

Intangible~ you should reach for it.
Hit the kill switch~ keep me sane.


by Felicia Lujan
October 19, 2012

The 50 Dollar Question

February 15, 2012
50 dollars I found yesterday...

50 dollars I found yesterday…


Thoughts lead on to purposes; purposes go forth in action; actions form habits; habits decide character; and character fixes our destiny. 

~Tryon Edwards



If you found $50, would you keep it?  Or would you return it if you didn’t need it? Ahhh, what a moral dilemma. Well that was just the case for me yesterday- and so here is my story.

The morning bustle remained routine, until I ripped into the parking lot at Daryn’s school. I parked and delivered my usual list of instructions- “unbuckle, get your lunch, grab your backpack, and hurry it up!” I jumped out of my runner and rounded the rear. While I was reaching for D’z hand, I noticed something on the floor. It was a small paper and a fifty dollar bill. I looked around, and then made the pickup. While I walked Daryn down the hall, I contemplated all the things I could buy (that I didn’t really need) with the cash. When I returned to my vehicle, I sat for a bit and looked at the money. I wondered if the money belonged to someone who needed it more than I? Maybe it was money for their medicine? Maybe it was to pay for school lunch or groceries? Maybe the money was not mine after all? I knew I had to give it back, but who did the money belong to? I started my runner, and then I opened the note. I started to read. There was a grocery list, some medicine, and a cryptic note about a science fair project. Now, this had become a job for a detective. I slowly rolled out of the parking lot and headed for work.

When I arrived at work, I talked with my boss and my friend Gail about the money. Both agreed that I was doing the right thing by attempting to return the money, as did Mike. Throughout the day, I opened the note a few times to read it. The person who lost the money appeared to work for the Department of Indian Affairs? They also liked black beans and orange juice, and needed ibuprofen. The clue that interested the detective in me had the words “science fair board” and “pink lady.” What could this mean? I had an idea! I could walk around the science fair on parents night, and find the exhibit about a pink lady. That would be the family I had to return the money to. In talking with my friend Gail about the note, she suggested maybe it was a project about the pink ladies who work at the hospital? Hummm? Maybe? Right before I left work yesterday, I opened the note again. This time I saw what I thought was a name?

I am a firm believer in “everything happens for a reason.” While I walked D down the hall this morning, I was shocked to hear the assistant principal make an announcement with this child’s name (as I was thinking about that very child). The intercom echoed “and the 1st place winner in our science fair is….” And yes- it was that child I needed to find. Needless to say it was only a matter of time before I had tracked down the sweet girl with red hair and her parents. First I spoke with the father. He said he had not lost the money, but he would check with his wife. She called me a few moments later. Apparently, she hadn’t even realized she had dropped her “emergency ” money and was very thankful I offered to return it. She seems like a very nice person, and we exchanged some good laughs over the phone. My whole analysis of the note was comedic. I told her that I had to know what the science fair project was all about? Why the “pink lady” note? Turns out the pink lady in her note was a type of apple and not a lady at the hospital. So funny! I closed the conversation by telling her “I’ll bet you don’t even know, but it turns out your daughter won 1st place on her science fair exhibit!” She was so excited and told me something cool about giving her back fifty dollars and telling her that her daughter was a winner. In the end- I felt like a winner for returning the money to a good family.

As an afterthought, I decided to look up the numerology of the number 50 (of course 🙂 ). Here is what I found…

*****The number 50 promotes “fusion between body and soul, mind and spirit.”

*****”The focus of 50 is to attain greater stability.  The law of 5 is ‘freedom in action’, and when coupled with the vibration of the number 0, this energy is amplified.”

*****”50 is the number of progress and growth, for without change there is stagnation.”

I knew that the information I found was for me. The analysis of the number 50 was posted on the web site I referred to by Sacred Scribes at 11:11 AM. ⁠

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Warrior of Fire

January 27, 2012

*****Card 11*****  appearing in my “path to a goal” digital card spread (1.27.2012) from Llewellyn’s Tarot_*****Warrior of Fire_Card 12*****  Fire… one of my symbols. This card filled slot 11 today on a shapeshifting spread. I have been feeling creatively driven lately- so it makes sense!! I totally loved this card… Time to go deeper!! I thought I was deep enough!?? Maybe I should work on a post about shapeshifting?”

Cryptography: Decoding the Human Puzzle

January 21, 2012

*****Digital Composite of a Cryptogram by Felicia Lujan***** Includes five contemporary images and one digital photograph of my hand. ***********CAN YOU SOLVE THE CRYPTOGRAM?*********** Here's a hint in the form of a riddle: Espionage battles lost not won, give up the fight, if you can't go on...

Cryptograms… They are teasers. Cryptography leaves encrypted clues. They puzzle us. Replacing, transposing, and deleting letters, adding numbers and pictures, or even speaking in code, in an attempt to encrypt a secret message. During World War II the Navajo Code Talkers used cryptography to convey hidden messages. Native tongues were used to deliver messages to the battlefield. It was an “unbreakable code from the ancient language.” Even during World War I, there were tongues of Natives fighting the war. The enemy was never able to decipher the code, even as “skilled code breakers.”

A cryptogram can be a combination of oral, written, or even visual communications. One of my beloved poets was actually a cryptographer. During the 19th century, Edgar Allan Poe was obsessed with cryptographic messages. Solving a cryptographic message may take time for some, but for others, it may be easy. In 1943, W.K. Wimsatt published a white paper titled What Poe Knew About Cryptography. The paper (PMLA, Vol.58, No.3) was published by the Modern Language Association. After reading the paper this evening, I found myself wondering why Poe received and deciphered so many cryptograms in his lifetime? Maybe his obsession derived from masking and unmasking the complexities of his own mind? Cryptography is basically about being able to read between the lines. According to Wimsatt, in a publication called Alexander’s Weekly, Poe called cryptograms “enigmatical.” The actual definition of cypher means “code” or to “convert ordinary language into code.”

The Constitution was a historic newspaper published in Atlanta, Georgia. On September 3, 1899, the newspaper ran an article titled Marvelous Cryptograms of European Diplomacy. According to that article, “a perfect cipher ought to be capable of being written and read quickly. It ought to require no material key that may be lost or stolen; it ought to be capable of being telegraphed or copied; and, of course, it ought to be undecipherable to all but the initiated.” This is a topic I would like to explore in a full blown research paper in the future, but for tonight, I will close with a great quote from that historic newspaper.

It is true that Poe’s skill as a cryptanalyst were not that of a professional, yet his native power was far beyond the ordinary, and as a litterateur who could solve ciphers he was in a position to add to cryptography the glamour of illusion.” Illusion… Reading between the lines… To see or not to see? You decide!

American Indian Heritage Month- An Indian Technique- Code Talkers Use of the Native Tongue for Secure Communications

Edgar Allen Poe and Cryptography by R. Morelli

An Aphotic Look at History: New Mexico Turns 100

January 6, 2012


I saw a bluish-green lake,
With a yellow sandy beach.
Tall green cat-tails
With brown tops
Grew in the shallow water
Along the shore.
Then, as by magic,
The lake and all pertaining to it
Faded before my wondering gaze.
There remained Sandia Mountain,
Clothed by gray rocks
And tall green pines.
And so, our worst troubles
Fade into nothingness,
Because they are no more real
Than the mirage that I seemed to see,
Where in reality there were
Rocks of Truth,
And tall trees pointing to God.

No.10- Poems of New Mexico
by Roy A. Keech
Santa Fe, Seton Village Press, 1941

As an archivist, in the vast magnitude of history tied to my homeland, 100 years seems miniscule to me. With that said, the last 100 years has been very important within the breadth of our collective memory of state government. A century ago today, the State of New Mexico was formally birthed into the Union. The quest for statehood was a struggle. To explain the struggle, one could branch off into an entirely separate piece. As the Dark Archivist, I wanted to highlight some hidden history. I wondered what the local news headlines were like on the day New Mexico was admitted into the Union. There were likely many articles on the 7th, but since I have a strong interest in numerology, I intentionally checked the newspaper from the 6th. After looking through the Santa Fe New Mexican from January 6, 1912, two things caught my eye. The first was an article about a fatal train wreck in Kansas, and the second was a thank you advertisement from a local pharmacy on the Santa Fe Plaza.

Two days before New Mexico became a state, the perigee of the moon was the closest it would be to the earth for hundreds of years- some say from 1750 thru 2125. “On that day the full moon around the world was 25% brighter than average.” We all know what they say about a full moon, and the week of a full moon, so I wasn’t surprised to find information on a fatal train wreck in the Santa Fe New Mexican on January 6, 1912. The headline reads “Fatal Wreck of Santa Fe- A Rear End Collision in Blinding Snow at Wright, Kansas.” Most people familiar with New Mexico history are aware that the Santa Fe Trail ran from Missouri into the heart Santa Fe. The trail connected Santa Fe and Kansas. Two people were killed in this train accident. With my interest in numerology, I found it strange that the day New Mexico became a state in 1912, 12 people were injured in this accident, and the train was No.12. Apparently, “Engineer C.C. Deming, of Santa Fe passenger train No.12” was “unable to see the station lights in the blinding snow storm.” The Emporia, a Kansas newspaper also published an article about the accident. Another article on that page of the Kansas newspaper said that it had been “the coldest night in Kansas since 1905,” and that “the mercury, which had been on the downgrade “when its high mark was 12 degrees above zero, passed the zero point at dusk.”

Then there was the second interesting thing my eyes were drawn to in the January 6, 1912 Santa Fe New Mexican. This was a thank you advertisement from a local pharmacy on the Santa Fe Plaza. The advertisement was published by the pharmacy owners thanking patrons and sending warm wishes for the New Year. The ad was run by the owner of Zook’s Pharmacy. This pharmacy was a known safe house for a Soviet agent who plotted to assassinate Leon Trotsky in the 40s. I learned a bit more about the local pharmacy, and the owners at a recent presentation of E.B. Held. Held is an author, and a retired Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) Agent/Clandestine Operations Officer. He has also been the Director of Intelligence at Sandia National Laboratory here in New Mexico, and he is the current Director of Intelligence and Counterintelligence at the Department of Energy in Washington, D.C. Held recently published A Spy’s Guide to Santa Fe and Albuquerque, which is a history of espionage in New Mexico. In my post on 11.11.11, titled Adventure of Agent No.11: Intelligence is Never Perfect, I gave more information about Held. I didn’t expect to see this ad tied to New Mexico’s birthday, but apparently brain waves and coincidences can be funny things…

New Mexican File Photo_1.24.2011

What was going on outside of New Mexico in January 1912?

*****The January issue of National Geographic Magazine published “Our Immigration Laws from the View-Point of National Eugenics.” The paper was written by Professor Robert De.C Ward of Harvard University. The research was aimed at “ethnic cleansing,” and the “power to pick out the best specimens of each race to be the parents of” future citizens. *****Hummm? Eugenics- I would hope many minds have evolved over the last century in regard to “controlled breeding.”

*****Sigmund Freud (Austrian neurologist and founder of psychoanalysis) and C.G. Jung (Swiss psychiatrist and founder of analytical psychology) were corresponding. On the 9th, Jung writes to Freud from Switzerland and discusses a paper on symbolism in dreams, and the language of dreams. On the 10th, Freud sends a letter to Jung. He was “racking” his “brains” in Vienna the capital of the Republic of Austria. Freud suggests that Jung “show more reserve towards” his patient because “what the poor thing wants most is an intellectual flirtati (Italian form of the word flirt). *****Ooooo… I learned a new word.

*****On the 23rd, “the International Opium Convention was signed in the Hague by representatives from China, France, Germany, Italy, Japan, the Netherlands, Persia, Portugal, Russia, Thailand, and the UK.” There were six chapters and twenty five articles. The convention “contained many elements of a comprehensive drug control treaty.” *****This is interesting to me because close to 50 years before this convention, our of our governors met an ill fate. Governor Henry Connelly died of an Opium overdose about a month after leaving office. Even curiouser, Connelly had a medical background, and should have been well aware of the dangers of Opium.

What was going on in New Mexico on January 6, 2012?

Dr. Dennis Trujillo (Assistant State Historian, NMSRCA) and his wife Beth Silbergleit (Manuscript Collections, CSR/UNM) prepare to whisk away birthday wishes at the Grand Centennial Ball in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

Save Your Tears…

January 2, 2012

***Digital composite by Felicia Lujan*** Composite includes four images. Two contemporary images, one image of a Zodiac Virgo sign, and a digital photograph of my right eye.

Save Your Tears


Salty, warm, and still so cold,
they skim across my cheek.
Eyes flutter fast to shed what’s
left, the frozen earth they seek.

Tickle, dance, and stain my
mind. Please just go away.
Eyes well up, and float, and
burn. Nothing’s left to say.

Eleven tears, they fall away,
the trip was made in vain.
Drench the dirt not one more
day, and forget about the pain.

Save your tears, don’t use them
up, and waste precious energy.
The saltiness will soon be gone.
This truth shall set you free.


by Felicia Lujan
New Year’s Day 2012

Are We Killing Intimate Expressions?

December 13, 2011

When was the last time you witnessed a handwritten intimate expression? For most, it is actually really hard to remember a precise date. Today I checked out a book I have been waiting for. This book is My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O’Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz. O’Keeffe (1887-1986) and Stieglitz (1864-1946) were both artists. They were also lovers, friends, and maybe at times enemies who corresponded over many years. Yale University Press in association with the Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library put this work out. The contents were selected, annotated, and edited by Sarah Greenough, and the book is copyright by both the press and Greenough. I only wished there had been images of the actual letters instead of transcriptions.

Last year I visited the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum and Research Center on a field trip with my son. The O’Keeffe name should be familiar to most New Mexicans, as she made such an intricate mark on this state as a woman, and as a creative force. Still, I never really cared to know more about her until I experienced her artwork up close as a mature adult. On the trip, I remember that the voices of school children gently disappeared as I gazed at O’Keeffe’s sensual symbolic expressions in vivid color. I walked from painting to painting and became absorbed by canvas laced with emotions, flowing petals, and skulls. On that trip I also learned of O’Keeffe’s deep fascination with the man who inspired and infuriated her all at once. Later that year I learned of the plans for this new book, and I was of course intrigued. When I went into the library to get the new release, I was taken back by the sheer size of the book. I almost needed a book cart to take it to my vehicle! My Faraway One is Volume I, which denotes that there will be a Volume II, and possibly a Volume III. I couldn’t believe that I was looking at a 3 inch book of a mass amount of intimate, profound, creative, and purposeful letters.

There are many reasons I find this book amazing. The main reason is the one I will write about tonight. Hand written letters… They are almost completely extinct. This year there was even a funeral planned for letters. I am really serious! I couldn’t believe this when I found it online tonight. The event was planned and executed by Five Funerals, a cultural organization. The “creative professionals” running this event tout the funerals as “a series of solemn celebrations that will memorialize five cultural ideas and give them the fanfare they deserve.” The event was held in May of 2011 and was titled PostScript: The Passing of the Letter. Information about the event stated that the “treasured and obsolete form of communication” would “be honored through a collective act of written correspondence while sipping custom cocktails by Death’s Door Spirits.” The “ceremony” was “Victorian-style” and “mourners” assisted “in the preparation of the body by creating a letter and joining in the procession to the long forgotten ‘mailbox’.” For real!!!

This brings me back to the intimate O’Keeffe/Stieglitz correspondence. What if you never get another letter? Ever?? Are you ok with that? I am not sure that I am. Did people really hand write that many letters back then? Who had time? There was no spell check then! I kind of wanted to cry just thinking about it. Tonight I opened three Christmas cards. After contemplating this idea all day, I realized that with each rip of an envelope, I kind of hoped that one person had enclosed a handwritten note. I opened each to no avail. After researching more tonight, I discovered that there are many people concerned about cursive, handwriting, and yes- the death of the letter. I have said many times that I am a lover of technology, but as an archivist, I also have an intense love of paper. When you read the correspondence between these two people, you can almost taste their passion for one another and for the creative process. The descriptive quality of the letters is unsurpassed, and words bring the book to life. Maybe some people do not want to know every detail, but I am one who finds the most character in those details which others would shun. Stieglitz believed in numerology, and enclosed pressed flowers and petals in some letters to O’Keeffe. O’Keeffe enclosed feathers in some of her letters to Stieglitz . They were fascinated by Freud and Jung, and psychology. They also both embraced a unique intimacy.

Following are some things I selected to feature from the book. At the time of these letters, I believe O’Keeffe was in her 30s and Stieglitz was in his 50s.

Chapter 2- The Kiss That is My Life 1919-1928

(page 313)  As soon as O’Keeffe moved to New York in 1918, she and Stieglitz forged a relationship that was centered on their all-consuming love, their art, and their deep respect for each other. In the last three years, they had come to know each other’s emotional terrain through the letters they had exchanged, but they soon discovered that they shared many traits: both voraciously imbibed the world around them, responding immediately, even viscerally, to the people, places, art, and especially the nature they encountered; both were articulate and opinionated Stieglitz, verbose, O’Keeffe, dry and pointed; and both sought perfection in everything they did. Just as quickly, too, they realized they had a powerful erotic attraction to each other…”

(page 313) “They made enormous strides in their art during this decade, thanks in large part to their study of each other’s work and the inspiration they drew from their love.”

(page 313)  “If Stieglitz and photography grounded O’Keeffe in the natural world, making her art more representational, she liberated him, inspiring him with a creative freedom and energy he had never known before.”

(page 323)  Letter from Georgia O’Keeffe while in York Beach Maine to Alfred Stieglitz on May 5, 1922*****
Morning- I haven’t known the time since I waked at 6:30- old time- It is a quarter to eleven now- I am in my room with my left side back to the open fire and my right side front to the ocean- It is pouring rain- a wonderful sound with the little sizzle and crackle of the fire-Yesterday it was only missing and we went out and walked a little on the beach- I with an umbrella to protect my head from the wind more than the mist- Today it is just pouring- it poured all night- I love it- every time I turned over in bed I thought of you and enjoyed the sound of the rain- The bed is indecently large and soft- The cover- she calls it “down puffs”- very light and very warm- I couldn’t help feeling how nicely you would cuddle up in the warm softness with the sound of the sea and the rain outside- and how you would like it- I think you would never get up till the sun came out- I wanted to get up because I had to look at it- even a wonderfully soft warm bed isn’t so interesting when you are not in it- I got up and looked out twice and got back into my warmness- I don’t know what time it was when I dressed-The rain is wonderful- I feel so peaceful and so excited all at the same time- The house is so still and even though it is low tide the beach is perfectly shiny and smooth and clean looking and there is a wonderful sea rolling in- It’s raining so hard that it all seems like a gray sea- with just a little green- great long white waves breaking through- big ones and little ones and thin ones and thick ones.— Little Duck- I am so glad I came- if only you are all right without me.

I will close with a few questions for you to ponder, and further resources in the event you care to explore this topic further. What will social scientists, historians, scholars, authors, and genealogists have to work with 100 years from now? Will we ever get a look at this type of intimate exchange again? How many of you save your electronic letters? How much can we learn about a person from a typed letter? Will they really stop teaching cursive in school, or will they make it mandatory? Will you take the time to write some letters, and re-infuse the intimate portrait of our collective character? I think you should…

May 2011
Five Funerals- PostScript: The Passing of the Letter

October 2011
Death of the Letter

October 2011
Death of the Handwritten Letter

December 2011
Indiana lawmakers want cursive mandatory in schools

December 2011
Cursed: Pretty handwriting and the education issue of our lifetime

December 2011
Why Cursive Handwriting is Still Important-Part 2

My Fire Symbol and the New Year…

December 12, 2011

Today I opened my first Christmas present. The gift was from my division director. We had a division meeting and she passed a gift to each member of our team. The gifts were all very thoughtful, as she made sure to tap into what she knew we would like. My gift was a new 2012 calendar. It was not just any calendar. It was a Llewellyn (a favorite). She did not know I love all things Llewellyn, but she does know me rather well. My gift was the new Llewellyn’s Witches’ Calendar. Llewellyn is “the world’s oldest and largest independent publisher of books for body, mind, and spirit.” This publisher has “been at the forefront of holistic and metaphysical publishing and thought,” since 1901. I also love the web site which includes information on: karmic astrology, planets and signs, relationships, fantasy realms, chakras, herbalism (health and healing), numerology, and the tarot. Of course I had to check the September page first, since that is my birth month. When I turned to the September page, there was my current symbol – fire… My page said as a Virgo, I am “rooted in creativity and a deep desire to purge oneself of the unwanted, practitioners should feel free to experiment, be artistic, and take to the sky – or flame, as it were.” I am further instructed to “divinate in those glowing embers (pyromancy), mind the fire, and smiles as that which you banish is licked and transformed by the Sacred Flame!” But of course… The article on the September page was written by Raven Digitalis. Damn! This person snagged what should have been my pen name! Ooooh- a digital raven? The raven being one of my many symbols.

Felisita Hails the Armistice: A Message from Paris

December 5, 2011

One of the most treasured items I have in my family papers is a tiny little booklet called a “cartera” in Spanish. The cartera belonged to my maternal great grandfather Alfonso Valdez, and great grandmother Felisita Brizal. At some point, I will post the digital images of the book, but for tonight I wanted to feature a special note in the back of the book. On the last page of the cartera, my great grandmother Felisita (who I am named after) noted the end of World War I. When I first read the note years ago, I remember wondering how she may have been feeling on that day? She was so moved by the end of the war, that she actually created a record. Her handwriting is beautiful. I understood that the date obviously marked the end of the first world war, however, I didn’t look further until tonight. There was a radio announcement made from Paris on November 11, 1918.  (OMG of course- 11.11) 🙂 The address said “hostilities will be stopped on the entire front beginning at 11 o’clock, November 11th (French hour).”  (OMG of course- 11.11 @ 11!) 🙂 Then “at 5 AM on the morning of November 11 an armistice was signed in a railroad car parked in a French forest near the front lines.” Amazing! My great grandmother was French. So maybe now I have a better idea of what she did that day. Maybe she had relatives and friends on the front lines I have yet to learn about? On November 11, 1918, like those “all over the world,” she was likely “celebrating, dancing in the streets, drinking champagne,” and “hailing the armistice that meant the end of the war!!!”

The following is quoted from: Armistice – The End of World War I (1918)- EyeWitness to History –

“The final Allied push towards the German border began on October 17, 1918. As the British, French and American armies advanced, the alliance between the Central Powers began to collapse. Turkey signed an armistice at the end of October, Austria-Hungary followed on November 3. Germany began to crumble from within. Faced with the prospect of returning to sea, the sailors of the High Seas Fleet stationed at Kiel mutinied on October 29. Within a few days, the entire city was in their control and the revolution spread throughout the country. On November 9 the Kaiser abdicated; slipping across the border into the Netherlands and exile. A German Republic was declared and peace feelers extended to the Allies. At 5 AM on the morning of November 11 an armistice was signed in a railroad car parked in a French forest near the front lines. The terms of the agreement called for the cessation of fighting along the entire Western Front to begin at precisely 11 AM that morning. After over four years of bloody conflict, the Great War was at an end. “…at the front there was no celebration.” Colonel Thomas Gowenlock served as an intelligence officer in the American 1st Division. He was on the front line that November morning and wrote of his experience a few years later. ‘On the morning of November 11 I sat in my dugout in Le Gros Faux, which was again our division headquarters, talking to our Chief of Staff, Colonel John Greely, and Lieutenant Colonel Paul Peabody, our G-1. A signal corps officer entered and handed us the following message:

Official Radio from Paris – 6:01 A.M., Nov. 11, 1918. Marshal Foch to the Commander-in-Chief.
1. Hostilities will be stopped on the entire front beginning at 11 o’clock, November 11th (French hour). 2. The Allied troops will not go beyond the line reached at that hour on that date until further orders. [signed] MARSHAL FOCH – 5:45 A.M.

‘Well – fini la guerre!’ said Colonel Greely. ‘It sure looks like it,’ I agreed. ‘Do you know what I want to do now?’ he said. ‘I’d like to get on one of those little horse-drawn canal boats in southern France and lie in the sun the rest of my life.’ My watch said nine o’clock. With only two hours to go, I drove over to the bank of the Meuse River to see the finish. The shelling was heavy and, as I walked down the road, it grew steadily worse. It seemed to me that every battery in the world was trying to burn up its guns. At last eleven o’clock came – but the firing continued. The men on both sides had decided to give each other all they had-their farewell to arms. It was a very natural impulse after their years of war, but unfortunately many fell after eleven o’clock that day.

All over the world on November 11, 1918, people were celebrating, dancing in the streets, drinking champagne, hailing the armistice that meant the end of the war. But at the front there was no celebration. Many soldiers believed the Armistice only a temporary measure and that the war would soon go on. As night came, the quietness, unearthly in its penetration, began to eat into their souls. The men sat around log fires, the first they had ever had at the front. They were trying to reassure themselves that there were no enemy batteries spying on them from the next hill and no German bombing planes approaching to blast them out of existence. They talked in low tones. They were nervous.

After the long months of intense strain, of keying themselves up to the daily mortal danger, of thinking always in terms of war and the enemy, the abrupt release from it all was physical and psychological agony. Some suffered a total nervous collapse. Some, of a steadier temperament, began to hope they would someday return to home and the embrace of loved ones. Some could think only of the crude little crosses that marked the graves of their comrades. Some fell into an exhausted sleep. All were bewildered by the sudden meaninglessness of their existence as soldiers – and through their teeming memories paraded that swiftly moving cavalcade of Cantigny, Soissons, St. Mihiel, the Meuse-Argonne and Sedan.

What was to come next? They did not know – and hardly cared. Their minds were numbed by the shock of peace. The past consumed their whole consciousness. The present did not exist-and the future was inconceivable.”

A Magic Bow, a Major Symbol, and Connection in Immortals

December 2, 2011
The Oracle Cares for Theseus

The Oracle Cares for Theseus

Tonight I finally went to see the movie Immortals. The movie was released on 11.11.11, so you know I had to see that one on the big screen.

In a nutshell the movie is a refresher in Greek Mythology which I have studied and love. Henry Cavill plays the peasant hero Theseus. Since boyhood, Theseus was trained in secret by Zeus to be a thoughtful warrior who will eventually lead in the battle against evil. Theseus ends up leading in the major battle against the twisted King Hyperion (played by Mickey Rourke). With the help of the gorgeous and enlightened oracle Phaedra (played by Freida Pinto), Theseus is triumphant.

I had 5 favorite parts. The best scene featured Zeus and his daugther Athena. Athena is the Goddess of Wisdom, Warfare, Divine Intelligence, and Crafts (of course I loved that scene). She hides herself in a sculpture and then the statue comes to life when Zeus insists she reveal herself. This is a super cool scene. I also liked when Theseus shot up through the air to kill his enemy with a spear, and when he simultaneously killed four men with a magic bow. Fourth was when Poisedon (God of the Sea) shot down from the heavens into the sea to help the mortals. The fifth and second best scene was the final battle between the Gods and the Titans. Very cool…

There was one major visual symbol in the movie which I couldn’t help but note. The symbol was a circle. There were various representations of the circle from start to finish. I could go on and on about this symbol, but for tonight I am tired, it is late and I am posting via BB. In essence the symbol represented immortality. Why you ask? A circle starts and ends in the same place- and so it has no end. The movie closes with a circle in the form of an extreme close up of the pupil of the son of Theseus. Within the pupil, a reflection of his father can be seen for those who were looking deeper. The circle also represents connection, and/or something all encompassing.

The movie is marked by: the search for the powerful Epirus Bow; duels to the death; beautiful oracles; and fateful connection. Immortals is a worthy watch.

Alice and the Worm Hole: the 11th Dimension

November 21, 2011

Definition of Physics: n. the science of matter and energy.

Do you want to blow your mind?? If the answer is yes, you must catch the 3rd part of a series on NOVA. The Elegant Universe: Welcome To The 11th Dimension will air on Wednesday, November 23 @ 9:00pm on KNME. For those of you who do not live in New Mexico, check the NOVA web site (below) or your local listing. This series will leave you in awe! “The three-part series concludes with how in 1995 Edward Witten of Princeton’s Institute for Advanced Study, aided by others, revolutionized string theory by successfully uniting the five different versions into a single theory that is cryptically named M-theory.”

Physicist Brian Greene will take us on a trip through worm holes, energy, strings, and the 11th dimension. He will explore string theory, and the fact that the theory may unite the four forces of nature. “The new 11th dimension is different from all the others, since it implies that strings can come in higher dimensional shapes called membranes, or ‘branes’ for short. These possess truly science-fiction-like qualities, since in principle they can be as large as the universe. A brane can even be a universe, or a parallel universe, and we may be living in one right now.”

New Mexico- KNME 5
(listing for this special)

PBS- NOVA- Elegant Universe- Part 3- 11th Dimension

Music Review: Lambert Sings it Four the Record

November 3, 2011

Miranda Lambert

It is really rare for me to actually pay for country music; however, I couldn’t resist the new Miranda Lambert disc. I wanted this album for four reasons: one- the album was released on 11.1.11; two- she has titled the release Four the Record and of course- I am an archivist :); three- there is fire on the cover; and then four- she is marvelously edgy and trendy.  She does have me wondering why she used “four” instead of “for” in the title? Ahhh- I am such a symbologist (and to think there were four reasons I wanted this)! That may need some looking into. I’m not sure if Miranda is a writer, but at first guess, maybe the “four” represents the lines of a quatrain? Or maybe the four seasons, or the four directions (all these could symbolize life and love)? The song that is burning up the Billboard Charts now is Baggage Claim, which I personally felt was not her best choice for a lead-single. I was disappointed when I found out there was an explicit version of this album released, and I didn’t get my hands on that. I’ve never heard of an explicit county album? Interesting… I got the deluxe version which also has a DVD, and one bonus track. Out of 15 tracks, I really connected with (yes) four, and thought three others were okay.

In order of preference, I really liked Better in the Long Run featuring Blake Shelton. Miranda sings about: drinking “cheap red wine straight out of a coffee cup,” to drink things off her mind; breaking habits and breaking down; being tangled up and sideways; unloving and moving on; and being selfish. I also liked Over You and Nobody’s Fool. In Nobody’s Fool Lambert says she will “drown out” her heart when she takes her place at the bar. She calls her love a “nobody,” and then says she is “nobody’s fool.” These three tracks were typical county songs, but still good. Mama’s Broken Heart was probably the most unique track on the album, as it broke the cliché country sound, and gave the disc a pop culture friendly feel. In this track Miranda vocalizes butchering her hair “with some rusty kitchen scissors” and then screaming his name until “the neighbors called the cops.” Of course her mama tells her that she needs to “go and fix” her hair and makeup because “it’s just a break up.” Sounds straight crazy, but it is really cute, and it is an up tempo track.
The other three tracks I thought were okay (and maybe I will like them more as I listen to the album) were Hurts to Think, Oklahoma Sky, and Fine Tune. If Better in the Long Run, Over You, Nobody’s Fool, or Mama’s Broken Heart hit the airwaves, Lambert may have a more solid chance with this new release. In the genius of my musicality, one of those four tracks should have been selected for the lead-single. If I were her, I would give those four some more consideration. If you get a chance, check out the new disc. It’s pro’ly a keeper…

Theory 11.1.11

November 1, 2011

Today is 11.1.11
In honor of the day–
take some time to check out Wale, and his 
Theory of 11.1.11Wale features the late
great poet 2Pac on a short track.

“I’d be lying if I told you my mind isn’t exhausted.”

“See I give my heart to an unforgiving genre where passion is frowned upon.”

“And I pray that you don’t just think I’m smart, but you see my vision, and know my heart. This is 11.1.11.”

“I am just an artist. I am just a man. May not change the world, but let me inspire someone who can…”

Let’s stay strong, and give recognition to our thoughts and brain sparks, dreams and failures, as well as our spiritual and creative energy!

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