We are rich: we have nothing to lose. We are old: we have nowhere to rush. We shall fluff the pillows of the past, poke the embers of the days to come, talk about what means the most, as the indolent daylight fades. We shall lay to rest our undying dead: I shall bury you, you will bury me.

- Vera Pavlova  translated by Steven Seymour

 

Upon the 8th day of the 8th Month.

Today is known as the Lions Gate portal..

A day when the Planets and the Stars collide.

Upon such a day there be magic in the air, it be everywhere. And, as they do say

”Those who believe are those who receive”

If you are trying to manifest your dreams, then the trick is to believe your dreams are already in your reality. The Universe knows nothing of the future or of the past. It only knows the now.. so sit and imagine how you would feel if you had your hearts desire. Then spend a few moments feeling like your desires are already here.. right now.

Your feelings & thoughts are powerful !

Lions Gate Blessings to all.

Thoughts written by Athey Thompson

Art by Catherine McMillan

Here’s the Link to the Artists Page..

https://www.facebook.com/share/15ZWmewGVT/?mibextid=wwXIfr

 

A female frog fakes her death to avoid an undesirable mate—sounds unbelievable, right? But in the animal kingdom, it’s a smart survival tactic.

 

 In the 60's Creature Features was the "in thing" on Saturday night while still in middle school living in Oakland, San Francisco and parts of the Bay Area.

All the Colors of Darkness by Naoyuki Kato

Source: 50watts.com

#naoyuki kato#green

 

Her name was Félicette.

And once, she soared among the stars.

In 1963, while the world marveled at men orbiting Earth and dogs rocketing into the void, France quietly prepared a different kind of astronaut: a tuxedo cat plucked from a Parisian street. Trained to withstand the rigors of launch, monitored through implanted electrodes, and strapped into a capsule beneath the Véronique AG1 rocket, Félicette became the first feline in space.

Her mission lasted just fifteen minutes.

She returned safely. And then—was forgotten.

For decades, history remembered her as “the space cat.” Her name was scrubbed, her face blurred, her contribution reduced to a footnote in human ambition. She had no statue. No grave. No song.

But she had floated in weightlessness. She had seen the Earth from above. She had survived a journey no other cat dared make.

Only in recent years—after the tireless efforts of advocates and animal lovers—was she honored with a bronze memorial, finally bearing her name: Félicette. Tail curled like a question mark. Eyes tilted toward eternity.

She reminds us that not all heroes walk on two legs.

And not all explorers are remembered—until we choose to remember them.