Čtení v odpoledni, cesty časem a vůbec, jsme naživu.

,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou.“

Kapitola 26.

Plná časových vírů a cest a odboček a Andělů zkázy a pionýrských šátků a brusinek.

Fotografie od Jeswin Thomas na Pexels.com

Napsáno více jak před deseti lety , před virem a nesmyslnou válkou. Shoda s čímkoli je synchronicita , jména , věci, příjmení, činnosti.

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And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Chapter Twenty-six

Attention! You are being watched!

Thunder rumbles. A storm is raging over London. Lightning crosses the sky, thunder chases thunder, but everything is about three or four seconds.
Then the roar of thunder passes to the drum break.
When the missing goat returned, she headed straight for the milkman. The milkmaid grabbed a heavy watering can, jumped on the steps, the goat hit the horns on the wall and stood.
And then Babka the milkmaid noticed that the goat had a piece of cardboard tied tightly on the corners, on which it was written in capital letters: -In the 1920s, radio signals were sent into space from our Earth in thirty seconds. After an hour, the signal began to return, but not as it was transmitted, but divided in such a way that its individual parts lasted for whole seconds, or their twelfth with second pauses. Such a signal could only be sent by someone who knows the twelve system and the division of hours into seconds.-
Turntables shouted in the meadows. The locomotives were moving. The turrets drove off. Moscow is moving away. The stars fade in the morning mist over the river. It's dawning.
It is dawn, but the sky is cloudy. Clouds. Heavy and pregnant with water.
-Yes, it's me.-says the brunette. -But…-
And he sinks his head under the terrified Captain's shoulder and rips at his lapel.
Last night's drum break fire.
The shepherd blew his horn at a wooden horn. It's dawn. Grandma's milkman opened the gate and drove the goat to the herd.
She looked scary and bloodthirsty.
Sparrow shimmered on the sparrows chinned by sparrows. A strong scent filled the air. So strong that I can feel it even after all these years. A pungent, irritating nose.
They walked through the green streets and suddenly plunged into a diluual struggle for a female. The roar of thousands of throats rises inartically to the gilded ceiling and grows stronger and stronger. It's anarchy! In one scene, in one sentence! Can the street have a gilded ceiling !?
The instincts merge again into one that is valid to just stand and watch the destruction.
Roar.
And they are the women who are the loudest of them all. They whistle, whistle and scream!
- What plane?
-Mom-begging her daughter-make me a swing and I'll fly up, into space, like daddy, far away! -
-No! No! ”Cried the young woman with the face of a seabed statue near Piraeus, Greece.
-You can never fly as far as Daddy !!! -
Was her dad the radio signal? Did he come back divided into twelfths with second pauses? Who knows…
The brunette pulled a new sweater from her suitcase, nothing sensational, its color reminding me of bunches of reeds at drainage canals at dusk near Caorle. She shook it tentatively, held it at arm's length, and began to growl. She liked it.


That made Grandpa laugh. Chuckled and in a good mood, he began to stamp his wooden foot to the beat. Did it fit in the wormhole or not? No.

The brunette ran out of the garden, slammed her behind her, clenched her lovely fist, which, by the way, should be gripping something completely different, clenched her fist, threatened her grandfather, and shouted angrily, "They should lock you in the hospital and not let you run just like that. On my soul! You belong in a madhouse, under the castle.-
Back in five seconds. Jump in time.


That made Grandpa laugh. Chuckled and in a good mood, he began to stamp his wooden foot to the rhythm. It fell into the wormhole, didn't it? Yes.


The brunette ran out of the garden, slammed her behind her, clenched her lovely fist right in her heart, and called out to her grandfather: -I've been dreaming about you all this time, all the time… and you stand there and do nothing. I'm sorry for what we missed - and she disappeared in a light jump in the alleys of London.
My grandfather stuck out his tongue in an obscene gesture. - I don't know. In the end, I decided to cook this year! Cranberries, and so, I'll make compotes, a lot of everything, I bought all the literature. You just reach for the glass and it'll be there!

-I-says brunette-me, I loved doing it all. I liked it.-
-You're an angel of doom an unhappy girl -I'll tell her.
-Look at you! You have a pioneer scarf around your neck… but you are nothing but… .lump! -

When the young woman left when it was all over, the alley finally reached the plank under the old multi-storey barn, pulled a slingshot from her pocket, pulled on a rubber band, and fired a small plastic parachutist.
The parachutist flew upside down, crossed the clouds, and overturned. A small white paper parachute opened above him, but then the wind blew harder, slid it to the side, and the doll disappeared into the black dormer of the barn.
Crash!
The doll must save!
But he had already disappeared in another space-time. Here.

-I loved to do everything — she runs her brunette and it's close to whining.
-Until it turned out that someone had a more expensive mat and four ropes… -
There was a bang in the room. The legs of a plastic doll protruded from the ceiling.

That day I decided: I will learn to read and write!

End of chapter twenty-six.
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Zeměpisci. / for Write it all, for Mr. Psychotherapist / Welcome !

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Zeměpisci. / for Write it all, for Mr. Psychotherapist /

Lubomír Tomik

Každý moment je
poklad v Ali Baobababově jeskyni zázraků,

zeměpisci neví, 
kde 
přesně
 leží,

ostatně,
záleží na tom snad ?

Všechno zlato je třpyt v Jejích očích,
přikrytých baldachýnem modři nebe !


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Geographers. / for Write it all, for Mr. Psychotherapist /

Lubomír Tomik

Every moment is
a treasure in Ali Baboabaobas's Cave of Miracles,

Geographers  ,
they,
 dont know,

exactly where does it lie
after all,
does it matter?

all gold is glitter in Her eyes,
covered with a blue canopy of skye! 
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Poet Video ,,Hostina smyslů“

Karta na publikaci videa je ,,CÍSAŘOVNA“ !

Hostina smyslů.

Lubomír Tomik

hostina smyslů
plná ryb dezertů a vína,
stůl pod náporem těl

přízraky ve tmě
přízraky ve tmě

šeptající postavy,

doutnání
doutnání
doutnání

hostina smyslů plná objetí obětí polibků
někdy někde
tma je tma je tma





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A feast of the senses.

Lubomír Tomik

feast of the senses
full of fish desserts and wine,
table under the onslaught of bodies

ghosts in the dark
ghosts in the dark

whispering characters,


smoldering
smoldering
smoldering

a feast of the senses full of hugs from the victims of the kisses
sometimes somewhere
darkness is darkness is darkness 

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z výklad karty „Teď přišel můj čas.“ Císařovnin cyklus je obdobím, kdy se jisté druhy tvůrčí činnosti stávají vášní a kdy pro vás budou mít smysl jen citově hluboké vztahy. Tato doba se také výborně hodí k tomu, abyste uzdravili své vztahy s důležitými ženami svého života, které byly doposud plné nedorozumění.

Dlažba v mešitě sultána Hassana, Káhira.

Tužka HB3544, formát A4, speciální trik Aleše Vencela.

Podle fotografie v knize J.A.Westa ,,Ezoterický Egypt“

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mosque-Madrasa_of_Sultan_Hassan

Mešita v roce 1880.

Dlažba prý pochází z originálního leštěného mramoru , jímž byla obložena Rachefova pyramida.

Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci nečekané skici …je ….asi díky dnešnímu střihu videa z Faustova domu, velmi zajímavé video soubory, plné šumů, zvuků, stínu, protože karta je …

https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/995-crowleyho-tarot-15-abel

,,Tvořivá síla je schopnost udržovat v rovnováze magnetickou a dynamickou energii, které jsou součástí naší podstaty.„- z výkladu .

A situace- ovlivní válka na Ukrajině mou operaci, stejně jako to několikrát udělal covid ? Mám termín a jsou to zase dny čekání a když čekáš…nejlepší je NĚCO dělat, než půjdu do narkózy, mohl bych se taky vzbudit v docela jiném světě.

Karta Císařovna

Fotografie od Anna Nekrashevich na Pexels.com

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Karta Císařovna.

Lubomír Tomik

po dlažbě kočičích hlav
přeběhne úsměv
úsměv

vybroušený k dokonalosti,
vybroušený k tanci žiletek
baletek

po dláždění kočičích hlav
deštěm mokrých
kluzkých,

když hmota mozku dopadne na žulové kostky udělá to

ČVACHT !

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Empress card.

Lubomír Tomik

after paving the cat’s heads
a smile passes
smile

honed to perfection,
sharpened to dance razors
ballet

after paving the cat’s heads
rain wet
slippery

when the brain mass hits the granite cubes it does

SPLASH!

Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci slov v opravdu chladném únorovém ránu je…Trumfová karta je…

,,Kolo štěstí“

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