Instant Karma II (smartphone photo)


Instant Karma I (smartphone photo)


Thy starlight on the Western Seas


From the The Lord of the Rings, The Felloswhip of the Ring: The Complete Recordings, The Passing of the Elves, by Howard Shore.

This is one of the translations of this song titled A Elbereth Gilthoniel (O Elbereth Starkindler), sung by elves of Middle-earth from Sindarin (of the long version more exactly):

“Snow White! Snow White! O Lady clear!
O Queen beyond the Western Seas!
O Light to us that wander there
Amid the world of woven trees!
Gilthoniel! O Elbereth!
Clear are thy eyes and bright is breath,
Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee
In a far land beyond the Sea!
O Stars that in the Sunless Year
With shining hand by thee were sown,
In windy fields now bright and clear
We see your silver blossom blown!
O Elbereth Gilthoniel!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees,
Thy starlight on the Western Seas.”

In Tolkien’s legendarium, Elbereth, or Varda, one of the Valar and the highest of the “guardians”, is the clearest reflections of the Holy Mother of God. This song can be seen as the most beautiful Roman Catholic Marian devotion in Tolkien and an echo of the Hail Queen of Heaven, the Ocean Star Catholic Marian hymn.

Interestingly, we have Romanian poem that is quite similar, written by our most important poet, Mihai Eminescu. The wording is quite unsusual in our Orthodox culture (even for a secular poem):

„Noi ce din mila Sfântului
Facem umbră pământului,
Luceafărului mărilor.

Ascultă-a nostre plângeri,
Regină peste îngeri;
Din neguri te arată,
Lumină dulce, clară,
O, Maică Preacurată
Şi pururea Fecioară,

Crăiasă alegându-te,
Îngenunchem rugându-te
Înalţă-ne, ne mântuie
Din valul ce ne bântuie.

Fii scut de întărire
Şi zid de mântuire.

Privirea-ţi adorată
Asupră-ne coboară,
O, Maică Preacurată
Şi pururea fecioară,

It will be morning in America again


Midnight has passed. A new day has come. And everything is about to change.

This wasn’t an election. It was a revolution.

It’s midnight in America. The day before fifty million Americans got up and stood in front of the great iron wheel that had been grinding them down. They stood there even though the media told them it was useless. They took their stand even while all the chattering classes laughed and taunted them.

They were fathers who couldn’t feed their families anymore. They were mothers who couldn’t afford health care. They were workers whose jobs had been sold off to foreign countries. They were sons who didn’t see a future for themselves. They were daughters afraid of being murdered by the “unaccompanied minors” flooding into their towns. They took a deep breath and they stood.

They held up their hands and the great iron wheel stopped.

The Great Blue Wall crumbled. The impossible states fell one by one. Ohio. Wisconsin. Pennsylvania. Iowa. The white working class that had been overlooked and trampled on for so long got to its feet. It rose up against its oppressors and the rest of the nation, from coast to coast, rose up with it.

They fought back against their jobs being shipped overseas while their towns filled with migrants that got everything while they got nothing. They fought back against a system in which they could go to jail for a trifle while the elites could violate the law and still stroll through a presidential election. They fought back against being told that they had to watch what they say. They fought back against being held in contempt because they wanted to work for a living and take care of their families.

They fought and they won.

This wasn’t a vote. It was an uprising. Like the ordinary men chipping away at the Berlin Wall, they tore down an unnatural thing that had towered over them. And as they watched it fall, they marveled at how weak and fragile it had always been. And how much stronger they were than they had ever known.

Who were these people? They were leftovers and flyover country. They didn’t have bachelor degrees and had never set foot in a Starbucks. They were the white working class. They didn’t talk right or think right. They had the wrong ideas, the wrong clothes and the ridiculous idea that they still mattered.

They were wrong about everything. Illegal immigration? Everyone knew it was here to stay. Black Lives Matter? The new civil rights movement. Manufacturing? As dead as the dodo. Banning Muslims? What kind of bigot even thinks that way? Love wins. Marriage loses. The future belongs to the urban metrosexual and his dot com, not the guy who used to have a good job before it went to China or Mexico.

They couldn’t change anything. A thousand politicians and pundits had talked of getting them to adapt to the inevitable future. Instead they got in their pickup trucks and drove out to vote.

And they changed everything.

Barack Hussein Obama boasted that he had changed America. A billion regulations, a million immigrants, a hundred thousand lies and it was no longer your America. It was his.

He was JFK and FDR rolled into one. He told us that his version of history was right and inevitable.

And they voted and left him in the dust. They walked past him and they didn’t listen. He had come to campaign to where they still cling to their guns and their bibles. He came to plead for his legacy.

And America said, “No.”

Fifty millions Americans repudiated him. They repudiated the Obamas and the Clintons. They ignored the celebrities. They paid no attention to the media. They voted because they believed in the impossible. And their dedication made the impossible happen.

Americans were told that walls couldn’t be built and factories couldn’t be opened. That treaties couldn’t be unsigned and wars couldn’t be won. It was impossible to ban Muslim terrorists from coming to America or to deport the illegal aliens turning towns and cities into gangland territories.

It was all impossible. And fifty million Americans did the impossible. They turned the world upside down.

It’s midnight in America. CNN is weeping. MSNBC is wailing. ABC calls it a tantrum. NBC damns it. It wasn’t supposed to happen. The same machine that crushed the American people for two straight terms, the mass of government, corporations and non-profits that ran the country, was set to win.

Instead the people stood in front of the machine. They blocked it with their bodies. They went to vote even though the polls told them it was useless. They mailed in their absentee ballots even while Hillary Clinton was planning her fireworks victory celebration. They looked at the empty factories and barren farms. They drove through the early cold. They waited in line. They came home to their children to tell them that they had done their best for their future. They bet on America. And they won.

They won improbably. And they won amazingly.

They were tired of ObamaCare. They were tired of unemployment. They were tired of being lied to. They were tired of watching their sons come back in coffins to protect some Muslim country. They were tired of being called racists and homophobes. They were tired of seeing their America disappear.

And they stood up and fought back. This was their last hope. Their last chance to be heard.

Watch this video. See ten ways John Oliver destroyed Donald Trump. Here’s three ways Samantha Bee broke the internet by taunting Trump supporters. These three minutes of Stephen Colbert talking about how stupid Trump is owns the internet. Watch Madonna curse out Trump supporters. Watch Katy Perry. Watch Miley Cyrus. Watch Robert Downey Jr. Watch Beyonce campaign with Hillary. Watch. Click.

Watch fifty million Americans take back their country.

The media had the election wrong all along. This wasn’t about personalities. It was about the impersonal. It was about fifty million people whose names no one except a server will ever know fighting back. It was about the homeless woman guarding Trump’s star. It was about the lost Democrats searching for someone to represent them in Ohio and Pennsylvania. It was about the union men who nodded along when the organizers told them how to vote, but who refused to sell out their futures.

No one will ever interview all those men and women. We will never see all their faces. But they are us and we are them. They came to the aid of a nation in peril. They did what real Americans have always done. They did the impossible.

America is a nation of impossibilities. We exist because our forefathers did not take no for an answer. Not from kings or tyrants. Not from the elites who told them that it couldn’t be done.

The day when we stop being able to pull off the impossible is the day that America will cease to exist.

Today is not that day. Today fifty million Americans did the impossible.

Midnight has passed. A new day has come. And everything is about to change.

Now is the Time To Bind The Wounds Of Division


„They said we could never do it. But last night you showed the world that America will once again be a country of, for, and by the PEOPLE.

You fought like a winner, you defied all odds, and history will forever remember the role you played in taking our country back. I never could’ve done it without you, Oana. Last night we learned that America is still a beacon of hope where the impossible is possible.

For far too long, we’ve heard Washington politicians give the excuse that “it can’t be done.” They say we can’t balance the budget, we can’t stop corruption, we can’t control the border, we can’t bring jobs back to our country.

I REFUSE to accept that it can’t be done. This is the country that declared its independence, won two world wars, and landed a man on the moon. This is America. We can and we WILL get it done. Now it’s time to start uniting our country and binding the wounds of our divided nation.

I promise to be a president for ALL Americans. I will work for you. I will fight for you. And I will win for you. You will soon remember what it’s like to win as an American.

Thank you and God bless you,

Donald J. Trump”

40 de zile pentru viață | 40 days for life

40 de zile pentru viață” la Gherla.

În ultima imagine – primarul Ioan Neselean și viceprimărița Iulia Trif. M-am nimerit într-o zi de miercuri, în stradă erau greco-Catolicii – dar toți creștinii participă. Mărturia lor este adusă în fața secției de ginecologie a Spitalului Municipal, unde se afla și „Mama si copilul”, cel mai vechi monument dedicat copilului nenăscut din România.

„40 days for life” – Romanian chapter.

In Gherla, NW Romania – a small town w/ 20.000 people. In the last photo – the mayor and his deputy.










Cântări îngereşti II

Valul de lumină

Cine plânge undeva în lume,
fără rost plânge în lume,
mă plânge pe mine.

Cine râde undeva în noapte,
fără rost râde în noapte,
râde de mine.

Cine merge undeva în lume,
fără rost merge prin lume,
merge spre mine.

Cine moare undeva în lume,
fără rost moare în lume,
se uită la mine.

(Rainer Maria Rilke – Ceas grav)

Lost in translation IV



Go see this. Turn off your “Major Blockbuster-Tom Cruise-Action-Pop Culture Catch Phrase-Big Star” mind and tune in with a more searching self. Watch this with your soul and heart, not your eyes. If you look deeper than the surface you’ll find yourself moved by the whole experience. Yes, it’s THAT good.

Leagănul | The Cradle