Jul 22, 2014
I have heard over the years that Pink Floyd's album Animals was inspired in part by George Orwell's political fable Animal Farm. I read the book as a kid in school, and have watched the 1954 British animated version dozens of times, and i have to say, there are many similarities between the two. So, i thought i would try an experiment to see if i could synch up the music with the movie...the same way you can synch up Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon with the Wizard Of Oz.
I synched the music to the movie at approximately the twenty nine minute mark, when the animals gather in the big barn for a meeting, so they could start thinking about their future. Many resolutions were put forward. It was always the pigs who made the resolutions. They decided the time had come to spread the glorious news, so that their downtrodden comrades from other farms will break their chains and join the animal revolution...Coincidentally, at this point in the movie, the music ends at the same time the movie does...I tried this experiment many different ways, and found this one to be the best fit, with several other strange and coincidental moments throughout...So, sit back, watch, listen, and judge for yourself....
Pink Floyd is most recognized for their biggest commercial successes, 1973’s Dark Side of the Moon and 1979’s The Wall. Though between these, two other albums were released. The first was 1975’s Wish You Were Here, a laid back album dedicated to former bandleader Syd Barrett (who's mental deterioration from excessive LSD use in the 60’s was responsible for his inability to perform).
But lost somewhere in their long list of landmark albums is 1977’s "Animals" which has been called "the forgotten album". Like many Floyd albums, Animals contains a theme that’s clear in concept and vast in execution. It was their response to England’s huge anti-progressive rock punk phenomenon lead by Johnny Rotten of The Sex Pistols. This was the first album where the power started shifting towards bassist and lyricist Roger Waters which would ultimately lead to Water’s departure in 1983. While making the album Waters even said, "the idea of power I find rather appealing in a strange way."
Roger Waters was partly inspired by George Orwell’s political fable Animal Farm in which people are divided up into groups represented by animals. While Orwell was focusing on Communism, Roger was criticizing his own Capitalist government. In Floyd’s version the people are either Dogs, Pigs, or Sheep. The pigs are tyrannical, self-righteous hypocrites forcing their beliefs on the dogs and sheep; the dogs are greedy money-grubbing cutthroats; and the sheep are the mindless followers who are used and abused by the others.
Pink Floyd's Animal Farm by mysticdave
Animal Farm-George Orwell:
Britain's first animated feature, which, despite the title and Disney-esque animal animation, is in fact a no-holds-barred adaptation of George Orwell's classic satire on Stalinism, with the animals taking over their farm by means of a revolutionary coup, but then discovering that although all animals are supposed to be equal, some are more equal than others.
Disclose.tv - Animal Farm-George Orwell-Full Animated Movie
Jul 21, 2014
This book was written during the second century B.C.E., and is one of the most important non-canonical apocryphal (secret) works, and probably had a huge influence on early Christian, particularly Gnostic, beliefs. Filled with hallucinatory visions of Heaven and Hell, Angels and Devils, Enoch introduced concepts such as Fallen Angels (Nephilim), the appearance of a Messiah, Resurrection, a Final Judgement, and a Heavenly Kingdom on Earth. Interspersed with this material are quasi-scientific digressions on calendrical systems, Geography, Cosmology, Astronomy, and Meteorology.
It is not part of the biblical canon as used by Jews, apart from Beta Israel. Most Christian denominations and traditions may accept the Books of Enoch as having some historical or theological interest or significance, but they generally regard the Books of Enoch as non-canonical or non-inspired.
It is regarded as canonical by the Ethiopian Orthodox Tewahedo Church and Eritrean Orthodox Tewahedo Church, but not by any other Christian group. It is wholly extant only in the Ge'ez language, with Aramaic fragments from the Dead Sea Scrolls and a few Greek and Latin fragments. For this and other reasons, the traditional Ethiopian belief is that the original language of the work was Ge'ez, whereas non-Ethiopian scholars tend to assert that it was first written in either Aramaic or Hebrew; E. Isaac suggests that the Book of Enoch, like the Book of Daniel, was composed partially in Aramaic and partially in Hebrew. No Hebrew version is known to have survived. The book itself claims to be written by Enoch himself before the Biblical Flood.
Read The Book Of Enoch online in its entirety HERE
The Book of Enoch - Entire Book, R. H. Charles Version (Synchronized Text):
The Book of Enoch & The Holy Bible Mini-Series:
Enoch & The Holy Bible Complete Miniseries in it's Entirety! Includes comparisons from the New Testament Holy Bible & The Old Testament Holy Bible in regards to the Book of Enoch.
The Book of Enoch:
The book of Enoch, is a book that goes into great detail about the Watchers, which are no more than what we refer to as, Aliens, UFO's, Demons, the Fallen Ones, Nephilim, Satan and His Angels. Here what God has said to them, in the words of Enoch
Book of Enoch: REAL STORY of Fallen Angels, Devils & Man (NEPHILIM, ANCIENT ALIENS, NOAHS FLOOD: Enoch (Book of Enoch):
The Enoch video (released 2012) is a journey 5000 years in the past through the eyes of Enoch, 7th from the Biblical Adam, and great grandfather of Noah. Enoch covers the Fall of the Angels (Watchers), producing Nephilim, Annunaki, and / or the Discovery Channel's Ancient Aliens (Ancient Aliens). Enoch also covers Serpent / Reptilian creature/s. Popular TV shows such as Ancient Aliens say we are encountering "Ancient Aliens", Entities, alien beings, alien agendas, UFO's, UFO sightings from ages past, UFO sightings in modern day; but more than this, if Enoch is correct -- not only does it mean we are "not alone" -- but greater still --- he paints a picture that is somewhat darker, grander in scope, and encompasses all mankind, history, the whole universe, and dimensions from heaven to hell, and all the things that lurk between. An epic journey from man's origins, to the "fallen angels", to Noah's Flood, to the "End of the World"... to eternity itself.
Secret Knowledge of the Book of Enoch:
a glimpse into the esoteric secrets of Enochs book and the nine levels of the adept
The Fallen Angels
UFOs Angels and the Bible
Jul 9, 2014
The night was hot and Becky was restless and alone. Sitting in her cramped, little apartment,
she felt loneliness and sorrow creeping in. She just moved to this strange, old town, after
having lost her husband of ten years. Becky was not used to living on her own, but after
Jim's mysterious and tragic death, she just had to get away and start anew.
Becky picked the small Southern Utah town of Paiute Mountain to relocate, since this was a favorite getaway spot for her and Jim during their loving years together. This old Mormon settlement town is known for it's rustic scenery, rich history and local Native American folklore. They would spend many a weekend exploring the nearby foothills and caves, and camping and soaking in the amazingly serene hot springs the area is famous for.
From the first time she visited this place with Jim she felt a strange connection to the area, especially the hot springs and surrounding foothills. Becky never quite understood why she felt this way, just that she was drawn to it in some inexplicable way. Jim used to spend a lot of time here with his family, especially his Father, who had distant Native American relatives who once lived in the area. So, Becky just figured it was Jim's stories and memories of his childhood visits that made her feel the way she did.
As Becky sat in her small apartment thinking about her past life with her husband, she sensed a strange presence about her. Some kind of mysterious energy was lurking about, making her feel like she just had to get out of there for awhile and walk. The hot springs was about a mile away, so she figured it would be the perfect time to clear her head, stretch her legs, and go for a late night soak. So, she gathered a few things together and headed out into the night.
Becky was not a superstitious person, but upon leaving her apartment, she felt a very odd sense of deja vu, like she was re-living something that had happened before, "but that could not be," she thought. She tried to shake off the feeling as she crossed the dark street and headed toward the hot springs. The night air was warm and dry, with a slight breeze that felt comforting on her skin as she walked. The moon was full and bright, adding to the mysterious, almost magical atmosphere that surrounded her.
Her senses became alive, like something or someone was there with her that she could not see. Even though it was a very warm Summer night, she had goosebumps on her skin, and Becky started to feel afraid. "You are going to be OK" she said to herself, "it is just your mind playing tricks on you." She fought off the dread she felt, reassuring herself it was caused by all the thoughts she was having lately of her late husband Jim, and being alone for the first time.
She came to an area where the paved road ended and she found herself on a well worn dirt trail that led to the hot springs. As she slowly walked along, staring up at the night sky, and that big, bright full moon, Becky started hearing voices. She looked around startled, shining her flashlight all around, desperately trying to make sense out of what was happening. She was raised to never believe in the supernatural or ghosts, but now she started to doubt everything as her mind filled with a terror she had never felt before.
Becky stopped on the path, her heart pounding and gasping for breath. She frantically started thinking about Jim and all the wonderful times they spent together. After a few moments, when she thought she had collected herself, Becky started to walk toward the hot springs again, knowing she was very close. All she wanted to do now, was soak in that healing water and calm herself down.
When Becky got within sight of the camping area adjacent to the hot springs, she noticed there were no people camping, and the lights to the main building were off. "That is odd" she thought, "there are always people here during the Summer months." That is when she got the very uneasy feeling something was just not right here, some underlying menace, lurking just beneath the surface. She stopped dead in her tracks right in front of the main building, which housed the office and owner's living quarters.
The voices she heard earlier along the trail suddenly came back, like whispers in the wind. Becky stood there unable to move, as a bone chilling terror enveloped her body. "Please help me" she tried to shout, but no words came out, just a muffled groan. That is when she noticed movement in front of her, up on the hill behind the main building where the hot springs are located. "Is somebody here" she cried in a squeaky, terrified voice. She looked closer, and noticed what appeared to be shadows cast by a fire that was partially hidden by the building in front of her.
Becky summoned all of her strength and moved closer to get a better look at what was taking place up on that hill. She noticed what appeared to be people dancing or moving in a circle around a small fire, chanting some sort of language she had never heard before. She suddenly dropped her flashlight on the ground when she felt someone touch her shoulder from behind. She slowly turned her head to see who or what is was, when she smelled the sweet breath of her long departed husband Jim!
"What is happening to me" Becky cried. Then, for the first time in years, she heard the comforting voice of Jim say, "honey i am hear with you." Over come by sheer emotion, Becky broke down, fell to her knees and started to cry. She missed Jim so much, but she could not believe he was actually there with her now, comforting her in this moment of terror. Becky could feel Jim's sweet embrace, it was as though he were still alive and they were never apart.
The sound of Becky's flashlight dropping caught the attention of the people on the hill. She heard commotion and harsh, hurried voices talking frantically amongst themselves. She looked up and saw figures dressed in what appeared to be hooded black cloaks, rushing down the hill towards her.
Suddenly the wind started to blow, and what sounded like Native American drums and music filled the air. Becky sat there on the ground, eyes closed, focusing all her attention on Jim's loving presence. She felt people rushing past her, like she wasn't even there. When she opened her eyes the cloaked ones were gone, and Jim was standing right in front of her in all his former glory. "Sweetheart," he said, "there are many things i never told you about this place." Becky could still hear the soothing music all around her, and the sweet smell of sage filled the night air. She looked lovingly up at Jim as he continued to speak.
"My ancestors settled this land many years ago, and they are the protectors of this sacred place. The reason my Father used to bring me here as a young man, was to teach me the old ways, keeping my ancestor's history alive. When the white man settled here, there were wars, and my people were driven from this land. This hot springs is a powerful spot, Her waters come from deep within Mother Earth, and is filled the magic of the ages."
Becky felt a sense of calm and peace surround her as Jim spoke, and was overwhelmed by love and gratitude. "There are dark people in the world today that use this magic for their own selfish needs, that is what you witnessed here tonight my love." Jim continued, "Always know, that no matter how much power they conjure up, Mother Earth will always find balance, and the ancestors will always be here to protect Her."
With that, Becky felt a rush of cool air swirl around her. She looked up once again and saw Jim smile down on her as he vanished into the night. Becky stood up, wiped the tears from her eyes, looked around and noticed everything seemed different. There was a light around everything, a sort of ethereal glow, that made it seem as though this was all a dream.
As Becky walked home, she played the nights events over and over in her head, scared by what took place, but comforted by the fact that Jim came to her in a time of need. As the years past, she never spoke of this to anybody, keeping her memories to herself. She continued to live in Paiute Mountain, taking frequent walks to the hot springs, soaking in the healing waters and contemplating about her mysterious and mystical haunted Summer night.
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Jun 27, 2014
KOYAANISQATSI, Reggio's debut as a film director and producer, is the first film of the QATSI trilogy. The title is a Hopi Indian word meaning "life out of balance." Created between 1975 and 1982, the film is an apocalyptic vision of the collision of two different worlds -- urban life and technology versus the environment. The musical score was composed by Philip Glass.
KOYAANISQATSI attempts to reveal the beauty of the beast! We usually perceive our world, our way of living, as beautiful because there is nothing else to perceive. If one lives in this world, the globalized world of high technology, all one can see is one layer of commodity piled upon another. In our world the "original" is the proliferation of the standardized. Copies are copies of copies. There seems to be no ability to see beyond, to see that we have encased ourselves in an artificial environment that has remarkably replaced the original, nature itself. We do not live with nature any longer; we live above it, off of it as it were. Nature has become the resource to keep this artificial or new nature alive.
That being said, my intention in-other-words, let me describe the bigger picture. KOYAANISQATSI is not so much about something, nor does it have a specific meaning or value. KOYAANISQATSI is, after all, an animated object, an object in moving time, the meaning of which is up to the viewer.
Art has no intrinsic meaning. This is its power, its mystery, and hence, its attraction. Art is free. It stimulates the viewer to insert their own meaning, their own value. So while I might have this or that intention in creating this film, I realize fully that any meaning or value KOYAANISQATSI might have comes exclusively from the beholder.
The film's role is to provoke, to raise questions that only the audience can answer. This is the highest value of any work of art, not predetermined meaning, but meaning gleaned from the experience of the encounter. The encounter is my interest, not the meaning. If meaning is the point, then propaganda and advertising is the form. So in the sense of art, the meaning of KOYAANISQATSI is whatever you wish to make of it.
This is its power.
Koyaanisqatsi: Life out of Balance-Full Length
Where KOYAANISQATSI dealt with the imbalance between nature and modern society, POWAQQATSI is a celebration of the human-scale endeavor the craftsmanship, spiritual worship, labor and creativity that defines a particular culture. It's also a celebration of rareness -- the delicate beauty in the eyes of an Indian child, the richness of a tapestry woven in Kathmandu -- and yet an observation of how these societies move to a universal drumbeat.
POWAQQATSI is also about contrasting ways of life, and in part how the lure of mechanization and technology and the growth of mega-cities are having a negative effect on small-scale cultures.
The title POWAQQATSI is a Hopi Indian conjunctive -- the word Powaqa, I which refers to a negative sorcerer who lives at the expense of others, and Qatsi --i.e., life.
Several of "POWAQQATSI's" images point to a certain lethargy affecting its city dwellers. They could be the same faces we saw in the smaller villages but they seem numbed; their eyes reflect caution, uncertainty.
And yet POWAQQATSI, says Reggio, is not a film about what should or shouldn't be. "It's an impression, an examination of how life is changing", he explains. "That's all it is. There is good and there is bad. What we sought to capture is our unanimity as a global culture. Most of us tend to forget about this, caught up as we are in our separate trajectories. It was fascinating to blend these different existences together in one film."
To be certain, POWAQQATSI is a record of diversity and transformation, of cultures dying and prospering, of industry for its own sake and the fruits of individual labor, presented as an integrated human symphony -- and with Philip Glass' score providing the counterpart, performed with native, classical and electronic instruments, its tribal rhythms fused by a single majesterial theme.
Powaqqatsi: Life in Transformation-Full Length
More important than empires, more powerful than world religions, more decisive than great battles, more impactful than cataclysmic earth changes, NAQOYQATSI chronicles the most significant event of the last five thousand years: the transition from the natural milieu, old nature, to the "new" nature, the technological milieu.
Nature has held earthly unity through the mystery of diversity. New nature achieves this unity through the awesome power of technological homogenization. NAQOYQATSI is a reflection on this singular event, where our subject is the medium itself, the wonderland of technology. The medium is our story. In this scenario human beings do not use technology as a tool (the popular point-of-view), but rather we live technology as a way of life. Technology is the big force and like oxygen it is always there, a necessity that we cannot live without. Because its appetite is seemly infinite, it is consuming the finite world of nature. It is in this sense that technology is NAQOYQATSI, a sanctioned aggression against the force of life itself - war life, a total - war beyond the wars of the battlefield.
NAQOYQATSI takes us on an epical journey into a land that is nowhere, yet everywhere; the land where the image itself is our location, where the real gives way to the virtual. As the gods of old become dethroned, a new pantheon of light appears in the integrated circuit of the computer. Its truth, becomes the truth.
Extremes of promise and spectacle, tragedy and startling hope fuse in a digital tidal wave of image and music. In a poetic nanosecond, NAQOYQATSI give utterance to a new world coming, a new world here.
Naqoyqatsi: Life as War-Full Length