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Summer Solstice Discoveries, Rembetika and Surf Music
Introduction This has been getting a few views on my blog, but the most interesting thing about it was where the instrumental "Misirlou" came from and the variations on its form. Also, Rembetika was something I had not heard of when I originally wrote this piece, and I had forgotten about it until now.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred about a year ago in Journal
Steps to Get VAT Registered Quickly with Affordable Services in London
Value Added Tax (VAT) is a pivotal component of business compliance in the UK. For companies trading in London, reaching the VAT threshold means registration is no longer optional—it becomes a statutory obligation. Many entrepreneurs worry about the complexity and cost of this process. However, with the rise of Cheap VAT Registration Services in London, businesses can now complete registration swiftly, affordably, and without unnecessary stress. Understanding the proper steps ensures compliance while avoiding delays and penalties.
By cheap accountantabout a year ago in Journal
The Freelancer's Playbook
The traditional 9-to-5 is no longer the only path to a successful career. The rise of the gig economy has empowered millions to trade cubicles for flexibility, becoming their own boss as freelancers. At the heart of this revolution are online marketplaces like Fiverr, Upwork, and others, which connect talent with opportunity on a global scale. But navigating this landscape requires more than just skill; it requires strategy.
By KAMRAN AHMADabout a year ago in Journal
He Has Caused Chinese Paintings to be Respected in the West
The World Poets and Cultural Congress, Composed of 5,612 experts and scholars, concluded that Master Wan Ko Yee is the one who laid the foundation for Chinese Paintings to enter the international forum. This Congress conferred upon the Master the title of the world’s only “Distinguished International Master.”
By Lucky Truthabout a year ago in Journal
The World Poet and Culture Congress Select Master Wan Ko Yee as the World’s Only "Distinguished International Master"
The Explanation of the Buddha’s Title – “H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III” On April 3, 2008, a solemn and dignified first-publishing ceremony of a fact-recording book entitled H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III, which published jointly by the World Buddhism Publishing LLC and the World Dharma Voice, Inc., was held at the Library of the Congress of the United States. The book was also formally accepted into the collection of the Library of the Congress of the United States. Only since that time, did people in the world know that Master Wan Ko Yee, who had been broadly respected by the great masses and who had also been known as Great Dharma King Yangwo Yeshe Norbu, had been recognized by the world’s leaders, regent dharma kings, and great rinpoches of Buddhism through official documents as the third incarnation of Dorje Chang Buddha, who is the primordial Sambhogakaya Buddha of the universe. The Buddha’s name is H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III. Since then, people began to address His Holiness the Buddha by “Namo[1] Dorje Chang Buddha III.” This is similar to the situation that Sakyamuni Buddha’s name was Prince Siddhartha Gotama before attaining Buddhahood. However, after Sakyamuni Buddha had attained Buddhahood, His title changed to “Namo Sakyamuni Buddha.” That is why we now address His Holiness the Buddha as “H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III.”
By Lucky Truthabout a year ago in Journal
Da Li Won Again Creates Sky-High Selling Price
The Explanation of the Buddha’s Title – “H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III” On April 3, 2008, a solemn and dignified first-publishing ceremony of a fact-recording book entitled H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III, which published jointly by the World Buddhism Publishing LLC and the World Dharma Voice, Inc., was held at the Library of the Congress of the United States. The book was also formally accepted into the collection of the Library of the Congress of the United States. Only since that time, did people in the world know that Master Wan Ko Yee, who had been broadly respected by the great masses and who had also been known as Great Dharma King Yangwo Yeshe Norbu, had been recognized by the world’s leaders, regent dharma kings, and great rinpoches of Buddhism through official documents as the third incarnation of Dorje Chang Buddha, who is the primordial Sambhogakaya Buddha of the universe. The Buddha’s name is H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III. Since then, people began to address His Holiness the Buddha by “Namo[1] Dorje Chang Buddha III.” This is similar to the situation that Sakyamuni Buddha’s name was Prince Siddhartha Gotama before attaining Buddhahood. However, after Sakyamuni Buddha had attained Buddhahood, His title changed to “Namo Sakyamuni Buddha.” That is why we now address His Holiness the Buddha as “H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III.”
By Lucky Truthabout a year ago in Journal
The Organization of American States Held The Master Wan Ko Yee Yun Sculpture Exhibition
The Explanation of the Buddha’s Title – “H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III” On April 3, 2008, a solemn and dignified first-publishing ceremony of a fact-recording book entitled H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III, which published jointly by the World Buddhism Publishing LLC and the World Dharma Voice, Inc., was held at the Library of the Congress of the United States. The book was also formally accepted into the collection of the Library of the Congress of the United States. Only since that time, did people in the world know that Master Wan Ko Yee, who had been broadly respected by the great masses and who had also been known as Great Dharma King Yangwo Yeshe Norbu, had been recognized by the world’s leaders, regent dharma kings, and great rinpoches of Buddhism through official documents as the third incarnation of Dorje Chang Buddha, who is the primordial Sambhogakaya Buddha of the universe. The Buddha’s name is H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III. Since then, people began to address His Holiness the Buddha by “Namo[1] Dorje Chang Buddha III.” This is similar to the situation that Sakyamuni Buddha’s name was Prince Siddhartha Gotama before attaining Buddhahood. However, after Sakyamuni Buddha had attained Buddhahood, His title changed to “Namo Sakyamuni Buddha.” That is why we now address His Holiness the Buddha as “H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III.”
By Lucky Truthabout a year ago in Journal
How party themes come alive with tattoos and face painting
From fairy-tale princesses to jungle explorers, themed parties are more than just decorations—they’re experiences. But how do you make your party theme truly come alive? The answer: stunning face painting and imaginative tattoos that bring characters and stories to life right on your guests’ skin. Whether you’re hosting a corporate carnival, artistic body art creates moments that are immersive, fun, and Instagram-worthy.
By Brandon Honeyabout a year ago in Journal
How a Public Idea Became Amazon’s #1 with 389 Sales in 9 Days
Factory costs under $2, retailing at $8. In just 9 days, this paper-craft newcomer sold 389 units on Amazon and already took the #1 New Release. What’s inside is simple: 50 printed sheets plus instructions. Fold along the lines, and you get a cute 3D cat figurine.
By Jingsourcing.com about a year ago in Journal
From Outsider to Essence
For as long as I can remember, I’ve carried a tension inside me that I couldn’t explain. On the outside, I could talk with people, relate to their stories, share in their laughter, even understand their struggles. And yet, deep down, I always felt… out of sync. As if I was standing half a step outside of the rhythm everyone else seemed to dance to.
By Randolphe Tanoguemabout a year ago in Journal
The Midnight Journal
M Mehran Zoya had never received a gift quite like it. On her 21st birthday, her aunt handed her a small, leather-bound journal with a delicate lock. “It’s no ordinary diary,” her aunt said, eyes glinting mysteriously. “Write in it every night, but beware: it remembers more than you think.” Zoya laughed. “It’s just a notebook.” But that night, curiosity took hold. She opened it and wrote her first entry: “Tonight I stayed up late watching the rain. It smelled like summer.” Nothing happened. She went to sleep, brushing off her aunt’s cryptic warning. --- Chapter Two: The First Dream The following night, Zoya dreamed vividly. She was walking through the streets of her city, but everything was distorted—buildings bent at odd angles, lights flickering, shadows stretching too long. When she woke, she noticed something odd: the journal had a new line written at the bottom of her page, in her handwriting: “The city isn’t what it seems. Watch the streets after midnight.” She froze. She hadn’t written it. --- Chapter Three: The Warning Each night, Zoya wrote, and each morning, the journal added lines she didn’t remember writing. They weren’t always benign—they were warnings: “The window opens on its own.” “Don’t look behind the curtain.” At first, she dismissed it as imagination. But one night, she heard the window click open in her room. Another night, a shadow lingered behind the curtain. The journal was guiding her—or warning her. --- Chapter Four: The Stranger One entry read: “A stranger waits where the lamplight flickers. Speak only if he calls your name.” Zoya had walked past the old streetlamp near her apartment countless times. That evening, curiosity and dread pulled her forward. Under the flickering light, she saw a man in a long coat. He turned, and his voice was a whisper in the wind: “Zoya.” Her heart stopped. She wanted to run, but she remembered the journal. She stood still. “Follow me,” he said. --- Chapter Five: The Library He led her to an abandoned library she had never noticed. Inside, stacks of journals lined the walls—hundreds of them, all similar to hers. Each one glowed faintly. “This is where the journals keep their secrets,” the man said. “Each writer’s life is recorded. Every choice, every fear, every memory—captured in ink.” Zoya realized the journal was more than a notebook. It was alive, a repository of experiences, guiding or warning its owner. --- Chapter Six: The Test The man handed her a new journal, identical to the first. “Write carefully. Some stories are meant to guide you; others… test you.” Zoya hesitated. She wrote: “I am afraid, but I want to understand.” The journal shimmered, then added beneath her words: “Fear is the path to knowing. Keep writing, and the answers come.” That night, she slept peacefully for the first time, though her dreams were strange—a city of moving books, whispers of her own thoughts, and shadows that beckoned. --- Chapter Seven: The Choice Days passed, and Zoya continued to write. The journal began revealing truths she had never confronted: regrets, unspoken feelings, moments she had ignored in her life. One evening, a new line appeared: “Choose: forget, or remember everything. Once you remember, the journal will never release you from its truths.” Zoya paused. Forgetting meant comfort, safety, ignorance. Remembering meant understanding herself fully, facing fears she had long ignored. With trembling hands, she wrote: “I choose to remember.” --- Chapter Eight: The Transformation From that night on, Zoya’s world changed. She remembered every detail of her life, the moments she had buried, the things she had ignored. The journal no longer guided her—it reflected her understanding back at her. She grew wiser, more aware, and strangely free. Though the journal remained at her side, it no longer whispered warnings—it waited for her to write, now in partnership. --- Epilogue: The Keeper Years later, Zoya became the new keeper of journals, guiding others as her aunt had guided her. She placed a leather-bound notebook on the desk of a young girl, much like herself at 21. “Write every night,” she said, with a small smile. “And remember: the journal will show you what you need, even if you aren’t ready for it.” The girl opened it, pen in hand, and the story began again.
By Muhammad Mehranabout a year ago in Journal
The Lost Journal
M Mehran Aisha never cared much for antiques, but when she inherited her uncle’s house, she stumbled upon something she couldn’t ignore. In the back of a closet, hidden beneath moth-eaten coats, she found a leather-bound journal. The cover was worn, the pages yellowed, but the handwriting inside was neat and deliberate. At first glance, it looked ordinary—a man’s thoughts about his daily life. But as Aisha read deeper, she realized this wasn’t just a journal. It was a confession. --- Chapter Two: The Confession Her uncle’s words spilled across the pages: “I see the boy every night at the edge of my bed. He doesn’t speak. He only stares. I know he’s real, though everyone says he’s only in my mind.” Aisha frowned. Her uncle had lived alone for years. She flipped to another entry. “The journal keeps him away. When I write, he disappears. When I stop, he comes closer.” The hair on her arms rose. Why had her uncle never mentioned this? --- Chapter Three: The Pattern Curiosity turned into obsession. Aisha read for hours. Every entry described the same boy—pale, silent, with dark hollow eyes. Her uncle detailed a chilling pattern: the boy appeared when he stopped writing, always growing nearer, as though waiting for the chance to finally reach him. The last entry stopped mid-sentence: “He’s here at the—” The pen trailed off. No more words followed. --- Chapter Four: The First Night That night, Aisha couldn’t sleep. The words of the journal looped in her head. Sometime past midnight, she felt it—a presence. The air shifted, heavy and cold. Slowly, she turned toward the corner of her bedroom. A small shadow stood there. Her chest tightened. The room spun. But when she blinked, the shadow was gone. --- Chapter Five: The Urge to Write The next morning, Aisha sat at the kitchen table with the journal in front of her. She wasn’t sure why, but she picked up a pen and began to write. “Last night, I saw him. Just a glimpse. But I know he was there.” As soon as the words hit the page, the heaviness in her chest lifted. The house seemed lighter, less suffocating. For reasons she couldn’t explain, the act of writing soothed her fear. --- Chapter Six: The Return Days passed. She told herself it was nonsense, but every time she put the journal aside, the presence returned. One night, ignoring the urge to write, she woke up to see the boy again—closer this time. His eyes met hers. They weren’t just hollow; they were hungry. She scrambled for the journal, scribbling furiously: “I see him. He’s closer. Please stay away.” The moment her pen touched the page, the boy vanished. --- Chapter Seven: The Realization By the seventh day, Aisha was writing constantly. Work emails went unanswered, calls ignored. She stayed by the journal, pouring her thoughts onto its pages. And yet… a question gnawed at her: What happens if the journal runs out of pages? She flipped to the back. Only ten blank sheets remained. Her stomach knotted. --- Chapter Eight: The Last Pages One evening, desperate, she searched the house for another journal but found nothing. She tried writing in a modern notebook, but it didn’t work. The boy appeared anyway, standing at the foot of her bed, watching, waiting. The leather-bound journal was the only one that kept him away. With shaking hands, she counted the pages again. Seven left. --- Chapter Nine: The Choice On the final night, only one page remained. Aisha sat in her room, staring at the boy who now stood inches away. His lips curved into something like a smile. Tears blurred her vision as she wrote: “I don’t want to end here. If someone finds this, keep writing. Don’t stop. Please. He’ll take me when it ends, but maybe… he won’t take you.” Her pen slid off the paper. The page was full. The ink bled into the last line. And then silence. --- Epilogue: The Inheritance Months later, the house was sold. A young couple moved in. While unpacking, the wife discovered a leather journal tucked into the kitchen drawer. She smiled at the beautiful binding, flipped to the first page, and began to read. That night, she swore she saw a boy standing in the corner of her room.
By Muhammad Mehranabout a year ago in Journal
