2009 is a very promising year for me. This is my first magazine cover photo for the year. i hope to be able to shoot more magazine materials..
My other photos were used for the Cover Story article: http://bahrainthismonth.com/coverstory/btm.coverstory.php
My photographed pictures on the cover of Woman This Month Magazine
Published by Redhouse Marketing…
just posting on this blog to promote my website: http://haerold.us
Harold Tejada - P H O T O G R A P H E R
i created a new wordpress blog today…
something new after a long time of hybernation from the blogosphere…
this marks a new beginning…
for Sophia — the Love of my Life.
"So She Dances"
A waltz when she walks in the room
She pulls back the hair from her face
She turns to the window to sway in the moonlight
Even her shadow has grace
A waltz for the girl out of reach
She lifts her hands up to the sky
She moves with the music
The song is her lover
The melody’s making her cry
So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is
From afar calling me silently
A waltz for the chance I should take
But how will I know where to start?
She’s spinning between constellations and dreams
Her rhythm is my beating heart
So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is
From afar calling me silently
I can’t keep on watching forever
I give up this view just to tell her
When I close my eyes I can see
The spotlights are bright on you and me
We’ve got the floor
And you’re in my arms
How could I ask for more?
So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is
From afar calling me silently
I can’t keep on watching forever
And I’m givin’ up this view just to tell her
(song by Josh Groban)
I was intending to write this blog before my en-trance to the Dark Side realm of a new beginning. Since the haunting started when i felt the limitations of my Lumix in a wedding ceremony, i couldn’t help but to delve more to what my passion inclines. There has been a very long gap between this post and the previous one because i’m trying to get through a very difficult transition. The lure of the Sith with the Force is so captivating that i have let my self drift in the sands of Time and space along with the tides of my fate.
A new Hope begins when the promise of tomorrow lies beyond the horizon. I hold in the clasp of my hands the magic that was sought by my forefathers in the land of dreams. i hold in the rhythm of my heart the Force that will come to Be.
i hold…
-Haeroldus Laudeus
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Besame, besame mucho, Como si fuera esta noche la última vez, Besame, besame mucho, Que tengo miedo a perderte, perderte despues [twice] Quiero sentirte muy cerca mirarme en tus ojos verte junto a mí Piensa que tal vez mañana yo ya estare lejos, muy lejos de ti Besame... Quiero... Besame...
Kiss me, kiss me more, As if tonight were the last time Kiss me, kiss me some more, For I'm scared to lose you, to lose you forevermore I want to feel you very close, see myself in your eyes, see you near me Think that maybe tomorrow I'll be so far away, very far away from you
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I feel wonderful
because I see
the love
shining in your eyes…
And the wonder
of it all
is that you just don’t realize
how much I love you…
"
The Chrysalis world of humanity is seen from the cosmic window residing
in the constellations creating the electromagnetic field surrounding
the earth’s domain as well as infinite planes of existence for
expressions of evolutionary life energy. The shadow beings ascended
from earth lingering between worlds are gathered behind the glass wall
of the great pod obelisk in the Heavens to observe the transference of
life cycled energy transition to another dimensional plane in the
Universe. Depending on the performance of the entity, the wisdom of the
ancients will determine the graduation level of advancement or the
return of the shadow being to the earth plane for further growth and
development. The enlightened beings upon ascension from the earth plane
merge with the golden ball of eternity, cocooning for Alpha Omega
Syndrome of Divine sojourn through the right of passage into pure light
energy. The blood elixir separates into the flowing pool of
regenerative life infusing the masculine and feminine spirit of matter.
The matter responds with life forms such as are contained in the earth
plane. When looking at the mountains of earth in the cosmic distance
one sees the sleeping giant awaiting the revelation of awakening."1
“My”
awareness of this world is like being a caterpillar, in that “I” crawl around
the ground. And as a caterpillar, I may turn around and move in the opposite
direction. I may move from one opposite to the other; converted from being a
bad caterpillar to a good one, from non-belief to belief, or from darkness to
light. As I turn around, I am “born again (anew).”
But,
“Am I not still a caterpillar; even though, through the hearing of the ear, I
have been converted to the faith of the mothers and the fathers?” “As a
caterpillar, don’t I require something more; something more than ‘hearing’?”
Now,
it is time for a “second conversion.” What is required is a transformation and
not a mere reversing of direction. I am to be “ begotten from above.”
Therefore,
I enwrap myself in the silken chrysalis of my nightly dreams. Deepening, “I”
transform. From change to change, dissolving, the veil thins; a metamorphosing
of awareness. Soon, there will be a transformation, a taking wing, flying, and
an arising of “sight”; pure awareness, the matrix of this world, and . . . God 2
***
1. JV Harvey. Chrysalis. c. 1995.
Acrylic On Russian Linen, 32 x 26" (81.3 x 66 cm).
Copyright © 1995 JV Harvey;
Colveyco Communications Productions Inc.
Photograph by Robert Sasson, New York.
http://colveyco.com/painting/p52.htm
2. David T. Hartman
HungryHearts
http://www.pcusa.org/spiritualformation/hungryhearts/archive/metamorphosis.pdf
"Cras amet qui numquam amavit, quique amavit cras amet"
(Tomorrow may he love who has never loved, she who has loved may she love again tomorrow)
John Fowles ends the novel "The Magus" with a quotation from the Roman lyric poem
"Pervigilium Veneris" (c. 150 C. E., anonymous) or "The Celebration of
Venus." The poem, which celebrates spring and new beginnings brought
about by the birth of love in the world, repeats the quoted refrain of
hope three times in nine lines.
as the world bids farewell to one of Britain’s most respected authors:http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/4415100.stm
(thanks to keeva for giving me this link and letting me know about his death ;))
i’d like to dedicate this page to this one great man who inspired me to make my pilgrimage to Phraxos someday…
"There had always been a conflict in me between mystery and meaning. I
had pursued the latter, worshiped the latter as a doctor. As a
socialist and rationalist. But then I saw that the attempt to scientize
reality, to name it and categorize it and vivisect it out of existence,
was like trying to remove the air from the atmosphere. In the creating
of the vacuum it was the experimenter who died, because he was inside
the vacuum." (417) (Maurice Conchis to Nicholas - The Magus - John Fowles)
"I know I have a reputation as a
cantankerous man of letters and I don’t try and play it down" 
John Fowles in 2003
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When that ultimate Mediterranean light fell on the world around me, I
could see it was supremely beautiful: but when it touched me, I felt it
was hostile. It seemed to corrode, not cleanse. It was like being at
the beginning of an interrogation under arc-lights: already I could see
the table with straps through the open doorway, already my old self
began to know that it wouldn’t be able to hold out. It was partly the
terror, the stripping-to-essentials, of love: because I fell totally
and forever in love with the Greek landscape from the moment I arrived.
But with the love came a contradictory, almost irritating, feeling of
impotence and inferiority, as if Greece were a woman so sensually
provocative that I must fall physically and desperately in love with
her, and at the same time so calmly aristocratic that I should never be
able to approach her. (51) (The Magus - John Fowles )
The Prince and the Magician
Once upon a time there was a young prince who believed in all things
but three. He did not believe in princesses, he did not believe in
islands, and he did not believe in God. His father, the king, told him
that such things did not exist. As there were no princesses or islands
in his father’s domains, and no sign of God, the prince believed his
father.
But then, one day, the prince ran away from his palace and came to
the next land. There, to his astonishment, from every coast he saw
islands, and on these islands, strange and troubling creatures whom he
dared not name. As he was searching for a boat, a man in full evening
dress approached him along the shore.
"Are those real islands?" asked the young prince.
"Of course they are real islands," said the man in evening dress.
"And those strange and troubling creatures?"
"They are all genuine and authentic princesses."
"Then God must also exist!" cried the young prince.
"I am God," replied the man in evening dress, with a bow.
The young prince returned home as quickly as he could.
"So, you are back," said his father, the king.
"I have seen islands, I have seen princesses, I have seen God," said the prince reproachfully.
The king was unmoved.
"Neither real islands, real princesses nor a real God exist."
"I saw them!"
"Tell me how God was dressed."
"God was in full evening dress."
"Were the sleves of his coat rolled back?"
The prince remembered that they had been. The king smiled.
"That is the uniform of a magician. You have been deceived."
At this, the prince returned to the next land and went to the same
shore, where once again he came upon the man in full evening dress.
"My father, the king, has told me who you are," said the prince
indignantly. "You deceived me last time, but not again. Now I know that
those are not real islands and real princesses, because you are a
magician."
The man on the shore smiled.
"It is you who are
deceived, my boy. In your father’s kingdom, there are many islands and
many princesses. But you are under your father’s spell, so you cannot
see them."
The prince pensively returned home. When he saw his father, he looked him in the eye.
"Father, is it true that you are not a real king, but only a magician?"
The king smiled and rolled back his sleeves.
"Yes, my son, I’m only a magician."
"Then the man on the other shore was God."
"The man on the other shore was another magician."
"I must know the truth, the truth beyond magic."
"There is no truth beyond magic," said the king.
The prince was full of sadness. He said "I will kill myself."
The
king by magic caused Death to appear. Death stood in the door and
beckoned to the prince. The prince shuddered. He remembered the
beautiful but unreal islands and the unreal but beautiful princesses.
"Very well," he said, "I can bear it".
"You see, my son," said the king, "you, too, now begin to be a magician."
From "The Magus" by John Fowles.
http://taurus.unine.ch/thorsten.kurz/prince.html
read this link as well:
http://www.markschenk.com/various/homo_universalis.html
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