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{ "@context": "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams", "type": "OrderedCollectionPage", "orderedItems": [ { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1431653650584834067", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "content": "In the Footsteps of the Cyclopes<br /><br /><br />The sky is pale<br />at sunset.<br />The stone moon<br />haunts, mute,<br />above the hills.<br /><br />I'm seeking,<br />without hesitation,<br />among white sands and shells,<br />cold tracks,<br />old tracks of cyclopes.<br /><br />Silent thoughts<br />bury themselves<br />in my hair,<br />bare,<br />stripped<br />of dreams.<br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=poem\" title=\"#poem\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poem</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=nature\" title=\"#nature\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#nature</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=cyclopes\" title=\"#cyclopes\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#cyclopes</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=moon\" title=\"#moon\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#moon</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=twilight\" title=\"#twilight\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#twilight</a><br /><br /><a href=\"https://mcghilea.wordpress.com/2022/10/24/in-the-footsteps-of-the-cyclopes/\" target=\"_blank\">https://mcghilea.wordpress.com/2022/10/24/in-the-footsteps-of-the-cyclopes/</a>", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1431653650584834067", "published": "2022-10-25T14:40:28+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://cdn.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1431653610780889101/xlarge/", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 3136, "width": 1920 } ], "source": { "content": "In the Footsteps of the Cyclopes\n\n\nThe sky is pale\nat sunset.\nThe stone moon\nhaunts, mute,\nabove the hills.\n\nI'm seeking,\nwithout hesitation,\namong white sands and shells,\ncold tracks,\nold tracks of cyclopes.\n\nSilent thoughts\nbury themselves\nin my hair,\nbare,\nstripped\nof dreams.\n\n#poem #nature #cyclopes #moon #twilight\n\nhttps://mcghilea.wordpress.com/2022/10/24/in-the-footsteps-of-the-cyclopes/", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1431653650584834067/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1429515429084139521", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "content": "Pink<br /><br />She was floating<br />in the twilight,<br />the sakura branches<br />spreading<br />over her dress,<br />filling the air<br />with pink.<br /><br />After she left,<br />only the deafening silence<br />stayed,<br />like a bell,<br />behind the long kiss.<br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=poem\" title=\"#poem\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poem</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=art\" title=\"#art\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#art</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=dress\" title=\"#dress\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#dress</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=sakura\" title=\"#sakura\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#sakura</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=kiss\" title=\"#kiss\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#kiss</a> <br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.redbubble.com/i/dress/Eternal-Spring-by-Xannt/128207778.V4WQ8\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.redbubble.com/i/dress/Eternal-Spring-by-Xannt/128207778.V4WQ8</a>", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1429515429084139521", "published": "2022-10-19T17:03:56+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://cdn.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1429514792996966418/xlarge/", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 3136, "width": 1920 } ], "source": { "content": "Pink\n\nShe was floating\nin the twilight,\nthe sakura branches\nspreading\nover her dress,\nfilling the air\nwith pink.\n\nAfter she left,\nonly the deafening silence\nstayed,\nlike a bell,\nbehind the long kiss.\n\n#poem #art #dress #sakura #kiss \n\nhttps://www.redbubble.com/i/dress/Eternal-Spring-by-Xannt/128207778.V4WQ8", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1429515429084139521/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1427920774773084174", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "content": "AQUATIKA 2<br />A deep voice radiating strength and confidence broke in:<br />“Perhaps you should let me handle this?”<br />The moment the man spoke, the paralysis went away. Kolin finally could turn around. He found himself facing a tall, muscular fellow. The man, perhaps in his early thirties, produced a friendly smile. His blonde hair glimmered in a short haircut that framed harmonious features. His blue eyes displayed the fierce look of a warrior.<br />As a confirmation of his status, a circular patch was visible on the left side of his shirt: the symbol of Two Waves, one of the deadliest martial arts on Atlantide. It wasn’t the usual mark of an advanced practitioner but the patch of a master.<br />What was a master doing here, on the Iron Rock? No way! He couldn’t be interested in the thing underwater, could he? However, the more Kolin thought about it, the more he had to admit this was by far the most likely scenario.<br />The boys had just a few seconds to examine the master. With lightning speed, the man took off his shirt, shoes, and trousers. A muscular body stood now before them for a fraction of a second. Only in his underwear, the master ran to the edge of the platform. He dived head-down into the sea, almost without making a splash.<br />The teenagers bent down over the edge, trying to follow his movement several meters below the waves. The water was quite clear, and the master should have been easily visible, except they couldn’t glimpse him at all. He had vanished.<br /><br />Continues here: <a href=\"https://mcghilea.wordpress.com/2022/09/17/aquatika-2/\" target=\"_blank\">https://mcghilea.wordpress.com/2022/09/17/aquatika-2/</a><br /><br />Books by Marian C. Ghilea:<br /><br />- BUTTERFLY'S DREAM -<br />Smashwords: <a href=\"https://smashwords.com/books/view/893316\" target=\"_blank\">https://smashwords.com/books/view/893316</a><br />Amazon: <a href=\"https://amazon.com/dp/B07H2219PQ\" target=\"_blank\">https://amazon.com/dp/B07H2219PQ</a><br />Google Play: <a href=\"https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Butterfly_s_Dream?id=0YVvDwAAQBAJ\" target=\"_blank\">https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Butterfly_s_Dream?id=0YVvDwAAQBAJ</a><br /><br />- TIDES OF AMBER -<br />Amazon: <a href=\"https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NQRR43C\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NQRR43C</a><br />Google Play: <a href=\"https://play.google.com/.../Marian_C_Ghilea_Tides_of\" target=\"_blank\">https://play.google.com/.../Marian_C_Ghilea_Tides_of</a>...<br />Smashwords: <a href=\"https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/922540\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/922540</a><br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=scifi\" title=\"#scifi\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#scifi</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=martialarts\" title=\"#martialarts\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#martialarts</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=fantasy\" title=\"#fantasy\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#fantasy</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=art\" title=\"#art\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#art</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=ScienceFiction\" title=\"#ScienceFiction\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#ScienceFiction</a>", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1427920774773084174", "published": "2022-10-15T07:27:21+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://cdn.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1427919059059478546/xlarge/", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 3136, "width": 1920 } ], "source": { "content": "AQUATIKA 2\nA deep voice radiating strength and confidence broke in:\n“Perhaps you should let me handle this?”\nThe moment the man spoke, the paralysis went away. Kolin finally could turn around. He found himself facing a tall, muscular fellow. The man, perhaps in his early thirties, produced a friendly smile. His blonde hair glimmered in a short haircut that framed harmonious features. His blue eyes displayed the fierce look of a warrior.\nAs a confirmation of his status, a circular patch was visible on the left side of his shirt: the symbol of Two Waves, one of the deadliest martial arts on Atlantide. It wasn’t the usual mark of an advanced practitioner but the patch of a master.\nWhat was a master doing here, on the Iron Rock? No way! He couldn’t be interested in the thing underwater, could he? However, the more Kolin thought about it, the more he had to admit this was by far the most likely scenario.\nThe boys had just a few seconds to examine the master. With lightning speed, the man took off his shirt, shoes, and trousers. A muscular body stood now before them for a fraction of a second. Only in his underwear, the master ran to the edge of the platform. He dived head-down into the sea, almost without making a splash.\nThe teenagers bent down over the edge, trying to follow his movement several meters below the waves. The water was quite clear, and the master should have been easily visible, except they couldn’t glimpse him at all. He had vanished.\n\nContinues here: https://mcghilea.wordpress.com/2022/09/17/aquatika-2/\n\nBooks by Marian C. Ghilea:\n\n- BUTTERFLY'S DREAM -\nSmashwords: https://smashwords.com/books/view/893316\nAmazon: https://amazon.com/dp/B07H2219PQ\nGoogle Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Butterfly_s_Dream?id=0YVvDwAAQBAJ\n\n- TIDES OF AMBER -\nAmazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NQRR43C\nGoogle Play: https://play.google.com/.../Marian_C_Ghilea_Tides_of...\nSmashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/922540\n\n#scifi #martialarts #fantasy #art #ScienceFiction", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1427920774773084174/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1424409482363932691", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "content": "AQUATIKA 1<br />Change:<br />Purple Sundown<br /><br />“Ready? Go!”<br />Three pairs of bare feet started running at once. They rushed with all their might towards the foamy waves, quickly crossing the narrow sandy beach and disappearing under the tepid waters of Zefiria.<br />Soon, three pairs of shoulders were popping above the water surface every couple of seconds. In a storm of splashes, lean legs and arms pushed hard to get away from the shore.<br />The dark outline of the Iron Rock was growing larger and larger. It was the target of their race. And the girl was winning, being already several meters ahead.<br />Kolin gave up first. He turned face-up and began floating on his back, breathing hard and propelling himself towards the island with his feet. Solis persisted almost to the finish, trying stubbornly to catch up. However, in the end, Lila won. She almost always did.<br />The girl smiled, grabbed the thin metal rail mounted at the edge of the rock, and got out of the water. Solis arrived a few moments later. Then the two teenagers waited patiently for another two minutes until Kolin caught up with them.<br />It was a bright and pleasant afternoon, right before the monsoon season. The white buildings from Akonit flickered in the east, close to the coast. Westwards, the fringes of Lavand bathed in the orange halo of the Sun. Southwards and farther away, the white peak of Erol glittered at the edge of the sky, marking the highest local point of the Centrian mountain chain.<br />“Well?” Lila said. “I’ve won the bet.”<br />“Yes, you have,” Kolin replied with a resigned expression.<br />“Now you’ll have to show me the spot,” the girl requested, raising her eyebrows and producing a wide smile.<br />With a sigh, Solis stood up and motioned the other two teenagers to follow him. Kolin already knew the location but preferred to let his friend lead.<br />The Iron Rock was a rather peculiar place. Its regular shape did not look like nature’s work. Some people believed it used to be the foundation of an enormous building from an older civilization, a launchpad capable of sending people all the way up into space. Yet, it had been so long since those times that most locals took it for a legend. Nevertheless, it was a beautiful legend.<br />The island was shaped like a slightly convex circular platform about fifty meters in diameter. Its outer edge was vertical, measuring almost two meters above the sea level at high tide. The side facing the coast had a spot where several stone steps flanked by metal rails reached into the sea and allowed a potential visitor to climb on it with relative ease. The island’s surface — rough and not entirely level — was made of a dark-blue stone almost as hard as iron. That pretty much explained how it had survived the sea’s abrasion for so many centuries.<br />Solis motioned Lila and Kolin to follow him to the other side of the platform. He peered at the ground, then bent down over the edge, looking for something deep underwater. A few moments later, he stood up straight, went several more meters to the left, and bent down again.<br />“Here it is,” he said. “I’ve marked the spot with a piece of chalk near the edge. However, it’s still too early to see it now. We have to wait for the sunset.”<br />“That’s at least thirty more minutes,” Kolin remarked. “What are we going to do until then?”<br />“What about diving into the water right now?” Lila suggested. “If this is the right place, we might still see something.”<br />“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” Solis replied. “We know nothing about it. Could be dangerous.”<br />“You said it hasn’t moved from its location for almost a week,” the girl insisted. “Can’t be radioactive because you told me fish were swimming about all the time and no one died. We have our goggles. They should be enough to take a peak. The water is less than ten meters deep here.”<br />“I’d rather wait to see the light first,” Kolin mumbled.<br />“Suit yourself,” Lila snorted. “I’ll check it right now.”<br />With decided steps, the girl moved to the edge of the platform. Immediately, she jumped high in the air and dived head-down into the dark-blue waves.<br />The boys winced and bent their necks over the side, following with a worried gaze the trail of bubbles left by Lila’s sinking body. No doubt, she was now close to it. Ten seconds passed, then ten more. The girl didn’t return to the surface.<br />“Something’s wrong,” Kolin said, stating the obvious. “I’ll dive after her. Assist me from here in case I need help.” Although he was the slowest swimmer, he could hold his breath underwater longer than his friends.<br />Right at that moment, a firm hand grabbed his shoulder from behind. The boy felt paralyzed. His body froze, his muscles seemed to transform into stone. He wanted to scream but couldn’t utter the slightest sound. The hand didn’t belong to Solis. Someone else had just sneaked in noiselessly, like a water snake.<br /><br />(to be continued...)<br /><br />Books by Marian C. Ghilea:<br /><br />BUTTERFLY'S DREAM<br />Smashwords: <a href=\"https://smashwords.com/books/view/893316\" target=\"_blank\">https://smashwords.com/books/view/893316</a><br />Amazon: <a href=\"https://amazon.com/dp/B07H2219PQ\" target=\"_blank\">https://amazon.com/dp/B07H2219PQ</a><br />Google Play: <a href=\"https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Butterfly_s_Dream?id=0YVvDwAAQBAJ\" target=\"_blank\">https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Butterfly_s_Dream?id=0YVvDwAAQBAJ</a><br /><br />TIDES OF AMBER<br />The full haiku book is available on:<br />Amazon: <a href=\"https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NQRR43C\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NQRR43C</a><br />Google Play: <a href=\"https://play.google.com/.../Marian_C_Ghilea_Tides_of\" target=\"_blank\">https://play.google.com/.../Marian_C_Ghilea_Tides_of</a>...<br />Smashwords: <a href=\"https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/922540\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/922540</a><br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=novel\" title=\"#novel\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#novel</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=scifi\" title=\"#scifi\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#scifi</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=fantasy\" title=\"#fantasy\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#fantasy</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=art\" title=\"#art\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#art</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=martialarts\" title=\"#martialarts\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#martialarts</a>", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1424409482363932691", "published": "2022-10-05T14:54:44+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://cdn.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1424408905231896596/xlarge/", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 3136, "width": 1920 } ], "source": { "content": "AQUATIKA 1\nChange:\nPurple Sundown\n\n“Ready? Go!”\nThree pairs of bare feet started running at once. They rushed with all their might towards the foamy waves, quickly crossing the narrow sandy beach and disappearing under the tepid waters of Zefiria.\nSoon, three pairs of shoulders were popping above the water surface every couple of seconds. In a storm of splashes, lean legs and arms pushed hard to get away from the shore.\nThe dark outline of the Iron Rock was growing larger and larger. It was the target of their race. And the girl was winning, being already several meters ahead.\nKolin gave up first. He turned face-up and began floating on his back, breathing hard and propelling himself towards the island with his feet. Solis persisted almost to the finish, trying stubbornly to catch up. However, in the end, Lila won. She almost always did.\nThe girl smiled, grabbed the thin metal rail mounted at the edge of the rock, and got out of the water. Solis arrived a few moments later. Then the two teenagers waited patiently for another two minutes until Kolin caught up with them.\nIt was a bright and pleasant afternoon, right before the monsoon season. The white buildings from Akonit flickered in the east, close to the coast. Westwards, the fringes of Lavand bathed in the orange halo of the Sun. Southwards and farther away, the white peak of Erol glittered at the edge of the sky, marking the highest local point of the Centrian mountain chain.\n“Well?” Lila said. “I’ve won the bet.”\n“Yes, you have,” Kolin replied with a resigned expression.\n“Now you’ll have to show me the spot,” the girl requested, raising her eyebrows and producing a wide smile.\nWith a sigh, Solis stood up and motioned the other two teenagers to follow him. Kolin already knew the location but preferred to let his friend lead.\nThe Iron Rock was a rather peculiar place. Its regular shape did not look like nature’s work. Some people believed it used to be the foundation of an enormous building from an older civilization, a launchpad capable of sending people all the way up into space. Yet, it had been so long since those times that most locals took it for a legend. Nevertheless, it was a beautiful legend.\nThe island was shaped like a slightly convex circular platform about fifty meters in diameter. Its outer edge was vertical, measuring almost two meters above the sea level at high tide. The side facing the coast had a spot where several stone steps flanked by metal rails reached into the sea and allowed a potential visitor to climb on it with relative ease. The island’s surface — rough and not entirely level — was made of a dark-blue stone almost as hard as iron. That pretty much explained how it had survived the sea’s abrasion for so many centuries.\nSolis motioned Lila and Kolin to follow him to the other side of the platform. He peered at the ground, then bent down over the edge, looking for something deep underwater. A few moments later, he stood up straight, went several more meters to the left, and bent down again.\n“Here it is,” he said. “I’ve marked the spot with a piece of chalk near the edge. However, it’s still too early to see it now. We have to wait for the sunset.”\n“That’s at least thirty more minutes,” Kolin remarked. “What are we going to do until then?”\n“What about diving into the water right now?” Lila suggested. “If this is the right place, we might still see something.”\n“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” Solis replied. “We know nothing about it. Could be dangerous.”\n“You said it hasn’t moved from its location for almost a week,” the girl insisted. “Can’t be radioactive because you told me fish were swimming about all the time and no one died. We have our goggles. They should be enough to take a peak. The water is less than ten meters deep here.”\n“I’d rather wait to see the light first,” Kolin mumbled.\n“Suit yourself,” Lila snorted. “I’ll check it right now.”\nWith decided steps, the girl moved to the edge of the platform. Immediately, she jumped high in the air and dived head-down into the dark-blue waves.\nThe boys winced and bent their necks over the side, following with a worried gaze the trail of bubbles left by Lila’s sinking body. No doubt, she was now close to it. Ten seconds passed, then ten more. The girl didn’t return to the surface.\n“Something’s wrong,” Kolin said, stating the obvious. “I’ll dive after her. Assist me from here in case I need help.” Although he was the slowest swimmer, he could hold his breath underwater longer than his friends.\nRight at that moment, a firm hand grabbed his shoulder from behind. The boy felt paralyzed. His body froze, his muscles seemed to transform into stone. He wanted to scream but couldn’t utter the slightest sound. The hand didn’t belong to Solis. Someone else had just sneaked in noiselessly, like a water snake.\n\n(to be continued...)\n\nBooks by Marian C. Ghilea:\n\nBUTTERFLY'S DREAM\nSmashwords: https://smashwords.com/books/view/893316\nAmazon: https://amazon.com/dp/B07H2219PQ\nGoogle Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Butterfly_s_Dream?id=0YVvDwAAQBAJ\n\nTIDES OF AMBER\nThe full haiku book is available on:\nAmazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NQRR43C\nGoogle Play: https://play.google.com/.../Marian_C_Ghilea_Tides_of...\nSmashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/922540\n\n#novel #scifi #fantasy #art #martialarts", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1424409482363932691/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1423219513595269137", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "content": "The Black Butterfly<br />It came<br />surrounded by night.<br />My mother was asleep,<br />smiling serene<br />inside a lacquered box.<br />And it was quiet,<br />so quiet that<br />I wanted<br />to scream<br />forever.<br /><br />The house was already<br />full of people.<br />We were stepping in circles,<br />boiling planets around a silent star,<br />candles and prayers<br />blending in a solemn symphony.<br /><br />The butterfly stopped<br />on the northern wall,<br />directly under my room's window,<br />black wings pierced by nails,<br />like the hands of a martyr<br />touching a cross.<br /><br />The others left<br />before midnight.<br />Trying to take refuge in dreams,<br />my eyes,<br />wide shut by tears,<br />sank in beams of blue light<br />pouring out of the box<br />where mother was resting.<br /><br />Don't be afraid,<br />the butterfly said.<br />I'm your grief,<br />and I will help you get over this.<br />Of course, it will take time,<br />but I will be here,<br />my friend!<br />I will rise<br />and shine for you<br />until the end!<br /><br />Was it yesterday?<br />Was it a lifetime ago?<br /><br />Sometimes,<br />when I lift my eyes,<br />it spreads soft wings<br />like a smile,<br />absorbing the light,<br />swallowing my inner darkness,<br />the black butterfly,<br />my new friend<br />of sorrow and pain.<br /><br />text & artwork by Marian C. Ghilea<br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=poem\" title=\"#poem\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poem</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=butterfly\" title=\"#butterfly\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#butterfly</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=art\" title=\"#art\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#art</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=sorrow\" title=\"#sorrow\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#sorrow</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=death\" title=\"#death\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#death</a>", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1423219513595269137", "published": "2022-10-02T08:06:13+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://cdn.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1423219368619151367/xlarge/", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 2560, "width": 2048 } ], "source": { "content": "The Black Butterfly\nIt came\nsurrounded by night.\nMy mother was asleep,\nsmiling serene\ninside a lacquered box.\nAnd it was quiet,\nso quiet that\nI wanted\nto scream\nforever.\n\nThe house was already\nfull of people.\nWe were stepping in circles,\nboiling planets around a silent star,\ncandles and prayers\nblending in a solemn symphony.\n\nThe butterfly stopped\non the northern wall,\ndirectly under my room's window,\nblack wings pierced by nails,\nlike the hands of a martyr\ntouching a cross.\n\nThe others left\nbefore midnight.\nTrying to take refuge in dreams,\nmy eyes,\nwide shut by tears,\nsank in beams of blue light\npouring out of the box\nwhere mother was resting.\n\nDon't be afraid,\nthe butterfly said.\nI'm your grief,\nand I will help you get over this.\nOf course, it will take time,\nbut I will be here,\nmy friend!\nI will rise\nand shine for you\nuntil the end!\n\nWas it yesterday?\nWas it a lifetime ago?\n\nSometimes,\nwhen I lift my eyes,\nit spreads soft wings\nlike a smile,\nabsorbing the light,\nswallowing my inner darkness,\nthe black butterfly,\nmy new friend\nof sorrow and pain.\n\ntext & artwork by Marian C. Ghilea\n\n#poem #butterfly #art #sorrow #death", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1423219513595269137/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1422121617533702162", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "content": "New Horizons<br />Words -<br />printed,<br />or filling a screen.<br /><br />They<br />are only<br />bells<br />swaying<br />hesitantly<br />in long calls<br />that shake<br />the clouds.<br /><br />Better<br />lift your gaze<br />away from this text<br />and let your wings<br />spread high<br />until they touch the sky.<br /><br />(c) Marian C. Ghilea, 2021-2022<br />artwork by Marian C. Ghilea<br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=poem\" title=\"#poem\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poem</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=poetry\" title=\"#poetry\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poetry</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=fantasy\" title=\"#fantasy\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#fantasy</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=art\" title=\"#art\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#art</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=horizons\" title=\"#horizons\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#horizons</a>", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1422121617533702162", "published": "2022-09-29T07:23:34+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://cdn.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1422121532481605648/xlarge/", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 3136, "width": 1920 } ], "source": { "content": "New Horizons\nWords -\nprinted,\nor filling a screen.\n\nThey\nare only\nbells\nswaying\nhesitantly\nin long calls\nthat shake\nthe clouds.\n\nBetter\nlift your gaze\naway from this text\nand let your wings\nspread high\nuntil they touch the sky.\n\n(c) Marian C. Ghilea, 2021-2022\nartwork by Marian C. Ghilea\n\n#poem #poetry #fantasy #art #horizons", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1422121617533702162/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1421005544063242257", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "content": "BUTTERFLY'S DREAM 2<br />The pleasant rays of the autumnal Sun are sieving in through a circular window from above. They look like drops from a delicate celestial waterfall, filling the room with golden light. Prints of buildings, landscapes, or portraits, all placed neatly in thin frames, cover the gray plastered walls everywhere I look. Sounds of steps and conversations in low tones resonate and combine in frequencies overlapping around my standing body. People are coming in or moving out towards the other rooms of the art gallery. It is a continuous flow of costumes, dresses, and voices.<br />Why am I here? What am I doing in this place? Where is this building located, anyway? I feel as if I have been suddenly planted, like a sapling, at the edge of this hall. As if I have just materialized out of the void onto this spot.<br />Seconds later, fuzzy memories come back, shaking my senses with a vigorous gentleness. I remember the announcement about the exhibition. I read it the other day in a newspaper. It was about an extensive Escher collection, almost all his masterpieces in one place, open to the public from my city for a whole month. And here I am, in front of this lithograph from 1956, named Print Gallery.<br />The flow of people goes on unabated, left and right, forward and backward. It’s a never-ending swirl of footsteps and voices. Visitors pause for a few moments in front of a framed image, then move, almost in haste, to the next.<br />I keep looking at Print Gallery, hypnotized by its unusual composition. My eyes remain glued to the man displayed there. His eyes are gazing at the works filling a passageway. Through an insane twist of space, the framed image in front of him expands, enclosing the room, the building, the whole Universe. Unperturbed, he stares at the print he has become a part of. And now, I am that man. And I’m looking at the print from the print. And I have become part of this print myself.<br />“What do you think of this work? It looks intriguing, doesn’t it?” strikes a voice at my right.<br />Pulled out of this dazzling vision, I slowly turn my head and find a slender, middle-aged man of medium height standing next to me. He is wearing a dark-orange robe, his head is neatly shaved, and his face displays a peaceful smile. A Buddhist monk. Well, why wouldn’t a monk be interested in art, too? However, my instinct tells me he isn’t here by chance. His question sounds beyond casual. It certainly has a deeper meaning.<br />I take a deep breath and do my best to articulate my thoughts as clearly as I can, murmuring in a low tone:<br />“I have to admit: I’m fascinated by it. The image seems to blur the distinction between what’s inside and what’s outside us.”<br />His gray eyes look at me intensely. I feel as if they could drill my skull and read my thoughts. Yet, the peace and friendliness surrounding them can only come from someone who has reached a high spiritual level. This monk is someone who apparently wants to help me with something. But with what? And why?<br />My memory still has gaps. I can’t recall well the past few days or, as a matter of fact, anything preceding this moment. I don’t remember how I’ve got into this room and in front of this print. Perhaps this stranger has come to help me figure out what’s going on.<br />“You’re right,” the monk says. “Escher has brilliantly caught the fact that the ego is an illusion, that what’s inside our head cannot be fully separated from what’s outside our skin. Not that he was the first to do so. However, he has shown it in an intuitive and easy-to-understand manner.”<br />I feel like inside a classroom where I’m a student and he is the teacher. As soon as the stranger goes quiet, an idea begins to germinate in my brain. The whole scene looks like happening in a dream. Like I have dreamed of it before. The situation and the dialog seem somewhat rehearsed, artificial. As if we were two mediocre actors playing their roles on an invisible stage.<br />I wait for my heartbeats to calm down, then I say:<br />“My memory is blurred. I can’t remember what’s happened to me recently. I’ve got the impression you aren’t here by chance. Have you come to help me, to guide me somewhere?”<br />The monk stares straight into my eyes with a grave expression, nodding in silence. Time seems to flow slower now. The air has turned viscous.<br />I breathe evenly, trying to keep my flux of thoughts under control. Then I turn my gaze towards the artwork. It’s still there, unchanged. Yet, something else, hard to define, is different now. I don’t know where my past is rooted, but I’m somehow aware of my future. As if everything has suddenly begun to flow in the opposite direction, from tomorrow towards yesterday. Unaware of how this information has filled my thoughts, I know there’s a path in front of me, a path onto which I have to step soon. Very soon, probably in less than a minute.<br />We both continue to look at the print like we’re holding a vigil in front of it. I feel as if Maurits Cornelis Escher himself is standing now behind us, gazing intently at his creation. However, why am I going through this strange scenario? What are these preparations for? What kind of trip is waiting for me? Or, perhaps, it has already begun?<br />“I wanted to make sure you’re taking the proper path,” the stranger in the dark-orange robe says. “Your journey is going to begin here, right in front of this work of art. Don’t strain yourself too hard to understand everything at once. Understanding will come eventually, gradually, in time.”<br />“Who are you?” I ask, turning my gaze towards him.<br />I plan to follow up with a few more questions, but the monk has vanished. There is no trace of him. Perhaps he was only a product of my imagination? Startled, I turn my eyes back to the distorted landscape from the frame in front of me. And again, I am the man from the print, looking at the print. Space is curling around me, wrapping my body like a dark veil. When I turn my head once more towards the hall, I feel I’m both inside and outside the frame. It is a most unusual sensation, and it makes me dizzy.<br />I think I’m going to faint and prepare to embrace the hard marble floor in my fall. Yet, my knees somehow manage to stay steady. I remain standing. The art gallery is fading away. A few seconds later, I suddenly get comfortable, lying in a bed placed under a domed ceiling. The new room is bathed in diffuse blue light. The walls display a pleasant, refreshing blue.<br />“Let the story begin!” a man’s voice commands.<br />I fail to see him. The room looks empty.<br />“Let it begin! Bon voyage et bonne chance!” an invisible chorus replies.<br />A flash of light envelops me for a split second. Then I seem to materialize in a different location.<br />The bed and the room are gone. I’m aware of floating inside a liquid bubble, but my eyes are closing by themselves with overwhelming strength. Unable to react in any way, I’m falling into a deep dormant state. For a short time, I can still hear voices speaking loud and clear inside my brain:<br />Black! I think the recipient is sufficiently relaxed.<br />Gray! Body and mind are adjusting to the intermediary environment.<br />Red! Gradually increase the output up to half.<br />Orange! The readings of the body parameters are within the norm.<br />Yellow! Open the gate towards the new environment.<br />Green! Continue to increase the output to the maximum.<br />Blue! The gate towards the new environment is active.<br />Purple! Disconnect the primary environment.<br />Crimson! Separate the recipient from the intermediary environment.<br />Violet! Stand by for ignition.<br />White! Ignition and lift off! The recipient has crossed to the other side!<br /><br />BOOK AVAILABLE HERE:<br />Amazon: <a href=\"https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07H2219PQ\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07H2219PQ</a><br />Google Play: <a href=\"https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Butterfly_s_Dream?id=0YVvDwAAQBAJ\" target=\"_blank\">https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Butterfly_s_Dream?id=0YVvDwAAQBAJ</a><br />Smashwords: <a href=\"https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/893316\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/893316</a><br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=novel\" title=\"#novel\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#novel</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=scifi\" title=\"#scifi\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#scifi</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=fantasy\" title=\"#fantasy\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#fantasy</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=fiction\" title=\"#fiction\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#fiction</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=firstcontact\" title=\"#firstcontact\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#firstcontact</a>", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1421005544063242257", "published": "2022-09-26T05:28:42+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://cdn.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1421005368703586315/xlarge/", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 3136, "width": 1920 } ], "source": { "content": "BUTTERFLY'S DREAM 2\nThe pleasant rays of the autumnal Sun are sieving in through a circular window from above. They look like drops from a delicate celestial waterfall, filling the room with golden light. Prints of buildings, landscapes, or portraits, all placed neatly in thin frames, cover the gray plastered walls everywhere I look. Sounds of steps and conversations in low tones resonate and combine in frequencies overlapping around my standing body. People are coming in or moving out towards the other rooms of the art gallery. It is a continuous flow of costumes, dresses, and voices.\nWhy am I here? What am I doing in this place? Where is this building located, anyway? I feel as if I have been suddenly planted, like a sapling, at the edge of this hall. As if I have just materialized out of the void onto this spot.\nSeconds later, fuzzy memories come back, shaking my senses with a vigorous gentleness. I remember the announcement about the exhibition. I read it the other day in a newspaper. It was about an extensive Escher collection, almost all his masterpieces in one place, open to the public from my city for a whole month. And here I am, in front of this lithograph from 1956, named Print Gallery.\nThe flow of people goes on unabated, left and right, forward and backward. It’s a never-ending swirl of footsteps and voices. Visitors pause for a few moments in front of a framed image, then move, almost in haste, to the next.\nI keep looking at Print Gallery, hypnotized by its unusual composition. My eyes remain glued to the man displayed there. His eyes are gazing at the works filling a passageway. Through an insane twist of space, the framed image in front of him expands, enclosing the room, the building, the whole Universe. Unperturbed, he stares at the print he has become a part of. And now, I am that man. And I’m looking at the print from the print. And I have become part of this print myself.\n“What do you think of this work? It looks intriguing, doesn’t it?” strikes a voice at my right.\nPulled out of this dazzling vision, I slowly turn my head and find a slender, middle-aged man of medium height standing next to me. He is wearing a dark-orange robe, his head is neatly shaved, and his face displays a peaceful smile. A Buddhist monk. Well, why wouldn’t a monk be interested in art, too? However, my instinct tells me he isn’t here by chance. His question sounds beyond casual. It certainly has a deeper meaning.\nI take a deep breath and do my best to articulate my thoughts as clearly as I can, murmuring in a low tone:\n“I have to admit: I’m fascinated by it. The image seems to blur the distinction between what’s inside and what’s outside us.”\nHis gray eyes look at me intensely. I feel as if they could drill my skull and read my thoughts. Yet, the peace and friendliness surrounding them can only come from someone who has reached a high spiritual level. This monk is someone who apparently wants to help me with something. But with what? And why?\nMy memory still has gaps. I can’t recall well the past few days or, as a matter of fact, anything preceding this moment. I don’t remember how I’ve got into this room and in front of this print. Perhaps this stranger has come to help me figure out what’s going on.\n“You’re right,” the monk says. “Escher has brilliantly caught the fact that the ego is an illusion, that what’s inside our head cannot be fully separated from what’s outside our skin. Not that he was the first to do so. However, he has shown it in an intuitive and easy-to-understand manner.”\nI feel like inside a classroom where I’m a student and he is the teacher. As soon as the stranger goes quiet, an idea begins to germinate in my brain. The whole scene looks like happening in a dream. Like I have dreamed of it before. The situation and the dialog seem somewhat rehearsed, artificial. As if we were two mediocre actors playing their roles on an invisible stage.\nI wait for my heartbeats to calm down, then I say:\n“My memory is blurred. I can’t remember what’s happened to me recently. I’ve got the impression you aren’t here by chance. Have you come to help me, to guide me somewhere?”\nThe monk stares straight into my eyes with a grave expression, nodding in silence. Time seems to flow slower now. The air has turned viscous.\nI breathe evenly, trying to keep my flux of thoughts under control. Then I turn my gaze towards the artwork. It’s still there, unchanged. Yet, something else, hard to define, is different now. I don’t know where my past is rooted, but I’m somehow aware of my future. As if everything has suddenly begun to flow in the opposite direction, from tomorrow towards yesterday. Unaware of how this information has filled my thoughts, I know there’s a path in front of me, a path onto which I have to step soon. Very soon, probably in less than a minute.\nWe both continue to look at the print like we’re holding a vigil in front of it. I feel as if Maurits Cornelis Escher himself is standing now behind us, gazing intently at his creation. However, why am I going through this strange scenario? What are these preparations for? What kind of trip is waiting for me? Or, perhaps, it has already begun?\n“I wanted to make sure you’re taking the proper path,” the stranger in the dark-orange robe says. “Your journey is going to begin here, right in front of this work of art. Don’t strain yourself too hard to understand everything at once. Understanding will come eventually, gradually, in time.”\n“Who are you?” I ask, turning my gaze towards him.\nI plan to follow up with a few more questions, but the monk has vanished. There is no trace of him. Perhaps he was only a product of my imagination? Startled, I turn my eyes back to the distorted landscape from the frame in front of me. And again, I am the man from the print, looking at the print. Space is curling around me, wrapping my body like a dark veil. When I turn my head once more towards the hall, I feel I’m both inside and outside the frame. It is a most unusual sensation, and it makes me dizzy.\nI think I’m going to faint and prepare to embrace the hard marble floor in my fall. Yet, my knees somehow manage to stay steady. I remain standing. The art gallery is fading away. A few seconds later, I suddenly get comfortable, lying in a bed placed under a domed ceiling. The new room is bathed in diffuse blue light. The walls display a pleasant, refreshing blue.\n“Let the story begin!” a man’s voice commands.\nI fail to see him. The room looks empty.\n“Let it begin! Bon voyage et bonne chance!” an invisible chorus replies.\nA flash of light envelops me for a split second. Then I seem to materialize in a different location.\nThe bed and the room are gone. I’m aware of floating inside a liquid bubble, but my eyes are closing by themselves with overwhelming strength. Unable to react in any way, I’m falling into a deep dormant state. For a short time, I can still hear voices speaking loud and clear inside my brain:\nBlack! I think the recipient is sufficiently relaxed.\nGray! Body and mind are adjusting to the intermediary environment.\nRed! Gradually increase the output up to half.\nOrange! The readings of the body parameters are within the norm.\nYellow! Open the gate towards the new environment.\nGreen! Continue to increase the output to the maximum.\nBlue! The gate towards the new environment is active.\nPurple! Disconnect the primary environment.\nCrimson! Separate the recipient from the intermediary environment.\nViolet! Stand by for ignition.\nWhite! Ignition and lift off! The recipient has crossed to the other side!\n\nBOOK AVAILABLE HERE:\nAmazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07H2219PQ\nGoogle Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Butterfly_s_Dream?id=0YVvDwAAQBAJ\nSmashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/893316\n\n#novel #scifi #fantasy #fiction #firstcontact", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1421005544063242257/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1420100702281142287", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "content": "Silent Twilight<br />My dreams,<br />rivers of ice,<br />carry me,<br />tireless,<br />along moon shadows.<br /><br />They pull me out<br />of night and day,<br />and I wake up<br />in silent twilight.<br /><br />It's quiet<br />as in times<br />before Creation,<br />before you and me<br />became together.<br /><br />I fill my lungs<br />with the nascent dawn,<br />my breath,<br />your breath,<br />whispering prayers<br />for a new,<br />peaceful<br />sunrise.<br /><br />text & artwork by Marian C. Ghilea, 2022<br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=poem\" title=\"#poem\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poem</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=poetry\" title=\"#poetry\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poetry</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=time\" title=\"#time\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#time</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=space\" title=\"#space\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#space</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=fantasy\" title=\"#fantasy\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#fantasy</a>", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1420100702281142287", "published": "2022-09-23T17:33:11+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://cdn.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1420100681980710931/xlarge/", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 1568, "width": 960 } ], "source": { "content": "Silent Twilight\nMy dreams,\nrivers of ice,\ncarry me,\ntireless,\nalong moon shadows.\n\nThey pull me out\nof night and day,\nand I wake up\nin silent twilight.\n\nIt's quiet\nas in times\nbefore Creation,\nbefore you and me\nbecame together.\n\nI fill my lungs\nwith the nascent dawn,\nmy breath,\nyour breath,\nwhispering prayers\nfor a new,\npeaceful\nsunrise.\n\ntext & artwork by Marian C. Ghilea, 2022\n\n#poem #poetry #time #space #fantasy", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1420100702281142287/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1419295358961324036", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "content": "Change<br />The spring,<br />sea of branches,<br />spreads glimmers of fire<br />among future leaves.<br /><br />It’s getting late.<br />Velvet veils<br />of twilight<br />pour over peaks.<br /><br />I draw my sword.<br />The blade stabs the air<br />and lets new dreams<br />cut my shrowds.<br /><br />It’s time for a change,<br />immortality<br />is waiting<br />beyond the clouds.<br /><br />Wooden drops<br />and liquid twigs<br />mingle<br />in silent dancing.<br /><br />Dreams over dreams<br />stay together as one:<br />they are quickly<br />advancing.<br /><br />I’m going to shout:<br />“I exist!<br />That’s enough!”<br />and let the wind carry me.<br /><br />Strong wings fill the dusk,<br />I’m ready to fight,<br />one step<br />from eternity.<br /><br />© Marian C. Ghilea, 2021<br />artwork by Marian C. Ghilea, 2022<br /><br />Books by Marian C. Ghilea:<br />\"Butterfly's Dream\"<br />Smashwords: <a href=\"https://smashwords.com/books/view/893316\" target=\"_blank\">https://smashwords.com/books/view/893316</a><br />Amazon: <a href=\"https://amazon.com/dp/B07H2219PQ\" target=\"_blank\">https://amazon.com/dp/B07H2219PQ</a><br />Google Play: <a href=\"https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Butterfly_s_Dream?id=0YVvDwAAQBAJ\" target=\"_blank\">https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Butterfly_s_Dream?id=0YVvDwAAQBAJ</a><br />\"Tides of Amber\"<br />Amazon: <a href=\"https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NQRR43C\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NQRR43C</a><br />Google Play: <a href=\"https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Tides_of_Amber?id=-0mHDwAAQBAJ\" target=\"_blank\">https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Tides_of_Amber?id=-0mHDwAAQBAJ</a><br />Smashwords: <a href=\"https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/922540\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/922540</a><br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=poetry\" title=\"#poetry\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poetry</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=change\" title=\"#change\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#change</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=immortality\" title=\"#immortality\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#immortality</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=eternity\" title=\"#eternity\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#eternity</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=fantasy\" title=\"#fantasy\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#fantasy</a>", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1419295358961324036", "published": "2022-09-21T12:13:02+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://cdn.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1419295136931647496/xlarge/", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 3136, "width": 1920 } ], "source": { "content": "Change\nThe spring,\nsea of branches,\nspreads glimmers of fire\namong future leaves.\n\nIt’s getting late.\nVelvet veils\nof twilight\npour over peaks.\n\nI draw my sword.\nThe blade stabs the air\nand lets new dreams\ncut my shrowds.\n\nIt’s time for a change,\nimmortality\nis waiting\nbeyond the clouds.\n\nWooden drops\nand liquid twigs\nmingle\nin silent dancing.\n\nDreams over dreams\nstay together as one:\nthey are quickly\nadvancing.\n\nI’m going to shout:\n“I exist!\nThat’s enough!”\nand let the wind carry me.\n\nStrong wings fill the dusk,\nI’m ready to fight,\none step\nfrom eternity.\n\n© Marian C. Ghilea, 2021\nartwork by Marian C. Ghilea, 2022\n\nBooks by Marian C. Ghilea:\n\"Butterfly's Dream\"\nSmashwords: https://smashwords.com/books/view/893316\nAmazon: https://amazon.com/dp/B07H2219PQ\nGoogle Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Butterfly_s_Dream?id=0YVvDwAAQBAJ\n\"Tides of Amber\"\nAmazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NQRR43C\nGoogle Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Tides_of_Amber?id=-0mHDwAAQBAJ\nSmashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/922540\n\n#poetry #change #immortality #eternity #fantasy", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1419295358961324036/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1418502139558236173", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "content": "BUTTERFLY'S DREAM 1<br />Overture<br /><br />I am not here to provide answers but to show you some of the questions that define our world. An answer might often be a destination, but the question is the journey towards it. Go on, embark on the journey, and discover the destination yourself.<br /><br />Elessyos of Miletus (c. 615 — c. 520 BC)<br /><br />Here it is, the Universe everywhere around you and inside you, with no explanation, no instructions for use. Now, what are you going to do? If the overture describing the beginning looks too complicated, go to the prologue of its evolution. If even that seems too slow for your eyes, move to alpha and continue through the whole alphabet until omega looms above you, for time is circular, and you can always come back.<br /><br />Seraphios (c. 605 — c. 513 BC) — Dialogues at the Edge of Time<br /><br />Beginning.<br />Breathe in.<br />To be.<br />Being.<br />Light.<br />Thinking.<br />Concepts.<br />Breathe out.<br />Breathing.<br />Breathing again, in and out.<br />Ideas. Words. Communication.<br />Breathe in, breathe out. Start the transmission of data.<br />I don’t remember being born. I doubt anyone does. Still, foggy memories from the beginning of my existence are stored somewhere, deep inside my brain. Most times, these memories stay hidden. However, once in a while, they surface to my conscious side, haunting my thoughts.<br />When I became part of this world as an identifiable entity, I was little more than a pack of instincts and incompletely developed organs. Not fully separated from its virtual state, my mind was taking shape out of nothingness and transforming into something-ness.<br />At some point, the local fabric of space-time began to suffer dynamic changes, like an ocean during a powerful storm. Lines of universe were splitting into thin filaments. Fragments of void were evolving into dots. The dots were transforming into circles. The circles were growing into spheres. The spheres were expanding to four-dimensional hyper-spheres.<br />The transformation continued at an accelerated pace. The expansion became faster and faster until it reached a predefined boundary. Then it stopped. Here I began orbiting around a sphere of energy, remaining in metastable equilibrium. Growing turned into sending. Sending developed into receiving. Receiving a body, a mind. Acquiring senses to perceive the world…<br />As soon as my senses came to life, I could see, I could hear, I could smell, I could touch, I could taste. I could interact with far-away objects and with objects within my reach. The surrounding Universe became alive with shapes and colors, like a giant benevolent dragon who breathed in unison with me. From that moment on, time began to pour restlessly from outside — into my mind, and from inside — out of my body.<br />Events after events started to flow around me and through me. Months and years piled up, mirroring my continuous development, my slow but incessant change. I was transformed, programmed by other beings to communicate, to learn, and to use my newly discovered creative powers. However, my first clear feelings of self-awareness only came after I had spent several years in this new form. They appeared when I was already becoming human.<br />Being alive. Existing. Manifesting in this material space and time. Being guided…<br />Soon after our existences begin, those who have previously descended into this realm of manifestations are the individuals who set our newly born minds and memories onto the trajectories of their choice. They were shaped, in turn, by those who arrived before them, who were themselves modeled by their predecessors. This chain of cause and effect goes back in time for a tremendous number of generations. It keeps alive what we call civilization.<br />During our early years of life, we are always a reflection of others. We mix their characteristics in various proportions, especially those belonging to our parents while being raised by them, as it happens in most instances. Only when our age reaches more than a decade, we really begin to expand our minds and take a path of our own. Yet, this personal path is rarely different from the one imprinted into our brains at the beginning of our existence. We could call this factor civilization conditioning. And we shall never be completely free from it.<br />Hence, our freedom of expression and evolution is only apparent. Our progress is always limited by our roots, by the foundation of our society. At the most basic level of awareness and reasoning, we can never reprogram ourselves. If something unexpected comes at us, if we are suddenly thrown into an entirely different universe, we shall likely perceive this new place only from our subjective cultural perspective.<br />And so, a first question arises from these facts: Who are we? Of course, it can be followed by many more, such as: Where do we come from? Where shall our journeys take us when our lives end? How much of what we are is ourselves? Why are we us and not others? Why are we stuck inside a single body and have to live a particular, unique existence?<br />Answers to such inquiries don’t come easy, if at all. But do we really need them? And then, what happens if somehow these heavy chains of civilization conditioning break into pieces and set us free?<br />Let’s explore this hallway and see what follows. Open that door, please. Yes, that door on the left. Press the handle gently and walk inside. Take the path that awaits you there and let that universe unfold around your life in its majestic, unpredictable way.<br />There are no promises for answers, but perhaps at the end of the journey you will see yourself and your reflections from an entirely different angle.<br />And if you can’t find the mirrors right away, don’t worry: they will bloom in front of you sooner or later. Mirror after mirror after mirror is going to touch your face until you won’t know anymore which one is your reflection and which one is your true self.<br />A mirror reflecting itself. What would it show?<br /><br />BOOK AVAILABLE HERE:<br />Smashwords: <a href=\"https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/893316\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/893316</a><br />Amazon: <a href=\"https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07H2219PQ\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07H2219PQ</a><br />Google Play: <a href=\"https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Butterfly_s_Dream?id=0YVvDwAAQBAJ\" target=\"_blank\">https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Butterfly_s_Dream?id=0YVvDwAAQBAJ</a><br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=scifi\" title=\"#scifi\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#scifi</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=fantasy\" title=\"#fantasy\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#fantasy</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=fiction\" title=\"#fiction\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#fiction</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=sciencefiction\" title=\"#sciencefiction\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#sciencefiction</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=firstcontact\" title=\"#firstcontact\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#firstcontact</a><br /><br />Text & Artwork by Marian C. Ghilea", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1418502139558236173", "published": "2022-09-19T07:41:04+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://cdn.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1418502063549059081/xlarge/", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 1568, "width": 960 } ], "source": { "content": "BUTTERFLY'S DREAM 1\nOverture\n\nI am not here to provide answers but to show you some of the questions that define our world. An answer might often be a destination, but the question is the journey towards it. Go on, embark on the journey, and discover the destination yourself.\n\nElessyos of Miletus (c. 615 — c. 520 BC)\n\nHere it is, the Universe everywhere around you and inside you, with no explanation, no instructions for use. Now, what are you going to do? If the overture describing the beginning looks too complicated, go to the prologue of its evolution. If even that seems too slow for your eyes, move to alpha and continue through the whole alphabet until omega looms above you, for time is circular, and you can always come back.\n\nSeraphios (c. 605 — c. 513 BC) — Dialogues at the Edge of Time\n\nBeginning.\nBreathe in.\nTo be.\nBeing.\nLight.\nThinking.\nConcepts.\nBreathe out.\nBreathing.\nBreathing again, in and out.\nIdeas. Words. Communication.\nBreathe in, breathe out. Start the transmission of data.\nI don’t remember being born. I doubt anyone does. Still, foggy memories from the beginning of my existence are stored somewhere, deep inside my brain. Most times, these memories stay hidden. However, once in a while, they surface to my conscious side, haunting my thoughts.\nWhen I became part of this world as an identifiable entity, I was little more than a pack of instincts and incompletely developed organs. Not fully separated from its virtual state, my mind was taking shape out of nothingness and transforming into something-ness.\nAt some point, the local fabric of space-time began to suffer dynamic changes, like an ocean during a powerful storm. Lines of universe were splitting into thin filaments. Fragments of void were evolving into dots. The dots were transforming into circles. The circles were growing into spheres. The spheres were expanding to four-dimensional hyper-spheres.\nThe transformation continued at an accelerated pace. The expansion became faster and faster until it reached a predefined boundary. Then it stopped. Here I began orbiting around a sphere of energy, remaining in metastable equilibrium. Growing turned into sending. Sending developed into receiving. Receiving a body, a mind. Acquiring senses to perceive the world…\nAs soon as my senses came to life, I could see, I could hear, I could smell, I could touch, I could taste. I could interact with far-away objects and with objects within my reach. The surrounding Universe became alive with shapes and colors, like a giant benevolent dragon who breathed in unison with me. From that moment on, time began to pour restlessly from outside — into my mind, and from inside — out of my body.\nEvents after events started to flow around me and through me. Months and years piled up, mirroring my continuous development, my slow but incessant change. I was transformed, programmed by other beings to communicate, to learn, and to use my newly discovered creative powers. However, my first clear feelings of self-awareness only came after I had spent several years in this new form. They appeared when I was already becoming human.\nBeing alive. Existing. Manifesting in this material space and time. Being guided…\nSoon after our existences begin, those who have previously descended into this realm of manifestations are the individuals who set our newly born minds and memories onto the trajectories of their choice. They were shaped, in turn, by those who arrived before them, who were themselves modeled by their predecessors. This chain of cause and effect goes back in time for a tremendous number of generations. It keeps alive what we call civilization.\nDuring our early years of life, we are always a reflection of others. We mix their characteristics in various proportions, especially those belonging to our parents while being raised by them, as it happens in most instances. Only when our age reaches more than a decade, we really begin to expand our minds and take a path of our own. Yet, this personal path is rarely different from the one imprinted into our brains at the beginning of our existence. We could call this factor civilization conditioning. And we shall never be completely free from it.\nHence, our freedom of expression and evolution is only apparent. Our progress is always limited by our roots, by the foundation of our society. At the most basic level of awareness and reasoning, we can never reprogram ourselves. If something unexpected comes at us, if we are suddenly thrown into an entirely different universe, we shall likely perceive this new place only from our subjective cultural perspective.\nAnd so, a first question arises from these facts: Who are we? Of course, it can be followed by many more, such as: Where do we come from? Where shall our journeys take us when our lives end? How much of what we are is ourselves? Why are we us and not others? Why are we stuck inside a single body and have to live a particular, unique existence?\nAnswers to such inquiries don’t come easy, if at all. But do we really need them? And then, what happens if somehow these heavy chains of civilization conditioning break into pieces and set us free?\nLet’s explore this hallway and see what follows. Open that door, please. Yes, that door on the left. Press the handle gently and walk inside. Take the path that awaits you there and let that universe unfold around your life in its majestic, unpredictable way.\nThere are no promises for answers, but perhaps at the end of the journey you will see yourself and your reflections from an entirely different angle.\nAnd if you can’t find the mirrors right away, don’t worry: they will bloom in front of you sooner or later. Mirror after mirror after mirror is going to touch your face until you won’t know anymore which one is your reflection and which one is your true self.\nA mirror reflecting itself. What would it show?\n\nBOOK AVAILABLE HERE:\nSmashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/893316\nAmazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07H2219PQ\nGoogle Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Marian_C_Ghilea_Butterfly_s_Dream?id=0YVvDwAAQBAJ\n\n#scifi #fantasy #fiction #sciencefiction #firstcontact\n\nText & Artwork by Marian C. Ghilea", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1418502139558236173/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1417384530754408460", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "content": "A Little Sip of Wine<br />The colorful lights of the Akikonian sunset were fading into the nascent night. The summer had been sunny and dry, the perfect kind of weather for a good harvest of red grapes. The continent was fertile for many new crops. It was a place with a lot of potential for anyone involved in farming. Yet, for her, the biggest gamble was only beginning. She was ready to make wine in a world where the bacteria in the soil and air were not identical with those from Earth.<br />Scratching absentmindedly her right cheek, Megumi took a seat on the wooden stool in front of the fermentation tanks platform, looking at the monitoring display. The temperature inside was about 23 Celsius degrees, optimal for the production of red wine. The right amount of cultured yeast had already been added and everything appeared to be within the norm. Now she had to wait for more than a week to see the first results when the primary fermentation ended.<br />Megumi trusted the traditional methods more than modern technology, although she tried to make the best of both. Her farm used a computerized system to supervise the fermentation process. Nonetheless, the tanks were not steel containers but large open vats made of the best oak wood she could find.<br />The woman climbed onto the processing platform and did a final visual check of the tanks. The interior of each vessel displayed the dark liquid covered by a thin crust of grape skins. It looked promising and had a pleasant fragrance.<br />A few more months and the investment might pay off, the woman thought. Or it might not. However, she quickly suppressed the unpleasant idea. Better stay positive. A small business on a rural planet could become something big by next year. Many people were going to spend handsome amounts of money on a beverage not chemically synthesized. A drink from natural ingredients will always have a superior taste. Of course, some farmers were already making beer and saké, but the wine would be something new, something refined. And she would have the advantage of being the first to put it on sale.<br />Megumi inhaled the sweet scent of the fermenting must, then she climbed down from the platform and returned to the middle of the hall. She pressed the tiny badge from her chest and called:<br />\"Porto, come here!\"<br />Five or six seconds later, a vaguely humanoid shape appeared from the yard, sliding noiselessly on three thin wheels.<br />\"Yes, ma'am! What are your orders?\"<br />\"Supervise the fermentation process overnight. Check the indicators and look inside the tanks once an hour. Wake me up if anything out of the ordinary happens.\"<br />\"Yes, ma'am. I will check the tanks every hour until you come back here. If anything unusual happens, I will wake you up.\"<br />The robots from Akikonia were rather primitive. You had to give them clear instructions, then listen patiently to your orders being repeated. It was the only way to make sure they'll do exactly what you wanted. Still, these robots were the main work resource in such an underpopulated world. The whole labor force on Megumi's farm was served by such ten intelligent machines. Self-plugging themselves every eleven hours into the outside outlets connected to large sets of solar panels, they were doing all the needed hard work under her remote supervision.<br />It will take many decades until the great migration started by Empress Akiko reached its purpose. Yet, someday, this planet was going to rival the most successful colonies in the Galaxy. It had a well-balanced environment, was rich in metals and minerals, and any big predators were missing. The plants and animals brought from Earth were thriving on it. The climate was mild, the atmosphere composition almost identical to Earth's, the gravity only slighter lower. The local magnetic field had a higher intensity and gave excellent protection to its inhabitants from any harmful cosmic radiation. A satellite comparable in size to Earth's moon kept the planet's axis stable. The axis inclination itself was slightly over twenty-two degrees, maintaining in the temperate areas four seasons, like on the homeworld.<br />\"There is glory in our work here, the glory of the future generations and the pride of the Empire,\" Megumi whispered, reciting the beginning of the official colonization pledge. Her voice trailed off. Perhaps there was glory. Perhaps there wasn't so much of it. However, she couldn't change her mind and go back on Earth now. Better think of the future and make this gamble succeed. Then you can decide what to do next.<br />The valley outside was already under the night's power, and she felt exhausted after a day of hard work. Her body was in desperate need of some rest. Ten minutes later, the woman was deeply asleep in her bedroom.<br />*<br />The Sun's disc was emerging from the blue-green ocean. In front of the purple horizon, seagulls were gliding across the waves. Breathing in deeply the salty air, Megumi was leisurely walking along the shore. Suddenly, a green fish pulled its head out of the foamy water and called loudly:<br />\"Please wake up, ma'am! There is a problem with the tanks!\"<br />\"WHAT?\" replied the woman and opened her eyes.<br />Porto stood next to her bed, the lights on top of its head blinking nervously in the dark.<br />Oh no! No, no, no! Please, God, make everything all right! was all that came through her dizzy mind, but she already knew something was wrong. Megumi lowered her eyelids and remained in bed for a few more seconds. Her body ached with fatigue. Then she opened her eyes again and pulled herself with a grunt of pain into a sitting position.<br />\"What time is it?\"<br />\"It's three twenty-four in the morning.\"<br />Three minutes later, with her working clothes back on, Megumi was peering inside the aromatic half-darkness of the first tank. The liquid glowed in a faint bluish light as if invaded by colonies of microscopic luminescent organisms. Fear poured in her brain:<br />This is bad! Really bad! Nobody would ever risk drinking it!<br />Soon, she found out that all the tanks had been affected. The whole grape harvest seemed wasted. Ironically, the temperature, the yeast concentration, and all the other parameters looked fine. The woman climbed down the platform and began to pace across the hall back and forth, talking to herself in a low voice:<br />\"Think! Don't let the panic take over! So, let's begin: now, what am I going to do? I suppose I could take a sample and analyze it under the microscope. There's still a slim chance to kill these things. I only need to know what they are. Yes. That's it! Let's take a sample and analyze it.\"<br />With an empty glass in her left hand, Megumi climbed back onto the fermentation platform and bent over the edge of the first tank. The liquid surface was low, rather hard to reach. Suppressing a yawn, the woman bent down further, peering into the large vessel, trying to examine the glow from closer. A moment later, her feet slipped, and she plunged head-down into the must.<br />*<br />Something had grabbed her legs and was pulling her up. Coughing, with her face and hair covered by dark grape skins, Megumi waited to be dragged out. Soon, she found herself seated on the wooden stool from the hall. Thanks to Porto, only her head and shoulders had sunk into the fermenting liquid. The woman began to shiver from the cold. Tiny streams of must were pouring over her clothes.<br />Motionless, the robot was standing in front of her, holding the glass filled with must in its metallic fingers, waiting. The hall felt different. Everything around felt different, but Megumi couldn't point out exactly what had changed. Something had happened during the brief moment when she was with her head inside the must. Yet, she was unable to remember what. A short blackout, but why?<br />Megumi gave a long look at the glass from Porto's hand. The flickering light was gone from the liquid. Wiping her face and neck with a towel, the woman climbed back onto the tank platform. The light was still there. She took an empty glass and filled it with must, careful not to slip again inside the vessel. The liquid came out clean. It was a typical, dark-colored, fermenting grape juice.<br />The woman began talking to herself again, this time in a louder voice:<br />\"Think! Try to understand what's going on! The glow doesn't seem to be part of the must. If so, how does it stay in place? A local species of luminescent bacteria appear to be there but aren't there. Perhaps they're hidden deeper below and beam their light towards the surface.\"<br />Megumi lifted the glass in front of her eyes and inspected its contents for a while. Then she brought it close to her lips and inhaled the liquid's bouquet. The fragrance was rich, full of subtle elements that defined a future top-quality wine. Megumi opened her mouth slightly but was reluctant to take a sip from the recipient. Instead, she emptied a small amount of juice into the analysis box. The tool's display lit up immediately as the chemical and biological check began. A message box popped out:<br />PLEASE WAIT! ANALYSIS IN PROGRESS. ESTIMATED COMPLETION TIME: 10 MINUTES.<br />\"I might just take a quick shower and clean my hair until it finishes,\" she mumbled and left the room.<br />*<br />Hair freshly washed and dried, now wearing clean clothes, Megumi read the analysis report carefully. A long list and a few pie-charts described in detail the contents of the glass. Everything was as expected. Everything was all right. The liquid was safe to drink.<br />Well, at least not all hope is lost.<br />\"Cheers!\" she said in a loud voice and took a sip from the recipient.<br />*<br />The room looked the same but felt different. Time and space seemed to curve into a soft sphere that enveloped her. The air had become warm and sticky. And then it was the continuous soothing, never-ending vibration, like the sound of a silver bell. All the fatigue was gone.<br />\"What in the Universe is going on?\"<br />Her words came out muffled, unrecognizable. Startled by the changed perception of her voice, Megumi tried to take a step towards the tanks. Her body felt weightless, and the motion made her soar in the air. One moment later, she was floating above the first tank. Inside, the blue glow had become brighter. Behind the hazy surface, she could see a few dark shapes moving.<br />The first thought took her by surprise. It carried a tentative message of friendship spiced with a flavor of curiosity. The thought had a regular geometrical shape, more like a pyramid, but was rather pale and blurry. More thought-shapes followed. Different shapes, clearer contours, brighter colors. Sending greetings, asking questions.<br />Words gathered in her brain. The words took shape. The words became phrases. The message went in.<br />\"They only think through emotions, sharing direct feelings, direct experiences. These beings are so different and at the same time so easy to understand!\" Megumi thought.<br />She tried to reply. The words couldn't go through. The woman turned back to emotions and sent them a message of love and peace. Emotions-questions flew back and forth. Emotions-answers followed. They had been there, on the planet, all the time. Unnoticed by humans, living their lives in harmony on the extended surface of the hypersphere. Her new friends.<br />The must fermentation had gone differently on Akikonia. The local bacteria had activated a gate towards their realm. Now they were eager to invite her in and go out to explore her world.<br />Her brain translated the emotions back into words:<br />\"Want to switch for one day? Perhaps for a few days?\"<br />*<br />\"Megumi, what are your plans for tonight?\" Tadao asked. \"I'm going to the city. Why don't you come with me? We could have dinner together in a fancy restaurant. I've got a good harvest of rice and can afford to offer you a nice treat.\"<br />\"I'm sorry, but I can't come,\" the woman replied. \"I'm still busy supervising the fermentation process inside the tanks.\"<br />\"Still, it's only a couple of hours,\" the man insisted but was immediately cut short:<br />\"It will be late when I finish the work. Then I'll need some rest. Perhaps, before going to bed, I'll take a little sip of wine.\"<br />\"All right,\" Tadao said after a short pause, a bit surprised by her reaction. \"I'll keep the invitation open for another evening when you're not so busy. By the way, how is the wine turning? Do you think it will sell well?\"<br />A blue light flickered for a moment inside Megumi's eyes. Then a faint smile spread over her lips:<br />\"It's still in the phase of primary fermentation, but the taste is promising. Why don't you stop by and taste it when you come back from the city?\"<br />\"Sure,\" the man replied, a bit confused by the unexpected invitation. \"I'll be happy to check it. Do you need anything from the city?”<br />“No, thank you!”<br />“See you soon!\"<br />Tadao got inside the car and left. Inside Megumi's eyes, the flicker of blue flashed again.<br />*<br />The colorful lights of the Akikonian sunset were fading into the nascent night. The electric car was running smoothly on the synthetic surface that linked the farms to the city. Seated comfortably next to Tadao, Megumi was gazing through the transparent roof at the first stars. She turned her head towards the man and said:<br />\"I think the city dwellers are going to like the wine, despite it being still in the primary fermentation phase.\"<br />\"I bet they'll love it,\" Tadao responded. \"The ten bottles from the trunk probably won't be enough.\"<br />\"Ten bottles will have to do for this visit. I can't wait to see people's reaction after taking a sip from them,\" she added.<br />A flicker of blue light filled Megumi's eyes for a moment. Tadao, who was driving, didn't answer and didn't turn his head, his gaze focused on the road. But a similar blue flicker filled his eyes a fraction of a second later, an emotion-answer to her emotion-question.<br />The tall buildings from the city were already visible in the distance. They were getting close.<br /><br />(c) Marian C. Ghilea, 2018-2021<br />artwork by Marian C. Ghilea, 2022<br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=scifi\" title=\"#scifi\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#scifi</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=sciencefiction\" title=\"#sciencefiction\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#sciencefiction</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=shortstory\" title=\"#shortstory\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#shortstory</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=colonization\" title=\"#colonization\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#colonization</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=fantasy\" title=\"#fantasy\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#fantasy</a>", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1417384530754408460", "published": "2022-09-16T05:40:05+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://cdn.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1417384458473967627/xlarge/", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 1568, "width": 960 } ], "source": { "content": "A Little Sip of Wine\nThe colorful lights of the Akikonian sunset were fading into the nascent night. The summer had been sunny and dry, the perfect kind of weather for a good harvest of red grapes. The continent was fertile for many new crops. It was a place with a lot of potential for anyone involved in farming. Yet, for her, the biggest gamble was only beginning. She was ready to make wine in a world where the bacteria in the soil and air were not identical with those from Earth.\nScratching absentmindedly her right cheek, Megumi took a seat on the wooden stool in front of the fermentation tanks platform, looking at the monitoring display. The temperature inside was about 23 Celsius degrees, optimal for the production of red wine. The right amount of cultured yeast had already been added and everything appeared to be within the norm. Now she had to wait for more than a week to see the first results when the primary fermentation ended.\nMegumi trusted the traditional methods more than modern technology, although she tried to make the best of both. Her farm used a computerized system to supervise the fermentation process. Nonetheless, the tanks were not steel containers but large open vats made of the best oak wood she could find.\nThe woman climbed onto the processing platform and did a final visual check of the tanks. The interior of each vessel displayed the dark liquid covered by a thin crust of grape skins. It looked promising and had a pleasant fragrance.\nA few more months and the investment might pay off, the woman thought. Or it might not. However, she quickly suppressed the unpleasant idea. Better stay positive. A small business on a rural planet could become something big by next year. Many people were going to spend handsome amounts of money on a beverage not chemically synthesized. A drink from natural ingredients will always have a superior taste. Of course, some farmers were already making beer and saké, but the wine would be something new, something refined. And she would have the advantage of being the first to put it on sale.\nMegumi inhaled the sweet scent of the fermenting must, then she climbed down from the platform and returned to the middle of the hall. She pressed the tiny badge from her chest and called:\n\"Porto, come here!\"\nFive or six seconds later, a vaguely humanoid shape appeared from the yard, sliding noiselessly on three thin wheels.\n\"Yes, ma'am! What are your orders?\"\n\"Supervise the fermentation process overnight. Check the indicators and look inside the tanks once an hour. Wake me up if anything out of the ordinary happens.\"\n\"Yes, ma'am. I will check the tanks every hour until you come back here. If anything unusual happens, I will wake you up.\"\nThe robots from Akikonia were rather primitive. You had to give them clear instructions, then listen patiently to your orders being repeated. It was the only way to make sure they'll do exactly what you wanted. Still, these robots were the main work resource in such an underpopulated world. The whole labor force on Megumi's farm was served by such ten intelligent machines. Self-plugging themselves every eleven hours into the outside outlets connected to large sets of solar panels, they were doing all the needed hard work under her remote supervision.\nIt will take many decades until the great migration started by Empress Akiko reached its purpose. Yet, someday, this planet was going to rival the most successful colonies in the Galaxy. It had a well-balanced environment, was rich in metals and minerals, and any big predators were missing. The plants and animals brought from Earth were thriving on it. The climate was mild, the atmosphere composition almost identical to Earth's, the gravity only slighter lower. The local magnetic field had a higher intensity and gave excellent protection to its inhabitants from any harmful cosmic radiation. A satellite comparable in size to Earth's moon kept the planet's axis stable. The axis inclination itself was slightly over twenty-two degrees, maintaining in the temperate areas four seasons, like on the homeworld.\n\"There is glory in our work here, the glory of the future generations and the pride of the Empire,\" Megumi whispered, reciting the beginning of the official colonization pledge. Her voice trailed off. Perhaps there was glory. Perhaps there wasn't so much of it. However, she couldn't change her mind and go back on Earth now. Better think of the future and make this gamble succeed. Then you can decide what to do next.\nThe valley outside was already under the night's power, and she felt exhausted after a day of hard work. Her body was in desperate need of some rest. Ten minutes later, the woman was deeply asleep in her bedroom.\n*\nThe Sun's disc was emerging from the blue-green ocean. In front of the purple horizon, seagulls were gliding across the waves. Breathing in deeply the salty air, Megumi was leisurely walking along the shore. Suddenly, a green fish pulled its head out of the foamy water and called loudly:\n\"Please wake up, ma'am! There is a problem with the tanks!\"\n\"WHAT?\" replied the woman and opened her eyes.\nPorto stood next to her bed, the lights on top of its head blinking nervously in the dark.\nOh no! No, no, no! Please, God, make everything all right! was all that came through her dizzy mind, but she already knew something was wrong. Megumi lowered her eyelids and remained in bed for a few more seconds. Her body ached with fatigue. Then she opened her eyes again and pulled herself with a grunt of pain into a sitting position.\n\"What time is it?\"\n\"It's three twenty-four in the morning.\"\nThree minutes later, with her working clothes back on, Megumi was peering inside the aromatic half-darkness of the first tank. The liquid glowed in a faint bluish light as if invaded by colonies of microscopic luminescent organisms. Fear poured in her brain:\nThis is bad! Really bad! Nobody would ever risk drinking it!\nSoon, she found out that all the tanks had been affected. The whole grape harvest seemed wasted. Ironically, the temperature, the yeast concentration, and all the other parameters looked fine. The woman climbed down the platform and began to pace across the hall back and forth, talking to herself in a low voice:\n\"Think! Don't let the panic take over! So, let's begin: now, what am I going to do? I suppose I could take a sample and analyze it under the microscope. There's still a slim chance to kill these things. I only need to know what they are. Yes. That's it! Let's take a sample and analyze it.\"\nWith an empty glass in her left hand, Megumi climbed back onto the fermentation platform and bent over the edge of the first tank. The liquid surface was low, rather hard to reach. Suppressing a yawn, the woman bent down further, peering into the large vessel, trying to examine the glow from closer. A moment later, her feet slipped, and she plunged head-down into the must.\n*\nSomething had grabbed her legs and was pulling her up. Coughing, with her face and hair covered by dark grape skins, Megumi waited to be dragged out. Soon, she found herself seated on the wooden stool from the hall. Thanks to Porto, only her head and shoulders had sunk into the fermenting liquid. The woman began to shiver from the cold. Tiny streams of must were pouring over her clothes.\nMotionless, the robot was standing in front of her, holding the glass filled with must in its metallic fingers, waiting. The hall felt different. Everything around felt different, but Megumi couldn't point out exactly what had changed. Something had happened during the brief moment when she was with her head inside the must. Yet, she was unable to remember what. A short blackout, but why?\nMegumi gave a long look at the glass from Porto's hand. The flickering light was gone from the liquid. Wiping her face and neck with a towel, the woman climbed back onto the tank platform. The light was still there. She took an empty glass and filled it with must, careful not to slip again inside the vessel. The liquid came out clean. It was a typical, dark-colored, fermenting grape juice.\nThe woman began talking to herself again, this time in a louder voice:\n\"Think! Try to understand what's going on! The glow doesn't seem to be part of the must. If so, how does it stay in place? A local species of luminescent bacteria appear to be there but aren't there. Perhaps they're hidden deeper below and beam their light towards the surface.\"\nMegumi lifted the glass in front of her eyes and inspected its contents for a while. Then she brought it close to her lips and inhaled the liquid's bouquet. The fragrance was rich, full of subtle elements that defined a future top-quality wine. Megumi opened her mouth slightly but was reluctant to take a sip from the recipient. Instead, she emptied a small amount of juice into the analysis box. The tool's display lit up immediately as the chemical and biological check began. A message box popped out:\nPLEASE WAIT! ANALYSIS IN PROGRESS. ESTIMATED COMPLETION TIME: 10 MINUTES.\n\"I might just take a quick shower and clean my hair until it finishes,\" she mumbled and left the room.\n*\nHair freshly washed and dried, now wearing clean clothes, Megumi read the analysis report carefully. A long list and a few pie-charts described in detail the contents of the glass. Everything was as expected. Everything was all right. The liquid was safe to drink.\nWell, at least not all hope is lost.\n\"Cheers!\" she said in a loud voice and took a sip from the recipient.\n*\nThe room looked the same but felt different. Time and space seemed to curve into a soft sphere that enveloped her. The air had become warm and sticky. And then it was the continuous soothing, never-ending vibration, like the sound of a silver bell. All the fatigue was gone.\n\"What in the Universe is going on?\"\nHer words came out muffled, unrecognizable. Startled by the changed perception of her voice, Megumi tried to take a step towards the tanks. Her body felt weightless, and the motion made her soar in the air. One moment later, she was floating above the first tank. Inside, the blue glow had become brighter. Behind the hazy surface, she could see a few dark shapes moving.\nThe first thought took her by surprise. It carried a tentative message of friendship spiced with a flavor of curiosity. The thought had a regular geometrical shape, more like a pyramid, but was rather pale and blurry. More thought-shapes followed. Different shapes, clearer contours, brighter colors. Sending greetings, asking questions.\nWords gathered in her brain. The words took shape. The words became phrases. The message went in.\n\"They only think through emotions, sharing direct feelings, direct experiences. These beings are so different and at the same time so easy to understand!\" Megumi thought.\nShe tried to reply. The words couldn't go through. The woman turned back to emotions and sent them a message of love and peace. Emotions-questions flew back and forth. Emotions-answers followed. They had been there, on the planet, all the time. Unnoticed by humans, living their lives in harmony on the extended surface of the hypersphere. Her new friends.\nThe must fermentation had gone differently on Akikonia. The local bacteria had activated a gate towards their realm. Now they were eager to invite her in and go out to explore her world.\nHer brain translated the emotions back into words:\n\"Want to switch for one day? Perhaps for a few days?\"\n*\n\"Megumi, what are your plans for tonight?\" Tadao asked. \"I'm going to the city. Why don't you come with me? We could have dinner together in a fancy restaurant. I've got a good harvest of rice and can afford to offer you a nice treat.\"\n\"I'm sorry, but I can't come,\" the woman replied. \"I'm still busy supervising the fermentation process inside the tanks.\"\n\"Still, it's only a couple of hours,\" the man insisted but was immediately cut short:\n\"It will be late when I finish the work. Then I'll need some rest. Perhaps, before going to bed, I'll take a little sip of wine.\"\n\"All right,\" Tadao said after a short pause, a bit surprised by her reaction. \"I'll keep the invitation open for another evening when you're not so busy. By the way, how is the wine turning? Do you think it will sell well?\"\nA blue light flickered for a moment inside Megumi's eyes. Then a faint smile spread over her lips:\n\"It's still in the phase of primary fermentation, but the taste is promising. Why don't you stop by and taste it when you come back from the city?\"\n\"Sure,\" the man replied, a bit confused by the unexpected invitation. \"I'll be happy to check it. Do you need anything from the city?”\n“No, thank you!”\n“See you soon!\"\nTadao got inside the car and left. Inside Megumi's eyes, the flicker of blue flashed again.\n*\nThe colorful lights of the Akikonian sunset were fading into the nascent night. The electric car was running smoothly on the synthetic surface that linked the farms to the city. Seated comfortably next to Tadao, Megumi was gazing through the transparent roof at the first stars. She turned her head towards the man and said:\n\"I think the city dwellers are going to like the wine, despite it being still in the primary fermentation phase.\"\n\"I bet they'll love it,\" Tadao responded. \"The ten bottles from the trunk probably won't be enough.\"\n\"Ten bottles will have to do for this visit. I can't wait to see people's reaction after taking a sip from them,\" she added.\nA flicker of blue light filled Megumi's eyes for a moment. Tadao, who was driving, didn't answer and didn't turn his head, his gaze focused on the road. But a similar blue flicker filled his eyes a fraction of a second later, an emotion-answer to her emotion-question.\nThe tall buildings from the city were already visible in the distance. They were getting close.\n\n(c) Marian C. Ghilea, 2018-2021\nartwork by Marian C. Ghilea, 2022\n#scifi #sciencefiction #shortstory #colonization #fantasy", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1417384530754408460/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1415984579008794632", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "content": "Isthmus Crypticus<br /><br />I wade through,<br />dark streams<br />wrapping<br />my ankles,<br />songs of foamy droplets<br />falling<br />behind hidden gates.<br /><br />Ever lower,<br />the tide<br />whispers<br />long forgotten<br />words<br />from the other side.<br /><br />I slide along<br />Isthmus Crypticus,<br />ankle-deep<br />in your voice<br />calling<br />my name.<br /><br />© Marian C. Ghilea, 2021<br />artwork by Marian C. Ghilea, 2022<br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=poetry\" title=\"#poetry\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poetry</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=art\" title=\"#art\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#art</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=scifiart\" title=\"#scifiart\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#scifiart</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=fantasyart\" title=\"#fantasyart\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#fantasyart</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=fantasy\" title=\"#fantasy\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#fantasy</a>", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1415984579008794632", "published": "2022-09-12T08:57:10+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://cdn.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1415984507483328528/xlarge/", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 3136, "width": 1920 } ], "source": { "content": "Isthmus Crypticus\n\nI wade through,\ndark streams\nwrapping\nmy ankles,\nsongs of foamy droplets\nfalling\nbehind hidden gates.\n\nEver lower,\nthe tide\nwhispers\nlong forgotten\nwords\nfrom the other side.\n\nI slide along\nIsthmus Crypticus,\nankle-deep\nin your voice\ncalling\nmy name.\n\n© Marian C. Ghilea, 2021\nartwork by Marian C. Ghilea, 2022\n\n#poetry #art #scifiart #fantasyart #fantasy", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1415984579008794632/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1412715889152757779", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981", "content": "Another sunrise,<br />another day starting,<br />yet,<br />before I can dive into my work,<br />I have to spend some time<br />blocking users,<br />deleting from <br />this network's newsfeed<br />extremist content<br />posted by assholes<br />who can't understand<br />what <br />freeedom<br />really <br />means.<br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=freedom\" title=\"#freedom\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#freedom</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=poem\" title=\"#poem\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poem</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=assholes\" title=\"#assholes\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#assholes</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=minds\" title=\"#minds\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#minds</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=socialnetwork\" title=\"#socialnetwork\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#socialnetwork</a>", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1412715889152757779", "published": "2022-09-03T08:28:34+00:00", "source": { "content": "Another sunrise,\nanother day starting,\nyet,\nbefore I can dive into my work,\nI have to spend some time\nblocking users,\ndeleting from \nthis network's newsfeed\nextremist content\nposted by assholes\nwho can't understand\nwhat \nfreeedom\nreally \nmeans.\n\n#freedom #poem #assholes #minds #socialnetwork", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/entities/urn:activity:1412715889152757779/activity" } ], "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/outbox", "partOf": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/734159846324051981/outboxoutbox" }