Plitvička Jezera su carstvo naše Mokoš Majke-naših Bogova-Predaka. Plitvička Jezera carstvo su magične ljepote riječima neopisive. Kada Plitvička Jezera osvijetli Svijetlo Mliječne Staze-Staze naših Bogova Predaka tada je je ushit izazvan tom magičnom ljepotom neopisiv i samo ga može dočarati fotografija !
Plitvice Lakes are the kingdom of our Mokoš Mother-of our Gods-Ancestors. Plitvice Lakes is an empire of magical beauty indescribable in words. When the Plitvice Lakes are illuminated by the Light of the Milky Way - the Paths of our Ancestor Gods, then the excitement caused by this magical beauty is indescribable and can only be evoked by photography!
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Fotografija:
© LUCIJA i RADE JUG
FUJIFILM GFX 50S + Techart EF - GFX adapter + Sigma 85 mm f/1.4
Kročimo Plitvičkim Jezerima, kročimo Putem Predaka. Šupljara priča, pjeva ispod Zvijezda Kumove Slame . Pjeva pjesmu koja odjekuje Svemirom dok Jezera tiho šume, a Šume šapću tiho, neprimjetnim titrajima svojih grana, ruku svojih. Izvor, tok, korijen, krošnja, zemlja, kamen, šaptaj, pjesma.....baština, predanje, snaga, mudrost, znanje....sve u Kumovoj Slami jest ! Svijetlo Postojanja isijava iz odraza nas i svega oko nas, odraza u Zvijezdama, odrazi Postoje, tako da su Postojanje, a Postojanje odraze ispunjava......sve isprepleteno jest, sve u Zvijezdama jest i mi u njima, sa njima i One u nama....to jednostavno baštinimo, baštinimo od Bogova-Predaka naših i nitko tko nam taj Dar u baštinu ostavio nije, ne može ga nam niti uzeti, jer jednostavno Postoji, jednostavno Jesmo !
We walkt hrough the Plitvice Lakes, we walk on the Path of the Ancestors. Šupljara tells, sings under the Stars of the Godfather's Straw. He sings a song that echoes through the Universe as the Lakes rustle softly, and the Forests whisper softly, with imperceptible vibrations of their branches, their hands. Spring, stream, root, crown, earth, stone, whisper, song ..... heritage, tradition, strength, wisdom, knowledge .... everything in the Godfather's Straw is! The light of Existence radiates from the reflection of us and everything around us, the reflection in the Stars, the reflections Exist, so that they are Existence, and Existence fills the reflections ...... everything is intertwined, everything in the Stars is, we in them, with them and They in us .... we simply inherit it, we inherit it from our Gods-Ancestors and no one who did not give us that gift as an inheritance, can't even take it from us, because it simply Exists, we simply Are!
Fotografija:
© LUCIJA i RADE JUG
FUJIFILM GFX 50S + Techart EF - GFX adapter + Sigma 85 mm f/1.4
Kročimo Plitvičkim Jezerima, kročimo Putem Predaka. Šupljara priča, pjeva ispod Zvijezda Kumove Slame . Pjeva pjesmu koja odjekuje Svemirom dok Jezera tiho šume, a Šume šapću tiho, neprimjetnim titrajima svojih grana, ruku svojih. Izvor, tok, korijen, krošnja, zemlja, kamen, šaptaj, pjesma.....baština, predanje, snaga, mudrost, znanje....sve u Kumovoj Slami jest ! Svijetlo Postojanja isijava iz odraza nas i svega oko nas, odraza u Zvijezdama, odrazi Postoje, tako da su Postojanje, a Postojanje odraze ispunjava......sve isprepleteno jest, sve u Zvijezdama jest i mi u njima, sa njima i One u nama....to jednostavno baštinimo, baštinimo od Bogova-Predaka naših i nitko tko nam taj Dar u baštinu ostavio nije, ne može ga nam niti uzeti, jer jednostavno Postoji, jednostavno Jesmo !
We walkt hrough the Plitvice Lakes, we walk on the Path of the Ancestors. Šupljara tells, sings under the Stars of the Godfather's Straw. He sings a song that echoes through the Universe as the Lakes rustle softly, and the Forests whisper softly, with imperceptible vibrations of their branches, their hands. Spring, stream, root, crown, earth, stone, whisper, song ..... heritage, tradition, strength, wisdom, knowledge .... everything in the Godfather's Straw is! The light of Existence radiates from the reflection of us and everything around us, the reflection in the Stars, the reflections Exist, so that they are Existence, and Existence fills the reflections ...... everything is intertwined, everything in the Stars is, we in them, with them and They in us .... we simply inherit it, we inherit it from our Gods-Ancestors and no one who did not give us that gift as an inheritance, can't even take it from us, because it simply Exists, we simply Are!
Noć je magična, sjedimo očarani prizorom koji ne poznaje i ne priznaje iluziju zvanu vrijeme. Sjedimo tako na litici ponad Jezera Gradinskog od kud pogled puca na očaravajuću vizuru Velikog Prštavca, jednog od čarobnih dragulja veličanstvene Galovačke barijere. Mjesto gdje sjedimo, gdje ta litica jest, Stubica se zove. Stubicom ju prozvaše drevni Preci naši, tu košanice mirisnog sijena bijaše. Dok sjedimo u ovoj čarobnoj noći, spoznaje osvješćuju um da stvarno vrijeme iluzija jest. Kada se umirimo i dobro oslušnemo tad Pradjedove svoje, Pretke svoje čujemo kako u rosnu zoru otkose slažu, kako po sunčanom danu kojim se razlijeva miomiris svježeg sijena stogove uz pjesmu sadjevaju, kako po ciči zimi volove i saonice preko Kozjaka leda po sijeno gone, čujemo ih kako uglas našim Bogovima-Precima i Mokoš Majci na darovima zahvaljuju. Da, vrijeme iluzija jest mi ovdje na Stubici-litici kroz pjesmu Velikog Prštavca i pod svjetlom Kumove Slame sa Precima našim zajedno pjevamo !
The night is magical, we sit enchanted by a scene that does not know and does not recognize the illusion called time. We are sitting on a cliff above Lake Gradinsko, from where the view overlooks the enchanting view of Veliki Prštavac, one of the magical gems of the magnificent Galovačka barrier. The place where we sit, where that cliff is, Stubica is called. The ancient Ancestors called it a Stubica. As we sit in this magical night of cognition they make the mind aware, that real time is an illusion. When we calm down and listen well to our great-grandfathers, we hear our ancestors how they mow at dawn, how on a sunny day when the fragrance of fresh hay spreads, they plant haystacks with a song, how oxen and sleighs chase hay over ice in winter. thank them to our Gods-Ancestors and Mokos Mother for the gifts. Yes, the time illusions is, here on Stubica-cliff through the song of the Great Prštavac and under the light of the Godfather's Straw we sing together with our ancestors!
Zagrlila Kumova Slama Veliki Prštavac i tako zagrljeni čekaju da Sunce od danas tri puta obasja Plitvička Jezera. Kada ih četvrti puta obasja tada će sva Plitvička Jezera, sav Helm i sav NaRod radosno pozdraviti rođenje našeg Boga Peruna ! Slava Rodu Spomen Precima !
The Godfather's Straw embraced Veliki Prštavac and so embraced they are waiting for the Sun to shine on Plitvice Lakes three times from today. When it shines on them for the fourth time, then all Plitvice Lakes, all Helm and all the NATION will joyfully greet the birth of our God Perun! Slava Rodu Spomen Precima !
