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Happy Doctor Who Day! Silence will fall… When the question is asked. #doctorwho #whovian #thesilence #dayofsilence

Happy Doctor Who Day! Silence will fall… When the question is asked. #doctorwho #whovian #thesilence #dayofsilence

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#whovian  #doctorwho  #thesilence  #dayofsilence 
doctorwho:

Whether you call it “See The Silence Day” or “Impossible Astronaut Day” have fun with this today.
If you take part, post a pic. We want to see!

doctorwho:

Whether you call it “See The Silence Day” or “Impossible Astronaut Day” have fun with this today.

If you take part, post a pic. We want to see!

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thedefinitionofmycharacter:

thegodmolecule:

here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.
 


Beautiful :)

thedefinitionofmycharacter:

thegodmolecule:

here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.



In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.



The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

 

Beautiful :)

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A friendly guide to series four of Doctor Who

Partners in Crime:The one where DONNAAAAAAAAAA SO CLOSE we're waving up fat
The Fires of Pompeii:The one where HE FOUGHT HER OFF WITH A WATER PISTOL and also creepycreeps and Doctor Who messing with history
Planet of the Ood:The one where you don't want to make the Ood angry
The Sontaran Stratagem:The one where potatoes want to take over the Earth
The Poison Sky:The one where ARE YOU MY MUMMY?
The Doctor's Daughter:The one where the Doctor has a daddy shock
The Unicorn and the Wasp:The one where I DON'T MEAN HUGE, I MEAN FLIPPIN' ENOURMOUS Doctor Who what are you doing
Silence in the Library:The one where Moffat!!!!!
Forest of the Dead:The one where spoilers, Moffat!!!!!, and remember to count the shadows
Midnight:The one where the one where hey hey stoppit stoppit
Turn Left:The one where Donna's got something on her back and Rose and sob
The Stolen Earth:The one where Daleks again, epic opening credits, rosemarthasarahjaneharrietjonescaptainjackharkness SOBSOB
Journey's End:The one where mickeyjackietentoodoctordonna SOBSOBSOB HEARTBREAK SOBSOB
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