Comment la ville fut pacifiée

Comment la ville fut pacifiée

Une vieille légende raconte qu’une ville, dans les montagnes des Pyrénées, était un véritable repaire de trafiquants, de contrebandiers et d’exilés. Le pire de ces criminels, un Arabe du nom d’Ahab, fut converti par un moine de l’endroit, Savin, et décida que cette situation ne pouvait continuer ainsi.

Comme il était craint de tous, mais ne voulait plus se servir de sa réputation de méchant pour atteindre son but, à aucun moment, il ne chercha à convaincre. Il connaissait la nature humaine, on allait confondre honnêteté et faiblesse, et bientôt son pouvoir serait mis en doute.

Voilà ce qu’il fit, il appela quelques charpentiers d’un village voisin, leur donna un papier avec un dessin, et leur demanda de construire quelque chose à l’endroit où aujourd’hui se trouve la croix qui domine le bourg. Jour et nuit, pendant dix jours, les habitants de la ville entendirent le bruit des marteaux et virent des hommes scier des pièces de bois, faire des assemblages, mettre des vis.

Au bout de dix jours, le gigantesque casse-tête fut monté au milieu de la place, et couvert d’un drap. Ahab appela tous les habitants pour qu’ils assistent à l’inauguration du monument.

Solennellement, sans aucun discours, il retira le drap.

C’était une potence.

Avec corde, trappe et tout. Neuve, couverte de cire d’abeille, de sorte qu’elle puisse résister très longtemps aux intempéries. Profitant de la foule qui s’était agglutinée, Ahab lut une série de lois qui protégeaient les agriculteurs, stimulaient l’élevage de bétail, récompensaient ceux qui apporteraient de nouvelles affaires pour la région, ajoutant que désormais il faudrait trouver un travail honnête ou s’installer dans une autre ville. Il ne mentionna même pas une fois le « monument » qu’il venait d’inaugurer ; Ahab était un homme qui ne croyait pas aux menaces.

À la fin de la rencontre, plusieurs groupes se formèrent ; la plupart pensaient qu’Ahab avait été trompé par le saint, et puisqu’il n’avait plus le courage d’autrefois, il fallait le tuer. Dans les jours qui suivirent, beaucoup de projets furent constitués à cette fin. Mais tous étaient obligés de contempler cette potence au milieu de la place, et ils se demandaient : qu’est-ce qu’elle fait là ? A-t-elle été montée pour tuer ceux qui n’acceptent pas les nouvelles lois ? Qui est du côté d’Ahab, et qui ne l’est pas ? Y a-t-il des espions parmi nous ?

La potence regardait les hommes, et les hommes regardaient la potence. Peu à peu, le courage initial des rebelles fit place à la peur : ils connaissaient tous la renommée d’Ahab, ils savaient qu’il était implacable dans ses décisions. Certains abandonnèrent la ville, d’autres décidèrent d’expérimenter les nouveaux travaux suggérés, simplement parce qu’ils n’avaient nulle part où aller, ou à cause de l’ombre de cet instrument de mort au milieu de la place. Quelque temps plus tard, la paix régnait dans la place, elle était devenue un grand centre commercial de la frontière, elle commença à exporter la meilleure laine et à produire un blé de première qualité.

La potence resta là pendant dix ans. Le bois résistait bien, mais périodiquement la corde était remplacée par une nouvelle. Elle ne fut jamais utilisée. Jamais Ahab ne dit un mot à son sujet. Son image suffit pour transformer le courage en peur, la confiance en soupçon, des histoires de vaillance en murmures d’acceptation. Au bout de dix ans, alors que la loi régnait enfin à Viscos, Ahab la fit détruire et fit construire une croix à sa place.

Kazantzakis et Dieu

Durant toute sa vie, l’auteur grec Nikos Kazantzakis (Zorba, La dernière tentation du Christ) fut un homme absolument cohérent. Bien qu’il abordât des thèmes religieux dans beaucoup de ses livres – comme une excellente biographie de saint François d’Assise – il se considéra toujours comme un athée convaincu. Or une des plus belles définitions de Dieu que je connais est de cet athée convaincu :

« Nous regardons avec perplexité la partie la plus haute de la spirale de force qui gouverne l’Univers. Et nous l’appelons Dieu. Nous pourrions lui donner un autre nom : Abîme, Mystère, Obscurité absolue, Lumière totale, Matière, Esprit, Suprême Espoir, Suprême Désespoir, Silence. Mais nous l’appelons Dieu, parce que – pour des raisons mystérieuses – elle est capable de secouer avec vigueur notre cœur. Et, il ne reste aucun doute, cette secousse est absolument indispensable pour permettre le contact avec les émotions fondamentales de l’être humain, qui sont toujours au-delà de toute explication ou logique. »

Ben Abuyah et l’apprentissage

Le rabbin Elisha Ben Abuyah disait souvent :

« Ceux qui sont ouverts aux leçons de la vie et qui ne se nourrissent pas de préjugés sont comme une feuille blanche, sur laquelle Dieu écrit ses mots à l’encre divine.

« Ceux qui regardent toujours le monde avec cynisme et préjugé sont comme une feuille déjà écrite, sur laquelle ne peuvent pas entrer de nouveaux mots.

« Ne vous préoccupez pas de ce que vous savez déjà, ou de ce que vous ignorez. Ne pensez ni au passé ni à l’avenir, laissez seulement les mains divines tracer, chaque jour, les surprises du présent. »

My Bank in Lichtenstein

As you probably know, Lichtenstein is a country that has a population of 34.000 persons, and over 77.000 registered companies (meaning, two companies per person). It is also famous for its banks. I found one for me!

My Bank in Lichtenstein

Don’t get confused: the logo in the bank is the name of the capital.

Your Space in my Blog : 29th of May 2009

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Your Personal Legend : 29th of May 2009

A personal legend is the path we decide to take that fills our heart with enthusiasm. It is the path of our dreams.

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Love,
Paulo

Your Story in my Blog : Francesco’s Journey By Yafiah Randall

Francesco rose from the mud of the battlefield. It did not look good for the fighters of Assisi. The Perugians were in possession of superior weaponry. Francesco’s ambitions of fame for his chivalrous deeds were critically endangered and his father would send him on yet another business trip to sell the family textiles. Francesco cursed as he attempted to move away and slipped on a pool of his own blood. It was not a serious wound but his shoulder bled profusely.

‘On your feet! We’ve got ground to cover,’ came the gruff voice of his captor as he kicked Francesco in the ribs.

A three-day painful walk brought Francesco and his fellow captives to the entrance of the enemy’s cavernous jail. He entered the yawning darkness of oblivion, and with it, the fiery delirium of malaria; a hell that the spoiled merchant’s son could never have imagined. He emerged from his cathartic abode as a man determined to travel, a mendicant on the path to divine grace. He surfaced clutching the hand of Christ that would one day mark him with the stigmata of the passionate outcast, the renegade mystic. The words of his captor echoed frequently in his soul. ‘On your feet! We’ve got ground to cover,’ became the sweet refrain of Francesco’s beloved Lord as he staggered agonizingly to sainthood.

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Bookstore in Perth in Western Australia by Seho

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Quote of the Day

Paulo Coelho

The Universe does not judge; it conspires in favour of what we want. That is why the warrior has the courage to look into the dark places of his soul in order to ensure that he is not asking for the wrong things.
(Manual of the Warrior of Light)

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Moving is Living

Paulo Coelho

I am at a St. John’s party, with stalls, target shooting and home-cooked food. The only curious thing is that from a certain angle of the street of two-stores houses, we can see the tallest buildings in the world; the rural festivity is happening in the middle of New York.

Suddenly, a clown begins to imitate my gestures. People laugh, and I also think it’s funny. In the end, I invite him for coffee.

“Commit yourself to life”, says the clown. “If you are alive, you must wave your arms, jump, make a noise, laugh and talk to people, because life is exactly the opposite of death”.

“Dying is staying always in the same position. If you are very quiet, you are not living”.

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Bookstore in Budapest, Hungary by Tibor

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The Warrior of Light knows there are moments when one should act and moments when one should accept.
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Your Space in my Blog : 28th of May 2009

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Your Story in my Blog by Kealan Moore

Santiago made his way back to the small village, close to where he spent time with his sheep, to see the gypsy woman who had told him of his future. The village had changed very little. As he walked towards the narrow street he saw a woman sitting by the village well, she was talking to another woman and smiling.
He overheard her saying that she had gotten married a few months ago to the butcher’s son and that she was very happy. As Santiago passed he noticed that it was the girl that he had once fantasised about while he was a Shepard returning books to the bookstore, she was the merchants daughter.
Santiago made his way through the coloured beads and sat at the table just as he had done the last time. The image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus still sat on the table as if time had never passed. The old gypsy woman greeted him, sat in the second chair and began to pray as she did every day at that time.
“So young man, tell me of the dream you lived and the destiny followed,” she said as she looked from under her hat.
Santiago began to tell his story to the old woman, starting from the moment he first met her. The gypsy woman was enchanted by all the places and things the boy had seen and experienced since he left her door.
“So you found your treasure right under your nose, the powers that be work in mysterious ways. And now I would like my one tenth.” She placed a bucket on the table and Santiago filled it with precious jewels. The old woman stood up, smiled and surprised the boy as she danced the dance of a young woman, throwing her hat into the air and praising the image of the sacred heart.
“Go now boy, you are still young and have a lot more to do in your lifetime. I have to prepare dinner for my daughter.”
Santiago stood up and began to make his way to the door.
“Wait,” the gypsy woman called, “I do not want these they are not treasure.”
She placed two stones into Santiago’s pocket. When he reached the main square Santiago put his hand in his pocket to see what the old woman had given back to him. It was Urim and Thummim, the white and black stones that that came from the Kings breastplate. The gypsy was right Santiago still had a lot of work to do in his long life.

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Your Personal Legend : 28th of May 2009

A personal legend is the path we decide to take that fills our heart with enthusiasm. It is the path of our dreams.

Last week this idea was given and so I would like for you to share your Personal Legend with us.

Love,
Paulo

Edición nº 199 – Sobre cómo la ciudad fue pacificada

Sobre cómo la ciudad fue pacificada

Cuenta una vieja leyenda que cierta ciudad, situada entre las montañas de los Pirineos, era un verdadero reducto de traficantes, contrabandistas, y exiliados. El peor de estos criminales, un árabe llamado Ahab, tras ser convertido por Savin, un monje del lugar, decidió que aquella situación no podía prolongarse por más tiempo.

Como todos lo temían, pero no quería volver a usar su reputación de malvado para lograr sus objetivos, en ningún momento intentó convencer a nadie. Y esto porque conocía la naturaleza de los hombres: confundirían honestidad con debilidad, y enseguida su poder sería puesto en entredicho.

Lo que hizo fue llamar a algunos carpinteros de una aldea vecina, darles un papel con un dibujo, y mandarles que construyesen algo en el lugar donde hoy se encuentra la cruz que domina la población. Día y noche, durante diez días, los habitantes de la ciudad escucharon ruido de martillos, vieron a hombres serrando piezas de madera, preparando encajes, colocando tornillos.

Al cabo de diez días, el gigantesco rompecabezas estaba montado en medio de la plaza, cubierto con un velo. Ahab llamó a todos los habitantes para que presenciasen la inauguración del monumento.

Solemnemente, sin ningún tipo de discurso, descorrió el velo.

Era una horca.

Con cuerda, trampilla y todo. Nuevecita, cubierta con cera de abejas, para que pudiese resistir durante mucho tiempo a la intemperie. Aprovechando que allí había una multitud aglomerada, Ahab leyó una serie de leyes que protegían a los agricultores, incentivaban la cría de ganado, premiaban a quien trajera nuevos negocios a la región, añadiendo que desde ese momento en adelante todos deberían conseguir un trabajo honrado o marcharse de la ciudad. No mencionó ni una sola vez el “monumento” que acababa de inaugurar. Ahab era un hombre que no creía en las amenazas.

Al final del encuentro se formaron varios grupos. A la mayoría le parecía que Ahab había sido engañado por el santo, que ya no tenía la misma valentía de antaño, y que era preciso matarlo. Durante los días siguientes, se trazaron muchos planes con ese objetivo. Pero todos se veían obligados a contemplar esa horca en mitad de la plaza, y se preguntaban: ¿Para qué la puso allí? ¿Acaso la montaron para ejecutar a los que no obedezcan las nuevas leyes? ¿Quién está del lado de Ahab, y quién no lo está? ¿Hay espías infiltrados entre nosotros?

La horca miraba a los hombres, y los hombres miraban a la horca. Poco a poco, el coraje inicial de los rebeldes fue dando lugar al miedo. Todos conocían la fama de Ahab, sabían que era implacable en sus decisiones. Algunas personas abandonaron la ciudad, otras se decidieron a probar los trabajos sugeridos, simplemente porque no tenían adonde ir, o como consecuencia de la sombra de aquel instrumento de muerte en el centro de la plaza. Algún tiempo después, el lugar estaba en paz, se convirtió en un importante foco de comercio en la frontera, comenzó a exportar la mejor lana y a producir trigo de primera calidad.

La horca permaneció allí durante diez años. La madera resistía bien, pero periódicamente se cambiaba la cuerda por otra nueva. Nunca llegó a usarse. Nunca Ahab pronunció ni una sola palabra sobre ella. Bastó su imagen para convertir el valor en miedo, la confianza en sospecha, las bravuconadas en susurros de conformidad. Transcurridos los diez años, cuando la ley finalmente imperaba en Viscos, Ahab mandó destruirla y construir, en su lugar, una cruz.

Kazantzakis y Dios

Durante toda su vida, el autor griego Nikos Kazantzakis (Zorba el griego, La última tentación de Cristo) fue un hombre absolutamente coherente. Aunque abordó temas religiosos en muchos de sus libros –como una excelente biografía de San Francisco de Assis – siempre se consideró un ateo convencido. Pues es de este ateo convencido una de las más bellas definiciones de Dios que conozco:

“Miramos con perplejidad la parte más alta de la espiral de fuerza que gobierna el Universo. Y la llamamos Dios. Podríamos darle cualquier otro nombre: Abismo, Misterio, Oscuridad Absoluta, Luz Total, Materia, Espíritu, Suprema Esperanza, Suprema Desesperación, Silencio. Pero la llamamos Dios, porque sólo este nombre – por razones misteriosas – es capaz de sacudir con vigor nuestro corazón. Y no cabe duda de que esta sacudida es absolutamente indispensable para permitir el contacto con las emociones básicas del ser humano, que siempre están más allá de cualquier explicación o lógica”.

Ben Abuyah y el aprendizaje

El rabino Elisha ben Abuyah solía decir:

«Los que están abiertos a las lecciones de la vida, y no se dejan llevar por los prejuicios, son como una hoja en blanco, en la que Dios escribe sus palabras con la tinta divina.

»Los que no dejan de mirar el mundo desde el cinismo y los prejuicios, son como una hoja ya escrita, en la que no caben nuevas palabras.

»No te preocupes por lo que ya sabes, ni por lo que ignoras. No pienses en el pasado ni el futuro; permite simplemente que las manos divinas tracen, cada día, las sorpresas del presente».

Edição nº 199 – Como a cidade foi pacificada

Como a cidade foi pacificada

Conta uma velha lenda que determinada cidade, nas montanhas dos Pirineus, era um verdadeiro reduto de traficantes, contrabandistas, e exilados. O pior destes criminosos, um árabe chamado Ahab foi convertido por um monge local, Savin, e resolveu que aquela situação não podia continuar assim.

Como era temido por todos, mas não queria mais usar sua reputação de mau para atingir seu intento, momento algum ele tentou convencer alguém. Já que conhecia a natureza dos homens; iam confundir honestidade com fraqueza, e logo seu poder seria colocado em dúvida.

O que fez foi chamar alguns carpinteiros de uma aldeia vizinha, dar-lhes um papel com um desenho, e mandar que construíssem algo no lugar onde hoje está a cruz que domina o povoado. Dia e noite, durante dez dias, os habitantes da cidade ouviram o barulho de martelos, viam homens serrando peças de madeira, fazendo encaixes, colocando parafusos.

No final de dez dias, o gigantesco quebra-cabeça foi montado no meio da praça, e coberto com um pano. Ahab chamou todos os habitantes para que presenciassem a inauguração do monumento.

Solenemente, sem qualquer discurso, ele retirou o pano.

Era uma forca.

Com corda, alçapão e tudo. Novinha, coberta com cera de abelha, de modo que pudesse resistir durante muito tempo às intempéries. Aproveitando a multidão aglomerada ali, Ahab leu uma série de leis que protegiam os agricultores, incentivavam a criação de gado, premiavam quem trouxesse novos negócios para a região, acrescentando que dali por diante teriam que arranjar um trabalho honesto ou mudar-se para outra cidade. Não mencionou uma vez sequer o “monumento” que acabara de inaugurar; Ahab era um homem que não acreditava em ameaças.

No final do encontro, vários grupos se formaram; a maioria achava que Ahab tinha sido enganado pelo santo, já não tinha a mesma coragem de antes, era preciso matá-lo. Nos dias que se seguiram, muitos planos foram feitos com esse objetivo. Mas todos eram obrigados a contemplar aquela forca no meio da praça, e se perguntavam: o que ela está fazendo ali? Será que foi montada para matar os que não aceitarem as novas leis? Quem está do lado de Ahab, e quem não está? Temos espiões em nosso meio?

A forca olhava os homens, e os homens olhavam a forca. Pouco a pouco, a coragem inicial dos rebeldes foi dando lugar ao medo; todos conheciam a fama de Ahab, sabiam que ele era implacável em suas decisões. Algumas pessoas abandonaram a cidade, outras resolveram experimentar os novos trabalhos sugeridos, simplesmente porque não tinham para onde ir, ou por causa da sombra daquele instrumento de morte no meio da praça. Tempos depois, o local estava em paz, tornara-se um grande centro comercial da fronteira, começou a exportar a melhor lã e produzir trigo de primeira qualidade.

A forca ficou lá durante dez anos. A madeira resistia bem, mas periodicamente a corda era trocada por uma nova. Nunca foi usada. Nunca Ahab disse uma palavra sequer sobre ela. Bastou sua imagem para mudar a coragem em medo, a confiança em suspeita, histórias de valentia em sussurros de aceitação. No final de dez anos, quando a lei finalmente imperava em Viscos, Ahab mandou destruí-la e construir uma cruz em seu lugar.

Kazantzakis e Deus

Durante toda a sua vida, o autor grego Nikos Kazantzakis (Zorba, A Ultima Tentação de Cristo) foi um homem absolutamente coerente. Embora abordasse temas religiosos em muitos de seus livros – como uma excelente biografia de São Francisco de Assis – sempre considerou a si mesmo como um ateu convicto. Pois é deste ateu convicto, uma das mais belas definições de Deus que eu conheço:

“Nos olhamos com perplexidade a parte mais alta da espiral de força que governa o Universo. E a chamamos de Deus. Poderíamos dar qualquer outro nome: Abismo, Mistério, Escuridão Absoluta, Luz Total, Matéria, Espírito, Suprema Esperança, Supremo Desespero, Silêncio. Mas nós a chamamos de Deus, porque só este nome – por razões misteriosas – é capaz de sacudir com vigor o nosso coração. E, não resta dúvida, esta sacudida é absolutamente indispensável para permitir o contacto com as emoções básicas do ser humano, que sempre estão além de qualquer explicação ou lógica.”

Ben Abuyah e o aprendizado

O rabino Elisha Ben Abuyah costumava dizer:

“Aqueles que estão abertos às lições da vida, e que não se alimentam de preconceitos, são como uma folha em branco, onde Deus escreve suas palavras com a tinta divina.”

“Aqueles que estão sempre olhando o mundo com cinismo e preconceito, são como uma folha já escrita, onde não cabem novas palavras.”

“Não se preocupe com o que já sabe, ou com o que ignora. Não pense no passado nem no futuro, apenas deixe que as mãos divinas tracem, a cada dia, as surpresas do presente”.

How the city was pacified

How the city was pacified

An old legend tells of how a certain city in the Pyrenees mountains used to be a stronghold for drug-traffickers, smugglers and exiles. The worst of them all, an Arab called Ahab, was converted by a local monk, Savin, and decided that things could not continue like that.

As he was feared by all, but did not want to use his fame as a thug to make his point, at no moment did he try to convince anyone. Knowing the nature of men as well as he did, they would only take honesty for weakness and soon his power would be put in doubt.

So what he did was call some carpenters from a neighboring town, hand them a drawing and tell them to build something on the spot where now stands the cross that dominates the town. Day and night for ten days, the inhabitants of the town heard the noise of hammers and watched men sawing bits of wood, making joints and hammering in nails.

At the end of ten days the gigantic puzzle was erected in the middle of the square, covered with a cloth. Ahab called all the inhabitants together to attend the inauguration of the monument.

Solemnly, and without making any speech, he removed the cloth.

It was a gallows. With a rope, trapdoor and all the rest. Brand-new, covered with bee’s wax to endure all sorts of weather for a long time.

Taking advantage of the multitude joined together in the square, Ahab read a series of laws to protect the farmers, stimulate cattle-raising and awarding whoever brought new business into the region, and added that from that day on they would have to find themselves an honest job or else move to another town. He never once mentioned the “monument” that he had just inaugurated; Ahab was a man who did not believe in threats.

At the end of the meeting, several groups formed, and most of them felt that Ahab had been deceived by the saint, since he lacked the courage he used to have. So he would have to be killed. For the next few days many plans were made to this end. But they were all forced to contemplate the gallows in the middle of the square, and wondered: What is that thing doing there? Was it built to kill those who did not accept the new laws? Who is on Ahab’s side, and who isn’t? Are there spies among us?

The gallows looked down on the men, and the men looked up at the gallows. Little by little the rebels’ initial courage was replaced by fear; they all knew Ahab’s reputation, they all knew he was implacable in his decisions. Some people abandoned the city, others decided to try the new jobs offered them, simply because they had nowhere to go or else because of the shadow of that instrument of death in the middle of the square. Some time later the place was at peace, it had grown into a great business center on the frontier and began to export the best wool and produce top-quality wheat.

The gallows stayed there for ten years. The wood resisted well, but now and again the rope was changed for another. It was never put to use. Ahab never said a single word about it. Its image was enough to change courage to fear, trust to suspicion, stories of bravado to whispers of acceptance. After ten years, when law finally reigned in Viscos, Ahab had it destroyed and replaced by a cross.

Kazantzakis and God

During his whole life, the Greek author Nikos Kazantzakis (Zorba, The Last Temptation of Christ) was an absolutely coherent man. Although he touched on religious themes in many of his books – such as an excellent biography of Saint Francis of Assisi – he always considered himself a confirmed atheist. Well, this confirmed atheist wrote one of the most beautiful definitions of God that I have ever come across:

“We gaze with perplexity at the highest part of the spiral of force that governs the Universe. And we call it God. We could give it any other name: Abyss, Mystery, Absolute Darkness, Total Light, Matter, Spirit, Supreme Hope, Supreme Despair, Silence. But we call it God, because only this name – for some mysterious reason – is capable of making our heart tremble with vigor. And let there be no doubt that this trembling is absolutely indispensable for us to be in contact with the basic emotions of the human being, emotions that are always beyond any explanation or logic”.

Ben Abuyah and learning

Rabbi Elisha ben Abuyah used to say:

“Those who are open to life’s lessons and who nurture no prejudices are like a blank sheet of paper on which God writes his words with divine ink

“Those who are always looking on the world with cynicism and prejudice are like a sheet of paper already written upon and on which there is no room for new words.

“Don’t bother about what you already know, or what you don’t know. Don’t think about the past or the future, just let the divine hands write down each day the surprises of the present”.

Recording VW ad in Praha (in Czech)

the fee goes to Paulo Coelho Institute. And I had a lot of fun!