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Few lines inspired from the quest of the sword
Dorinţa
Aş vrea să pot mânui cuvintele
Asemeni Magicianului
Să dau puteri nebănuite
Gândului
Aş vrea
Să am talentul de a spune
Cuvintele ce deschid căi
Cuvintele ce sunt o călăuză
Către culmi,
Acolo tu, călător pelerin
Să găseşti frumuseţea purităţii,
Zâmbetul Doamnei Trandafirilor,
Leacul tristeţii.
Să revii printe noi
Tu, om nou,împlinit prin curaj,
întărit prin credinţă,
Luminat .

HI Olta,

this is a very important ‘aspect’ and it should be clear to all seekers, all wols, otherwise the world si full of people who make a living out of cheating others. about wisedom and spirituality, sharing of knwoledge u wrote
“A VERY WISE MAN, DOESN’T LOOK FOR MONEY FROM THOSE WHO NEED THAT WISDOM FROM HIM.
I BELIEVE THAT THE MORE WISER YOU ARE THE MORE HUMBLE AND KIND YOU BECOME. ( that kindness and humbleness may manifest itself as very brutal and unkind too at times, we cannot judge by apperances-aditya )
Otherwise they are just cheaters.

Wisdom is a gift we all can have for free. Who make others believe that we should have to pay for it, is making a very bad thing. To me that is the same as a crime.”

u have written absolutely right, in my view. wisdom is inherited for free ( not really, one has to pay a price to realise the wisdom, sort of to consumate teh wisedom, but that is a diffrent story ) and it should be made available for free, whoever charges some money like one mahesh yogi ( and he was able to fool a very large chunk of westerners ) is sinning gainst god and humanity which those wretch will/soon realise.

but then here we have a problem, in earlier times when wisedom was respected, there were kings who used to fully finance the living and working of those people who were considerd wise, without the person himself asking for anything specific. i will give u an example of such a relation, in india, we had a great iking in about 1500s, Akbar. Akbar became king at 13 years of age, and by teh time he had passed on some 60 years later, he had given much, much to this beautiful land. One sufi saint who akbar supported, had some specific need, a large one really. akbar was a freindly disciple and so he went to ask akbar. it so happned that at that time akbar was busy praying, just ending and he ended aloud with his request to god to make him a still bigger king. the sugi fella, quitely retraced his steps and started going back, when akbar saw him and called him back, asked him the reaosn for such strange behaviour, once when he had come, why was he leaving without even saying a hi ! ( of course the word was not known to him, but i am tranlating not just the story, i am translating the wholefeel, ambience, in my way ), sufi fella turned back and said “akbar i came to ask you for some favour, but here i saw that u are in ven more dire straits than me, look how much u want to have and how little u have, begging god, so i turned back, why to make u poorer ”

now a days we don’t have such support system in place, wise men like paulo have to live also, take care of a family etec etc. so he packges his wisedom with entertainment ( a story ), that way he is not selling wisedom, but its available.

in this isssue, the bottomline for me remains.

if i get a whiff that this is about money, i evelaute.e.g. some organisation is offering a three day seminar for a cost which does not appear like profiteering, then i may take it, but i am pretty wary of donating any money to them in name of this of that foundation. ultimately teh foundation becomes the front for sustaining teh 5 * lifestyle of teh gurus. and u should look at some buildings constructed with name of temple, they are nothing sort of small palaces with teh gurus being teh presiding diety. I can pay for services received, liek say a stay of a few days there, but donations no.

it became a little lenghty, i must scoot now, so won’t be able to see what all mistakes i made above, please bear.

love
aditya

Candie, just read post in two drops of oil about the difficulty of not focusing on problems and seeing the whole view. I have a trick I often use from day to day, often when I am driving, or sitting on a bus or train, times when your mind can wander and settle on problems.

I allow myself to see as much as possible, and I label everything I notice as “pleasant”, “unpleasant” or “neutral”. I try not to give anything a name (so a flower is not a flower, it is just pleasant, or neutral, or unpleasant). If you do give it a name, just move on and continue noticing things. Also notice if you label it pleasant or unpleasant because you are responding to an emotion is arouses in you. For instance, a bright colourful piece of plastic may appear quite pleasant, unless you associate it as rubbish.

Soon you realise just how much of the world is neutral, and how quickly emotions pass when you are open to more of the world around you just as it is. And you’ll be surprised at your ability to notice practically everything around you. I do this when driving so that I can notice wildlife at the side of the road or fallen tree branches. I’m yet to run over a kangaroo jumping in fornt of me, even in the dark, while doing this meditation, I even notice birds well before they are anywhere near my car. It’s one of my favourites.

With love, Daniel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZO0iJDLX_g&feature=related

An old Greek song but performed by … young artists!
Have a beautiful evening.
LOVE,
Thelma xxx

Hola a todos.

No puedo meterme en el blog como siempre, ,e he metido a traves del guerrero de la luz, pero no puedo acceder al blog del inicio.

Bueno, quería contar la viviencia de anoche. Anoche quede un rato con los amigos de siempre. Al llegar al boar me encontre con unos conocidos que lo primero que hicieron fue preguntarme si tenía trabajo, note que en el fondo estaban contentos de estar en el equipo vencedor “los que tienen trabajo”, les conté cuatro cosas y me fuí, con mis amigos, sobre todo entre los más acoplados a la vida normal, el tema de conversación fue el trabajo, se creian que estaba triste por no tener trabajo, y en el fondo contentos por estar en el equipo ganador. Yo hace un tiempo estaba agobiado por el tema del empleo, no encontraba nada y se me acababa el dinero, al final me quedé sin dinero, y unos meses tuve que pedir dinero, con 36 años, a mis padres; luego volví a encontrar algo de trabajo, y hasta ahora voy tirando, lo justo para no pedir y poder mantenerme sin excesos. Noté que a pesar de no tener trabajo, no tenía miedo, había cambiado. Por lo demás fuí espectador del mundo de los bares, hacía tiempo que no salía y ví el ambiente desde fuera, no como partícipe, lo que ví fué gente joven y estropeada por incharse todos los fines de semana de su vida a beber “cubatas” y tragar humo, contentos de estar en el equipo ganador y deseando, como todos los fines de semana, que un golpe de suerte haga que puedan tener sexo gratis con alguien, evidentemente les tendría que llegar porque son incapaces de buscarlo por miedo al rechazo o por verguenza, muchos llevan años sin tener sexo pero son incapaces de buscarlo ni siquiera pagando porque el miedo les atá. Se sentían vencedores, pero son los reyes de un mundo muy, muy pequeño. Me fuí pronto porque ya había visto a mis amigos, y la noche se presentaba igual que todas las noches en el mundo de la noche, alguno pensó que era porque no tenía dinero porque no tenía trabajo, pero me fuí porque tengo que irme al parque a entrenar con mis espadas, ver a la persona que más quiero, y tocar y tocar porque tengo un sueño… que cada uno siga su camino, pero que al menos ande.

I have problems with the translation.
anybody knows how it works?

- nothing like a WEEK END cruise – ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmUIKAthrag&NR=1
THE LOVE BOAT

Poem
Deschidere
In zarea nesfarsita sa privesti
cum norii se destrama ca sa lase
sa citesti
raspunsuri
La intrebari
STrafundurile mintii vor patrunde
sensurile lor
zidurile ce le-ai zidit
se vor prabusi sonor
ca sageata iluminarii sa-si atinga tinta
increde-te
Si iata ca devii
un vas
o amphora straveche tu
gata sa primeasca
lumina Dumezeiasca
Potir stravechi
umplut cu mir
Miere divina
Din soarele iubiruii pure desprinsa
Eterul se revarsa in arome
Ce te imbata
Si iata
Copil esti iar
Naiv, hoinar
Strengar…
Deschis si pur.