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Peace

dAlen

Im not alive, but dead.

Intro:
Religion is quite interesting indeed - it shows mans apparent need to have something to believe, and his (more than) willingness to dump all responsibility onto anothers lap and subject his/her life under that persons authority.

Mind you when I say ‘dump responsibility’ I do not mean it in probably the way you are thinking…that line of thought falls with what I will call the ‘dark side’ of religion.

Breaking out:
Looking into modern physics and science in order to unlock the hidden mysteries of the Bible is something worthy of doing if one is so inclined. Its not without its quirks as well as pitfalls, but each person has a road they must traverse.

More and more I realize that what I say matters not in the end to whom I say it to.
If someone heeds the words I say, they would have done so if an ass talked to them face to face.
So, I suppose I am the ass (donkey), I am but a vessel that the universe (god) channels its life through me.

Better put - “Life is the Dancer and I am the Dance.” - Eckhart Tolle.

The Dancer:
And I can quite relate to that indeed.
I had an experience that I have recounted elsewhere on the web, and perhaps in this blog, about a few experiences that I had which got me to thinking.
- N.D.E. (Near Death Experience)
- O.B.E. (Out of Body Experience)

These experiences peaked my interest into better understanding the unknown and what happens when we die. Or better yet, what does it mean to be alive?

It was my explicit experience with the latter that I was indeed not real…no matter how real I feel now. I can feel this keyboard, I can sense the emotions inside of me and watch the thoughts turning in my head…but all of this which makes ‘me’ is an illusion - at least to how I had experienced it.

Bummer:
This can be a bummer or a kind of a let down to those who are so wrapped up in their egoic identities, or their senses of self that they have built out of their mental constructs.
i.e., the jobs they have, their status or lack of status in society, the goals they seek to achieve or missed, etc.

All are thought forms which are basically mini idols that we in turn worship and then defend.
Interesting when you grasp this concept and come to the realization that we are true idol worshippers for which the Bible has warned us against being involved with.

At the same time, and I will throw this out here, its as if we are possessed and dont know it.
Those idols we make are the possessing entities…ie., the thoughts that now rule our lives and for which we will defend with our life. (I am right and you are wrong. So right and wrong that we are willing to kill each other for these beliefs.)

End of beliefs:
Is it not time to shake loose and rid ourselves of the crutches of beliefs and take for ourselves some solid fruit to eat.

Is it not time for practicality and the end of duality - well the end in as far as you wake up and realize it is but a tool. A hint, many have woken to some extent, and they are your masters now.
But this may be all in good timing, for all things have a time and a place ‘under heaven’ as wise old solomon said.

Death:
What if I died and willed myself alive, so much so that I can remember even making the circumstances for which I wanted to see?

It would be interesting, but not beyond the realms of possibilities.
And with all the thought of parallel universes, etc. - it would be quite plausible indeed.

What do you do once you realize that certain things that your life was built upon was nothing but castles made of sand, to be swept briskly away by the oceans waves after all of the labor and turmoil you put in?

You do realize your time is coming as well?
A hit by a car, or even natural causes. One day, as Solomon says, we all have the same fate as the dog. The point, one would suppose is what are you doing with the life you have now?

Missing the point:
Its so easy to miss the point, as their really are no points to be made as I stated earlier.
But many believe in various ideas that keep them motivated while they breathe the breath of life upon this earth.

Some are motivated to leave a better future for those who will come after them.
And yet others wreak havoc upon the earth in the name of ‘god’.
- As if a supreme god would need them to extend a helping hand in creating devastation towards his/her own creation…

I wonder how many are concerned with that which matters most. YOU.
Yourself, not others. How many are truly into themselves.

Honestly, you cannot begin to fathom honestly loving someone until you know what love is - and Paul did a good job with the definition - and then you try it out on yourself…in a consistent manner.

Lack of love:
I honestly dont know anyone who really that loves themselves the way that love is properly defined by Paul. People are actually afraid to love themselves.

But once you love yourself, you will find that in all of your doing, - yes you may act as a seed planter - but the only change that happens is that which starts from within you.

To often we are the zealot wanting to make change, and we do make change…but we change into that very thing which we initially opposed. Now ask yourself why is this.

And I would say once you know, keep pondering this, as this key unlocks a door to greater understanding concerning all that has been said here. And not only is it good for knowledge, but knowledge is nothing without self application.

Why do I write. For fun, I like it.
You read it, thats great, you dont, thats great. I have not one thing to sale anyone one.
I just like to write and talk…well depending on the mood.

So what I say, if it speaks to you - then it was already in you and its just showing what you already know, but didnt know.

The post was flowing and now I feel it lost the flow, at least to the extent that I wanted it to go in.
So with this I will conclude.

Good night, well its actually very early morning…

Peace

dAlen

Irish - E.U. & the Lisbon Treaty

So the Irish voted ‘no’.
Why are they even in the E.U. to begin with? Whats the point?

One country says no, (out of 27), and everything comes to a halt.
Is this really the most feasible way to go about doing things?

I respect the Irish opinion, but go back to the above and ponder it for a moment.
Reminds me of Poland when they tried to push their way around after becoming new members of the E.U.

What it seems is that everyone want to be the one in charge, in control.
They want the benefits of the E.U., but they want to work it to their way of thinking and not look at the collective whole.

With Europe being diverse in cultural and thought, especially now that the central/eastern block has joined, there must be a different approach to how business is done if anyone is to benefit - or there will be a mini civil war between the nations and they will go back to doing what they did before…not getting a long.

Sillyness, I swear we live in a kindergarten with a bunch of grown up babies that cant see past the end of their noses.

People are sheep and dont even realize it.
The sheep of ireland think they had their voice heard today.
Perhaps this is what the vote was all about - give the people their illusion of freedom to keep them in line. But sheep must be guided or they will cause harm to themselves as well as to others.
(Although you may look at them more like lemmings - one goes off the cliff, so another goes.)

In truth, without waking up and growing up - and getting past the silliest of stories of ‘us’ vs. ‘them’, society will remain as sheep and need guidance. And where they are guided to may not be in their best interest. If they want true change, then it needs to start within. Not this superficial change in “I voted no and my vote was heard”…thats just utter bullocks.

There is more to life then politics and treaties, but most people havent got a clue, nor do they want to have a clue. Its far to comfortable to sit back and do nothing and have others guide you while you complain from time to time.

Complaining is from the ego and is the easiest way the ego gets fed.
Am I complaining? Maybe…maybe not.
Im just sitting here chatting - after all, in the end, what does it matter to me what the Irish voted for? What does being Irish mean anyway?

For that matter what does any of this nationalistic humbug mean anyway.
“Im a this, your a that…I have an identity, see - dont try to take it from me or Ill fight you.”

Can you begin to see the faint signs of the ego here, and its silly little stories that we cling so tightly to and take to be true.

The guys in the E.U. are doing their thing, let em have a go at it.
Obviously they are no better off than those who voted ‘no’, because again, 1 nation out of 27 can stop a whole process…quite funky if you ask me - but you didnt ask me, so Ill quite down now.

Peace to all, and Irish, maybe next time pick up something that is more worthy of your energy.
hmmm… a copy of Eckhart Tolles audio book, “A New Earth”.
…Now if you want change in government, (or in life in general) this will give you a good insight in how to make true, lasting change.

Peace,

dAlen

Monsanto {Documentary}

Intro:
There is much that could be said about this, but I will let you watch the video for yourself.
Its quite long, so pull back a chair, get something to drink and munch on and relax.

If you find it a bit dry at first it will pick up toward the end when they start talking about India & Mexicos corn, etc. The first part gives you more of a background into the company itself.

When you watch the bit about the Mexican corn and how N.A.F.T.A. affects this, (well with Monsanto, of course), you will be surprised.

Mexico & India:
In fact put that info with the fact that in India they (farmers) have to buy cotton seed basically from only Monsanto - as Monsanto has bought up most, if not all, of the major seed suppliers to farmers - not only do they have to buy this seed that grows with pesticide genetically engineered into it…(Im not against science or genetic engineering, but chemicals, pesticides in the plant? Science is a tool only…neither good nor bad. It is only that which the hand that wield it cause it to be. And in my view point, Monsanto is on the ‘bad’ path. My thought would be to understand nature & its benefits fully before trying to play god with plants turning colors…potatoes…and plants having pesticides in them…cotton…etc.)

Control: Ownership of the worlds food supply
So as you see, the problem isnt only with what they are selling, but they are owning nature.
You buy their seeds, you cannot collect it for planting for the next year. (This is tradition.) And they are ruthless if they think that you kept the seed for next years harvest. - Again, not that I would ever want to have their seed in my field…fact is many dont, and organic farmers have either come close to, or have been shut down by Monsanto because of these ‘false flags’ saying the organic farmer had Monsantos patented seed on their farm lots. What? Monsanto is the reason they went organic.

Revelations:
Ah, where was I?
Anyway, as you watch this video think of Revelations where it says no one “will buy or sell without the mark…” - well, make that “no one will buy or sell except Monsantos seeds”.

This whole fear/greed based mentality needs to come to a halt. It is self-destructive and companies like Monsanto is driving society into a mess. Well, they would like to think into their hands so that they control all that happens and thus retain power. But I see differently, people are waking up to a lot of the non-sense in the world and that type of fear/greed based mentalities time is up.

So without further ado, here is the link:

Peace

dAlen

Quotable Quotes {HUNGARIAN/ENGLISH}

“Ha az szarral harcolsz, ha megbírod is, ha megbír is, szaros lészesz.” Bornemisza Péter

If you fight with shit, even if you win over it, the shit will stick to you!

{Im sure Jesus would think the same…might use a different term}

 

The Prince That Desired Immortality - {Hungarian Folk Tales}

Translation courtesy: Bernard Adams

The problem:
Once upon a time, beyond seventy-seven lands, even further, beyond the Operencia too, at the crumbling side of a ruined oven, in the seventy seventh pleat of the skirt of an old woman there was a white flea, and right in the middle of it was a gleaming royal city, and in the city lived an old king who had a single worthy son.

Suffice it to say that the king had high hopes for that son, and so had him taught in every scholarly subject and then sent him out to see the world, to hear and experience it. The prince travelled about for several years before at last settling down at home at his father’s request - but in the course of all his wanderings the prince’s nature had changed altogether: he had become pensive and melancholy.

One day it befell that the king and the prince were alone together in the dining-room of the royal palace. The old king took his son, led him to a side-room which was full of pictures of beautiful girls, and said to him:
“My dear son, I can see that you are very much out of sorts; it would be good if you married. See, in this room are portraits of the daughters of every emperor, king and ruler, and you may take your choice; I will give you in marriage her that pleases you most, only let me see your good humour restored.”

“Alas, dear king and father,” Replied the prince, “it is not love or marriage that troubles me, but the thought that every man, even kings, must dome day die. I would like to find a kingdom where death has no power; and I have resolved that even if my legs are worn down to my knees I will travel until I found one such.”

The old king tried to dissuade his son from this plan: he said that he would even give him his kingdom if he would but stay at home, but next day the prince girded on his sword and set out.

The Eagle
He walked and walked, and as he went his way he saw in the distance a huge tree - and it seemed that a great eagle was fluttering at the top of it. As he approached he could see that a great eagle was kicking the branches at the top of the tree in such a manner that twigs flew every everywhere. When the eagle saw the prince staring at it flew down to his side, turned a somersault and became a king. He asked the prince:

“What are you staring at, my lad?”
“Well, I was only wondering why you were kicking the top of this big tree!”
To that the eagle-king replied:
“Do you see, I am under a curse that neither I nor any of my kin may die until I, in the form of an eagle, have kicked this great tree root and branch out of the ground. And so I come here every day and work. But now it is evening, I shall work no more today but shall go home, and I shall be heartily glad to see you as a traveller in my poor home, for from your dress I see that you are a prince.”

The prince was pleased at that, and together they walked to the eagle-king’s residence. This eagle-king had a wondrously beautiful daughter, who welcomed her father and the princely guest and straightway laid the table.

Over dinner the eagle-king asked the prince why he was wandering from land to land.
The prince said that he meant to travel until he found a kingdom wherein death had no power.

“Well, my dear boy,” said the eagle-king, “you have come to just the right spot. Death has no power over me and mine until I tear out that great tree root and branch; and that will take six hundred years. Marry my daughter an you can live happily with me until then.”

“Alas, dear king, that would be all very well! But in six hundred years I will have to die, and I wish to discover a place where death will never have power.”

The princess too would have detained him, but he would brook no delay. In the end, so that at least he should not leave her without a keepsake, she gave him a box on the inside of which was a picture of her, and she said:

“Well, prince, as you will on no account stay with me, take this keepsake! It has the property that when you are weary of walking, open the box and look at my picture, and you will be able to walk anyhow you desire: if you wish, in the air, as when the wind blows keenly, or on the ground, with the speed of thought or like a swift whirlwind.”

The prince thanked her for the box and put it in his pocket. Next day he took his leave of the eagle-king’s house and set out.

He went a way on foot along the highway but after a while he became weary and thought of the box. So he took it out, opened it, looked at the princess’s portrait and thought to himself: “Let me go like the swift wind in the air!” - and at once he was lifted up and was rushing along with the speed of the wind.

The Bald king:
When he had gone a long way he saw a bald man on top of a very high hill, piling earth with a spade and a hoe into a basket and moving it to the bottom of the hill. The prince stopped and stared, and the bald man stopped and asked.

“What are you staring at, my lad?”
Well, I am just wondering where you are taking that basket of earth.”
Alas, my dear boy,” said the bald man, “I am under a curse that neither I nor any of my family shall die until I have moved this hill with this basket and cleared this space; but evening is drawing on now, and I shall work no more today.”

With that he turned a somersault, became a bald king, and immediately invited the prince home to stay the night. So off they went together to the king’s palace, and this king had a daughter a hundred times more beautiful than the previous one; she too welcomed them and dinner was promptly served. Over dinner the bald king to enquired where he was going, to which the prince replied once more that he was going until he found a land where death had no power.

“Then you are in luck,” said the bald king, “for as I said, I am cursed that I cannot die until I have moved all that great hill, and that will take nine hundred years. Marry my daughter, for I see that you do not dislike one another, and you can live happily for nine hundred years.”

“Yes,” said the prince, “but I mean to go to where death will never have power.”

next day they all rose early and the princess again tried to make the prince stay, but that he would not do; therefore, so that he should not go away without a keepsake she gave him a gold ring, which had the property that he who turned it on his finger was immediately carried to wherever he wished to be. The prince thanked her for the ring and with that took his leave and set off once more.

He walked along the highway for a spell; suddenly he thought of the ring. He turned it on his finger and thought to himself that he wished to beat the end of the world. He blinked his eyes and lo! he found himself in the middle of a splendid royal city. He walked up and down the streets and saw that everyone in the city was handsome and magnificently dressed. He tried to speak with them in twenty-seven different languages, for he understood that many, but no-one replied to any of them. He was very put out, not knowing what to do, being unable to converse with anyone. In his unhappiness he was walking up and down, when suddenly he saw a man dressed as men in his own land, and when he spoke to him in his own language he was able to reply. First of all he asked:

“What city is this?”

City of the Blue King:
“The capital of the Blue King’s kingdom,” said the man.
“The King himself is dead, but he has a kindly, beautiful daughter, and she rules seven lands.”

The prince asked:
“Could you show me the princess’s palace?”

“With all my heart,” said the man, and led the prince to the palace, where he took his leave of him.

The prince went into the royal palace and saw the princess sitting on the stairs, engaged in her embroidery. He went straight up to her, and she at once rose and took him into the great hall of the palace. Straight away she asked the prince to stay with her and be her companion on the throne, but he insisted that he wished to settle only in a country where death had no power. Then the princess took the prince by the arm and led him into a side-room. the floor of this room was stuck full of needles, so that there would no, perhaps, have been room for a single one more.

“Now, prince,” said the princess, “do you see this enormous number of needles? A curse is laid upon me, that neither I nor mine may die until I have worn out all these needles in embroidery, and that will take a thousand years. If you stay with me we can live happily and rule.”

“Yes,” said the prince, “but after a thousand years I shall have to die; but I seek a land where death will never have power.”

The embroidering princess tried hard to dissuade the prince from his plan, but he made it clear that he would not stay, but would continue on his way. Then the princess stood before him and said:

“Since I cannot by any means hod you back, take from me as a keepsake this golden wand. It has the property that in time of necessity it will change into what you think of.”

The prince thanked the princess for her gift and put it in his pocket. With that he took his leave of her and set out once more.

Scarcely had he left the city than he came to a great river, and he could that on the other side the sky came down and it was impossible to go farther, for that was the end of the world. And so he set off along the river-bank. When he had gone upstream a while suddenly he saw a gleaming royal palace above the stream, suspended in the air. Seek though he might he could discover no road or bridge by which it was connected to the land; nevertheless he would dearly have wished to see inside that gleaming palace. Suddenly he bethought him of the golden wand what he had received from the embroidering princess. He took it out and cast it on the ground:

“Become a plank and take me to the gleaming royal palace!” And the wand became there and then a golden plank. The prince did not delay; he sprang onto the golden plank and crossed it to the palace. But when he entered the palace gate he saw that it was guarded by wondrous beast, the like of which he had never seen. He was alarmed, and ordered his sword:

City of the Queen of Life & Immortality (Part 1)
“Sword, out of your scabbard!” and the sword leapt forth, and cut off the heads of several. But forthwith others grew in their place. At that the prince was even more affrighted, ordered his sword back into its scabbard and merely stared upward. The queen of the palace had seen all this from the window, and immediately sent down a footman, that the guards might not impede the prince, and commanded him to bring the prince into her presence. And so it happened. The footman ran quickly down and took the prince quickly past the guards into the presence of the the queen of the palace.

The queen said:
“I can see that you are no ordinary person; but I wish to know who you are and on what errand you come.”

The prince told her of which king he was the son, and that he had set out to discover a land wherein death had no power.

“Then you are in luck,” said the queen, “for I am the Queen of Life and Immortality, here you are safe against death.”

She made him sit and received him hospitably.
The prince remained in that gleaming palace a thousand years, but they passed as quickly as the previous six months.

One night, when the thousand years were over, the prince had a dream in which he was at home talking to his father and mother. When he rose in the morning he told the Queen of Immortality that he wished to go home to see his parents once more. The queen was astounded at these words and said:

“Goodness, prince, what an idea! Your father and mother have been dead these eight hundred years, and you will find no trace of them.”

But she could not dissuade the prince from his plan, and so she said: “Well, if you will really go, at least I will equip you for the journey.”

And at once she hung about his neck a gold flask and a silver flash and led him into a little side-room. She showed him a little kettle in the corner and said.:

“Now, fill your silver flask to the brim with the liquid that you will find in this. Anyone that you sprinkle with it, through he has a thousand lives, he will die on the spot.”

Then she took him into a second side-room and made him fill the gold flask with the liquid from a similar little kettle in the corner, and said:

“Now, prince, this liquid, which spring from the cliff of eternity, has the property that if anyone has died four or five hundred years ago, if you can obtain only a tiny bone of them and sprinkle it with this, they will come back to life.”

The prince thanked the Queen of Immortality for her fine gifts, and with that took his leave of her and the whole palace and went his way.

City of the Queen of Life & Immortality (Part II)
Soon he came to the city where the embroidering princess lived, but he scarcely recognized it, it was so changed. He hurried to the royal palace, and there all was so silent, it seemed that no-one lived there. He went up to the hall and when he reached the day-room there he found the princess bent over her embroidery, fast asleep. Very quietly he crept up and spoke to her but she did not reply. He tugged at her skirt but she did not move. He ran to the room that had been full of needles, and there was not one there. The last needle had broken in her embroidery, and with that the princess had died. Quickly he took the gold flask, bathed the princess from it and she began to revive, raised her head, spoke, and said to the prince:

“Oh, my dear friend, it is good that you have woken me. I must have slept long.”

“You would have slept till the end of the world,” replied the prince, “had I not roused you!”

Then the princess realized that she had died and that the prince had brought her back to life. She thanked him very warmly, and promised to return the favor.

From there the prince went directly to the bald king. He saw from afar that he had removed all the great hill. When he came closer he saw that the bald king had placed the basket under his head, laid down the spade and hoe at his side and died. This time too he quickly took the golden flask, sprinkled the bald king from it and revived him.

He too promised to return the favour and the prince took his leave and went to call on the eagle-king. Now, the eagle-king had so completely destroyed the big tree, root and branch, that not the least little twig of it remained; he himself, however, had spread out his wings and lay there dead, his beak pressed to the ground. The prince took the gold flask, moistened the eagle-king with its water and he too began to revive, came to himself and said:

“Goodness, but I have slept a long sleep! Thank you for waking me, my dear friend.”

Then the eagle-king realized that he must have been dead. He renewed his thanks to the prince for bringing him back to life and promised to repay the kindness.

Then the prince took his leave of the eagle-king too, resumed his journey and soon came to his father’s royal city, but even from afar he saw that the royal palace had been leveled without trace. He approached and saw where the palace had been a lake of fire and brimstone, burning continually with a blue flame, like good plum brandy.

The prince abandoned his hopes of finding his father and mother, and set out in his grief to return, but as he was leaving the city someone called to him from behind:

“Stop, prince, you are in luck! I have been seeking you ceaselessly these thousand years.”

The prince glanced back and recognized that the one addressing him was indeed old man Death! Immediately he seized the ring on his finger and turned it, and with the speed of thought he was with the eagle-king, then with the bald king, then the embroidering princess, and required all of them to marshal their forces to obstruct Death; but so fast did Death gallop after him that when the prince set one foot inside the palace of the Queen of Immortality, Death grasped the other outside.

“Stop! You are mine!”

The Queen of Immortality saw what was happening and rebuked Death: what did he want in her kingdom, where he had no power”

“Yes,” said Death, “but his one foot is in my kingdom, that is mine.”

“Yes, but the other is mine in any case,” said the Queen of Immorality, “and what will you gain if we split him? Half a prince is no use either to you or to me. I suggest that you come in and the two of us settle the matter by a wager.”

Death consented and went into the palace, and the Queen proposed to him that she should kick the prince into the seventh heaven, behind the morning star, and that if from there he fell into the castle he would be hers, but if he fell outside he would be Death’s. Death accepted. Then the Queen placed the prince in the middle of the castle and placed her foot beneath him, and so kicked him among the stars that he disappeared completely. But the Queen staggered a little with the effort and was deeply worried that the prince might fall outside the castle, and she watched closely for his return. Suddenly she caught sight of him, but he was the size of a wasp. She measured with her eye where he was going to fall, right on the castle wall. The Queen was alarmed, but a light southerly breeze contrived for the prince to fall on the inward side of the wall. The queen sprang to him and like a light ball picked him up and carried him in her bosom into the palace, and commanded the people of the place all to fetch brooms, set them alight and drive Death out of the castle of immortality with fiery brooms. And DEath she commanded never again to venture to set foot there. The king and queen live happily and gloriously to this day; anyone that disbelieves that, let him seek the castle floating in the air above the river at the end of the world, the castle of the Queen of Immortality.

The End

peace

dAlen