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Why would you leave HubPages? HubPages needs you, fellow Hubbers need you! The world needs you! This site provides a wonderful format for writing and clearly displayed WORDS and TEXT! No one should feel "exiled." If you do, it is result of a too-active imagination! Tone it down a notch… please!
PS I recently erased all my poetry because I wanted to reinvent my literary mode. I will be putting up more poetry in time as I transform my approach.
If you ask me, which no one...
You removed all your poetry from HubPages as many or most of us have from HP have but you expect us to believe you will be putting it back one day and we should not put ours with The Creative Exiles who are now forming at facebook?
So in all this flurry of speech and protestation we should not look at what you are doing but believe what you say you will do in the near future?
Are you really running for president?
Well, yeah and since you have nominated me for president I nominate you for vice president!
~ Thank YOU!
PS I removed mine before I even knew about the changes happening here. Maybe I sensed it. The only reason I was mad at the exile group was because they didn't seem to want to include me. I have an inferiority complex. It was a lash out. Now, they will never accept me.
http://hubpages.com/literature/forum/13 … ets?page=8
Oh well ... story of my life. :-(
Interesting. HP for me has been a good place to experiment and to learn more about this craft of writing.
I've done creative writing courses and all that stuff, even written for groups that produce ads for the likes of Ebay and other companies, but none of that work was 'mine'! The moment it was uploaded it became someone else's and it wasn't always what I wanted to write.
I came here by default (ex 'Squidoo') and the pay's not great, but what I have found is people who're trying different things and are willing to share the knowledge they've garnered in self publishing, not everyone wants to walk that path, but for those of us who do there are people here who'll talk you through the steps and it's upto you what path you want to take.
So, the pay's not great, but the potential rewards are enormous and there's a lot of fun waiting for those willing to 'take the chance'
I've a fiction series going at the moment that is a project to turn into a self published novel that I'd love input on, look up my profile page and you'll see links to the episodes written so far.
This is an assignment.
I will do as you have encouraged. But, I need time.
I look forward to completing the assignment.
This is another good thing about this place (HP) we can always return when ready, after contemplation, after inspired .. time is potentially non-existent.
(except at night, people wisely go to bed
and the place is relatively quiet …)
Thank you Pollyannalana. Just a short note: I have probably 150 poetry hubs here at HubPages and don't intend to remove any of them or to stop writing here. So even though The Creative Exiles is taking shape and I am amazed at the popularity shown I am not trying to encourage people to abandon HubPages. It is just a wise idea to have your eggs distributed between more than one basket, so to speak. One never knows what the future holds.
I am new here and have yet to post any poetry even though I like it. It does seem a bit odd of a place for poetry here but I like it and think it should stay. Is there a poem template for hubs? I haven't tried yet.
For instance, here is a poem. I can put it here on a forum thread or make a hub of it where I can illustrate it with photos and embellish it with video and audio sources. I did not write this poem, but posting it on HP allows me to share it with others in well presented way and adds to the beauty of being here.
Who would disagree?
A Poem by Raiyna.
Not by moonlight, not by lamp, not by night light, not by window's chance.
It's un-naturally natural the
shade of night. Casted upon my
pen in the stillness. I write.
I write for you.
I write to bloom
Something here in this room.
Vacant it's not
Vague it is .
Searching for something on paper togive
I like to feel the grain as I
I like to think your eyes watch
with a glow.
Believe the sayings you've heard before
From possibly a different shore.
They smile as I do you.
They wave as you do me
And they listen
There is wisdom in those voices
Songs from the past
Quotes & Notes. Float through the
It's thin so I clearly hear.
Whispers of truth
And sharing youth.
There is a moon up in this
And often I tell you about it
I think you know why
Tonight stars sit out too
& someone is with a lamp
on a street where flowers
do bloom at night you
scent Jasmine & more
A rose is a classic
despite those thorns.
You may see a night light on looking in a big window in a neutral
sized house. There is something ultimate in what's ultimately
& that's what is not
And to me
that I hold dear.
By Raiyna Krimmel.
You will NOT see such capabilities here:
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"Ezra Pound: Poems Summary and Analysis of "Hugh Selwyn Mauberley" (1920)
This poem is actually made up of eighteen short poems and grouped into two sections. The first is, in essence, Pound's autobiography from the perspective of his third-person alter ego. It details his struggles to re-emphasize the importance of aesthetics and poetry in society. He pays particular attention to the classical Greek myths to illustrate his point, celebrating their classic beauty and intense passion. He describes America as a "half-savage land" where his art could not flourish. However, when he first arrived in London, he found that Britain was absorbed in commodities.
Later in section one, Pound goes on to criticize artists and publishers for caring only about sales instead of the craft. He does this by creating a fictional conversation between his alter ego and a bestselling novelist who cares only about the reviews of his work. This encompasses one of the main messages of Pound's poem: mass culture will never be able to produce great art because of corrupt motivations." http://www.gradesaver.com/ezra-pound-po … erley-1920
We must not be motivated by the carrot dangling from the stick. When that external prompt is the motivation, forget the intrinsic prompt and process,( which flows forth in liberty,) where true greatness emanates.
And what is true greatness?
Poetry is not a profession. If you have a new neighbor, and one morning if you ask them courteously: "So, Mr. Simon, what do you do professionally?", and they answer:
"I'm a poet!"
Those that are intelligent, make a balance out of it. Because poetry has a market. And its market can not be diminished. Because in a certain sense, everything is poetry.
Yes, what is salsa without chips? (and vice versa!)
One must make a little money to continue doing one's profession, after all. But one needs to separate the two. The mind must be free of the money making aspect.
For me anyway.
But then, the form itself is a poetry in itself.
oh! My stuff is the form of Dr. Seuss. I never thought of myself as a poet. Just a rhymist.
There is much to learn about the "forms" of poetry.
I get angry at most poets. So hard to make sense of their words/ideas. One needs to learn how to read, understand and appreciate poetry before becoming a poet perhaps.
Most poets are, to put it politely, jackasses.
Sorry for the use of a rough word, but we're getting practical here. A poet's poetry generally comes as good as his understanding of the world.
And that's a lot of hard work.
I can keep on making poems on flowers, rivers and the earth and the ocean. But that's not what life really is. If I don't get access to a bathroom after 24 hours, I'm almost nowhere in the world.
I like making poems about nature. but I relate it, (nature) to the human struggle. I give myself a pass, then.
For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.
… his understanding of the world parsed back in confused disjointed rhythmic words and phrases chosen artistically. It is art. But, there are structures and modes and mathematical things like quatrains and such. I know very little. I would like to know more. I'll look it up some day. Meanwhile, I am NOT a poet
Maybe not in a literal sense, but we all have feelings and etc.
... and if they if they study and learn a thing or two about the craft, they will enjoy it even more ...
and if it makes others relate or see something new, or causes a smile, it is a wonderful thing…
Okay, a beginner, utterly.
For instance, ahorseback seems more advanced. He seems to know what he is doing.
and if they are assholes, well even better! Who wouldn't want to read the poetry of Jack Nicholson?
Paradigmsearch is also a poet. I always considered him as a difficult and misunderstood poetic genius of this century.
For me, my rhymes write themselves. They use me to get written. They enjoy the rythym first and foremost. The ideas come second.
Yes, that is some insight regarding Mr. P!
All the 'good' poets that I've ever read, say something identical: That poetry is a gift from their Muse. And they receive it with respect. That they aren't creators of poetry but receivers of poetry.
We are all poets and actors. To express it, is the thing.
Did you check out Mr. Ken Robinson, by the way?
Not sure what he's doing these days. But he has certainly stopped appearing on YouTube videos and elsewhere. Maybe he's engaged in something more interesting.
He's a toned down poet. If you have noticed, he has a deformed leg. He got polio when he was young. And so, the poetry was toned down.
He couldn't write about flowers, rivers and etc.
Just checked ! yes, ah ha! He is close, but is missing some knowledge … Inner Life. The child is forming itself. It is not up to us to teach them, but for us to figure out what he needs / hungers to know, wants to know … supply what he needs to know for survival, for power, strength and capability. He introduces many good points as far as true / better education. The important thing is learning in liberty, with choices and freedom. Don't get me started. But, thanks !!!!!!!
Intrinsic motivation is ruined by the pursuit of GRADES! There has to be better way to test for learning. I say it is with writing and research papers. Just by the output and understanding revealed via the work/natural output.
You had to bring him up!
More about that. I thought I could just rest as far as education, since no one seems to get it. I am finding that might be a dangerous thing to do.
That is good encouragement. Very good. Thank you. Yesterday some 7-8 year old girls thanked me for helping them with their gymnastics instead of "yelling at us not to do it, like the other day-care teachers!"
Little by little, one day at a time. Calmly, kindly.
You must be truly exceptional in real life as well.
I never thought so. I was ordinary. We all had such skills. We had discipline and encouragement. I am realizing those days are really long gone!
Can they be brought back? Can YOU bring them back? I mean new and improved versions?
I would say, it depends on what you have to present! It is not egotistic if what you have to say speaks to the hunger for truth and knowledge. You have to be a kind of rock star and know what they want and be able to give it to them. If they don't want it … will they?
No, you were sleeping peacefully in the arms of the angels. I graduated high school in 1972! four decades ago. I've been half asleep too.
Life is really a mystery. When we think of life we normally think of a single, limited timeline (like the Facebook timeline). But my guess is that it's really not like that. We're having a multi-platform, multi-faceted, multifarious timeline.
And that must be awesome!
Spirituality LLC business
Requirements: A set of pro video cameras (on rent), cameramen, a place or auditorium (on rent), and an audience(!). Plus, a website or TV channel to live stream the function around the world for everyone to see. I hope that it would be a free service, and we can make money out of relevant advertisements.
It won't require a big chunk of investment. Even if the project fails, it won't be a catastrophic failure. If it succeeds, it will catch the world in fire. Who knows!
What is being videoed? I have an idea of what could be videoed. totally.
I need to get away for a while. BFN. Nice chatting, and have a magnificent day there. We're in the same planet. And there are lotus flowers everywhere.
If you want to know what America was like in 1972 from my perspective? I could tell you from the limited point of view of an eighteen year old. My dad would lecture me while driving me home from some free concert at Griffith Park that I should be concerned for my future. But, he never gave me a direction. HE had no idea either! The adults were all working hard but, faking it. Nixon was running amok and so were they, drinking martinis with olives after work. We had gone to the moon and the earth was a little off kilter, if you ask me. Everyone was rebelling in some way or another, expressing themselves and wanting love not war, big time. Music, records, concerts, radio was everything. No one cared overly much about grades or school and that was a good thing. In school we celebrated the Christian holidays and it gave us a sense of peace. We were big into sports, but boys and girls had separate PE s. The boys had wood shop and auto shop too. Sewing, cooking and art classes were offered. People were into speed boats and water skiing, snow skiing, surfing, yoga, positive thinking natural fibers clothing, no polyester. The general mood was peaceful and pleasant, from my perspective but then, I was very sheltered.
I am sure you have wandered off by now, so good night.
01 The Internet is an integral part of modern life—a key component in education, communication, collaboration, business, entertainment and society as a whole.
02 The Internet is a global public resource that must remain open and accessible.
03 The Internet must enrich the lives of individual human beings.
04 Individuals’ security and privacy on the Internet are fundamental and must not be treated as optional.
05 Individuals must have the ability to shape the Internet and their own experiences on it.
06 The effectiveness of the Internet as a public resource depends upon interoperability (protocols, data formats, content), innovation and decentralized participation worldwide.
07 Free and open source software promotes the development of the Internet as a public resource.
08 Transparent community-based processes promote participation, accountability and trust.
09 Commercial involvement in the development of the Internet brings many benefits; a balance between commercial profit and public benefit is critical.
10 Magnifying the public benefit aspects of the Internet is an important goal, worthy of time, attention and commitment."
~ You have to be a kind of rock star and know what they want and be able to give it to them. If they don't want it … will they? ~
I think the business model that I have in mind, might work. I'm not 100% confident that it will definitely work, but I've been living my life making experiments and I can take that much risk. I've done a bit public speaking in the past, and I think I have a bit of knack for it.
I think we should provide each one of the audience a wireless keyboard. Or, we may let them connect their mobiles phones to a temporary server. There would be a shared screen that anyone can access, with whatever electronic device they have with them. Or they may request a dedicated functionary to bring to them a wireless keyboard, and they may ask a question, or have a chat - right from where they are, without standing out in the crowd: by typing their questions or feedback through their mobile phones, on that screen.
I have observed that there predominates a certain social hesitation (fear) when someone thinks of asking these types of questions in public. I haven't seen anybody asking questions such as 'What was God doing before creating the universe?' during a spiritual gathering. So, to bypass that, we need to think of alternative media. And this is it.
What I have in mind is to make it into a sort of communal gathering. I think it would be quite interesting to watch.
This project might prove to be a miserable failure, as well. But, by then, I would have known what works, and what doesn't work, in terms of spirituality. So I would be ready to take it to the next level. I might get into politics or something else.
So all in all, I think, it would be a learning experience.
I'm not a fan of Hollywood movies, but Hollywood movies that make a great deal of money (ie. Titanic, The Matrix, The Godfather etc) attract audience on the strength of collective catharsis. This is one of the main reasons why people buy movie tickets at all.
The type of collective catharsis that is induced by Hollywood movies, is temporary. The type of collective catharsis that I have in mind, is going to be a rather lasting one, and might reach an even broader audience. So, I think this project might do some good business as well.
Rodeon: Why not? I think it sounds great! Maybe you could start out as a poet (filmed) reciting in various outdoor scenarios such as city streets, nature or on planes, trains and automobiles or a combination of all of these. Then move on to being filmed narrating or speaking in urban or natural settings. After you become positively familiar, you could hold "happenings" in auditoriums with chrome books (?) You could feature audio visuals on stage as well. Do you really have that sort of ambition to deal with audiences?
My objective is not to get famous. My objective is to do something about all the bad things that I've witnessed in collective life. That's the ambition that I have in mind.
It often gets tricky when one is dealing with a live audience. That's true. But I think I can deal with such forces.
Many aspects of our (global) culture are relative in their value. I guess you have seen music videos and things like that. From one point of view, they are nonsensical things. But the real life fact remains that these nonsensical things have a market value. And it's not something that happens in only one country. Right now, it's a worldwide phenomenon: Film actors are our great men and women in this world.
As their market value is relative, it can be reversed to our benefit. What that really implies is that once we start providing people a better video content, it will be like splashing a bucket of cold water on a sleeping person. At least it has been my personal experience. India is a very complex country. If I have been able to move people's heart's and mind's here ~ I see no reason why I can not do that in America, or elsewhere. This society is very complex, and it's very difficult to feel this complexity for an outsider. It feels like a very deep well where sunlight seldom hits (see, I'm writing poetry). Though this society is very complex, it often provides opportunities to sort of fire-test one's character. I think it happens everywhere in the world, but here it seems to happen rather more quickly, just as anywhere where there exists a lot lot of collective tension in the society.
Those are some really good suggestions to make the first cut. The only issue would be how to spread that video content of me reciting poems in various settings . No tv channel would likely be interested to feature such video content from an unknown poet, etc.
To bypass that, I might set up a personal website of my own (it costs about 150 dollars to set up a private website using wordpress, these days, so it's rather cheap), to have a permanent presence. And then I might use YouTube and the private website, and broadcast on the web of a session that we do on a relatively smaller scale, with fewer people. Then, if we find that it's getting a market, take it to an auditorium and etc.
From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it's different. Consider again that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known, so far, to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.
—Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space, 1997
I can produce at least 1 week's video content (4 episodes) on this passage alone. Because this passage is incomplete. It's not incomplete because I think that it's incomplete. But it's factually incomplete.
So, apart from our original content, we would also have additional content to develop upon.
"My objective is to do something about all the bad things that I've witnessed in collective life."
"The idea of the fence is what I found most important. Simple but effective to visualize and maintain.
Thank You for these sad insights into human tendencies.
I am wondering if manipulators attract manipulators!"
"They know how to attract the more dominating types. Then they regret it when the tyrannies and the injustices show up.
It seems if you give power to others they run with it. Often in a deviated way.
It seems to be human nature to not take power responsibly/with proper restraint. Empathy, kindness and respect go out the window when one is drunk on power."
each person must overcome these satanic tendencies within themselves. Eventually they suffer to the point of wanting to change and untangle themselves. Meanwhile, we realize on a conscious level a better way to live: as an untangled golden chain. or silver, whatever your preference …
Also to RESIST, (and all that entails,) the TYRANNY and ABUSE of the tangled ones.
A mon avis.
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih
""Datta," "Dayadhvam," and "Damyata." In order, they mean "give," "compassion," and "control." These come from the Brihadaranyaka Upanishad, which is an ancient philosophical text containing Hindu concepts. Among these concepts and statements are three duties (giving, compassion, and control). These are things each individual must sacrifice to the gods, to other people, animals, and so on. It is part of the lessons of ethical responsibility for each person."
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I think my basic problem is that I'm a perfectionist. This is the realization that I've reached after reflecting on this thread. I think it would be nice to try to apply a philosophical tint to this conversation:
The objective world exists as a 'self-existing' entity: all the atoms that make up this universe; they were here before we came here, and they will be here after we are gone, hopefully. So this atomic world, this subatomic world, this world of physical energy and forces do not need us to sustain their existence.
But we all have an inner architecture that interacts with this external world in different ways. Everybody have their own unique architecture.
Now, a perfectionist architecture would obviously be unhappy with an external world that's not perfect. But the point here is that the external world doesn't give a damn about the dreams and wishes of the inner-architecture of the perfectionist. The external world is eternal. While the perfectionist is here to stay for only 80 years or so.
The external world lives in its own bliss. It knows that it's already perfect. The external world knows that every disturbance is destined for blissful dissolution. That all imperfections are artificial, and superficial. That all imperfections will be perfected in their own natural course, if we just allow them the time.
"Maybe you could write a hub ALL about the fibonacci series. Have you read Liber Abaci?
There IS order.
Structure is the basis of everything."
where did you get this! I thought it was erased long ago! … so where is that hub!???
Satchidananda, or Sat-cit-ānanda (Sanskrit: सच्चिदानंद) is a compound of three Sanskrit words, Sat (सत्), Cit (चित्), and Ananda (आनंद): meaning essence, consciousness, and bliss respectively.
The expression is used in yoga and other schools of Indian philosophy to describe the nature of God as experienced by a fully liberated yogi.
Satchidananda may be understood as the energetic state of non-duality, a manifestation of our spiritually natural, primordial and authentic state which is comparable in quality to that of God.
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Potentially, this (HP format) is the way of the future as far as education. I really think its template for learning is ideal. Someone should copy its basic format and and sell versions of it to schools. Do you know what I see students doing in the computer lab? Not much. Mostly games. Are they researching, writing and learning about history, science, math, etc. with more free choice according to inner/outer interest and encouragement and inspiration. The ability to interact with fellow students would also be beneficial. Meanwhile, we adults get all the fun while trying to earn a little money on HubPages. Do we write and discuss here just to learn sometimes? Do we write and discuss here just to express and share sometimes?
That's an excellent idea. But I think you'll have to create an appropriate atmosphere for it to work among students.
For example, each student will be given a personal account and avatar that they must use while chatting, researching, thinking, posting etc, in this format. But, there will be a number of fake accounts where teachers would hide and behave as if they are also students.
Whenever a student is trying to have a legitimate conversation and making some valuable contribution, one or a group of teachers would target that student and try to frustrate them. For example, if a student is interested in biology and chatting with another student about the latest findings in cellular microbiology, a teacher might troll both the students with the inescapable fact that (biological) cells don't exist at all!
If a student extols intellectuals like Freud, or Aristotle ~ a teacher is to troll that student by saying that both those individuals were cretinous monkeys. If there is a student who worships Picasso as their artistic hero, a teacher is to troll that student by informing them that Pablo Picasso was an unfaithful venal, etc. This is how we engage students, and compel them to make something productive.
Yep. God does this too. or maybe the devil, I'm not sure which.
What does the phrase "iron sharpens iron" mean, and how does it apply to you?
Every cook knows a dull knife can be more dangerous than a sharp one. Although it seems contradictory, a dull-edged blade can actually do more damage to the cook, than the food! That’s because when a blade is dull, it’s harder to use. Not only does it take more force to actually cut something, but also it’s harder to control. That’s why a dull blade can slice a finger quicker than a tomato, and why chefs spend hundreds on a great knife. Every knife becomes dull with use. The sharp edge rounds out, and little chips develop. Cutting will render a blade ineffective, and on its own, it will never become sharp again. That’s the first truth about sharpening iron: a knife cannot sharpen itself. Nor can something weaker than iron, sharpen iron.
Proverbs 27:17 uses a practical truth about sharpening iron, to teach a spiritual truth about our relationships with others: “You use iron to sharpen iron, and one friend sharpens another” (Msg). We’ve all had the experience of friends who inspire us to be better than we are, and friends who don’t. For example, a wise friend can make you wiser. A loving friend can expand your capacity to love. When we think of sharpening a blade, or sharpening ourselves, it’s always done for a purpose. A chef doesn’t sharpen his or her knife so it looks better lying on the kitchen counter. Sharpening is done to make it more effective and efficient. If we sharpen a knife for years and never put it into use, it will eventually be sharpened down to nothing, with nothing to show for all that honing.
Hope this answers your question.
Steve A · 8 years ago
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An interesting idea, but it has some serious problems. A lot of kids already do things like this and they even put stuff together to post online but the oroblems are they are often targeted by 'unsavoury' characters. If you were to set something like what you're suggesting up it would have to be a 'closed' system where only the students and teachers can access it (not even 'password protected' as they can be hacked) which defeats the purpose!
I agree HP is a great place for a lot of things and is a great model for learning to write good material but if we want to use it for educational things then make sure you let people know your sources! Set them out so people can find them and verify what you're saying, use links so people can go to the websites and check out for themselves.
These are some of my thoughts.
If I found out my teachers were doing that, (posing as trolls,) I would be so pissed off. I would be so … angry and I, as a student and a person, would become so rebellious ...
No … someone (with the initial R.) is not serious… it happens every time …
Then he's gone.
( til next time.)
I disagree. The students will be just fine when given proper boundaries and freedom within those boundaries. In fact, the boundaries create the freedom! There is no stopping natural enthusiasm and intrinsic motivation when the environment provides freedom.
~ One of the boundaries will be this: No anonymity AT ALL. If you want to be online, involved in this type of writing, researching, sharing format we must know who you are: NO SOCKS!
(Including teachers, of course!)
Actually, if this boundary was stipulated here on HubPages, there would be no trolls.
Suppose there are not many teachers who would be engaged in that process: let's say that the school pays extra money to five teachers to run that online environment. Now, it's very important to mention here: motivation: what will be the motivation for these five teachers to run this online environment? It's a waste of time, isn't it—unless there are some real benefits? Would a school ever like to control its students through an online portal?
These five teachers would divide themselves into 3 distinct groups. One group would be something like people's champion; another group would behave as if they are online bullies who have special privilege on the website; and the last one, that would one teacher, who would work as a coordinator between the previous two groups and the real students who are using the online portal that the school is offering them.
An online portal to control people—but how? ~By creating fake crises and fake political forces. The real students would never know that they are spending time on an online portal that is being run by five teachers. How would they know? Because these five teachers would have access to thousands of fake accounts on that website!
Suppose, in the school itself, there are about 240 students; out of which 40 students are using that portal. The school administration tells them that the website is a district-wise website, and students from all other schools of the district are using that venue as well. Students would believe that, wouldn't they? So, now the five teachers are well protected. Now they may play any fake political game of the website, and maneuver the real students' real emotions using a dream world—the intranet.
The first two teachers start trolling selected students who love science. They troll them so hard that the students start to complain. But the students, who complain, are ridiculed and get banned for half an hour for each offensive word they say against the first two teachers. Now, these science-students have become addicted to the website.
The other two teachers start helping the trolled students, and raise their voice against the bullies. They put balms on the wounds of the trolled students. They make friendships with the trolled students, become friends on Facebook and Twitter—and what not! The school is funding 400 dollars per month now, for this project; and with that much money it's more than easy to create fake Facebook profiles that would look more real and more beautiful, than a real Facebook profile.
The last, one teacher makes jokes and keeps identifying trolls among the real students! So, you see, it's now possible to play an endless continuation of political games on that online setup. And that would be affecting the students' real emotions, real life, and real behavior.
I don't have any plans to run a charity. I used to think that way a decade ago. Now, I want to do business.
I think the world that we live in, has foundational weaknesses. These weaknesses are not visible from the outside. If an alien ever visited this world, they might not notice any weakness at all. But the weaknesses exist nonetheless— whether we are aware of them or not.
Now, I live in India and you live in America. But gravity is equally effective everywhere. The strength of the gravitational pull is equally distributed in the world: suppose I drop my wallet, or mobile phone, or my wristwatch at a public place, and I remember the fact that I've accidentally dropped something valuable, only after a couple of hours. I go there. I search the place. But it's not there!
Ideally, the person who saw it first, should have deposited the found object to police custody. If it were a mobile phone, they should have called me and should have directly handed it over to me. But that didn't happen.
It's like gravity. It's same everywhere, all over the world. If this human gravitation pull didn't exist, then we humans might not have invented any form of encryption at all. There would be no lock-system in any house ~ why would you need it at all?
If this subtle element did not exist, I could not have devised a business plan like the one I'm proposing here; because it would be ineffective. This is the element that religion capitalizes on. And this is the element that I can also capitalize on. It's universal.
Now, I'm not a saint myself. I've done my own share of sin. But I've realized my mistakes rather quickly, and am willing to do something so that I may strike at the very root of all human sins. I'm also trying to be scientific about it. Perhaps you wouldn't believe it, but I once wanted to initiate a sort of armed revolution when I was 20!
9 years have passed, and I've reached the conclusion that the enemy is not a physical one; but rather a psychical one, a spiritual one. And also, it has been my realization that the enemy is not an individual, or a group; but the enemy is a collective spirit, something that kind of like a ghost, seizes a host and them dominates them.
Maybe my posts sound funny, but this ghostly element has the power to create life and death situations sometimes.
Or, if we can reverse its track, make this world Shangri-la!
I was trying to untangle two gold chains which were tangled together. From experience I know a single gold chain can be untangled if you stick to it long enough. You're not quite sure how or why but suddenly the chain is no longer tangled! So, I was sure I could untangle two chains tangled together in the same way ...
No. I could not. I WASTED a whole hour.
Finally, I cut off my attention from this compulsive mode. I had to force myself to admit defeat and force myself to realize I could not untangle the chains. Its the same with people. They come with their own chains and must untangle them themselves. One chain at a time. How can you help them untangle their chains?
by untangling your own gold chain
and by being an untangled chain
to give them hope.
~ thats my Sunday Sermon.
There's a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore.
My personal life has been a bit painful. My childhood wasn't very sweet either. But I've always had some connection with the mysterious, it seems. If I hadn't had found and formed a spiritual connection with the Divine, I might have committed suicide by now. Only those who have the heart of black stone should be born in this country. They say 1 billion people live here: it's a lie. In my estimation, the US (where you live) have a lot more people, numerically speaking. What's special here is that there are four cities in this country where an abnormally large number of people congregate to find some sort of subhuman existence. Try to search the keyword 'Kolkata' in YouTube and you might have some idea if you're interested in finding some reality about this side of the world.
There are so many naturally beautiful places so close to them, but these holes would never go there. I never found out why.
Frankly speaking, there is no life in this country. When I was a kid, it was much nicer. But when I crossed 18 and was getting serious about my future, I felt that somebody had hit me with a baseball bat on the back of my head. There is no work in this country! Well, there are, but you will have to get a government certified degree from some life-sucking place as you spend the lovely teenage-days in there with some absurd a**holes who has come from equally a**hole families. And, even then, there is no guarantee that you'll get a job. You'll have to pass examinations that are specifically designed to keep you out of that job.
There was a time when I used to think that the youngsters of my age in Europe and America are so fortunate. Then I regularly bumped into people from other cultures here. I once met a British youngster, he was also born in 1987, was also a bit handsome as me, and we were immediate friends. He had much tragic experiences. His mother used to teach English in a school in Darjeeling. When we met, we were both in Siliguri. He never received love from either of his parents. Maybe that's why he made a Nepali girlfriend in Siliguri. We never met again. His name was Fabien.
I also met two Norwegians years ago, when I was a kid. I never told anyone what a wonderful experience that was. Suddenly, the lake and the sunset, and all the Indian people in that scene slid away, as if they were insubstantial, and I could see an entirely new environment, as it were, through my forehead. People who are much taller than Indians normally are, and having a life that has no connection with this life that I was in.
Also, the celestial bodies, the stars, a comet I saw when I was a kid, meteors etc, had some sort of peculiar attraction and fascination for me. They still have. I sensed no indirect spacial distance between my position on this Earth, and their existence in this absolute emptiness that they call space. I also loved animals and never ate meat. I was criticized but I continued to live the life of a vegetarian. I could not tolerate the idea of an animal getting killed and I'm eating its body. In India, the meat-sellers cut-open the goat's body and have it hung on open-display so the customers may see it, all the parts, the head cut off. Whenever I see that spectacle I feel like chopping their own heads off (I'm joking!). But I now know that in China, people are more cruel to animals than what I've described here.
So, you see, my search for spirituality didn't originate out of some fantastic notions of an intellectual excitement of a sophomore. I've dealt with real pain and real tragedy. I'm 29 but I'm really not 29. I can pick up a decent fight with a 40, 50 or 60 years old robust b*st*rd if I really want to. I have no limit, except a few. I can't close out the national constitution. That's for sure. But I can take it to the point where it might become a serious discussion whether we need to change it or not. Etc. But it has been my intuition and also realization that politics is not the way for me. I must make my own way about these things.
I didn't want to say all this. But I don't want to make you think that I'm a hoaxer or anything like that. I'm genuine. Yes this is internet but before that we're human beings. And this world isn't a very nice place. But I think we can make it better.
Things might not be exactly as bad as I've depicted them to be. Every depiction gets colored by personal delusions and prejudices and etc. So, here's some good news from Mr. Obama!
The White House
Office of the Press Secretary
For Immediate Release January 27, 2015 Remarks by President Obama in Address to the People of India
Siri Fort Auditorium
New Delhi, India
11:02 A.M. IST
https://www.whitehouse.gov/the-press-of … ople-india
11:36 A.M. IST
Air Force One
Capable of refueling midair, Air Force One has unlimited range and can carry the President wherever he needs to travel. The onboard electronics are hardened to protect against an electromagnetic pulse, and Air Force One is equipped with advanced secure communications equipment, allowing the aircraft to function as a mobile command center in the event of an attack on the United States.
Inside, the President and his travel companions enjoy 4,000 square feet of floor space on three levels, including an extensive suite for the President that features a large office, lavatory, and conference room. Air Force One includes a medical suite that can function as an operating room, and a doctor is permanently on board. The plane’s two food preparation galleys can feed 100 people at a time.
How would you like to be the father of a nation? As he mentioned, he has lost much youth and he now has gray hair. I have heard we need to be praying for Obama because he is the one keeping us safe and sound, holding the balance as far as goodness. He is not evil. I really don't think so.
You don't call Jesus Christ the father of a nation, do you? Jesus Christ is perceived to be the father of the world, or the universe, etc. So when we must dream the impossible ~ perhaps it is always a wise choice to challenge the highest standards in the game.
I forgot to mention that the above passage is provided by the whitehouse.gov under a creative commons 3 license.
Here's the link: https://www.whitehouse.gov/copyright
That speech was given a year ago. It was an apparently perfectly fine speech. He said many beautiful things with words from Gandhi: We are all flowers from the same garden and branches of the same tree." He made a great bridge between our countries pointing out the importance of American and Indian exchange students, the potential for us to learn from each other and benefit from our strengths, such as industriousness, the cooperation between faiths and cultures, valuing human dignity, equality and freedom. He said we are all God's children no matter what religion and that we should be able to practice whatever religion we choose ... or not.
But then he he spoke of climate change, the need for clean energy and the need to protect the planet vs "The aim of our work is so everyone can have a chance." I do not think he is against America as some declare and fear. I think he has always been powerfully idealistic in wanting to positively affect the conditions behind poverty and inequality in this country.
But in that idealism, unfortunately, some basic truths and practical realities are trampled on … through the indoctrinations of those before him who basically set him on a path toward hell with their good intentions.
For instance, I just heard today 3/21/16: more businesses have folded than have started for the first time in this nation's history.
And then there are those who take advantage of this type of idealistic indoctrination and use it to attain their own greedy goals. (The Globalists/ global warming.)
… well, thats my way of seeing it. Thanks for the prompt.
I think this thread would remain incomplete if I don't mention a certain incident that once happened in my life. The incident that I'm going to mention doesn't have much significance—in the sense that an action movie might have a significance—but I think I must mention that incident because it adds one more piece to solve this jigsaw puzzle.
Now, I've obviously given a rather negative and fatalistic impression of the country India. But it's also a fact that if one can set the a**holes aside, and become really interested to try to understand this society: they will come upon a cultured class who have been living here for generations and display a culture which is incredibly rich in taste, and collective significance as a manifestation of full-fledged humanity. I have been fortunate enough to experience it from the day one. And I can not be so hypocrite to deny that there is a certain light in this part of the world.
You may not get to witness it if you just come here as tourists. Because then you would be renting a hotel room and be engulfed and bombarded by the a**hole elements of this culture. But if you had ever rented a house for a month, or stayed in the house of a relative ~ then, you would face the real India, so to speak. Then you would witness neighbors who are living in their own homes and have deep roots in collective life. I think this rule applies everywhere: we don't really get to know a country from hotel rooms. This is more apparent here in India.
Anyway, here is the incident.
It happened inside a library. The time was about 05:25 pm of the evening. The year was, if I recall it correctly, 2004. The weather was nice, probably a day of late April. There used to come a professor to teach us spoken English in that library. It was a group of about 20 students, most of whom were older than me. They were there mainly because proficiency in spoken English is counted as a good feature for a job seeker in the Indian job-market.
The professor was a rather short heighted fellow, and also a bit fat. His skin was light brown and he looked and spoke as if he was some sort of a very distant cousin of Bill Gates. I'm not joking!
Anyway, he would engage us to speak on any issue that we were collectively interested in: cricket matches for example, or the private life of an Indian movie star, etc. These are big issues in India. The reason for all this was that we believed that speaking English with others to discuss subjects and issues that interest us, in realtime mode, would help us overcome our unease and hesitation for the language.
That day, during the conversation, I reached a point where I said something like this "When we were children, we used to do bad things. When I was a kid I remember, and have no shame to admit, that I used to steal biscuits from jars. I also used to steal pickles and other such food items. I also have happened to have stolen tiny amounts of money from both my parents ~ but it was just to buy food items or a comics book that I was very eager to read: that kind of stuff.
But now, I have experienced moments and occasions of saying or doing something that I know that they are really bad.
Truth is a lovely thing; I myself have experienced that, it's like a flower. Don't you think that we are losing our loveliness?"
The professor was alarmed. He said "But aren't we animals?"
He won the conversation.
Months later, I had another game of chess with the professor: He drew a straight line on a blank page on a notebook; and looked at me and asked: "Is this line straight?"
Well, I immediately sensed what he was implying. The line was not straight. Under a microscope, that line would not appear to be straight.
He had almost won the game; but I continued: "But there must be something, some set of principles, something—something that is not relative; something that is universal and that every human being can agree upon."
He refused to comply. His argument was that no such set of universal principles exist, and even if it is possible to formulate anything like that, it would be a colossal challenge to work on those principles and make something out of them to effect real, practical life.
And he concluded by saying: "Do you think you're going to have anything out of these 'intellectual' discussions that you're having with me? The most important factor in this life is money. If you don't have money, sir, you'll be as good in this world as a wretched dog".
Here is some adept reference in this movie regarding how Bengali (Indian) society 'really' looks like. I personally don't endorse or recommend the movie, I have placed it here mainly because it provides good visual reference about this part of the world. It's a 1966 movie and a lot has changed around here. But it's still relevant.
it's 11:25 pm of night here. I can not continue. BFN. Will be here soon. Take care.
I suppose everything is relative to will.
Once upon a time, in the midst of a busy noisy city full of skyscrapers of opportunity, hovels of intrigue, high-rises of happiness and prisons of despair, there was a beautiful and magical park. It was the one place you could find utter relief from it all. If you entered the park you could stay for as long as you wanted. At first, everything was so peaceful, calm and beautiful you would sigh many breaths of relief.
Colorful birds flew about, sometimes landing on your shoulders or head; some talked saying beautiful phrases such as, "I love You!" Some squirrels came right up to you to swirl about your legs and feet and make you laugh with their adorable antics. Some tigers nearby purred so loudly, your heart would feel like bursting. Hyenas were laughing in the distance causing you to laugh along, and if you stayed long enough, these sights and sounds would begin to fade away into a strange mist. The mist would eventually become a warm glow and then a brightness like the sun. The warmth was comforting beyond all the sights and sounds of the park when you first entered, but that's when you run out of the park, back to the city you know.
Few wanted the brightness, the comfort and the peace found in the park. No. Few stayed in the park, although they could have ...
if they so chose!
I would love to place this clip here. I think it might add some additional color to this conversation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eP0O1BKu3zk
"The quasi-biographical film examines the life and legacy of Charles Foster Kane, played by Welles, a character based in part upon the American newspaper magnate William Randolph Hearst, Chicago tycoons Samuel Insull and Harold McCormick, and aspects of Welles's own life. Upon its release, Hearst prohibited mention of the film in any of his newspapers. Kane's career in the publishing world is born of idealistic social service, but gradually evolves into a ruthless pursuit of power. Narrated principally through flashbacks, the story is told through the research of a newsreel reporter seeking to solve the mystery of the newspaper magnate's dying word: "Rosebud". " W
Here is a little weird (but also interesting) function that took place in Vancouver in 2009. It's relevant to the content of this thread!
Vancouver Peace Summit 2009
Thank You. They put some great thoughts out there. The one I have been realizing, but almost afraid to vocalize on any level is the one the Dalai Lama brought forth so simply and matter-of-factly: The importance of a mother's affection. In this way, he said, females have an important role… perhaps the MOST important in terms of inner and outer (world) peace! !
A Bengali kid doesn't call mother mommy or mummy. They say Maa!
Looks like Big Brother is getting angry with me, business as usual. I might get banned soon. Anyway, it has been an overall inspiring experience. Thank you, KLH.
I'm still 29 and I might finally open up the LLC business one of these days. Or something else. I'm basically a visual artist (artistic painter) and I might multiply that with some of these stuff. Anyway, all is well.
I have figured out that it has been more beneficial for me when I've picked up a decent fight with the big brother, than when I've simply blindly followed their rules and regulations. :-)
Looks like big brother has cooled down. :-D We might finally be on our way to establish a lasting friendship.
I was thinking a while ago: Why do I waste my time on this internet trying to figure out my life at all? What's the overall benefit that I get out of it? I simply deface other people's consciousness with my stool and sputum; the negative aspects of my life. But I figured out that it's because of a thirst for understanding.
Now, I happen to have an analytical mind. But this mind, that does intellectual calculations, is only a portal of the totality that we call consciousness. There are other portals as well. Consciousness, that is we, has much deeper roots. We use the mind, so to speak, to help us make distinctions and relations, and interconnections to guide us through practical purposes. Now, I'm obviously speaking as if Mind is a little person who lives inside me, and whenever I give them a command to solve a mathematical problem, they solve it for me. That's not how it happens at all. The mind is not separate from us. And It isn't a separate entity either. It's simply an extended portal of our consciousness.
The problem is that we do not have much control over this mind-portal that we carry within us. That is why being with an animal is so healing. A panda bear has no mind. A tiger has no mind. Well they do have one, but their mind-portal only gets activated when they are about to hunt; or when they are searching for food, etc. Otherwise, they have no mind, so to speak. What they have is purely themselves. That's why they are so raw, so genuine, and so lovely. If anyone ever wants to know what God feels like, I would tell them to spend a day with a panda bear, or with a tiger. God, in essence, is no different than them.
The mind is, first of all, vulnerable. It mainly does calculations. For example, the mind may calculate for you that if you had 5 billion dollars (which is an impossible sum) in your bank account, you would be that much happier. That's a very valid calculation that the mind has made. The mind has observed the reality of the world since it was born into this world, and it has correlated the absence of money with wretchedness, and it has correlated the existence of money with external richness and happiness. And it has thus calculated that having a lot of money equals to a lot of happiness. And the mind has further retested this hypothesis by reading books, watching cinemas, listening to popular gossips, etc. Now, the problem here is that it's not only the mind-portal which has been convinced—but YOU have also been convinced of a ridiculous and inadvisable idea.
As we are born in this world, we are constantly losing ourselves. We are born to parents whom we didn't know beforehand, and now they have sort of absolute authority over us. The mind-portal can not get infected itself. Here I disagree with Eckhart Tolle and others. WE must get infected first. If you don't infect me first, that is, my inner core—you can not infect my mind. All your techniques of deception would fall short and you would not be able to dominate me.
I have an elder brother who is 3 years older than me. We have not spoken with each other for more than a decade now. It started because our parents didn't notice, or cared about, the power-dynamics that continued in-between us when we were kids. I didn't like his immoral domination policies and techniques that he used to subdue me. And he didn't like my raw consciousness. And it reached such a point that we mutually agreed not to interact with each other as long as we exist. It was a better option than to get involved in violent rows. It seems to me that all the rebelliousness that I've been carrying inside me, have ultimately originated out of this vicious relationship that I had to go through when I was young. I had no option then.
All these fantastic notions that I carry within me ~ of a spiritual revolution, the notion of defeating evil from the world~ are utterly relative. What has really happened is that I have identified my own past suffering and its remnant, with my perception of the sufferings of other sentient beings in the world. But it's just a perception. They are not suffering. What I perceive to be someone's suffering might simply be the performance of a great actor who is acting in the stage of real life. Yes, animals truly suffer. Especially the animals that we consume as meat. But a goat only dies once, and that too happens in the speed of a lightning. The razor sharp blade dissects the throat in milliseconds. But it seems to continue in my consciousness repeatedly, endlessly; as if I'm to experience their pain again and again in a dreamlike state.
This dreamlike state is depicted in Hindu philosophies as maya (ie. the veil of illusion). Orson Welles depicted it in his cinema, Citizen Kane, as the dark (empty) space of various sized jars and vases. Once a consciousness gets trapped inside that darkness; or more precisely speaking—becomes that confined darkness: it gets detached from the grandness of life. It becomes subject to temporal illusions. But life is eternally now. And that's the joy of it.
The Niagara Falls in equally bursting in with spontaneity in Canada and America at this very moment. It does not give me a damn about what I'm writing and typing here on this computer set 12, 200 km away. The Niagara Falls was bursting in with equal spontaneity when Rome was being destroyed, or when 'ancient' Greece was forming. It didn't give a damn when the Egyptian culture deceased, or when Hitler was visiting the Eiffel Tower after Nazi Germany had seized France. And, perhaps, the Niagara Falls didn't give a damn when Jesus died. The Niagara Falls did exist even at that moment, didn't it?
Just so, the Pacific Ocean is equally alive and in the NOW every moment. We may enter the jars of our illusions and get entrapped and encapsulated by temporal reality; but the world itself is always brimming and overflowing with joy and sunshine. Even our conception of an international Date Line, is ultimately a maya. Even our conception of night, is also ultimately a maya. There is no night. Half the world is always in sunshine. Half the world is always in summer. It's a recipe of heart-fulfilling ecstasy.
It might be argued that we don't have enough money to enjoy this heart-fulfilling ecstatic reality of the world, and therefore it's something fantastic and should not be taken seriously. How can I deny it? If I really had enough money I would be touring the world, instead of sitting on this chair and writing down my intuitions on a computer screen so that some unknown strangers might read it over the internet.
But the point still remains that this ecstatic reality of the world is a part of continual reality. Right at this moment a helicopter is flying towards the Grand Canyon—and if not—then one such helicopter must be waiting for take off, because these helicopter trips continue throughout 24 hours. I can privately charter one such helicopter, if I have enough cash, and have a tour of the Grand Canyon and return to Las Vegas by evening. It's just one example. There are more than 196 countries in the world and everywhere there is, so to speak, a lotus bud waiting to flower. It's a fact that we can not readily access them, but it's also a fact that all these buds are parts of the continual reality.
Suppose, you know that in the room next to your room, there is a 1 kg gold bar. The room is locked. It might take you years to break the code of the lock to enter the room. But that's a completely different situation compared to the situation when there is no gold bar inside that room at all. That's the essence of what I mean by the words: continual reality. It exists. It's not fake. And though we may not readily access it, someday we might. And we are free to plan and dream!
This is also the essence of that which some people term as kundalini awakening. And this is also the first step towards opening the third eye.
Here's a poem that I wrote years ago. I think I wrote it 4 years ago. I'm only quoting the part of the poem that is relevant here. The original poem is longer.
Color of This Cosmos
, this sea
Surging with happiness, the painter
Who suddenly found his brush
That discover the cracks, upon a painting
Of this cosmos - whose color
This crow brings you everyday.
What the poem implied was that WE are comparable to color that was used to paint this cosmos: the cosmos is like a beautiful painting, nature is like a beautiful painting. And the color that was used to create this painting: is God's consciousness. And we are also consciousness. And we are like raw liquid color that may create many other such beautiful paintings in the canvas of life.
I would like to see more of your poem! >>> this is a poetry thread after all!
Well, the entirety of the poem is not so well, and contains a number of jackass-elements (I had told you earlier in this thread that most poets are jackasses). But because you have requested, I would have it here.
Color of This Cosmos
I have a crow that comes
To me upon every morning; death, he
Doesn't still awake from its bonding
From this world, like erotic love
And the thoughts that make me ashamed,
In daylight? In the night
When no one is watching you?
Who are you that once came from a grandness
Of the spirit that now runs through
Is it so shallow
That it searches not anything more than the love
For a blind soul, which tells you to love
Its soul-disturbs and be a companion?
Where did this zeal make you arrive
Before past this hills, the stormy weather
Of star-turmoils recovered, this sea
Surging with happiness, the painter
Who suddenly found his brush
That discover the cracks, upon a painting
Of this cosmos - whose color
This crow brings you everyday.
I once told you about a 60 years old Muslim scholar that I once had made friendship with. I did so because I was very curious as to what they had to say. Hindu kids are not encouraged by their families to mix with Muslims. But I thought I need to check them out. For 26 years of my life I didn't have any idea of Islam. Then, when I really heard this old Muslim scholar speak about his religion, it almost melted my heart. How beautifully he spoke! I felt as if I was hearing his words as white flowers were raining beside us.
"God has sent us here", he said, "for a test. God has created this world with His own hands and thus, everywhere, in everything, shines His beauty. Look at the fishes in the deep ocean, observe their colors, their wonderful patterns. Looks at the animals of the forests: lions, giraffes, elephants; all of them are works of art. Look at the sky, from sunrise to sunset, and how beautiful are its changing colors. Look at the changing seasons, look how many types of flowers are there, how many types of fruits are there. They all bear the mark of this one creator. God made all these beautiful things to test us. We are here without the physical presence of God. But we are to find Him out through the marks that He has left on all these things. This is our test."
One day, as we were having another conversation, a very old, Muslim person was listening to us. I had asked the scholar something like this: "There are so many problems in this society (and in the world in general), isn't there anything written in Islam as how to solve these practical issues and problems of real life? Is Islam all about dealing with theoretical problems?" The scholar answered: "All (most) of these problems are created by people themselves. God is not responsible for these problems. People themselves are responsible for the wretchedness that we witness in society".
Now, this 80 or something years old Muslim person, who was there with one of his grandsons, got engaged in the conversation. He found it so interesting that he couldn't help it. The question had struck some of his strings. One of his sons, though highly 'educated', had been unemployed for a long time now. And it had been giving him much pain since. He can't do anything about it because, as I had mentioned earlier in this thread, there is no work in this country unless you strictly follow the education that the government provides you, and pass through their job-exams that are designed to keep you out of that very job. And there was no instruction in Islam regarding how to deal with this problem. And he concluded by saying to me: "It's mainly our fate (or luck) which decides these matters. But I liked what you were conveying. Test your religion before you get involved in it. Test your religion.
When I shall die; they will bury my body. But what will happen to the soul?"
Months later, on 25th of December, on the day of Jesus Christ's birthday, I visited a small church in this city. The overall atmosphere was very different from that of a mosque. If I may compare a mosque to Chinese noodles, then this church was like German cakes!
Then the pastor began speaking: "When we shall die, we shall be buried. But it's about the soul that lives here in this world, that it's all about. This is where we need to center our concerns. We must do good works. . ."
My comment to this:
Good karma through doing good works contributes to heaven within.
PS I do not think God sent us here as a test. We got stuck here because we liked it so much.
God didn't mean for us to stay so darn long … by that I mean, return so darn often. Life-time, after life-time, after ... We surely don't have to! We can perceive that which would be more enjoyable: consciousness beyond the brain depends on holding our awareness in a (conscious) state of Reality.
PSS Mind is a tool for the soul. What a great gift it is when we own it and it does not own us.
Another interesting clip: Beyond Religion: Ethics for the Whole World
The modern English word is from Middle English moder, from Old English mōdor, from Proto-Germanic *mōdēr (cf. East Frisian muur, Dutch moeder, German Mutter), from Proto-Indo-European *méh₂tēr (cf. Irish máthair, Tocharian A mācar, B mācer, Lithuanian mótė). Other cognates include Latin māter, Greek μήτηρ, Common Slavic *mati (thence Russian мать (mat’)), Persian مادر (madar), and Sanskrit मातृ (mātṛ).
You know, love is not a big deal. It is caring and being attentive to a child's needs. It is accepting and it is observing and knowing what the child's needs are. It does not need to be overly demonstrative. It is vigilant and concerned. It is proactive and protective. It is serious. It is subtle. It does not need to be over-done. Love is a given and it occurs in the general practice of giving of care. It is the setting of appropriate common sense boundaries and it is not being negligent in setting them. It is knowing how to set boundaries without being needlessly restrictive. Love gives appropriate freedom and space. Love is respect. It is empathy. You remember your days as a child!
Did we have any say regarding our birth order? Who decided where we are going to be born, in which family, in which location, whether we would have any younger or older siblings; whether we would be a man or a woman, etc.
If all these are decided by God ~ what is it that God bases these decisions on? And can we override our free-will over God's free-will, and make these decisions for ourselves even before we are born at all? These are some fascinating questions, and I would like to search their answers. These are some missing pieces in the collective puzzle.
… whats the best thing for a mother? her husband! ( Is this politically incorrect? I hope not.)
That's more true in places like India. Women in America are employed. Well, you get housewives in America as well, but the general vibe speaks towards the employment of women. While most Indian women are housewives. And their parents are always more than happy to get them married away before they (the girl) turn to be 25 years old, etc.
PS The test the professor described, of seeing the essence of spirit in the beauty of nature, can be seen as an opportunity: To comprehend that nature manifests as Reality.
I agree with what you say about preserving the "inner core." One's connection to his inner core or self will help to prevent him from being overly influenced by others. This is what we are protecting in early childhood and all the days of a child's life: The child's connection to his inner core, as you explained it perfectly.
According to D. L Link:
Optimism really is the ticket to hope. See the greater perspective and comprehend we are one.
There is the basis for hope.
There is the basis for friendship.
Feelings and heart:
There is the basis for unity.
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