Created February 28, 2012 at 4:06pm
PORTRAY OF FACEBOOK
I m known for being Pro -Palestinians, Pro-Peace and Pro everything that people think is good for the majority of the world.
My posts are familiar in the international community of activists. I Share poetry, Palestinian News, and news that affect us all from around the world.
I use the internet as a tool, to search, research, and share what I discover, what I think is important to share, and also what I find interesting for all to know, of course all according to me.
I do not consider myself to be a writer, I m not journalist, and I did not attend the university to be a Professional Political writer or anything similar.
My studies are in the sciences, I m Register Nurse, Administrative Manager Medical Office graduate, Computer Programer, Internet Publisher, Web Site Designer, Civil Engineer(Non Graduated), Medical transcriptionists, Networking Specialist, as you see nothing to do with English and Literature so everything that I write is from a regular citizen that sees the world with analytical eyes, and I write about it. I love to research old documents, and antiques books and compile my own articles. You can call me a news recycler.
The internet is a magnificent way to distribute the events that occur in the world without editing the content or photoshopping the images, to share our ideas, and the ideas of others, but its also the best propaganda weapon, used by the elite and the governments, understanding by propaganda: Paid News that benefit the corporate world and the governments around the world that were imposed on their people. I want to share a little experiment with all my facebook friends.
I’m writing this note to leave evidence. We know that facebook is like a big family’s workplace, we know each other: by our posts, status and comments. In addition we are judged by our content in facebook. Our personality is liked or unliked by our taste on the postings, or the type of friends we are surrounded by.
Many friends in facebook do not post their real pictures, some, because their religion, or their culture, and some, because they enjoy the anonymous presence that this gives them in facebook.
I know of friends that are in love with the faces they see in facebook, whose faces are models, actresses, singers or other not real characters they have created, where they live in a virtual fantasy life around these ‘faces’.
There are friends that ‘befriend’, because they can some how use you. Very common, if you are from the US, you will have many admires that want to have a romance with you, ‘ultimate goal’ ‘green card’, not all of them, but lots of them.
Some have even gone far enough to create a profile of the opposite sex pretending to be woman or man, and they had developed friendships, that look real, but they are leaving in a fake reality. Some had done it for curiosity, others to infiltrate circles of friends that other wise would not be available to them.
Facebook is the perfect place to develop friendships and even to created more than friendships, some have fallen in love, and some have even got married with their facebook friends, others had woken up to a sad reality, where their “friends” were already married, too old or too young, or just trolls.
Facebook platform has been used to lure us into believing in ideas that are not ours, some ‘friends’ are using facebook to distribute their radical ideas, their agenda, their government agendas, ..but we do not know that..we are part of their network and we are believed to be part of that agenda, these friends are so careful to first become your ‘great’ friend, at the beggining she/he will be sharing with you only spiritual messages, or beautiful pictures, only after you become ‘their’ friend and feel that safely can share his/her material in your wall he do with the conscience that you will defend his/her ideas no matter what.
Some common occurrence in facebook is the gossip-like environment that is embraced for some, they follow the mounting evidence created out of gossip, comments made, pictures posted and web sites that have not been corroborated, web pages built only to “Prove Things”, I myself know people that create web sites only to confuse and to distribute the opposite idea of what is being said. Debunking.
In facebook we share happy faces, we give love, we make friends, but also we make heroes, we destroy characters, we destroy people lives with the easiness of a few strokes of the keyboard and we make free enemies, and great friends as well.
Some ‘friends’ become so close to us that they communicate with us outside of facebook, they really become closed friends in facebook they share their personal pictures, news and others things, but they do not show us at the beginning their political affiliations, or their ultimate goal, they dragged ‘us’ to their facebook environment, and others judge us for that friendship.
Your friend’s political ideas are stamped on you, because you are friend with that person.
Some even get to develop friendship jealously and some have tried to imposed their will on some of us, very common to spread the if “you are his/her friend can’t be in his/her list”…
Very often your friends want to put you in between the wall and the sword, telling things like this:
Every pro Palestine supporter should immediately take her off their friends list,by being friends with her they are directly supporting her.
Delete him/her, Otherwise, you are giving her tacit support.
That is absolutely not true, we can share opinions and agree in some topics and disagree in others. I have the experience. I have been bashed, insulted, and slandered for the people that insist on being the only right about topics. People,that sees the world black and white, like Bush, “if you are not with me, you are against me,” cheap rhetoric, but powerful enough to make you lose friendships over ideas.
I completely disregard their claims, and I keep as my friends who I want, and delete who I don’t. I do not care, if we differ in opinions, it is natural to be different.
Facebook is our reunion room, after dinner-coffee-table. We come here to share, comment, learn, teach, to gossip, to create division, some have change their ideology and religion over facebook and become activists themselves. I have witnessed the transition of dozen friends.
I m very happy for that, I have tried myself to nurture some minds, and I have become their friends trying to help them to become humans again, that is the case of dozen of friends of mine that are for choice or no choice soldiers in armies, some success stories other not, but something for sure they did not make me believe in their ideas, even if their reasons are valid.
Any way that is the idea, that’s how I see facebook, and from now on February 28, 2012 I will paint another face of myself, and I hope that I m wrong, but I m almost sure that I will lose my dear friends over facebook experiment New Face. I m also with this experiment to test my friendship with my brothers and sisters that have bonded with me..if real friendship exist will prevail.
Posted on January 19, 2012 by Marivel Guzman
The Holographic Universe Does Objective Reality Exist? by Michael Talbot 3-12-2006 .
In 1982, a remarkable event took place. At the University of Paris, a research team led by physicist Alain Aspect performed what may turn out to be one of the most important experiments of the 20th Century. You did not hear about it on the evening news. In fact, unless you are in the habit of reading scientific journals, you probably have never even heard Aspect’s name though there are some who believe his discovery may change the face of Science. Aspect and his team discovered that under certain circumstances subatomic particles such as electrons are able to instantaneously communicate with each other regardless of the distance separating them. It doesn’t matter whether they are 10 feet or 10 billion miles apart. Somehow, each particle always seems to know what the other is doing. The problem with this feat is that it violates Einstein’s long-held tenet that no communication can travel faster than the speed-of-light. Since traveling faster than the speed -of-light is tantamount to breaking the time barrier, this daunting prospect has caused some physicists to try to come up with elaborate ways to explain away Aspect’s findings. But it has inspired others to offer even more radical explanations. University of London physicist David Bohm, for example, believes Aspect’s findings imply that objective reality does not exist. That despite its apparent solidity, the Universe is at heart a phantasm — a gigantic and splendidly detailed hologram. To understand why Bohm makes this startling assertion, one must first understand a little about holograms. A hologram is a 3-dimensional photograph made with the aid of a laser. To make a hologram, the object to be photographed is first bathed in the light of a laser beam. Then a second laser beam is bounced off the reflected light of the first and the resulting interference pattern (the area where the 2 laser beams commingle) is captured on film. When the film is developed, it looks like a meaningless swirl of light and dark lines. But as soon as the developed film is illuminated by another laser beam, a 3-dimensional image of the original object appears. The 3-dimensionality of such images is not the only remarkable characteristic of holograms. If a hologram of a rose is cut in half and then illuminated by a laser, each half will still be found to contain the entire image of the rose.
Indeed, even if the halves are divided again, each snippet of film will always be found to contain a smaller-but-intact version of the original image. Unlike normal photographs, every part of a hologram contains all the information possessed by the whole. The “whole in every part” nature of a hologram provides us with an entirely new way of understanding organization and order. For most of its history, Western science has labored under the bias that the best way to understand a physical phenomenon — whether a frog or an atom — is to dissect it and study its respective parts. A hologram teaches us that some things in the Universe may not lend themselves to this approach. If we try to take apart something constructed holographically, we will not get the pieces of which it is made. We will only get smaller wholes. This insight suggested to Bohm another way of understanding Aspect’s discovery. Bohm believes the reason subatomic particles are able to remain in contact with one another regardless of the distance separating them is not because they are sending some sort of mysterious signal back-and-forth, but because their separateness is an illusion. He argues that at some deeper level of reality such particles are not individual entities, but are actually extensions of the same fundamental something. To enable people to better visualize what he means, Bohm offers the following illustration. Imagine an aquarium containing a fish. Imagine also that you are unable to see the aquarium directly. Your knowledge about it and what it contains comes from 2 television cameras — one directed at the aquarium’s front and the other directed at its side. As you stare at the 2 television monitors, you might assume that the fish on each of the screens are separate entities. After all, because the cameras are set at different angles, each of the images will be slightly different. But as you continue to watch the 2 fish, you will eventually become aware that there is a certain relationship between them. When one turns, the other also makes a slightly different but corresponding turn. When one faces the front, the other always faces toward the side. If you remain unaware of the full scope of the situation, you might even conclude that the fish must be instantaneously communicating with one another. But this is clearly not the case. This, says Bohm, is precisely what is going on between the subatomic particles in Aspect’s experiment. According to Bohm, the apparent faster-than-light connection between subatomic particles is really telling us that there is a deeper level of reality we are not privy to — a more complex dimension beyond our own that is analogous to the aquarium. And, he adds, we view objects such as subatomic particles as separate from one another because we are seeing only a portion of their reality. Such particles are not separate “parts”, but facets of a deeper and more underlying unity that is ultimately as holographic and indivisible as the previously mentioned rose. And since everything in physical reality is comprised of these “eidolons”, the Universe is itself a projection — a hologram. In addition to its phantom-like nature, such a Universe would possess other rather startling features. If the apparent separateness of subatomic particles is illusory, it means that at a deeper level of reality all things in the Universe are infinitely interconnected.
The electrons in a carbon atom in the human brain are connected to the subatomic particles that comprise every salmon that swims, every heart that beats, and every star that shimmers in the sky. Everything interpenetrates everything. And although human nature may seek to categorize, pigeonhole, and subdivide the various phenomena of the Universe, all apportionments are of necessity artificial. And all of Nature is ultimately a seamless web. In a holographic universe, even time and space could no longer be viewed as fundamentals. Because concepts such as location break down in a universe in which nothing is truly separate from anything else, time and 3-dimensional space — like the images of the fish on the TV monitors — would also have to be viewed as projections of this deeper order. At its deeper level reality is a sort of super-hologram in which the Past, Present, and Future all exist simultaneously. This suggests that given the proper tools it might even be possible to someday reach into the super-holographic level of reality and pluck out scenes from the long-forgotten Past. What else the super-hologram contains is an open-ended question. Allowing — for the sake of argument — that the super-hologram is the matrix that has given birth to everything in our Universe, at the very least it contains every subatomic particle that has been or will be — every configuration of matter and energy that is possible from snowflakes to quasars to blue whales to gamma rays. It must be seen as a sort of cosmic storehouse of “All That Is”, Although Bohm concedes that we have no way of knowing what else might lie hidden in the super-hologram, he does venture to say that we have no reason to assume it does not contain more. Or as he puts it, perhaps the super-holographic level of reality is a “mere stage” beyond which lies “an infinity of further development”. Bohm is not the only researcher who has found evidence that the universe is a hologram. Working independently in the field of brain research, Stanford neurophysiologist Karl Pribram has also become persuaded of the holographic nature of reality. Pribram was drawn to the holographic model by the puzzle of how and where memories are stored in the brain. For decades, numerous studies have shown that rather than being confined to a specific location, memories are dispersed throughout the brain. In a series of landmark experiments in the 1920s, brain scientist Karl Lashley found that no matter what portion of a rat’s brain he removed, he was unable to eradicate its memory of how to perform complex tasks that it had learned prior to surgery. The only problem was that no one was able to come up with a mechanism that might explain this curious “whole in every part” nature of memory storage. Then in the 1960s, Pribram encountered the concept of holography and realized that he had found the explanation brain scientists had been looking for. Pribram believes memories are encoded not in neurons or small groupings of neurons, but in patterns of nerve impulses that crisscross the entire brain in the same way that patterns of laser light interference crisscross the entire area of a piece of film containing a holographic image. In other words, Pribram believes the brain itself is a hologram. Pribram’s theory also explains how the human brain can store so many memories in so little space. It has been estimated that the human brain has the capacity to memorize something on the order of 10 billion bits of information during the average human lifetime (or roughly the same amount of information contained in 5 sets of the Encyclopaedia Britannica).
Similarly, it has been discovered that in addition to their other capabilities, holograms possess an astounding capacity for information storage. Simply by changing the angle at which the 2 lasers strike a piece of photographic film, it is possible to record many different images on the same surface. It has been demonstrated that 1 cubic centimeter of film can hold as many as 10 billion bits of information. Our uncanny ability to quickly retrieve whatever information we need from the enormous store of our memories becomes more understandable if the brain functions according to holographic principles. If a friend asks you to tell him what comes to mind when he says the word “zebra”, you do not have to clumsily sort back through some gigantic and cerebral alphabetic file to arrive at an answer. Instead, associations like “striped”, “horse-like”, and “animal native to Africa” all pop into your head instantly. Indeed, one of the most amazing things about the human thinking process is that every piece of information seems instantly cross-correlated with every other piece of information — another feature intrinsic to the hologram. Because every portion of a hologram is infinitely interconnected with ever other portion, it is perhaps Nature’s supreme example of a cross-correlated system. The storage of memory is not the only neurophysiological puzzle that becomes more tractable in light of Pribram’s holographic model of the brain. Another is how the brain is able to translate the avalanche of frequencies it receives via the senses (light frequencies, sound frequencies, and so on) into the concrete world of our perceptions. Encoding and decoding frequencies is precisely what a hologram does best. Just as a hologram functions as a sort of lens — a translating device able to convert an apparently meaningless blur of frequencies into a coherent image — Pribram believes the brain also comprises a lens and uses holographic principles to mathematically convert the frequencies it receives through the senses into the inner world of our perceptions. An impressive body of evidence suggests that the brain uses holographic principles to perform its operations. Pribram’s theory, in fact, has gained increasing support among neurophysiologists. Argentinian-Italian researcher Hugo Zucarelli recently extended the holographic model into the world of acoustic phenomena. Puzzled by the fact that humans can locate the source of sounds without moving their heads (even if they only possess hearing in one ear), Zucarelli discovered that holographic principles can explain this ability. Zucarelli has also developed the technology of holophonic sound — a recording technique able to reproduce acoustic situations with an almost uncanny realism. Pribram’s belief that our brains mathematically construct “hard” reality by relying on input from a frequency domain has also received a good deal of experimental support. It has been found that each of our senses is sensitive to a much broader range of frequencies than was previously suspected. Researchers have discovered, for instance, that our visual systems are sensitive to sound frequencies; that our sense of smell is in part dependent on what are now called “cosmic frequencies”; and that even the cells in our bodies are sensitive to a broad range of frequencies. Such findings suggest that it is only in the holographic domain of consciousness that such frequencies are sorted out and divided up into conventional perceptions.
But the most mind-boggling aspect of Pribram’s holographic model of the brain is what happens when it is put together with Bohm’s theory. For if the concreteness of the World is but a secondary
reality and what is “there” is actually a holographic blur of frequencies — and if the brain is also a hologram and only selects some of the frequencies out of this blur and mathematically transforms them into sensory perceptions — what becomes of objective reality? Put quite simply, it ceases to exist. As the religions of the East have long upheld, the material world is Maya (an illusion). And although we may think we are physical beings moving through a physical World, this too is an illusion. We are really “receivers” floating through a kaleidoscopic sea of frequency. And what we extract from this sea and transmogrify into physical reality is but one channel from many extracted out of the super-hologram. This striking new picture of reality — the synthesis of Bohm and Pribram’s views — has come to be called the holographic paradigm. And although many scientists have greeted it with skepticism, it has galvanized others. A small-but-growing group of researchers believe it may be the most accurate model of reality science has arrived at thus far. More than that, some believe it may solve some mysteries that have never before been explainable by Science and even establish the paranormal as a part of Nature. Numerous researchers — including Bohm and Pribram — have noted that many para-psychological phenomena become much more understandable in terms of the holographic paradigm. In a universe in which individual brains are actually indivisible portions of the greater hologram and everything is infinitely interconnected, telepathy may merely be the accessing of the holographic level. It is obviously much easier to understand how information can travel from the mind of individual ‘A’ to that of individual ‘B’ at a far distance point. And it helps to understand a number of unsolved puzzles in psychology. In particular, Grof feels the holographic paradigm offers a model for understanding many of the baffling phenomena experienced by individuals during altered states of consciousness.
In today’s times, which are rife with emotion and yet emotionally cold, we offer you these unique passages (Desiderata = desirable and vital items) of beautiful and poignant words by “Billy” Eduard Albert Meier, and wish you all that is expressed herein.
Included with our sincere wishes is a request that you photocopy these words of Billy as often as possible and as you deem appropriate. Please mail the text to your family members, relatives, friends, colleagues, acquaintances simply to everyone whose address you may have.
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***********S H A R E ***************S H A R E
Pay heed to freedom, for it is the privilege
and prerogative of every human being and all other life forms.
Pay heed to love, for it is the essence of Creation,
of human beings and of life.
Pay heed to peace, for it is the assurance
of all positive development and unrestricted evolution.
Pay heed to harmony, for therein lies the
equilibrium of every thought, feeling, deed
and everything else.
Do not allow yourself to be rushed by the din, burdens
or bustle of daily living, but remain always composed
under every circumstance life presents.
Seek tranquility, peace, love and freedom –
each is a valuable element of harmony.
Allot some time every day to finding tranquility,
for it affords you respite and time to contemplate.
Practice getting along well with everyone
but do not lose yourself in the process
and always remain within the limits of your ability.
Always respect your fellowmen as fellow human beings,
although they may have dispositions that differ from yours;
indeed, even the worst among them is a creation of Creation,
hence, everyone is just like you – a human being.
State your truths freely, clearly, calmly and candidly,
for only in this manner is an authentic picture created
which defines the true nature of everything.
Allow other people to freely express their opinions,
for they are allotted the same rights as you.
Listen to others, to the bright and intellectual individuals,
and also to the obtuse, the foolish and those who lack learning,
for they, too, have opinions and statements to offer.
But distance yourself from aggressive, boisterous and
obstinate individuals so as not to become embroiled
in their pointless disputes,
for such people insult one’s consciousness,
humaneness and refinement;
and yet, at the same time, forget not
that they too are beings of Creation, whom you,
as a fellow human being, must show appropriate respect,
even though you may find their thoughts,
feelings, deeds and actions unacceptable.
Should you draw comparisons between yourself and others,
you will inevitably realize that others
are either stronger or weaker than you in certain matters;
this, however, is no justification for you to feel
superior or inferior to them.
Therefore, neither vain nor arrogant become,
neither bitter nor ashamed, for there will always be
someone who is more eminent or less advanced than you
in learning, morality, character and the like.
Refrain not from enjoying achievements you have gained
through your own honest efforts.
Delight in these accomplishments as much as you do
in setting positive objectives
and bringing them to successful completions.
Always be mindful of continuing your development
in every possible matter, including both your personal
and consciousness-related evolutions.
Therefore be perpetually and humbly attentive
to your personal progress, but only in a righteous manner,
because integrity is the only, truly positive possession
you have as a human being in these changing times.
Approach your work and your business with forethought
and circumspection, for good work is worthy
of proper compensation;
circumspection, forethought and honesty
offer sound long-term rewards in business,
even in a world of guile.
When you achieve positive, remarkable successes
keep from becoming blinded and deafened by them and
proceed toward those things of virtuous substance.
Be attentive also to the means and ways
of the people with whom you deal;
though many strive for lofty ideals,
few reach their goals.
Life appears filled with heroism wherever you gaze,
but when you glance behind the scenes
you find only fear enveloped in a haze
and someone’s craving for pretending
to be greater than he or she really is.
Hence, heed not these matters to the degree where
you wish to imitate them; instead, recognize your true self.
Positively realize yourself within your own Self.
And allow these traits to permeate your entire nature.
Do not feign affection for someone if, in reality,
you fail to hold such feelings for the person.
Make no pretense to your fellowmen that bears no truth,
for honesty is a directive which, together with knowledge,
is undeniably the path to wisdom.
Never be cynical about sincere love,
for love provides you with the certainty of coexisting
within everything there is, in both the spiritual
and the physical realms.
And love is the true essence of Creation;
it will endure for ur-eternity and all Great Times
beyond every conceivable hardship and disappointment.
Love is the actual cornerstone and the true incentive of life
where the aspirations form to reach higher, indeed,
to the very highest levels possible.
Love will never die, it will survive eternally
as it pulsates in the everlasting rhythm of
Forfeit every negative trait in your life with dignity and,
through self-knowledge, leave yourself open to
counsel for self-realization.
Cheerfully accept what your positive knowledge
and balanced wisdom counsel you to do, and
gain control over your thoughts, feelings, indeed,
your entire consciousness, for in so doing you strengthen yourself
for unavoidable predicaments, and you will never lose heart
even when faced with unexpected misfortune.
Always practice loyalty and integrity,
and never make yourself unhappy over unrighteous things
or those you merely imagine.
Free yourself from alarm and fear,
which oftentimes originate from loneliness,
mental exhaustion and idleness.
Loneliness, mental exhaustion and idleness
are enemies of progress.
Seek, therefore, the company of those
who are knowledgeable and wise,
for they will teach you how to stimulate
and utilize your thoughts,
and how to actively evolve.
Always practice healthy self-discipline
while being kind to yourself at all times,
for you are an individual, an independent person,
who requires not only the pleasant kindness of others
but also the consideration you provide yourself.
You are a creation of Creation, the universe,
and in no way are you any less than your fellowman,
the trees, plants, all animal species or the celestial bodies
in the infinite vastness of universal space.
You have the right to be alive and to exist on this Earth,
regardless of who and what you may be,
and it matters not if you comprehend
the unfolding of the universe in the way Creation,
the Universal Consciousness, intends it.
Nothing unfolds without Creation’s love,
and it will not do so unless it is within the framework
of the Creation-given laws and directives.
Accept, then, that you only exist because this is how it was
intended to be and because it is predetermined for you
through the ur-eternally everlasting, Creational plan.
Live, therefore, in freedom, love, peace and harmony
among similar-minded individuals and
with all of Creation’s creatures.
— written by Max Ehrmann in the 1920s —
Not “Found in Old St. Paul’s Church”! — see below
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
The only place where you can dream
is in your mind.
You can build castles of light,
and travel into the absolutely
nothingness of a fantasy land.
Nothing can stop you from dreaming
with being an angel in paradise,
or being the dreamer that hold life
in the palm of his hand.
Dreaming is having the power
to make a better future
and plan it well ahead of time.
Welcome to my world.
where dream and the dreamers
meet and enjoy a better life.
I always wonder when is my next trip
When I will be in dreamland?
Sweet Dreams and do not forget
to take the keys of reality
maybe you need to come back.
كنت أقف في دوري على شباك التذاكرلأشتري بطاقة سفر في الحافلة إلى مدينة تبعد حوالي 330 كم، وكانت أمامي سيدة ستينية قد وصلت إلى شباك التذاكر وطال حديثها مع الموظفة التي قالتلها في النهاية: الناس ينتظرون، أرجوكِ تنحّي جانباً. فابتعدت المرأةخطوة واحدة لتفسح لي المجال، وقبل أن أشتري بطاقتي سألت الموظفة عن المشكلة، فقالت لي بأن هذه المرأة معها ثمن بطاقة السفر وليس معها يورو واحد قيمة بطاقة دخول المحطة، وتريد أن تنتظر الحافلة خارج المحطة وهذاممنوع. قلتُ لها: هذا يورو وأعطها البطاقة. وتراجعتُ قليلاً وأعطيتُ السيدة مجالاً لتعود إلى دورها بعد أن نادتها الموظفةمجدداً.
اشترت السيدة بطاقتها ووقفت جانباًوكأنها تنتظرني، فتوقعت أنها تريد أن تشكرني، إلا أنها لم تفعل، بلانتظرتْ لتطمئن إلى أنني اشتريت بطاقتي وسأتوجه إلى ساحة الانطلاق، فقالت لي بصيغة الأمر: احمل هذه… وأشارت إلى حقيبتها.
كان الأمر غريباً جداً بالنسبة لهؤلاءالناس الذين يتعاملون بلباقة ليس لها مثيل. بدون تفكير حملت لها حقيبتهاواتجهنا سوية إلى الحافلة، ومن الطبيعي أن يكون مقعدي بجانبها لأنها كانت قبلي تماماً في الدور.
حاولت أن أجلس من جهة النافذة لأستمتع بمنظر تساقط الثلج الذي بدأ منذ ساعة وأقسم بأن يمحو جميع ألوان الطبيعةمعلناً بصمته الشديد: أنا الذي آتي لكم بالخير وأنا من يحق له السيادةالآن! لكن السيدة منعتني و جلستْ هي من جهة النافذة دون أن تنطق بحرف،فرحتُ أنظر أمامي ولا أعيرها اهتماماً، إلى أن التفتتْ إلي تنظر في وجهي وتحدق فيه، وطالت التفاتتها دون أن تنطق ببنت شفة وأنا أنظر أمامي، حتى إنني بدأت أتضايق من نظراتها التي لا أراها لكنني أشعر بها، فالتفتُ إليها.
عندها تبسمتْ قائلة: كنت أختبر مدى صبرك وتحملك.
– صبري على ماذا؟
– على قلة ذوقي. أعرفُ تماماً بماذا كنتَ تفكر.
– لا أظنك تعرفين، وليس مهماً أن تعرفي.
– حسناً، سأقول لك لاحقاً، لكن بالي مشغول كيف سأرد لك الدين.
– الأمر لا يستحق، لا تشغلي بالك.
– عندي حاجة سأبيعها الآن وسأرد لك اليورو، فهل تشتريها أم أعرضها على غيرك؟
– هل تريدين أن أشتريها قبل أن أعرف ماهي؟
– إنها حكمة. أعطني يورو واحداً لأعطيك الحكمة.
– وهل ستعيدين لي اليورو إن لم تعجبني الحكمة؟
– لا، فالكلام بعد أن تسمعه لا أستطيع استرجاعه، ثم إن اليورو الواحد يلزمني لأنني أريد أن أرد به دَيني.
أخرجتُ اليورو من جيبي ووضعته في يديها وأنا أنظر إلى تضاريس وجهها. لا زالت عيناها جميلتين تلمعان كبريق عيني شابة في مقتبل العمر، وأنفها الدقيق مع عينيها يخبرون عن ذكاء ثعلبي. مظهرها يدل على أنها سيدة متعلمة، لكنني لن أسألها عن شيء، أنا على يقين أنها ستحدثني عن نفسها فرحلتنا لا زالت في بدايتها.
أغلقت أصابعها على هذه القطعة النقديةالتي فرحت بها كما يفرح الأطفال عندما نعطيهم بعض النقود وقالت: أنا الآن متقاعدة، كنت أعمل مدرّسة لمادة الفلسفة، جئت من مدينتي لأرافق إحدى صديقاتي إلى المطار. أنفقتُ كل ما كان معي وتركتُ ما يكفي لأعود إلى بيتي، إلا أن سائق التاكسي أحرجني وأخذ مني يورو واحد زيادة، فقلت في نفسي سأنتظر الحافلة خارج المحطة، ولم أكن أدري أنه ممنوع. أحببتُ أن أشكرك بطريقة أخرى بعدما رأيت شهامتك، حيث دفعت عني دون أن أطلب منك. الموضوع ليس مادياً. ستقول لي بأن المبلغ بسيط، سأقول لك أنت سارعت بفعل الخير ودونما تفكير.
قاطعتُ المرأة مبتسماً: أتوقع بأنك ستحكي لي قصة حياتك، لكن أين البضاعة التي اشتريتُها منكِ؟ أين الحكمة؟
– “بَسْ دقيقة”.
– لا، لا، لا تنتظر. “بَسْ دقيقة”… هذه هي الحكمة.
– ما فهمت شيئاً.
– لعلك تعتقد أنك تعرضتَ لعمليةاحتيال؟
– سأشرح لك: “بس دقيقة”، لا تنسَ هذه الكلمة. في كل أمر تريد أن تتخذ فيه قراراً، عندما تفكر به وعندما تصل إلى لحظة اتخاذ القرار أعطِ نفسك دقيقة إضافية، ستين ثانية. هل تعلم كم من المعلومات يستطيع دماغك أن يعالج خلال ستين ثانية؟ في هذه الدقيقةالتي ستمنحها لنفسك قبل إصدار قرارك قد تتغير أمور كثيرة، ولكن بشرط.
– وما هوالشرط؟
– أن تتجرد عن نفسك، وتُفرغ في دماغك وفي قلبك جميع القيم الإنسانية والمثل الأخلاقية دفعة واحدة، وتعالجها معالجة موضوعية ودون تحيز،
فمثلاً: إن كنت قد قررت بأنك صاحب حق وأن الآخر قد ظلمك فخلال هذه الدقيقة
وعندما تتجرد عن نفسك ربما تكتشف بأن الطرف الآخر لديه حق أيضاً، أو جزء منه،
وعندها قد تغير قرارك تجاهه.
إن كنت نويت أن تعاقب شخصاً ما فإنك خلال هذه الدقيقة بإمكانك أن تجد له عذراً فتخفف عنه العقوبة أو تمتنع عن معاقبته وتسامحه نهائياً.
دقيقةواحدة بإمكانها أن تجعلك تعدل عن اتخاذ خطوة مصيرية في حياتك لطالمااعتقدت أنها هي الخطوة السليمة، في حين أنها قد تكون كارثية.
دقيقة واحدةربما تجعلك أكثر تمسكاً بإنسانيتك وأكثر بعداً عن هواك.
دقيقة واحدة قدتغير مجرى حياتك وحياة غيرك، وإن كنت من المسؤولين فإنها قد تغير مجرى حياة قوم بأكملهم…
هل تعلم أن كل ما شرحته لك عن الدقيقة الواحدة لم يستغرق أكثر من دقيقة واحدة؟
– صحيح، وأنا قبلتُ برحابة صدر هذه الصفقة وحلال عليكِ اليورو.
– تفضل، أنا الآن أردُّ لك الدين وأعيدلك ما دفعته عني عند شباك التذاكر. والآن أشكرك كل الشكر على ما فعلته لأجلي.
أعطتني اليورو. تبسمتُ في وجههاواستغرقت ابتسامتي أكثر من دقيقة، لأنتبه إلى نفسي وهي تأخذ رأسي بيدهاوتقبل جبيني قائلة: هل تعلم أنه كان بالإمكان أن أنتظر ساعات دون حل لمشكلتي، فالآخرون لم يكونوا ليدروا ما هي مشكلتي، وأنا ما كنتُ لأستطيع أن أطلب واحد يورو من أحد.
– حسناً، وماذا ستبيعيني لو أعطيتك مئةيورو؟
– سأعتبره مهراً وسأقبل بك زوجاً.
علتْ ضحكتُنا في الحافلة وأنا أُمثـِّلُ بأنني أريد النهوض ومغادرة مقعدي وهي تمسك بيدي قائلة: اجلس، فزوجي متمسك بي وليس له مزاج أن يموت قريباً!
وأنا أقول لها: “بس دقيقة”، “بس دقيقة”…
لم أتوقع بأن الزمن سيمضي بسرعة. كانت هذه الرحلة من أكثر رحلاتي سعادة، حتى إنني شعرت بنوع من الحزن عندماغادرتْ الحافلة عندما وصلنا إلى مدينتها في منتصف الطريق تقريباً.
قبل ربع ساعة من وصولها حاولتْ أن تتصل من جوالها بابنها كي يأتي إلى المحطة ليأخذها، ثم التفتتْ إليّ قائلة: على ما يبدو أنه ليس عندي رصيد. فأعطيتها جوالي لتتصل. المفاجأة أنني بعدمغادرتها للحافلة بربع ساعة تقريباً استلمتُ رسالتين على الجوال، الأولى تفيد بأن هناك من دفع لي رصيداً بمبلغ يزيد عن 10 يورو، والثانية منهاتقول فيها: كان عندي رصيد في هاتفي لكنني احتلتُ عليك لأعرف رقم هاتفك فأجزيكَ على حسن فعلتك. إن شئت احتفظ برقمي، وإن زرت مدينتي فاعلم بأن لك فيها أمّاً ستستقبلك. فرددتُ عليها برسالة قلت فيها: عندما نظرتُ إلى عينيك خطر ببالي أنها عيون ثعلبية لكنني لم أتجرأ أن أقولها لك، أتمنى أن تجمعنا الأيام ثانية، أشكركِ على الحكمة واعلمي بأنني سأبيعها بمبلغ أكبربكثير.
حكمة أعرضها للبيع، فمن يشتريها مني في زمن نهدر فيه الكثير الكثير من الساعات دون فائدة؟
مما لفت انتباهي
Posted by Marivel Guzman
Indeed I m in Love!.
How fortunate got to be the owner of my dreams,
How fortunate got to be the dreamers that share my dreams,
How fortunate got to be the minds that expand,
The MINDS that create better REALITIES!
The Ones that are ILLUMINATED and WALK the path
of the light worker, the ONE that sees, hears, feels, senses and transcends without looking back,
Indeed I m in LOVE, and I tell you WHY:
Because my dreams are extensive and eccentric, out of the norm,
Because my dreams are explosive and comprise the whole world,
My ideal of love is more than just an isolated sentiment reciprocated.
My love is a great energy that moves with me, and within the world that I want to live IN.
I m in love with LOVE!, because gives me the reason to live,
I m in love with my inner self, because is my energy vortex that exalts me to a higher self,
I m in love with the world that I m defending, because I only have ONE.
I m in love with nature, that I want to preserve, for my children and your children, and the Future Generations,
I m in love with PEACE!, because I want it for everyone on earth, because is a God’s given gift.
I m in love with Mother Earth because she is the Mother of life and green, and she worths the fight,
I m in love with the PEN, because let me express my most intimates feelings,
I m in love with the RED of my HEART, because, RED gives me the passion, and the courage
to tell you how I m feeling inside,
I m in love with POETRY, because is the expression of your MIND and your HEART thinking as ONE,
I m in love with the WORD! because spreads the simpler TRUTH,
I m in love with Palestine the symbol of human struggles, and is my children Land.
I m in love with Gaza because she is a prisoner inside a prison, and I want her to be free,
I m in love with you the resistance fighter, that love his land more than himself, because he will gives his blood to sink on the land to feed it and not let it die,
I m in love with anyone that stands for justice, because he will stop at NOTHING! and will raise his voice, and will fight for you, without blinking an eye,
I m in love with the innocent mind because is pure, and can not be in chains of any kind.
I m in love with my Dreams, because they guide me and they lead me to be better all the time,
I m in love with the eternal dreamer of the spotless mind, because he will always will be striving for better reality than the ONE is offered with strings and pulling all the TIME!.
I m in Love with you LOVE!, because Love will never fights back, and LOVE never DIES.
I m in love with the conscientiousness that is moving and changing the Note of Love to a Universal Feeling that envelopes us ALL, and make us EVOLVE to other dimensions NEVER Sense before.
I m in love with YOU! and I send you my frequency of Love, to be tune up to a higher vibration, to reach the altitudes of the purest state of the mind,
Do you Love ME? Do you love your WORLD?
Can you share my Dreams?
Can you fight absurdity with me?
Can you put aside HATE AND GREED, and move toward The World I want to see and BE?
Can you Choose Between WAR and PEACE! and do it with the understanding that WAR is not OPPOSITE of PEACE?
I want you to see through my eyes, and feel with my heart,
And I want you to feel my compassion, I want you crying with rage, when you see pain inflicted in another human being. When you see trees being cut, when you see, SEEDS genetically MODIFIED.
I want you to YELL MAD, when you see Planes spreading Chemtrails that is not other thing but POISON,
Chemtrails that kills your WATER, and make HELL OUT OF A HURRICANE,
I want you to love ME, AND To LOVE our WORLD BECAUSE WE ONLY HAVE ONE
Now you know Why I m in LOVE?
Indeed I m in Love, LOVE! WITH YOU AND THE WORLD.
F**k Hamas!, F**k Israel!, F**k Fatah!, F**k UN. F**k UNWRA. F**k USA!
We, the youth in Gaza, are so fed up with Israel, Hamas, the occupation, the violations of human rights and the indifference of the international community!
We want to scream and break this wall of silence, injustice and indifference. Like the Israeli F16’s breaking the wall of sound; we want to scream with all the power in our souls in order to release this immense frustration that consumes us because of this f*****g situation we live in.
We are like lice between two nails living a nightmare inside a nightmare, no room for hope, no space for freedom.
We are sick of being caught in this political struggle, sick of coal dark nights with airplanes circling above our homes, sick of innocent farmers getting shot in the buffer zone because they are taking care of their lands, sick of bearded guys walking around with their guns abusing their power, beating up or incarcerating young people demonstrating for what they believe in.
Sick of the wall of shame that separates us from the rest of our country and keeps us imprisoned in a stamp-sized piece of land.
Sick of being portrayed as terrorists, homemade fanatics with explosives in our pockets and evil in our eyes.
Sick of the indifference we meet from the international community, the so-called experts in expressing concerns and drafting resolutions, but cowards in enforcing anything they agreed on.
We are sick and tired of living a shitty life, being kept in jail by Israel, beaten up by Hamas, and completely ignored by the rest of the world.
There is a revolution growing inside of us, an immense dissatisfaction and frustration that will destroy us unless we find a way of canalizing this energy into something that can challenge the status Quo and give us some kind of hope.
The final drop that made our hearts tremble with frustration and hopelessness happened on November 30th, when Hamas’ officers came to Sharek Youth Forum, a leading youth organization (http://www.sharek.ps) with their guns, lies and aggressiveness, throwing everybody outside, incarcerating some and prohibiting Sharek from working.
A few days later, demonstrators in front of Sharek were beaten and some incarcerated. We are really living a nightmare inside a nightmare. It is difficult to find words for the pressure we are under.
We barely survived the Operation Cast Lead, where Israel very effectively bombed the shit out of us, destroying thousands of homes and even more lives and dreams.
They did not get rid of Hamas, as they intended, but they sure scared us forever and distributed post traumatic stress syndrome to everybody, as there was nowhere to run.
We are youth with heavy hearts. We carry in ourselves a heaviness so immense that it makes it difficult to us to enjoy the sunset. How to enjoy it when dark clouds paint the horizon and bleak memories run past our eyes every time we close them?
We smile in order to hide the pain. We laugh in order to forget the war.
We hope in order not to commit suicide here and now.
During the war we got the unmistakable feeling that Israel wanted to erase us from the face of the earth. During the last years Hamas has been doing all they can to control our thoughts, behavior and aspirations.
We are a generation of young people used to face missiles, carrying what seems to be a impossible mission of living a normal and healthy life, and only barely tolerated by a massive organization that has spread in our society as a malicious cancer disease, causing mayhem and effectively killing all living cells, thoughts and dreams on its way as well as paralyzing people with its terror regime. Not to mention the prison we live in, a prison sustained by a so-called democratic country.
History is repeating itself in its most cruel way and nobody seems to care. We are scared.
Here in Gaza we are scared of being incarcerated, interrogated, hit, tortured, bombed, killed.
We are afraid of living, because every single step we take has to be considered and well-thought, there are limitations everywhere, we cannot move as we want, say what we want, do what we want, sometimes we even cant think what we want because the occupation has occupied our brains and hearts so terrible that it hurts and it makes us want to shed endless tears of frustration and rage!
We do not want to hate, we do not want to feel all of this feelings, we do not want to be victims anymore. ENOUGH! Enough pain, enough tears, enough suffering, enough control, limitations, unjust justifications, terror, torture, excuses, bombings, sleepless nights, dead civilians, black memories, bleak future, heart aching present, disturbed politics, fanatic politicians, religious bullshit, enough incarceration!
WE SAY STOP! This is not the future we want!
We want three things; We want to be free. We want to be able to live a normal life and We want peace.
Is that too much to ask?
We are a peace movement consistent of young people in Gaza and supporters elsewhere that will not rest until the truth about Gaza is known by everybody in this whole world and in such a degree that no more silent consent or loud indifference will be accepted.
This is the Gazan youth’s manifesto for change!
We will start by destroying the occupation that surrounds ourselves, we will break free from this mental incarceration and regain our dignity and self respect.
We will carry our heads high even though we will face resistance. We will work day and night in order to change these miserable conditions we are living under.
We will build dreams where we meet walls.
We only hope that you – yes, you reading this statement right now! – can support us. In order to find out how, please write on our wall or contact us directly: firstname.lastname@example.org
We want to be free, we want to live, we want peace.
FREE GAZA YOUTH!
I m speechless this is what I want to hear.
Out with all the rules that bound you in your own mental prisons.
Liberation yes, I m 110 % agree with your Manifesto, free, freedom and liberation.
This Manifesto is for the whole apparatus of repression that engulf Gaza, Starting with Israel the Occupier,US the financier,UN the official Solicitor and Signatory of Wars,UNRWA the front of the UN that keeps Gaza under an inhumane welfare system,to Fatah that have forgotten that Gaza is Palestine, and to Hamas ultimately because keeps an invisible gag on the population under the guise of religion righteousness.
If There got to be Freedom in any society, Justice must be the base of the same. Human Rights is an inalienable right of every human being, being Gaza, US, Germany, Lebanon, Guantanamo Bay, Cuba(should not exist),Cuba, China, Iran, Mexico, Congo, Russia..or any place on Earth that humans co-habit under any authority of any type.
The right to disagree, the right to have a different opinion, or different feelings is a right that we all humans have a primordial born right, it calls dissent from the Status Quo, governments of the world dissenters are not criminals, they are free minders that choose their own path, and oppression only make them more aware of the situation that you want to force them to be.
This right is inalienable is part of the human rights that we all must enjoy as a citizen of this Earth.
I m speechless this is what I want to hear. Out with all the rules that bound you in your own mental prisons. Liberation yes, I m 110 % agree with your Manifesto, free, freedom and liberation.
I m sharing your courage. I m sharing your dreams, your hopes, your pains, your deaths, your ideals, your free and open mind.
I wanted to hear the youth speaking, I do no k,ow if will make a difference now, but certainly your message will spread in the world, in the mind of the old and tired souls, tired of their struggles.
It will infuse energy to the resistance, to the old and decrepit bodies that have fought for more than 6 decades without seeing compassion from the world, that have not received justice from the international bodies than have appointed themselves as the saviors of the world, to the peace activists, the justice seekers that are fighting for your land.
I was almost giving up my fight for Gaza, I was getting stiff and tired of yelling, writing, posting, complaining. I thought no one was listening, but I was wrong.
This Manifesto full or courage. rage dissatisfaction and pain have given me hopes again.
I m awake again, your words have giving me the food for the soul that I was missing.
I love you Gaza, I m proud of you, I m with you, in your fight against indifference, against the oppression of your mind, in this fight for your land, for your human rights, for your motherless children, and your childless mothers, I m with you with your olive trees that with one last stand they resist to let go and still embracing the land, I m with you, with your flag, that not being mine, have awaken the fighter on me once more.
I m sharing this word in every wall, available, in the blogs. my channels, everywhere that there is space.
Thanks Gaza youth I love you all…Free Palestine.
Posted by Marivel Guzman
On November 5, 2010
When we were still free in North America
A Plea To Love and Respect for Mother Earth
The Wise Words of Chief Seattle, are lessons
Beautiful words that lacerate my soul.
I could imagine a land like the one my ancestors were losing
the battle for the Land, the Mother Land that gives
Not the land that is ravaged by cities of concrete
A land that was rich, plentiful with life and soul.
Revise every line of Chief Seattle and feel the pain,
that pain that comes with the loss, the loss of freedom,
the loss of sustainability and Loss of Hopes for a future.
Imagine his pain when he saw that his dreams were about to end.
We can make his dream and the dream of the Natives of all the lands
to come truth, to return to the land what it belongs to her.
To free her waters, to let them run free..like the buffalo once did
Unite your effort to give back Mother Earth back to all of us.
In 1855, the Dwamish Chief Seattle, of Washington Territory, sent the following letter to President Franklin Pierce. Not surprisingly, his powerful plea was ignored by Pierce, and every President to follow.
Now, we need, more than ever, a president who will listen to Chief Seattle’s simple words.
To the Great Chief in Washington,
We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of the land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father’s grave, and his children birthright is forgotten.
The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. But perhaps it is because the red man is a savage and does not understand. There is no quiet place in the white man’s cities. No place to hear the leaves of spring or the rustle of insect wings. But perhaps because I am a savage and do not understand, the clatter only seems to insult the ears.
The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind itself cleansed by a midday rain, or scented by a Pinion pine. The air is precious to the Red man. For all things share the same breath: the beasts, the trees, and the man.
The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench.
I have seen thousands of rotting buffaloes on the prairie left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand. What is man without the beasts? If all beasts were gone, men would die from great loneliness of spirit, for whatever happens to the beast happens also to the man.
This we know: The earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man does not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
Our children have seen their fathers humbled in defeat. Our warriors have felt shame. It matters little where we pass the rest of our days; they are not many. A few more hours, a few more winters, and none of the children of the great tribes that once lived on this earth will remain to mourn the graves of a people once as powerful and hopeful as yours.
But even the white man cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all; we shall see. One thing we know, which the white man may one day discover: our God is the same God. You may think that you own him as you wish to own our land, but you cannot. He is the Body of man, and his compassion is equal for the red man and white. This earth is precious to him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its Creator.
The whites too shall pass, perhaps sooner than other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed, and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.
But in your perishing you may shine brightly, fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man. That destiny is a mystery for us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are slaughtered, and the wild horses tamed. Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. And what is it to say goodbye to the swift pony and the hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.
We might understand if we knew what it was the white man dreams, what hopes he describes to his children on long winter nights, what visions he burns into their minds, so they will wish for tomorrow. But we are savages. The white man’s dreams are hidden from us. And because they are hidden we will go our own way.
If we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it as we have cared for it. Hold in your memory the way the land is as you take it. And with all your strength, with all your might, with all your heart, preserve it for your children and love it …. as God loves us all.
One thing we know. Our God is the same God. This earth is precious to Him. Even the white man cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all.
Version 1 (below) appeared in the Seattle Sunday Star on Oct. 29, 1887, in a column by Dr. Henry A. Smith.
“CHIEF SEATTLE’S 1854 ORATION” – ver . 1
AUTHENTIC TEXT OF CHIEF SEATTLE’S TREATY ORATION 1854
Yonder sky that has wept tears of compassion upon my people for centuries untold, and which to us appears changeless and eternal, may change. Today is fair. Tomorrow it may be overcast with clouds. My words are like the stars that never change. Whatever Seattle says, the great chief at Washington can rely upon with as much certainty as he can upon the return of the sun or the seasons. The white chief says that Big Chief at Washington sends us greetings of friendship and goodwill. This is kind of him for we know he has little need of our friendship in return. His people are many. They are like the grass that covers vast prairies. My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain. The great, and I presume — good, White Chief sends us word that he wishes to buy our land but is willing to allow us enough to live comfortably. This indeed appears just, even generous, for the Red Man no longer has rights that he need respect, and the offer may be wise, also, as we are no longer in need of an extensive country.
There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory. I will not dwell on, nor mourn over, our untimely decay, nor reproach my paleface brothers with hastening it, as we too may have been somewhat to blame.
Youth is impulsive. When our young men grow angry at some real or imaginary wrong, and disfigure their faces with black paint, it denotes that their hearts are black, and that they are often cruel and relentless, and our old men and old women are unable to restrain them. Thus it has ever been. Thus it was when the white man began to push our forefathers ever westward. But let us hope that the hostilities between us may never return. We would have everything to lose and nothing to gain. Revenge by young men is considered gain, even at the cost of their own lives, but old men who stay at home in times of war, and mothers who have sons to lose, know better.
Our good father in Washington–for I presume he is now our father as well as yours, since King George has moved his boundaries further north–our great and good father, I say, sends us word that if we do as he desires he will protect us. His brave warriors will be to us a bristling wall of strength, and his wonderful ships of war will fill our harbors, so that our ancient enemies far to the northward — the Haidas and Tsimshians — will cease to frighten our women, children, and old men. Then in reality he will be our father and we his children. But can that ever be? Your God is not our God! Your God loves your people and hates mine! He folds his strong protecting arms lovingly about the paleface and leads him by the hand as a father leads an infant son. But, He has forsaken His Red children, if they really are His. Our God, the Great Spirit, seems also to have forsaken us. Your God makes your people wax stronger every day. Soon they will fill all the land. Our people are ebbing away like a rapidly receding tide that will never return. The white man’s God cannot love our people or He would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help. How then can we be brothers? How can your God become our God and renew our prosperity and awaken in us dreams of returning greatness? If we have a common Heavenly Father He must be partial, for He came to His paleface children. We never saw Him. He gave you laws but had no word for His red children whose teeming multitudes once filled this vast continent as stars fill the firmament. No; we are two distinct races with separate origins and separate destinies. There is little in common between us.
To us the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground. You wander far from the graves of your ancestors and seemingly without regret. Your religion was written upon tablets of stone by the iron finger of your God so that you could not forget. The Red Man could never comprehend or remember it. Our religion is the traditions of our ancestors — the dreams of our old men, given them in solemn hours of the night by the Great Spirit; and the visions of our sachems, and is written in the hearts of our people.
Your dead cease to love you and the land of their nativity as soon as they pass the portals of the tomb and wander away beyond the stars. They are soon forgotten and never return. Our dead never forget this beautiful world that gave them being. They still love its verdant valleys, its murmuring rivers, its magnificent mountains, sequestered vales and verdant lined lakes and bays, and ever yearn in tender fond affection over the lonely hearted living, and often return from the happy hunting ground to visit, guide, console, and comfort them.
Day and night cannot dwell together. The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist flees before the morning sun. However, your proposition seems fair and I think that my people will accept it and will retire to the reservation you offer them. Then we will dwell apart in peace, for the words of the Great White Chief seem to be the words of nature speaking to my people out of dense darkness.
It matters little where we pass the remnant of our days. They will not be many. The Indian’s night promises to be dark. Not a single star of hope hovers above his horizon. Sad-voiced winds moan in the distance. Grim fate seems to be on the Red Man’s trail, and wherever he will hear the approaching footsteps of his fell destroyer and prepare stolidly to meet his doom, as does the wounded doe that hears the approaching footsteps of the hunter.
A few more moons, a few more winters, and not one of the descendants of the mighty hosts that once moved over this broad land or lived in happy homes, protected by the Great Spirit, will remain to mourn over the graves of a people once more powerful and hopeful than yours. But why should I mourn at the untimely fate of my people? Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. Your time of decay may be distant, but it will surely come, for even the White Man whose God walked and talked with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We will see.
We will ponder your proposition and when we decide we will let you know. But should we accept it, I here and now make this condition that we will not be denied the privilege without molestation of visiting at any time the tombs of our ancestors, friends, and children. Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children’s children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone.
Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds.
In this complex society that we are living, a world ravaged by wars, disperse by religions, divided by ideas, segregated by colors, is amazing that we can reunite in a virtual world where we chat as old friends, a virtual coffee shop where we drink a picture in your wall, where your ideas are spread, judged, misjudged, argued, deleted and at the end of the day and after a long day of differences you still be friend of your worse enemy.
The opinion makers are you, your opinion is my worse nightmare, my opinion distasteful to your morning coffee. We all become opinion makers.
We write what we feel, what we know, what we want, what we search, what we discover and we enjoy this non pay job that we do with an almost addiction, with a religious everyday observance. We the Opinion Makers are obsessed with the truth, we can’t take the main stream news any more as news, but as propaganda. We the Opinion Makers has discovered the way to make our opinion count, even thought is just in the social networks, we feel the satisfaction of have done a great justice to truth, when we sit for hours writing, posting, commenting in every single wall of our countless friends. We have become the active Opinion Makers of the world, when before, the broadcasting networks saw us as a clients of their advertisements adds, now we become the Opinion Makers, and we are seen as important as the Adds.
How this become to be?, we the public blogger, the free writers, the video editors, the photographers, and publishers are just Opinion Makers. We do not generate one penny for the Social Network that we subscribe, but in the long run we will be the writers of History as never written before, we will write our story and History will be just his-story.
The Truth is the News and can not be cover by beautiful and crafty words. The Truth is destined to survive the most entertaining fictional story of the editor of Fox or CNN, these networks are struggling to keep us hooked to their lies.
CSPAN is ready to interview the hard to get personages on the Political Spectrum to attract us back, but years of mingling with the Truth, and years of Editing lies had set us networks appart.
What can I say about evening news, in every station around the globe, they all fighting for ratings. “Charly Bit my finger” or “Blooood” boy have more viewers in an afternoon than all the broadcasting news in the US and Canada together, let alone all the youtube, meta caffee and others channels that attract us to the every day Truths and Realities.
I tell you times are changing, we have become the Opinion Makers, The Video Editors, The Free Press: The New Press of the world. We the regular citizens can not be attract any more for an add of Coca Cola, or a refreshing bath of Zeth.
There is no way that we can go back to be the passive spectators that for years, warmed the sofas in front to the TV’s. Now we are part of the making of the news, we are part of the story, we are making the story and the Opinion Makers of the Truth.
To know more of the truth, follow me to the place where the Truth is the News, and you are the Opinion Maker, and story teller.
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