Archive for ◊ January, 2006 ◊

• Sunday, January 08th, 2006

Where was God? This question is the same as if one were to ask, “Where was my love?” If you have one, it always remains close to your heart. When bad things happen, I often hear the words, “Where was God?” I think God always stays at home. Sometimes, Mother Nature is not so kind to us and we are unable to control it. We don’t know why unfortunate events happen. We live with the same question and the same answer, “Why.” I ask myself, “Why are we unable to learn that which we cannot know?” However, we should know that the road we walk on daily has one safe side, and that one truth exists, and that is that God just loves his Mother Nature. My life’s observations and every healthy step of nature is clearly telling me, “God doesn’t love me more than you, or, more than his Mother Nature.” Why not? It is very often that I hear my parents’ echo which is saying, “Child, don’t touch. You will hurt yourself.” God loves us all, and he is telling us daily, “Children, don’t touch. Don’t hurt yourselves.” My parents were good parents, good teachers. When I did naughty things they punished me. Why? Humans, we not only touched God’s creations, but we have in the past, and continue to destroy them each and every day. We can ask for God’s forgiveness, but I believe Mother Nature cannot, and will not forgive us. Yes, God loves his Mother Nature. As in true love, healthy life also requires a steady balance. Nothing, for nothing, is nothing. I don’t believe that we are getting something for nothing. Why are bad things happening to good, honest people? My heart bleeds for them. Truth has a secret and deep roots. It once happened to me. An old man, a shoemaker, stared at my shoes, as he was saying, “Who will pay for them?” I did not have an answer. I walked home feeling sad, and I asked my father, “Did you pay the shoemaker for my shoes?” His answer was “No.” I was afraid and I told him, “God will punish you.” Little by little, my father paid the man for fixing my old shoes. I was just so afraid that if my father did not pay, someone in our family, somewhere, at some time down the road, will have to pay. The rest of Mother Nature, the animals, the birds, the plants and the trees are saying, “We are the good, honest nature. We know and God knows, that we live with His absolute truth.” They are asking us, the people, the same question, “Why are bad things happening to US, NATURE?” Good, honest, smart people, where were we when bad things were happening to Mother Nature, and where are we now? This is, and will be, a sad history for the upcoming century, but, perhaps it will be very helpful to learn from.

I believe we are asking too much of God and where He was. God was sitting at home. In the past, as well as at the present time, God is watching us and how our hearty appetites are devouring our own minds.

Our life and the life of Mother Nature is like one big spider web, and it is anchored to the earth’s soil. No matter where, or how it is touched, the whole web will shake. The only difference is that the spider knows how to repair his web very rapidly, and we don’t know how to repair our own lives. We have a great deal to learn about ourselves and nature, in order that we may live and enjoy a more healthy and peaceful life.

I would like to ask all the people of this world the following question, “Who, and whose system pleased all of us, in the past and at the present time?” It’s a silly question, “all people”. Why not, “all people”? If you believe in God, than you better believe that he doesn’t love me anymore than he loves you and his Mother Nature. The three words, HATE, FIGHT, and KILL should be buried very deep, just like the bad weeds. You must forgive me, if I am wrong.

The word HELP was planted as a single seed and it grew into what we now call God’s beautiful creation. How simple, healthy and beautiful sounding are the words, “I’ll help you, you help me”. Between us, love can grown and climb like ivy. We know how to say, “A beautiful, life”. Yes, a beautiful, peaceful life can stop and prevent HATE and the unknown disease from crawling over our doorsteps. Tomorrow and the days that will follow could be too late for us, and too soon to say No. It is a simple God’s law that one should think, work, rest and share with others. There’s only one law from where health, love and freedom can grow. There is only one system which can help save us, may I say, save us all. “God, I do not see any other better road!” World, do you believe that we have any other better or wiser choice? Our earth has always been and it still is beautiful and rich. The earth’s soil, its creeks and its deep seas, its sun and moon, its stars, are all a part of one body, connected to our bodies’ blood vessels, minds and hearts. Our luck, our freedom and our health cannot be found any deeper than the point where the large tree’s roots grow, and not any higher than the heights reached by the tallest trees. We made a giant step which superseded our luck, health and freedom. We failed to examine our minds and we were not able to foretell what effect a ferocious appetite could have on our minds and our healthy lives. Yes, someone, some geniuses were born and then died without leaving a last will of testament for us. They left enough for the world to share and for the new, upcoming century to learn from and study. I often wonder, during their long days and dark nights, when they had the time to ponder and think, in what capacity was God and his Mother Nature, on their minds. My answer would be that TRUTH can fit into one word. As for the rest of the truths, to land on this earth, this earth is too small to contain them.

Some geniuses died and they left their children behind, some of whose appetites are quite large. These are the children who will point and touch and as a cooko bird, they, too, will lay their eggs in someone else’s nest and then fly away. Who can punish us more than we are already punishing ourselves? Where were we in the past and what were we doing? We are still here and what we are presently doing is much worse than if we were doing absolutely nothing. This earth is still rich and beautiful.

World, don’t lift and move one foot
Just turn around and bend down
Your luck is still breathing,
And it is not too deep or too high.
Stay close to nature and God
You’ll be able to teach your children,
How health and freedom can grow.
Most importantly,
You’ll be able to point and tell them,
The one truth,
And that is, how health and freedom can die.
It is December 26, 20005
This earth is still
Green, beautiful and rich.

• Saturday, January 07th, 2006

Oh God

In this world, words cannot be found, words which can describe,
How warm and beautiful SHE is.
Truth cannot reveal the secret
The world cannot find the words
She is just warm, beautiful and sweet
Who is SHE?
Is SHE like the sunrays?
Is SHE like the daylight?
Yes, SHE is
Is SHE like the raindrops?
Yes, SHE is just like the raindrops,
Drop by drop.
Is SHE what I can touch and hold?
Maybe, if you know how to touch and to hold
Why maybe?
Because, it’s just like that
Oh God
SHE is very warm, beautiful and sweet
How warm?
How warm? It is the secret,
For you to discover
How sweet?
How sweet? Words cannot describe it
How beautiful?
Very beautiful
SHE is the heart of the truth
What is SHE made of?
SHE is made of truth,
Secrets, sweetness and love.
She is very warm and has a big heart
Sweetness can always be tasted,
As a fruit that’s picked off the tree,
At the right time.
She must be powerful
Yes, SHE is as potent as the earth’s soil,
And the truth.
Who is SHE?
And who is the earth’s soil?
Standing in a vertical position,
More than half of the world,
Is not yet able to identify them.
Oh God, SHE is like a beautiful rose
Why did God create,
A beautiful rose with sharp thorns?
The truth is, that it’s not for every hand
To touch and to hold
Who is SHE?
SHE is the one,
Who is still turning the world around
And keeping the earth,
Beautiful and green.
If the sweetness and the beauty,
SHE possesses,
As well as the morning’s sunrays,
Cannot wake me up, I ask you God,
Please take me away,
As quickly as you can.
A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN,
God will not punish me,
If I ask,
“Is heaven as beautiful and as green
As is this earth?”

• Friday, January 06th, 2006

My dream began to form in the year 1944. In my dream I dreamed a frightening life’s dream that the earth was losing balance and it was trembling. I called my mom, “Run, help me. Follow the title and turn the world around.” The echo that traveled throughout the small mountains raised its voice and said, “Why not?” The tall mountains began to tremble. I fell down on my knees. The sky turned into an unhappy human face, opened its mouth and raised its voice. Lightning and thunder struck and shook, the earth. The sky turned into what looked like the rivers and human blood vessels. The earth began to weep. I began to scream, “Mom, turn around and look back. The earth is trembling and losing its balance. Follow the title and run.” Daylight suddenly transformed itself into nighttime. What a frightening dream; a night without the dew, a tired earth with dry lips, and high mountains with long wrinkled faces wobbling and shaking. In my dream, I saw Nature as an unhappy human face. It was an expressionless face unable to express the words before tears began to roll down its eyes. Truth was unable to rest and sleep. That’s when the dark night turned into a beautiful day and a beautiful morning. Warm sunrays nourished the earth’s soil, as a mother’s warm look nourishes her child’s mind, eyes and heart. In my life’s dream I dreamed of walking through the end of the long tunnel where the sun rose. I screamed once again, “Mom, follow the title and run.” The high mountains with their long wrinkled faces did not stop wobbling and shaking. In my dream, I stepped on a beautiful, blessed land, the land I call America. It was a beautiful morning as I stood there observing the sunrise with my mind, eyes and heart. As I remained standing on the American land, I will tell you what I saw. I observed the sun that looked like the letter “O” standing in the middle of two M’s. No matter which way I looked at it, how I turned it, or how I spelled it, from the American land it always spelled “Mom”.

I am sorry about my title. On this earth, MOM can run in any direction. High mountains with long wrinkled faces did not stop wobbling and shaking. An echo traveling through the small mountains, as a river whispered,” On this earth Mom can, and will run in any direction.” How sweet! My dream came to an end when my wife woke me up by saying, “Here is your coffee. Take the day off.”