I dedicate this to Croatia and America, the two most beautiful lands which are embedded in my heart. I have respect for the words whose roots touch upon Nature and God’s name as much as I respect virgin olive oil. I also love to write short words, the wisdom seeds. They should be brief and powerful. I reached my own top life’s philosophy with only two words and I am leaving them there. These words are God and Nature.
***
Each day lives for another day. If not, there would be no days. Please, let’s live for each other.
***
I am able to say who I am, but if I didn’t believe in another life, I believe I would be able to say that I am you.
***
As the sun sets, my writing words begin to rise.
***
Life has many doors through which it exits and enters. If you cannot physically work, begin to think and think. You can, and you will succeed to pass through the life’s door.
***
Our luck always was, and still is underneath our feet.
***
Our lifetime possesses the same power as the four seasons of the year to plant, grow and learn.
***
If I could sleep, I’d not be able to look at what I see.
***
God’s truth is comparable and beautiful. Some of us have a son; some of us have a daughter, and some of us have a daughter and a son.
***
Beautiful children, the truth and you, have made me a writer.
***
Lucky are those who die with luck.
***
Our life’s education, where was it born, and who are its mother and father?
***
If you are searching for Honesty and Help, pray to God in the meantime.
***
21st century, what is the difference between life’s suffering and death?
***
Pure sweetness is the highest power a beautiful life possesses and could have.
***
There is no freedom without God’s freedom.
***
Life’s law maker, 21st century’s worst is asking, “What is the best?”
***
When the poor stop speaking, the little fish will eat up the large fish.
***
Nothing pleases me more than the minds of the children, thinking, women, and the sunrise.
***
Why not? Can we do it better than NATURE?
***
A healthy instinct and healthy life’s philosophy are an inseparable power.
***
America has not yet fought its worst enemy.
***
If the wind stops blowing, and the farmers stop toiling, the riches of the world will die.
***
We don’t know what to do with our waste. Lucky are the other planets, that we don’t live above them!
***
Simple things and simple life were, at one time, blessed twice.
***
Good sex, scallions and dandelions are the best medicine for our lungs.
***
Health doesn’t waste any time, and it doesn’t spend a great deal of time away from home.
***
21st century, I hope I’m not asking you too late, but before I die, my last wish will be to have a drink of pure water.
***
Whom did the donkeys not help? The donkeys did not help the money. The donkeys did help the world.
***
Why is the word SMART unable to help NATURE?
***
What is the difference between the life’s balance and revenge?
***
Do we need God for how we are living and planning to live? Why?
***
What we have we will make use of, so why not make use of life’s education?
***
That which we cannot find during the day, we cannot obtain at night.
***
God, do you have anything else to tell us?
***
What is POOR? Poor took the first step and will make the first step.
***
Nature speaks one language and follows the path of one light.
***
We cannot follow NATURE. Nature will follow us.
***
One world, if we would like to win the battle, peace can help us.
***
For me, the sun rises twice. In my eyes, when the sun sets, a beautiful woman rises!
***
God, it is so beautiful that we can see what we cannot adequately express!
N. Y. City, you are extremely beautiful and you have very large lungs. Don’t invest all of your strength and money in heights! Build wide bridges over your hungry rivers.
***
Autism and technology are warning and telling the world that God exists!
***
Life’s philosophy , whatever occurred to nature, also happened to you.
***
Without life’s instincts, how long will nature be able to survive and humans suffer?
***
What is Never?
Time is FOREVER!
***
World, you can have all of my personal advice! God will not, and the devil cannot, destroy it.
***
A little bit is so much!
***
Top life’s philosophy, “How high is it?” I think we are reaching the bottom.
***
21st Century’s technology, can you stop using the nails and begin to use the screws?
***
A top without the bottom is less then NOTHING.
***
Oh, if everything were simple and small how beautiful life could be!
***
We can cover our bodies, but we cannot cover our minds.
***
One word can express, what millions of them CANNOT.
***
Every word has its own roots, but a Mother has all of them.
***
If it’s beautiful, but not just for you, REPEAT it.
***
If you cannot save it, You cannot make it.
***
It would be better than perfect, if our eyes, minds and hearts could live together, and with others.
***
What is the difference between the philosophy of a house mouse and human being?
***
Life’s education, without the pure nature’s power, cannot, and will not, decompose.
***
I dedicate this to God and my best friend, work: “Oh, it’s such a beautiful day, and I’m going to work.”
***
As I observe nature, it’s asking me, “Who’s talking to us, and whose voices are we hearing?”
***
People, we cannot lie to our land, to our city, to our town and to our home about who we are, and what we are.
***
I am sure I will die, and I’m sure I will not fully accomplish my work.
***
What we have learned the world will not forget.
***
If all the farmers and all the poor were to die, what would, then, happen to this world?
***
Some people don’t miss work; work misses them.
Why do you wear two shoes every day? I think this concept is healthy and beautiful.
***
If you can be clean, wear what you have, and remain who you are, it’s a very healthy and beautiful style.
***
If you always think you are beautiful and you must wear beautiful clothes, you forget how to live. You don’t rest peacefully. It is very unhealthy, and you are not free.
***
You have to think before you can succeed.
***
A human being changed the world, but he did not succeed to change the time. Time will change the world and the human mind.
***
We cannot have, before we can give.
***
My life’s philosophy cannot climb over the simple things and a simple life.
***
Can we take a brief break and refrain from saying, “Who said it? What did it say?” They are all dead! Can we talk about WHAT WE HAVE DONE, and WHAT WE CAN SAY?
A woman and the earth’s soil are the heart of the future. Earth’s soil and women, don’t you ever step down! What was, and what is wrong with our Mothers, our life’s heroes, and the earth’s soil? Earth’s soil is a woman and a Mother, a Mother of the world. So is a woman; she’s the Mother of the world. The earth’s soil deeply suffers, so do women, children and men. The whole wide world is deeply wounded. This world needs Mother’s and Father’s help! Woman, Mother, Earth’s Soil, and women and Mothers, don’t you ever step down! The heart of the future, this world, WILL DIE, God’s child will die.
II
This world is a God’s child. The sun, the moon, night and day, all of the planets we call stars, all planets, brothers and sisters will cry if God’s child dies. Good God, it will not happen! Good women and men, Mothers and Fathers, will help the earth’s soil without the big money. The day will come, and sooner is better than later, when good people will help the world, help, the beautiful God’s child not to die.
III
Good days will come and it doesn’t matter what happens, the earth’s soil and women WILL GAIN strength and power. Life’s power will be able to support life and every child to be born. From east and the Middle east, to the west, and from south to north, peace will cross over the unhappy roads. Peace will cross, but not before, before the earth’s soil and women are nourished with God’s truth. Innocent children will suffer. In the Middle east peace will not be found. The war will not stop. Wars will begin, worldwide. Two big powers will fight against one. The sky will suffer and turn into bloody rivers. A very unhappy, dirty devil will suffer and search for the dry bread crumbs. New century’s time will cry for a long time, but no matter what, good days will come. Why not sooner?
IV
America, no matter how I think and how I look at it, something is in my eye. My philosophy cannot pass by without saying, “Hello America!” When I play like a child with water, mud and the top layer of the earth’s soil, I can feel and touch the tip of the life’s roots. America, you did take a first long, a little too long, life’s step. Now, please take, take the last step. The last one, will be America’s first blessed step. No matter how “small,” small is, it will grow. It is God’s power, through his Nature’s power, that enables small to grow. And whatever it is, what could be left behind the “big”? It is the words, “How big it was!” It is very big, and it’s time for America and the world, to share it. And no matter how sweet or sour it is, it is time to share and, it is not too early! It will be as blessed, as blessed could be.
V
Beautiful America, no matter how I turn it around, black, white, yellow and red, ARE BEAUTIFUL. America, you helped me a lot and I cannot repay you. I love you! I’d like to take you, America, to where, some of us, worldwide, have never been. I’d like to take you to where peace and love can bloom and blossom. America, please take the last step. It will be the first, the first, America’s world step. I could never repay my Mother and I cannot ever repay you, but from my mind, and the bottom of my heart, I’d love to introduce to the bottom and the top life’s philosophy, the highest philosophy which healthy life did and could create, a beautiful American woman, a wife and a Mother, Hillary Clinton. I’d also love to introduce Hillary Clinton, to God’s child, our beautiful world. America and the world, if you can say more, all lives and I would be able to say less! I love you world and I am leaving you without an end. I do believe in God and I cannot say what could not be the impossible truth!
A Woman, Hillary Clinton, Possesses the Power to Stay Behind the Daylight Power
What can a day be without a night, and what can a night be without the day? A dark night! How closely and beautifully someone has created the spaces which exist between nature’s life’s puzzles, and between the night and the day, a woman and a man! The same power that exists between the night and the day exists between the woman and the man. The day possesses the power like a man, the night possesses the power like a woman. The beautiful, powerful night’s power, behind daylight power, is revolving the world around. The quiet night is covered with the dew and with the many streams, creeks and rivers, waiting for the daypower’s warm touches_ of love. It’s waiting not for more, and not for less. It is waiting just for the day’s power. So is a woman, waiting, the same as the night, with the streams, creeks and rivers, her warm blood vessels overflowed; her lips, eyes, heart and mind are covered with the warm dew, waiting for manpower’s love. She’s waiting, not for more and not for less, just for manpower, but not for the one which will conceal her own power. From the time the sun sets and until the time it rises, night after night, if the night is unable to heal its own wounds and the day’s wounds, nature will not be able to rest and sleep. Good God, help America on election day, to find and reach the truth and peace. You will help the world. God, we have created more sleeping pills and all kinds of pills, than you have created seeds, and with all of these pills, we are unable to rest and sleep. Why? And, we need more pills, and we are looking for more power and over power. How far and how close are we? America and the world, we are very far, and we are very close. With our newly-made history, we are reaching the highest peak a human can reach. But, what is good about our colors, religions, our children and God’s truth is that from sunset to sunrise, every hour and even at three o’clock in the morning, night, and the woman’s power behind the daylight’s power, is still in power and it is turning this world around. If we would like to, we can criticize God, but we cannot criticize His NATURE. 21st century’s mother nature’s power combined with woman’s power, will reach history at history’s highest peak.
America and the world, it is too soon and too early that we walked away from healthy nature’s power, with some of our LIFE’s studying and education’s power, a power which cannot ripen. In the 21st century, people on this earth live an unhappy life, a life which lacks trust. Some are very confused and some are lost.
As I stare at our world’s puzzle and as I continue to observe America’s Primary day, in the same way that I observe the early morning’s sky, I find that there is one difference. Our old clouds do not move. We are asking very little of our leaders and they cannot offer us more. Because we are asking them very little, and we cannot ask for more, we are insulting the earth’s soil, the sun, the moon the sky, freedom and the health of our entire nature. We are asking for a better life, daily food, but we do not ask and cannot ask for the 21st century’s daily menu. Yes, we are insulting and reaching the highest peak in history that a human being can reach. With our power, processes, and lies, we are reaching over nature’s power, God’s power. Our lies turn and they are still turning into everyday’s very painful life’s truths, and we require more power to stay in power and over power. Time and power are here, the power which is willing to cut a child in half, in order to stay in power and over the power. God, can you help us? This earth’s soil is beautiful and rich and there is enough room for peace, respect and love to live. We live in very predictable days. We are far and we are close. Fathers, manpower around the world, nature, our beautiful women, and tender, beautiful, innocent children are all begging and asking us, just like the sea waves, to reach the shore.
Dad, I still love you, but I could never trust your power which excelled the power. May God rest your soul in peace. In 1943, my father left me as I stood crying on our doorstep hungry, scared and cold. He was a man, and he went to fight other men, like a man. He went to fight a man’s fight, Adolf Hitler’s war, and fight an unknown man, a brother who left someone behind the same way he left me-scared, hungry and cold. My Mother told my Father before he stepped with his foot out of our doorstep, “Vincent, fighting never was, and never will be blessed.” I remember these words as my Mother said them to my Father. God, and many of us know that she was right. World War II’s ashes are still warm. My Father left me and my Mother in two cold, empty rooms. My Mother couldn’t pay her rent and daily, she was grateful for having our good friend, Pete, who never charged her any rent. When we did have food, we always knocked on the wall located behind our headboard, so that we could share a very small, but a very sweet meal with our good friend, Pete. For many long years, ever since my young childhood days, I cut his hair, made him laugh and sometimes I made him very mad. My love for my good friend, Pere Radic, will never die.
My Mother worked on our small farm planting and growing vegetables and fruit trees. She fed all our livestock and very often got down on her knees to scrub our yellow pine floors. She baked her own bread, repaired my old wornout shoes, and mended my old clothes. Through many long days and years, she held me on her warm lap, combed my hair and nourished my tender heart and mind. Fathers of the world, God would punish me if I didn’t tell this world the truth. A woman, my Mother, did everything for me without “fighting,” what my Father could not. Why couldn’t he? She was a woman, and she did possess the power, the same as the nightpower, behind the daylight power, but not “over” the daylight power. All of her “fights” turned into patience, painful pain and warm tears. She converted fighting into a-two way road, an unpaved, blessed, two way road.
Fathers of this world, I don’t believe a genius was born but, I do believe a genius dies. My Mother died a genius. She created, with God’s help and her patience, a beautiful healthy life. How beautiful it is, only life knows. She died asGod’s and world’s life hero. A CROATIAN woman, Marija Fanuka was the world’s life’s hero.
Fathers, how beautiful this world could be, and how we could all die geniuses and life’s heroes! Nothing is more important, or beautiful in this life, than a healthy life and our wives, children and grandchildren, whom we call our family.
My love, my beautiful Nature, every single word you spoke to me is the truth and it will be the truth. Night is a very beautiful and a powerful name to give to a little girl, and Day to a boy. In the 21st century, it will be a very popular and a blessed name. Fathers, THAT which we must, fathers will! Help the night and the day, but not like this. Throughout my whole life, and for close to seven decades, I have lived in fear. It was only for nine months that I lived in peace. A mother’s power, a woman’s power, hid me behind the daylights power, from one sunrise to the next sunrise, every single hour. For the past seven decades of my life, the killing around this world has not stopped. It doesn’t matter who was killed or where; the spider’s web hasn’t yet stopped trembling. A human being, God’s child, was killed, for no reason. During my lifetime, I witnessed how during W. W. II man began fighting one man’s fight, and with shame, he walked away. Truth suffered and it’s still suffering. Man did not have enough power. We need more power, and we accept the woman to help us fight. It’s the biggest truth there can be, that the truth is suffering, and we don’t have enough power to fight. Today, young children are fighting in a war, on our streets, in our schools and they are fighting us, parents, in too many of our homes. The whole wide world’s truth is suffering. Only for nine months did I live in peace, hiding behind the daylight’s power, in a power.
When I was twelve years old, I remember how I observed the lives of many people and the rise of a new city. The lonely farms began to cry. It was a big revolution. I told myself right there and then, “Goodbye freedom and health!”
When in 1962 I landed on the beautiful American soil, I once again said to myself,“Goodbye my love, my beautiful nature, the beautiful health.” In a relatively short time since 1962, the year 2008 arrived, and the world is looking at what it cannot see. We are looking for health and freedom and we are searching to buy organically grown foods. We don’t know what to ask our leaders, and we don’t know what we are purchasing in our stores, but what is good is that night and day are married forever and they are helping all of us. Hillary and Bill Clinton are also married. God help them to forever remain together, and I strongly believe just like the night’s and the day’s power, they will help all of us. America, you are beautiful. Stay beautiful. Don’t rush. The patient ones, are, and always will be, blessed. It is a dark night , as dark as the day could turn out to be. The patient are blessed. America, you are my beautiful second mother, and like every other American, I’d like to give you, and the world, my help on election day 2008, but I don’t have much to tell you about myself. I stepped over my grammar school’s doorsteps, but not exactly every single day. I am a human being, a farmer, a cabinet maker, and I love to write. When I am writing, I am leaning on my love’s shoulders, Nature’s shoulder, and God’s name, the power above all.
America and the world, I am so happy to be able to endorse my love, Nature and God’s name, before 2008’s election day. This is my life’s philosophy and a power between the night’s and the day’s power. This world has changed, and it will change, but the power between the night and the day will not. America , the big Mother of the world, a wife and a mother, a woman’s power, Hillary Clinton’s power, is waiting behind the daylight power and she’s ready to help America and the world. Those who are asking for more, God help all of us, that they don’t succeed helping us with less. My seven decades have taken seven extremely long steps , steps which must be, and will be, healed. Power, an invisible power, for the bare human eyes, combined with woman’s power, will save the world. Lives, “the forever, I love you lives,” please call me and don’t forget to call me a farmer, and a grandpa, and you beautiful children don’t walk away! Walk closer and closer to nature and God’s name.
I believe in God and as much as I believe in God, I believe in good health and honest work. World, can you tell what could have God created before he created health and work? Health and work are very powerful and they’re a huge power, but they’re not a bigger or a smaller power than this world. How beautiful it is that Nature’s reflection is knocking on America’s and the world’s doors. Hillary Clinton, a woman, a wife and a mother, is knocking on America’s and the world’s life’s doors. The cause of this is TIME, the power of nature , which is physically over powering our power. It is a power which could be politically blanketed in the same way that frosty dust of snow could cover springtime. At the same time that Hillary Clinton is knocking on America’s and the world’s life’s doors, horrible diseases of autism, cancer, heart disease, obesity, aids, bird flu and other diseases, as well as the unknown ones, are closing our life’s doors. People of the world, we need help, today, not tomorrow. World, what could’ve God created, before he created health and work? America, can you tell, at our present time, what could Hillary Clinton possibly create, before health care, and before introducing us to a big friend, work? World, health and work are very big and powerful, but they’re not bigger, and they are not smaller than this world. World, these words and Hillary Clinton’s newly made history, like raindrops, will never dry. Drop by drop, they will fall. God could not create NOTHING, before he created SOMETHING. America, what God could not, we can! America, you are holding the world’s key. Don’t make the children, and their great grandchildren cry.
America, don’t be afraid, be happy. The teardrops always were, and still are, blessed. Mrs. Clinton’s tears proved to America and to the world, that her beautiful God’s gift hasn’t been lost. She is able to laugh and cry with tears, in a similar way that the early spring “cries its tears.” How healthy and beautiful this is, and believe me, it is very beautiful and healthy. If spring couldn’t cry with teardrops, the rest of the seasons would wilt and dry up. Nature would dry up. America, world, WE ARE NATURE, and our daily lives require the same pure healthy nature’s powers that the rest of the nature needs. Beautiful, colorful world, a spring without tears would stop nature’s respiration.
I lived through the treacherous days of W. W. II at a time when YOU, more than half of our world’s beautiful people, weren’t born yet. I served a tough Communist army for two long years and I played with guns, bullets, bombs, mines and knives. Eventhough I was only a young boy in 1943, the daily pressures of W. W. II’s life, aided the development of my dreams and wishes, which would one day come true for you, beautiful children and for all of those children who should, and who will be born. 1943 was the beginning of my observations, bondings and playing with nature, the human mind, nature’s power and the human’s powers and weaknesses. It was a power which made me hard as a rock, and yet, soft as butter.
My heart and my mind, so far, possess the same power as my two eyes. Mrs. Clinton’s tears made me cry. I can lie, we can all lie, but our tears cannot lie. We can pretend, but with extreme difficulty. I believe it is unhealthy when one laughs, or cries without any tears. Are some of our heartsso dry? We lose facial beauty and beauty of our minds, if we don’t possess the power to laugh and cry, and I believe that the one best existing medicine in this world which can help both our faces and minds to be beautiful, is a medicine called, LOVE FOR OTHERS. God, as well as many of us, know that this world is extremely thirsty and dry. It needs love and peace. Mrs. Hillary Clinton’s warm heart and her beautiful mind proved to me, and I feel, to the world, that she has enough teardrops to feed America and the world with respect and love. Her heart is warm and it is not dry. Dry rivers, who couldn’t cry with tears? Did you ask Mrs. Clinton, where was her heart and mind, a mind that possesses the quickest speed God could’ve ever created? At that instant, when Mrs. Clinton’s tears broke through her eyes, I saw a beautiful Mother America with a large heart. I saw America’s children, mothers and fathers, as well as the children, mothers and fathers overseas, who were ALL waiting and crying out, for love and peace.
I was THERE, and so were my Mother and my Father. We were THERE, and we waited and cried. We fed the earth’s beautiful soil with our tears. Dry rivers, can you tell the world, who couldn’t cry, and why? How weak, unhealthy and sad could some of us, and our life’s philosophy and psychology be? We may be laughing very loudly, but no one can hear us. Why is that? Perhaps, we should practice crying and praying for one another a little bit more? I feel it in my heart and I strongly believe that the power of pure Mother Nature is waking up, and that God and His nature, the earth’s soil, is unhappy about how it has been treated. The sun is crying, but it seems that by the time its teardrops reach the earth’s soil, they have lost some of their pureness, and they are not clean. If the power of pure nature cannot cross our roads, we, the people, will eventually destroy this beautiful, green garden.
As I am busy writing, most often during the peaceful, deep dark nights, I find myself thinking about and observing the power of Mother Nature and the minds of our leaders. That’s when Pope John Paul the second, comes to my mind. I’d love to endorse his life’s philosophy and psychology to this beautiful, rich earth’s soil. His bottom life’s philosophy, day after day, reached the peak of the top life’s philosophy in a similar way in which each daylight reaches another new day, day after day. He was a great teacher, a great leader and one great human being. His touches, and imprints, his kneelings down and his kisses will forever nourish this earth’s beautiful soil. Pope John Paul was real. He lived with one heart and a beautiful mind, and I am certain he cried with real tears. He did not die with a “dry” heart.
Beautiful Mother America, world, and its innocent children, let’s not be afraid. Let’s be happy. Mrs. Hillary Clinton cries with tears and her heart is not “dry.” The teardrops have always been, and still are, blessed.
Mother Nature is making a turn and the good thing about it is that the four seasons of the year, the earth’s soil, and women, have not yet stopped leading this world. America, 2008’s election day will not only be our election, but it will also be the world’s election for future days. I am looking at our world as it is and I see it as one beautiful flower underneath the sky. It’s a flower composed of many shades of different colors. I see America as a point, a dot, that is the center of this flower’s heart. As I look ahead to the 2008 election, I am unable to walk away from one simple word, HEALTH, because IT is the power between life and death. Election day doesn’t make me worry about death, but it does worry me very much about health.
I have lived through so many election days and big promises. These tremendous promises never took into consideration God, the rest of His Nature, and good, honest work. They were the promises that made me leave my comforting, simple home on the island of KRK in Croatia, where I was born. These sweet, big promises made too many of us leave our homes. God knew how fortunate we were, and, WE WERE fortunate. The “big promises” never succeeded to keep us from work. They were the promises that were so far removed from God’s name, Mother Nature’s power and, good honest work. These same promises turned into a power which has made, and could make, the rich and the poor extremely poor. It was, and still is, a power with one end, a short end.
A few weeks ago, at midnight, the year 2008 met the old year 2007, and they shook hands, the same way a warm spring shakes the hand with the cold winter, saying, “I have no time to waste. I must go to work.” The dark night soon turned into daylight, and so did Mrs. Hillary Clinton’s words. They, too, rose, just at the right time. They were powerful words whose widespread roots touched my heart.
These same type of words caused me to wake up so many times, before the sun rose, when I was just a young boy. I heard the words, “Son, I know you love to sleep, but we must go to work.” May God rest my good Mother’s soul in peace! She was the woman whose voice I heard, and until her dying day I can honestly tell you, she never stopped loving her America and the world. I am my Mother’s son! Mrs. Clinton’s words must have touched and moved my Mother’s grave the same way my Mother, many years ago, touched and shook my old, rickety bed as she repeated her words, “Son, we must go to work.” America, we need to go to work and so do you, world! Both of us, must work together.
I have a vision. I see our world as it is. I see it as a beautiful flower and there are only three words which can help it to remain green and to bloom and blossom. These words are: God, Nature and good, honest work. World, let’s face the rest of the Nature’s truth. We are moving further away from God’s name, the rest of Nature, and good, honest work, not with our new discoveries, but with our new studies and our processes. We are continuously moving on and destroying our own pollination, the one spider’s web __ our world. No matter what we face, or whether we are ready or not, we are facing the power of pure Nature. On 2008’s election day, no matter what we, Americans, wear, a skirt or pants, if we wish to be free, we cannot walk away from God’s name, pure Mother Nature’s power and good, honest work __ our best friend. I cannot tell, and I don’t believe there is anyone who has yet been born, who can tell us, more or less than what the raindrops are telling our world, every time they fall. How intelligent, brilliant, healthy and beautiful it is that we, Americans, as well as the world, are facing America’s election day, and there’s no one in their right mind who can yet criticize God’s name, the rest of Nature, and good, honest work. People, do we all know what we should know, and what we should learn? I ask myself and I ask you, “What is the difference between the power of God, His Nature’s power and good, honest work? I believe God always has the power to say, “I” and so does good, honest work. It possesses the power to say, “I.” We, Nature, possess the power, “We” and only, we, Americans, and we, the world, can send, and bring our world’s soldiers home, and have one world’s beneficial side effect.
Colorful and beautiful world, we, WE, have the power to restore the two bottom world’s life’s steps_ HEALTH and FREEDOM, freedom and health, the life’s peace on this earth. Everything else, even our economy, no matter what it is, must be healthy and good, and it must fall in, just like real love and the pure raindrops. I can almost hear the echoes between the tall mountains saying, “We, We can do it, but not without God, the rest of His Nature’s power, and our good, honest work __ who is our best friend, our best teacher healer and leader, the world’s leader.” Our honest friend, WORK, is always ready to help us all. What is so good about honest work for our world is that it is never too early, or too late to WORK.
On 2008’s election day, no matter what we Americans wear-, skirt or pants, we will not walk away from Nature’s pure power, the earth’s soil, and the four seasons of the year.
I asked myself so many times, “What is the difference between our man’s power and woman’s power?” I came to a conclusion that the answer is NINE MONTHS. Just as the woman’s gestation period is nine months, the earth’s soil also carries and delivers its birth, but physically and mathematically, nine months couldn’t succeed without the other three months of the year. A woman cannot succeed in this matter, without a man. Isn’t Nature beautiful? It is all in one – a very close knit family and successful at its parenting.
Similarly to the four seasons of the year, and the earth’s soil, women have not yet stopped to lead this world. America, I believe and know, that it will not be easy, but we must go to work and “wash” our world. I wonder, if there must be a reason in life why the old year doesn’t ever criticize the new spring.
In my vision, I view a very strong woman, a wife, and a Mother who just like an eagle has powerful eyes. I have a strong belief that she could fly high above the other birds, the tall mountains, the long, wide rivers, and over the deep seas, and land as a dove, with love and peace, continuously search for love and peace. I also strongly believe that we have a great need for God’s name, His Nature’s power and the truth. We can succeed to respect and love one another and live in peace, but by hating one another we cannot succeed and save numbers of numerous lives on this earth. I am looking at the happy days, and the days WILL come. The four seasons, the earth’s soil, and women will lead what hate has not led, and will not lead. The election day of 2008 must, and will, leave behind the new roots of history that are thin as the strands of human hair.
I hope and do pray to God that America and the world, especially the young, innocent people and the children’s wishes, will slowly begin to grow. It might not be easy to aid the world, but God and the rest of His Nature have never said, “It cannot be done.” I ask you, America and the world, can we accomplish our task by using love? I believe we can, simply with love, for our love __ our innocent children, and their children’s future days. God, I am asking you for your help. Please, help our America on 2008’s election day. I know, God, that by helping America, you will help the entire world, and for that you have my full gratitude.
I dedicate this to
Autism Awareness Day
The Power Over the Devil and Manpower
Flies and Walks
Nature, God’s creation, has the power to save the world. It flies and walks directly, and mostly indirectly, over manpower, health and freedom, freedom and health. It walks and flies, but never too far! I wonder if Albert Einstein was ever bitten by the flies. My guess is, probably not, because flies did not wake up this world yet. Nothing is perfect in this world, but insects and flies, fly, land and walk at a perfect time, mostly in the spring and on hot summer days. World, wake up because there are so many life’s reasons! Don’t you feel and see that the 21st century’s big muscles are turning into fat! We made a wrong life’s turn! In our lifetime, the live numbers, one and one, physically and mathematically must be more than two, but they are not. In too many ways they are less, and if we don’t stop destroying nature’s balance, it will not take too many decades before our numbers get very small. World, wake up, and don’t harm anything that flies and walks. Just follow the path of the insects and the flies. They have no secrets to hide. They will be able to open the doors for this world, its nature, freedom and health. Help us to step over our high door life’s steps. Their sensitive noses will be able to discover the old truth for the new world and the future days, the truth where they will not land and walk, and the reasons why. The truth will be there, where they will not walk and land. God, if I am wrong, please tell the world WHO is right! I searched for what I could not find. I discovered only Nature’s truth. God created a huge dish for his Nature and everything is in it that Nature, freedom and health require. It’s a dish which doesn’t need our spices that destroy nature’s balance, as well as ours, and the rest of nature’s freedom and health. The truth will be there, where they will not walk and land, the truth which can change our thoughts and replace toxins and pesticides. Help us to build a life’s economy which is Nature, freedom and health. Save us a tremendous amount of money, and help us make a lot of blessed money. There is not much to say about the devil. The devil is not interested in dead bodies. The devil is happy and he laughs when God’s creation, and particularly, the people, suffer, but he’s never happy nor does he live in peace. Why? A small army, tiny nature, which we, directly and indirectly, succeed to destroy, possesses the power, in the same way as the four seasons of the year. One and one must be more, and not less. Our life’s philosophy and life’s education are withering away and dying with less and less. We don’ t have the breast to feed Nature, and we don’t have the power to lead Nature, but, we, people, possess a great power to help ourselves , and that is our only one life’s turn, and it should be a quick, sharp, life’s turn; – stop destroying Nature’s balance, a beautiful God’s creation.
If I had the power, at our present time, regarding how we live underneath this sun and the sky, the power to take life’s puzzle apart and put it together again, I would ask and trust Albert Einstein’s help, but beautiful people around the world, good God is still with us. We must pray and ask God to help us save this world one more time.
I can still remember so vividly my sad days of WWII when I was a young boy, and I suffered and cried along with so many other people. We all prayed each and every day, and we asked God and America to help us in our desperate time of need. I can still envision, in my mind, all of the times during the early sunrises and the late sunsets how my Mother and I sat by our warm fireplace and begged God and America to send us some relief and help. The fresh days of W. W. II were still on my mind when I received my first Holy Communion, and on that same day when I first received the body of Jesus Christ, I also received my first one dollar bill from my Godfather, Alex. I remember the joy I felt in my heart as I said, “Thank you God, and Thank you, America.” This dollar and I became the best, inseparable friends for the next twelve years of my young, tough and impressionable life. This friend built up my hopes as I carried it with me daily in my old, torn up, empty wallet that once belonged to my father. I made sure that whenever I had it in my pocket, it stuck out and it showed just a bit. Everyone who lived in my town of Croatia “knew” my one dollar bill better than they knew me, a ten year old boy. Then, one day when I got older, this same one dollar bill served the former Yugoslavia’s Communist Army with me for two lengthy years. It always stuck its head out of my big, empty, wallet. It was the kind of a dollar which meant the world to me, and there wasn’t anything in this world that I would have traded it for. My dollar tested and evaluated minds of many people and it discovered the truth for twelve years, as it traveled with me no matter where I’d go. I can tell you America, that “little people” around the world always loved you and they still do, but I am sad to also tell you that you do not have any “big friends.”
In 1961, I carried with me my one dollar bill back to its home, to its birthplace, and to his own mother’s hands. It was then that I once again thanked God and America for all of their help. It was at this time when I first set my foot on the American soil that I knew my wishes and my dreams of so many years have been fulfilled. I was now able to “taste” the beautiful, peaceful life that America offered. At the same time, I was not longer able to live my life with my good friend, the one dollar bill I possessed and carried with me for so many years. This bill woke up my tender mind and aided me to think and learn about life. It was not easy to depart from my good friend and send my first treasured piece of good luck out there to go from hand to hand. As I slowly let go of it, I had fond flashback memories of the day, of the hour, when I had the fortune to receive it in the first place. It was an unbelievable experience for me, and I am unable to express my exact feelings of how lucky I felt at that moment. Only God, my one dollar bill, and I could relate to that special moment, but we all knew how many other people in this world were also waiting and praying to God and America to help them, as well.
On the second day of my arrival to America, and on the second day of walking on the soil of this great land, I began to think about America and the world that’s around us. I remember how I reached into my pocket very slowly, pulled out my wallet and faced my one dollar bill as I said, “Today, before the sun sets, you must go and help the world.” I put my friend back in my pocket and walked down a street where I saw a store. I walked inside and, there, I bought my first pair of something every person could use. Yes, it was underwear. I took out my friend, my one dollar bill, and before I reluctantly departed with it, I kissed it and said, “Now, go out there, from hand to hand and help build their hopes as you once helped build mine.” The dollar left my hand and I was left with an empty wallet, holding a brand new pair of underwear. However, I was left with a hope, and the same wish that the sun expresses to this nature and the world, each day as it shows its face to us.
America, you always possessed certain beauty and you still do. You were able to do what the world could not, and you must do what the world couldn’t and will not do. Not so long ago, you adopted, and the world adopted, what our nature’s health cannot; you adopted a child. Now, this world needs you. It is at our present time, and at a time which our nature faces, that I am unable to separate the American power from God and His nature’s power. No matter how I examine and look at our life, freedom health and the philosophy of life, I cannot, in any way, see how the bottom can be separated from the top. America, you need the world, and, World, you need America and its life’s drops. However, World, please try not to ever squeeze out the last drop, because its taste will be neither sour nor sweet.
I am kindly asking the world not to burry my life’s philosophy, because the soil of that grave may not want to accept it. America, you are the mother of our world. Please, make a sharp turn, as quickly as you possibly can, and no matter what can happen, and will happen, follow God and the power of His nature. You will not fail, in your attempt, to find what this nature is missing, and more importantly, the entire world will follow your footsteps. You, America, have the sole power to do what the rest of the world cannot, and will not do. Save, not only yourself, but also your child, the beautiful world.
World, as I am coming to the end of this writing, I’d like to leave you with my last wish; it is the very same wish that the sun possesses at its daily morning’s rise, “Today is for tomorrow!”
I strongly believe that no matter what we, writers, write, or what the educators teach, it is a food consumed by the mind, and for the mind. My love for writing and art existed ever since the early childhood days when I lived on a farm in Croatia, and this burning sensation grew as I grew. However, my life took me in another direction. It took me to a new faraway land, to a family of my own and, as it seized my hand, life walked with me on the other side of the road. It was a long, uneasy road. I walked down this road and lived with a tremendous load on my mind and in my heart. As years flew by I very often conversed with God and asked him, “God, why am I not writing?” I always made myself content when I thought, “Well, I am sure there must be a good reason for it!” Just the same, each new day greeted me with the beauty of Nature, God’s worldly creation, and I could almost hear it whispering to me, “No, it is not too late for your dreams to come true. Nature’s power and truth is still here, a very predictable future days. It is not too late for you to write. The day will come when you will be able to speed up and catch up to the other existing writers, time, and to some of the writers who are now resting in peace.”
I can recollect the very early times of my life when my writing and illustrating was accomplished, not by the use of a pen and paper or a brush, but simply by my mind. I scripted and drew people’s faces and thoughts in my mind, and my perseverance and beliefs always assured me that I was very fortunate to have a wonderful good friend who will help me how to write and tell me what I should write. I continued observing, enjoying and respecting God’s creation, the many plants and various fruit trees, and His creation brought me to a realization of why I was unable to write in the earlier years of my life, and, why, at the same time I haven’t really lost any time. It was obvious to me that my life developed and grew in the same way that the plants and the fruit trees grow. Plants are unable to have their seeds, and the fruit trees are unable to bare fruits, before it is their time, the right time. This is exactly what has happened to me, as well. I, just as the seeds and the fruit ripen, or should I say, used to ripen, ripened at the right time.
It was not long ago that in the middle of a deep dark night, I was awakened by it. It was then, that I seized a pencil in my hand, and as I held it, I knew in my mind and heart that I was facing God, his Nature, and the many beautiful faces of children who had bright thirsty minds as they were waiting for that sunrise, waiting and waiting for the daylight. As I continued to grip the pencil, I began to have thoughts about some parents, teachers and writers. These thoughts flew through my mind and there was in particular one thought, one life’s very late question, which in reality, I felt was the greatest early life’s answer and that was, “What are our children able to learn so that at the same time they are learning, they can also gain Knowledge?” I knew that I was facing Nature and the waiting children, and as I continued to hold onto my writing instrument, although there were so many existing words, I had a tremendous difficulty to begin writing. However, my inspiration came from within my own heart when I heard myself saying the words, “Help me, God! It was then that I was finally able to put down my “first dot’,and slowly I began to make a line, as I pondered to myself, “Will this line, my written words, change my lifestyle?”
The first eighteen years of my life were wonderful, because most of them were spent, working with my father, in the family fields, under the scorching sun. Yes, it was hard work, but I was satisfied and pleased with my life because it gave me a tremendous happiness to know that I was able to help feed other lives. I asked myself and God, “Can I do it again? As a writer, am I able to feed the human mind with my words, and can I aid my love, the rest of the Nature’s minds, bodies and hearts?” I know that every writer who writes, does so, for a good reason. A writer could have one, two, or more reasons, or it could be because of life itself which compels him to write. My reason for writing is life itself. Some of the written words, as well as the spoken ones, possess the power to turn, and to turn this world around, whereas, others have the power to stop and destroy. I believe there is a major difference between the spoken and the written words. Some of the spoken words that come out of our mouths, can dry up and disappear like the raindrops, while others will remain in our minds and hearts as the first beautiful spring flowers. Some spoken words can also dry up in our minds and hearts and leave a residue that’s similar to a spot of black ink. Written words, I feel, cannot dry up. No matter what we, the writers, write, or the teachers teach, our words are a vital food for the human mind, body and heart. These words should and must, therefore, be sound, “healthy” words. They should possess the same power which is contained within the organically grown food. Remember, health is freedom, but not without health. “Healthy” words are the greatest food God ever could’ve created. They are the healthy, sweet words possessing the power to move a sick person out of bed, and on his feet. We as teachers, healers and writers need to exercise the use of words which can, and should help “wake up” the human mind and help us create a good day’s work and a peaceful night’s rest and sleep. We must, with our words, help prevent, especially the young people, from wasting their sweet lifetime away. They must think, learn and write and participate in reading that will teach them something useful in life, and not just entertain themselves with “nothing,” because this nothing could be much worse than “nothing. Nothing doesn’t exist. However, we can very easily create “nothing,” and as a result have nothing. I believe that we, the people, must be held accountable for irresponsibilities.
May I ask you writers, teachers, healers, young people, parents and grandparents, a very simple, yet a very important question? Why are we allowing ourselves to lose respect for life, freedom and health? No matter what we involve ourselves in, whether we are learning, talking, reading or writing, it all falls into one funnel of life and into one huge world’s bottle of life. No one can escape from it. Each and every person in this world will, and must, take a taste, eat, and drink from it. No matter how we turn or examine this bottle we will find the one truth and, our truths.
I must tell you that before I became a writer, I was an ordinary farmer. I did not study philosophy in school; I simply tasted the nature’s truth which I found in our Nature. I am still able to recall the days of long ago, when I was only a teenage boy of fourteen. Even back then, I found myself worrying about “these days” and their physical existence. However, then, as well as now, I always relied on religion, as a base, to give me a sound, strong and healthy life’s support.
I lived through the treacherous days of W. W. II and I realized even then, when I was a young boy, that once the war ended, we began to change very rapidly. We started to lose respect for our nature, which in turn, is the respect for our life, freedom and health. We began to “feed” our children with less and less each day. We started to quickly build a new history, a quiet revolution between Nature and us, humans. We erected big world’s life pressures, but I fear that we haven’t yet been able to successfully and completely separate the night from the day. Too many of us, however, did succeed to forget the rest of our nature’s language, the one single language. Now our one world is at a standstill, and it doesn’t know how to ask for that which our freedom and health is asking us. As a new writer, I am deeply worried about our many truths. I believe that some of my worries and thoughts were inherited by me from my Mother, because although it was so long ago, I am still able to remember how my Mother always worried about the next approaching year. I can still hear those impressive, repetitive words she uttered to me almost on a daily basis, “Don’t hurt yourself! Tell me what are you doing, and where are you going? Don’t get lost and make sure you’re home early.” I was a young boy then, and now I am a father and a grandfather, and I, too worry! I worry about many truths. I ask you, world, can you possibly tell me, “Who wouldn’t worry and why wouldn’t they worry?
As a writer, I am constantly thinking and worrying about the dilemma, which is, that most of the world may not care to hear, or know, what my wishes are, but I cannot tell what they are not.
I am specifically addressing the children and the young people of the world. What are you doing, and where are you going? Please, make sure you are home early. I am also asking all of the writers, teacher and healers, “Please, help me to write. Help me to plant your words and mind in a similar way in which the skilled farmers spread and plant their organic seeds over their farmland. Help me to plant healthy food for the mind.
