I found this on a friends blog and thought I re post it!!!
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O source of all good,
What shall I render to you for the gift of gifts,
your own dear Son?

Herein is wonder of wonders:
he came below to raise me above,
was born like me that I might become like him.

Herein is love;
when I cannot rise to him he draws near on wings of grace,
to raise me to himself.

Herein is power;
when Deity and humanity were infinitely apart,
he united them in indissoluble unity,
the uncreate and the created.

Herein is wisdom;
when I was undone, with no will to return to him,
and no intellect to devise recovery,
he came, God-incarnate, to save me to the uttermost,
as man to die my death,
to shed satisfying blood on my behalf,
to work out a perfect righteousness for me!

O God, take me in spirit to the watchful shepherds,
and enlarge my mind!

Let me hear good tidings of great joy,
and hearing, believe, rejoice, praise, adore,
my conscience bathed in an ocean of repose,
my eyes uplifted to a reconciled Father!

Place me with ox, donkey, camel, goat,
to look with them upon my Redeemer’s face,
and in him account myself delivered from sin!

Let me with Simeon clasp the newborn child to my heart,
embrace him with undying faith,
exulting that he is mine and I am his!

In him you have given me so much that heaven can give no more.

Puritan prayer from The Valley of Vision

December 12, 2009

Primero los persiguen y  acorralan, después los asesinan. Pasan los años y con el peso de la culpa en las costillas, les erigen estatuas y monumentos a indígenas, negros y colonos. En Florencia hay un monumento a los colonos, carne de ganaderos; en Ciénaga, uno a los negros, masacrados por orden de la United Fruit Co., y en Neiva, uno a la Gaitana, bello, por lo demás. El 18 de abril de 2004 fueron asesinados en Portete, por Jorge 40, 12 indígenas wayuu, y desaparecidos 30. Sólo se encontraron cuatro cuerpos destrozados por motosierras. Se demoraron cinco años no para hacerles una estatua, sino para robarles una de sus joyas culturales: la mochila. Como se volvió elegantísimo que las señoras bien vayan a los cocteles con mochilas compradas en galerías que Salvan el Arte, los gringos le pusieron el ojo a esa original y vistosa prenda. Varias entidades llamadas filantrópicas –United For Colombia, Genesis Foundation, Key for Colombia, Fórmula Sonrisas y Give to Colombia— han dado en organizar una noche de gala en Miami bautizada “BeLive”, que “cuenta con el patrocinio de muchas empresas y la participación de grandes personalidades colombianas y del mundo”. La justificación: recolectar fondos para hacer proyectos educativos y de salud, que no serán cosa distinta a una especie de Caballo de Troya de donde saldrán drogas patentadas, cremas de marca y revistas de modas. Una avanzada de la cultura consumista. Las mochilas wayuu serán las invitadas especiales para ser rematadas en pública subasta. Pero no serán –cosa obvia– las tejidas por las mujeres de la etnia, sino las diseñadas por  Óscar de la Renta, Calvin Klein, Missoni, Amelia Toro y Silvia Tcherassi. Los dibujos originales que representan sus caminos, sus clanes, sus muertos, la vulva de la vaca, los intestinos del burro, el hígado de la tortuga, serán reemplazados por cuadritos, rayitas, bolitas, adornitos brillantes y, por supuesto, llevarán  estampada la firma del autor. Adiós al tejido hecho con fibras de maguey y algodón, a los remates que parecen mandalas, a las gasas con que se guindan, a su peculiar olor a desierto, cabro y trupillo. Un robo cultural, simple y llano. Como tantos otros.

Como el que alguna empresa pirata de modelaje hizo de una airosa niña de los Nukak Makú –un pueblo nómade que ha sobrevivido comiendo en el basurero de San José del Guaviare– para pasearla por las pasarelas junto a esas muñecas de la mafia tan actuales. O como el sombrero vueltiao, tejido originalmente por los indígenas zenú de San Andrés de Sotavento –masacrados por Rodrigo Mercado, alias Cadena– que Uribe convirtió en símbolo nacional junto con los aguadeños  y el poncho arriero que le sirven para disfrazarse en los consejos comunales. Se han hecho ricos los hijos del Ejecutivo vendiendo las manillas de cañaflecha elaboradas en Tuchín, Córdoba, por Don Medardo, también indígena zenú. Abusos como la copia mamarrachuda y clasista que hacen las cadenas hoteleras y los concesionarios de parques nacionales de las mantas arahuacas, los pareos    emberas o las ruanas guambianas.

Coda: Ophra Winfrey es una de las más prestigiosas presentadoras de televisión gringas. Alguna vez invitó a su programa al no menos famoso Tommy Hilfiger y le preguntó si era cierto que él había dicho: “Si yo hubiera sabido que afro-americanos, hispanos, judíos y asiáticos comprarían mi ropa, no la hubiese hecho tan bonita. Yo desearía que esta clase de gente NO comprara mi ropa, ya que es hecha para una clase superior de gente blanca”.  El diseñador respondió con un seco SÍ. Ophra lo echó del estudio. La ley del embudo.

Fuente: El Espectador. Colombia

Trebuie sa crezi in tine, inainte sa poti crede in orice altceva!

You got to believe in yourself before you can believe in anything else!

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We cant belive in everything.

Not everybody have the same believe. We should always listen and respect. But we should never loose our self and belive in everything they say just because we want to be loved or liked.

You, i, they, we cant always think the same about everything in life. What we can do is to trust in our self and not let people make us unsecure. Nobody is better just because he can talk for his cause.

Its easier to just follow the line instead of making your own, in short terms!

Looking back and realizing we did do not what we wanted, but what other wanted us to do is just not so fun. And its then we start to wonder if the easy way was right?!

Often its not, we have to put the feets down once in a while and tell people that we are not a stooge.

Sadly we will always have people around us that tries to limit us and to go the way they want, and they are damn good at convincing that they are god all mighty.

We believe in one God,
the Father, the Almighty,
maker of heaven and earth,
of all that is, seen and unseen.
We believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ,
the only Son of God,
eternally begotten of the Father,
God from God, light from light,
true God from true God,
begotten, not made,
of one Being with the Father;
through him all things were made.
For us and for our salvation
he came down from heaven,
was incarnate of the Holy Spirit and the Virgin Mary
and became truly human.
For our sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate;
he suffered death and was buried.
On the third day he rose again
in accordance with the Scriptures;
he ascended into heaven
and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead,
and his kingdom will have no end.
We believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the giver of life,
who proceeds from the Father [and the Son],
who with the Father and the Son is worshiped and glorified,
who has spoken through the prophets.
We believe in one holy catholic and apostolic Church.
We acknowledge one baptism for the forgiveness of sins.
We look for the resurrection of the dead,
and the life of the world to come.
Amen.

The beginning of this discussion is this link: http://blogthechurch.wordpress.com/2009/10/16/i-believe-what-do-i-believe/

The implications and understanding of Jesus being the Son of God is huge.  The basic truth is “Emmanuel, God with us.”  I like that.  It’s a whole lot more than the idea that anyone is with us.  When someone we love dies, they’re always with us in our memories and emotions, but God is with us in Jesus.  He came to earth, born to a virgin, a miracle of God, and lived and breathed, ate and drank, experienced emotions and everything that we humans have (Hebrews from beginning to end).  God and man in one person.

But the reason God is with us, that he came to earth was to atone (equal to pay for) our sins.  To wash us clean from the sins that we are unable to do anything about on our own.  Transcendental Mediation can’t take care of them, psychological assessments and treatments only mask an eternal problem.  But Jesus came to die for sins.  Yours mine and everyone’s

So, he went to the cross as a sacrifice for our sins.  All the apostles preached Jesus’ crucifixion.  Read every message that Peter and any other apostle preached, read Paul’s life history and Jesus being crucified for our sins is the crux of their message.  The preaching of Jesus being crucified includes his raising from the dead.

You know there are three critical things that are argued about in the church and even the world wonders about.  One is communion, another is baptism and the other is the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus Christ.  They are all related.  So if the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus isn’t true, nothing else matters.  Read 1 Corinthians 15 and see if it isn’t important.  Read Acts 2 and realize it is the most important thing in the world, ever.  If history from the beginning of time to the end of time was depicted as a line (history is linear), the crucial point would be AD 29 (some claim AD 30 and some AD 33 but that time period) would be the pivotal point for that line.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life, John 3:16.

That if you confess with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved, Romans 10:9-10.

A key element to believing in Jesus as the Son of God is believing God raised him from the dead.

If Jesus is not raised from the dead, we’re in big trouble.  Your faith is invalid.  You are lost in your sins without any hope http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2015:12-20&version=NIV .

But he has raised from the dead.  In his life, there is life for you.  Life that is different from the sinful ways that destroy body, emotions, relationships and the spirit.

Next time, before we go to repentance, we’ll examine the evidence that Jesus is alive, again.

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Moving into part 2 we are going to be looking at the word B E C O M E and what each aspect looks like. This will be a great experience for me also. As I go through my own life it is important to look at and even review things I’ve known and studied over the years. It is so easy to forget what we’ve learned, and allow those learned aspects of our heart slip away from us back into believing different things about ourselves. What we ultimately believe about ourselves becomes who we are and how we live.

What it takes to B-E-C-O-M-E YOU

B- Believe – In the power of Grace (God’s undeserved mercy and favor)

Ephesians 2:7-9 (NIV)

⁷in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus. ⁸For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— ⁹not by works, so that no one can boast.

Salvation here is the same as the word “REDEMPTION” or “JUSTIFICATION”. It is the fullness of our salvation as we look into eternity. We complicate redemption so much but it either is or isn’t a gift. It can’t be kind of a gift or somewhat of a gift. It has to be or not be a gift. In our works based society it is hard for us to imagine that God could actually give us a gift with no strings attached to it that involved our eternal state.

However, that is what this verse is all about. Our deliverance, or walking in the fullness of what God has for us in this life is another aspect to our salvation, but in this sense it is a free gift paid for by the blood of Jesus’ sacrifice. All our part is, is to believe it, accept it, and confess him as savior and lord. pretty simple.

But our minds still often get totally in the way when works is all we seem to know. We always want to know what we have to do to keep the gift. But either we are earning it or we are receiving it free. A gift with strings is no gift at all! That is why His love is unconditional.

One concept I like to look at is that if I could give you your dream car at absolutely no cost to you would you take it? You can pick all the options you want and it’s yours. Of course all of us would take the gift. However, what if I told you I was going to check in on the gift I’d given you ever so often and see what condition it was in. The oil must be changed, the car cleaned, and so on. Otherwise, I might take the gift back.  You can have it but you’ve got to keep it clean.

This is the way every religious system outside of God’s Grace works. You never know when you’ve done enough to merit being worthy of it. Your eternity was paid for once and for all and when God sees us he sees righteousness because he sees the price that was already paid for our sins.  SO GET YOUR “BUT” OUT OF THE WAY OF GOD’S GIFT FOR YOU. STOP TRYING TO EARN IT. BELIEVE THAT HE PAID THAT PRICE. THAT’S GOOD NEWS.

A huge part of becoming who we are is becoming aware that once we’ve accepted God’s FREE gift, all of our sins, past, present, and future have been wiped away and we are His children no matter whether it is a good day or a bad day. That is the good news of the price that was paid for us.

So no matter how you feel today remember that you are His child and he says that He loves, accepts, and  believes in you!

Part 3 “Embrace” will be out tomorrow.

Have a great day,

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Many people are judging Obama, leaving both positive and negative comments about Obama being the president of the US. The fact that many people are just not patient enough to wait for “change.” They, including his supporters, are turning their backs on him and losing faith in him. I guess it is quite fair for them to do so since everyone tends to look at their leader and judge with whatever their leader does. His health care plan might not be as good as he planned it to be, or as his citizens wanted it to be, yet. But we all have to wait, it’s not like everything’s gonna change in a short period of time, especially the US is not in great shape recently. Even when the economy’s not improving like all of us want it to, still, don’t just blame it on Obama. I have to admit I don’t know that much, but I know that he’s trying his best. He is the leader, we are the people. We take responsibility as well. Yes We Can once more time?

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No, it’’s not a typo.

Before I continue any further here’s the etymology of the word “believe”, courtesy of Online Etymology Dictionary:

O.E. belyfan, earlier geleafa (Mercian), gelefa (Northumbrian), gelyfan (W.Saxon) “believe,” from P.Gmc. *ga-laubjan “hold dear, love,” from PIE base *leubh- “to like, desire” (see love). Spelling beleeve is common till 17c.; then altered perhaps by influence of relieve. To believe on instead of in was more common in 16c. but now is a peculiarity of theology; believe of also sometimes was used in 17c.

I have always felt that the word believe should be spelt belive.

First, it’s a more intuitive spelling. be + live = belive.

Second, it’s a more accurate description. To believe in something, one must become it and in becoming, live the part according to one’s beliefs. Much like an actor acting out a role, a believer creates his role and then acts it out, i.e. the usage of life to create the basis for belief.

In short: Be it, and live it. Belive.

[ARCHAEUS]

Mihai Eminescu [1850-1889] (The first commentator and translator of Kant in Romanian)

Ms. 2269

(from: Mihai Eminescu, Opere II. Proză. Teatru. Literatură populară, Editura Univers Enciclopedic, Bucureşti, 1999, pp. 284-296.)

English Translation from Romanian © Tudor Georgescu 2001-2004

[284][1] Undoubtedly, there are many things for which is not enough the head of a heavy member of the city council or of a police constable — although these are generally men that get everything. At least when we’re speaking about the expropriation of a hen-farm, about instilling respect in the citizen slayer with false weights, men more handy than the two I know not. Tough, it seems us — it is understood we impose our opinion to no one — that, not counting wrong balances and hen-behavior in the open street, there still exist some things, indeed of a secondary importance, as philosophy, poetry, arts, and all the things which escape the eye of the named gentlemen, but whose existence one cannot deny.

We see that the author wants to begin from a to z. Indeed, world as we see exists only in our brain. No one will deny that is difference between a goose and a dog. The look of the dog is intelligent, he understands of this world a better portion than the goose; these considered both beings have eyes and brains. The world is not as it is, but the way we see it; for the goose as it sees it, for all idem, for a member of the council idem — for Kant [285] idem. But, what difference between the eyes of a pig of the above-understood member and the deep look of the wise of Königsberg.

What is the truth? The one clearly seen by a male goose or that seen as through darkness by Kant? Indeed, it’s a strange thing. The first clearly differentiates the grains of corn from the yellow earth; it surely swims on water, and measures with its eye the distances it can reach and it is not without tenderness faced with a female goose in the epoch of virginity. The second forgets to eat, wanting to jump over a hole he falls inside it, and the virgin or non-virgin beauties pass him without him raising his eyes.

With all these, we consider that the philosopher is wiser than a goose that in the problems of him is more truth than in the certainties of it. A sign that for a great mind all is problem. And for 75 grams of brain all is sure.

It is known that the Pythagorean rule of geometry was called the bridge of the mules. The bridge of the mules you have to pass in every deeper thought is: that we cannot understand the world in itself, and that its explanation is explaining some reactions of our brains and nothing further. The world in itself rests a problem inside which wanders a thinly ray, a sparkle which the deep thinker marks on paper, is being born inside the walls of your head that long resonance that makes you believe than indeed world and life are a dream.

But, as we said, all these are worthless for a member of the council. Life has for him meaning only if he takes the tax for registering in the book of civil service, death for he takes a tax for burial and for one adds one to the number of the born or of the dead. The member of the council sees in these [286] people only imposable individuals, the constable — individuals that must be watched for not stealing one another and for keeping in form.

After this class of people follow the learned of the word. These ask always quid novissimi? The newest book is for them the best. They read a lot and have inside their head a lot of definitions, formulas and words about whose truth never doubt, for they have no time to doubt. I call them of the word because their wisdom consists in words, in the envelopes of thought that their memory keeps, for thinking is an action, a trembling of nerves. As the nerves shake harder, more freely, the more is the thought clear. To them this action, by which the foreign thought repeats itself in their head, does not happen, for the multitude of reading and the fatigue of the brain does not allow it. The read things pass as dead envelopes into the barn of memory, from where it comes to light in the same form.

And me, from my part, I think as follows: whatever would think a man alone, without reading it or hearing it from others comprises a seed of truth. That’s why the old books, which men wrote not for just that, only write them, but also for they thought something which weighs on their heart and they wanted to tell that to the others, the old books I read and find between abstruse things some seeds of light which I remember.

This way I was staying whistling at the open window, it was snowy and nice outside, when I see an old man passing with a long mantle on his back and with the hat of large margins. I see him entering The Ark of Noah. This Ark is a pub where we find good old Hungarian wine. There I had also my sitting tablet for the evening, when I was fed with reading and writing, I went to my tablet in the corner of the ark and it seemed to me that I was child again, that I was in the time of Sam, Ham and Japheth. When, I saw the old man entering I say: “What the heck! This [287] I never saw… let’s see, who is he?” I take my hat form the nail; I descend the stairs quickly and, to the Ark.

I enter inside… the old man — at my table. The Ark was a big room, rounded and dark in which even at daytime there was a lamp lit. The old man was interesting. The hair of his head as white, wholly slim his face, gray eyes, big and deep, then he smelled form far away of tobacco and I always liked the men that smell of tobacco.

I said him good evening and I sat before him, for I was in my right to stay at my table. He rose a little, but said nothing. Then he started to knock the table with his long and thin fingers and he was whistling through his teeth… He was impolite… but now I was silent; for however impolite he was, the aria was of a rare beauty… it was acute as the buzzing of a bee, but it seemed in his mouth laid a virtuoso with a violin, at a length of a palm, and, on a violin as the envelope of almond, he sang thin and nice, you were staying in his love… then he was silent and started again to knock with his long fingers, so his hand seem to me a long spider, the plays.

— Forgive me, Doctor, I was saying closing my coat, but it seems to me that the aria you whistled I heard it somewhere… and I would like to ask you…— The aria you heard in the head of yours, he was telling, when you were licking the boots of Beethoven.

— What do you know if you knew him or not.

— I say unto you: you knew him… I say you were licking his boots, and this is all.

“What the hell! This old man is crazy”, I was thinking.

— What the hell! This old man is crazy, he said winkling his eye and perfectly imitating my voice. Then he followed: Kellner! Hungarian wine five years old, properly closed… Quick. Eh, nephew, he followed, is that your first thought that came [288] to your mind to my answer was:

— “What the hell! This old man is crazy”. You see, that I wanted to know!…The man is like a violin… if you put the finger in a place on the chord, sounds in a way, in another place in another way, but a violin is as the other violin. Today I feel disposed for philosophy and I like that I found you, nephew, for you seem to me an inoffensive man and one who wonders, and wondering is the mother of wisdom.

I was staring.

The old man looked at me and started to laugh.

— Tell me, nephew — if you are able — an impossible thing and an impossible idea.

— An impossible thing is that I licked the boots of Beethoven, that died so many years ago, and an impossible idea is that something would be and would be not at the same time.

The kellner brought the requested wine; the old man filled me a glass and one to him, which he threw up his throat.

Listen, nephew, you are a stupid, he said. Have you ever eard of Archaeus?

— No.

— No? Well, Archaeus is the only reality in the world, all the rest are worthless — Archaeus is everything.

— Heck! Hell with you old man, with all your Archaeus… As I see you’re making fun of me. Who is your Archaeus?

— Psst! Silent, kid… All these in due order. I will tell you soon who Archaeus is, only drink at first your wine glass and hear the following words of the old man.

Impossible thoughts do not exist for, once a thought exists, it is no longer impossible and, if it would be impossible, it would not exist. What is impossible? I will put you a lot of problems. The conditions of every possibility are in our head. Here are the odd laws to which nature have to conform. Here is the ime with its mathematic rules, here is space with the geometric laws, here the causality with its absolute necessity [289] and if you erase these… and a good sleep erases them for a few hours… what feeling rests inside us for this erasing interval? Nothing. And with all these arrive moments in life when these three elements of our mind, these drawers in which we fit a world disappear for a moment… true, as a flash only, disappear partly or in whole and you sit as for a miracle and you ask yourself… so, as the man that believed all he sees is the way it is… for, what means this. When you look at a strange physiognomy the question comes itself: how the hell is this man thinking? But, the lack of one of the five senses, even coming late, modifies radically the world of thought.

— How this? Just Beethoven composed music when he had lost his hearing.

— I knew you’d object this. Yes, Beethoven composes the opera Fidelio after he forgot for a long time the nature of the human voice… he writes music for voices as he thinks these should be and you are confronted with an opera that runs seemingly from your eyes… as looking with the reversed binocular… and you’d see from far, far away, inside the thinking of a man, something strange which you seem not fully to understand, till you notice these are the phantasms of a deaf about the human voice, whose normal nature he forgot or he only had a vague reminiscence about it. But figuring that all men would have in their ear only a reminiscence of a memory like that of Beethoven… all the opera clearly approaches, as you would be looking it with the glass normally put on your eyes… even approaches so that all the scene lies on your head and you hear the opera howling in your desert crane, with bushes, jails, actors, actresses, with all. How would be looking the head of a man that with the light of lamps, with painted veils, all [290] in his head… A whole theatre in which his soul, small in a corner of the hall, is the only spectator.

— Well. But why not believe that the normal being of man is the one expressly made to see the truth?

— Why? For even this normal being is not the one and the same — always will be small differences; although, where the differences are big, we have another world. But let me follow. I don’t know if someone ever dreamed himself elastic…that he may grow, can inflate, can conflate. If such a man would nobody wake him up from sleep, he would live all his life with a real and touched world, for during the sleep you touch as good as awake… this means he lacks not that control, the safest, of reality… And this man would conflate in a potato that would cry to men on the street not to step on him, or he would thin in a bearded English spike with a tall hat, or he would thick as a Bavarian pub owner… he would pass himself through thousands of figures, if he would sleep all his life, it would come not to his mind to doubt that this is his nature, that otherwise cannot be and that all things have to be as they are… If he would wake up before dying, he would think, on the contrary, that he is asleep and he dreams. A world as no-world is possible, uninterrupted by another order of things.

There exist many evil herbs that, bringing a slight modification of the organ of sight create before man another world. A drink prepared of a mushroom magnifies the proportions of things. A big straw as a tree and the man, in reminiscence of the figure he had before, jumps over a straw in the way. A wheat field becomes a golden forest, men become giants and maybe the old story, that before the giants inhabited the earth, belong to the construction of the eyes of then and not on the objective size or, more accurately, by the measure in which our today eye reflects the human beings. Which is the criterion of reality? Let’s not speak more of the eyes… Who knows not the [291] reality, the truth present in our dreams familiar faces, gardens, homes, streets; the ear hears pleasant music and the mind remembers it heard this music before… A friend shows up… he got old, he has some white hairs on his head… the mind compares him with the reminiscence we had on him, and imagination how he was and the real sight how is makes us feel sorry: “How this man changed!”… In a state of madness all ideas have a terrible reality… The man is tortured, put on the cross, beaten, without somebody touching him. The most terrible physic pains tear apart the soul and marks his face… on the contrary, real pains in our sense find him without sensitivity… We have no criteria… We know not if we know something… We believe it, for others believe it, for it is an all-ruling norm and that not because the world would be as we figure it, but for man resembles man more or less… Maybe they say that this odd man has no right when he says something? What do you argue against him?… With the argument that the others say just as you, that it is not so? With what right? The value of his view is the same with the value of our view… only his is isolated, while ours finds another one, molded on the same mold. But he is a dreamer! Well. Who? Him or we? This is the question… Maybe us we do nothing else than dreaming one way or the other…

— But well… we see the world.

— He sees it too.

— But we touch it.

— He touches it too. With what right our mode of seeing be the true one and his the fake one? For what is not the reverse? We are mad or he is mad… this is the question. And only if we think how different was the view of men in other centuries, that what to us seems strange to them seemed natural, that in every unknown thing we have only a form under which another man’s forehead saw a very high thing, then we come to ask [292] which the criterion of the sound mind is? A mind that today approves what it disapproved yesterday, which disapproves what it approved; a mind we see thriving each century with paradoxes…

— How, of paradoxes?

— Yes! For only tell a man that just got out of the envelope of nature that the Sun sits and Earth revolves… he would find it irrational, paradox, against sane mind… Tell him the stars are that many worlds… he would find it a paradox.

— But this is the truth.

— The truth? As you want… The way they disappear, how they slowly become unsound the theories of movement when we suppose all that imposes through itself… that space is endless!… Where’s the movement if the space is endless?…Earth went a bit… Well… Above and under it is still the same space, for it is endless… this means that what it walked, for it walked nothing, for everywhere it sits in the same place, in the same centre, in endlessness, and if it would stay and if it would move, still the same would be… Which is the criterion of its movement? Even our senses, and this visionary sensor, so its movement is unthinkable without putting in it all of our being. The earth wanders as we wander in a dream. We reach far away, but we are still in the same place… Neither after and before, neither grew nor lessened the distance — for it is infinite.

— But time?

— Oh, this cursed time, which is when long, when short, after all being the same; at least the watch says it… When somebody waits in the winter to the gate of a mansion his beloved… and she does not come… what’s time? An eternity. And when somebody reads a beautiful book… thousands pictures pass before our eyes… what’s time? A minute. Who never had a whole novel in his mind for whose normal reality he would need a lifetime or a whole youth?… In a dream he [293] can have in a night the whole life of a man. And why of a man? Why not of all that revolve around him? And in how much time? In seven or eight hours. But is that a tragedy or a comedy something else than that? And, indeed, if such a man interests you, you notice not the time passing. If we take the criterion of normality, we erased all the exclusivism of a conventional possibility and of size and we put instead it one of the same pertinence.

They we no longer say: only this is possible and only this way is possible, but we say:

After all our head is worth, it is so… but the devil knows if it could not be a thousand fold otherwise…

— What a strange idea about life!

— Think of an old manuscript, with oily pages, in a corner of a drawer… a comedy, for example. The theatre manager, in trouble, finds it, reads… reads… knocks his fingers… “This is good!”… And this way you notice on stage a living icon of life… the public laughs, actors mimic, and all these like before… of a hundred years. Then you’d want to say that either the public or the theatre is two hundred year apart, or that the script is new. Where’s the time? When you turn the binocular, they seem in an abnormal length… A man born with the binocular on his nose would run all his life after his nose, to reach it, and this would be very natural… Where’s space? That’s why when we hear the trumpet of great truth, which presents them with that amount of self-consciousness, to smile and to say: Words! words! words! Let’s listen stories, for they at least make us live the life of other men, mix our dreams and our thoughts with theirs… In them lives Archaeus… Maybe the story is the most beautiful part of human life. With stories the world is enchanting us, with stories it makes us sleep. We wake up and we die with them… Have you ever heard the story of king Tlà?

— [294] Never… But I’d first want to know who Archaeus is?

— Hm! How the hell to tell you if you didn’t got it already. Fellow! With all the changes that a man wants in his person, he still would want to rest himself… his person. I knew people that wanted to be more beautiful (how many women!), more decent (how many statesmen!), more genial (how many writers!), I knew some that wished they be Caesars, in whom the glory dreams of the whole world rested… but they wanted to be still themselves. Who and what is that he or I that in all changes of the world would want to still rest him? This is maybe all the mystery, all the enigma of life. Nothing he would want of what he has. Another body, another mind, another physiognomy, other eyes, to be different… only to be just him. He would want to change in thousands other faces, as a chameleon… but still rest himself. Abstaining from the wish of this remembering, each and everyone has his wish fulfilled,… for is indifferent for he who does not want the memory of identity, if he is he or is not him a king. He is the king, if he does not make the pretense to be himself… It is another body, another mind, another position, only he is not you. Eh, have you perceived what Archaeus is?

— Not. Less than at any other time.

— It is not easy to perceive — for he is eternal. And eternal is all that is always present…, in this moment. Not what was there, for states of matters were, not what will be, for again there will be states of matters. What is. Only if the time would

stay put we would clearly see what’s eternal… Only in a point in which would be born a moratorium between life and death, for world is only a payback towards life, an eternal cashing on the side of death. And this turn is the mother of time. Without

this, the sum of what truly exist would be to be seen everywhere we would know what

is a-temporal.

— [295] What is the use of these expositions if I still don’t know who Archaeus is?

— Hm! You are heavy headed. When somebody thinks that the unimportant size of human body stays not in a rapport with power, with immensity of will (think of Napoleon), as man is only the occasion, often weak, only a breath, for terrible passions, when you think that the bearer of these passions may at any moment become an envelope, as a vessel which the wine broke, then when you see that one and the same principle of life germs in thousands of flowers of which the most fall down half way, few remain, and these few finally have the same fate, then you see that the being in man is immortal. It is one and the same punctum saliens that appears in thousands of people, unveiled of time and space whole and undivided, moves the envelopes, draws them, one towards the other, it quits them, forms some new ones, while the meat of its sketches appears as a matter, as an Ahasveros of forms, that makes a journey that seems eternal.

— And it is indeed eternal.

— In any man the spirit of Universe tries itself again, forces itself, raises as a new ray from the same water, somehow a new assault towards heavens. But it stops in its way, true that very different here as king, there as beggar. But with what helps the envelope the minuscule bug that is stuck in the wood of life? The assault is the youth, staying in the road — deception, fall of experienced animal — oldness and death, the men are problems that the spirit of the universe puts itself again, their lives — trials of answering. The long torture, the eternal rush for unknown does not resemble the avidity to find out the answer of a curious question?

— But to me it seems that where a problem is, there is at the same time its solution.

— [296] Yes, Kant. But men rest questions, sometimes comic, sometimes dumb, and sometimes full of meaning, sometimes barren. When I see a man’s nose, I always want to ask what searches this nose in the world?

“I am the resurrection and the life. Whosoever believes in me, even if they die they will live”

“Eu sunt invierea si viata. Cine crede in mine, chiar daca ar muri va trai!”

So how should we live in the light of this truth? What is it that we consider the worse thing that could happen to us? Death right? I mean we can recover from most things in some way of another, we can go on even if we are debilitated and damaged, but we consider that we are done for when we die. Death is the end of life here as we know it. Yet Jesus tells Mary and Martha at the tomb of they brother that He is the resurrection and life. That even if, and as one of my professors used to say, death is the surest statistic 100% of 100 will die, if we die, if we believe in Him we will live. We will be with HIM for eternity in a place where life is truly life and death is no more. So how should that make us live? i won’t tell you, u can comment on it!

Deci cum ar trebui sa traim in lumina acestui fapt? Care este lucrul pe care il consideram ca ar fi cel mai rau din cate ni se pot intampla? Moartea, nu? Adica, ne revenim, mai mult sau mai putin din cele mai multe lucruri, chiar daca suntem lasati incapacitati si defecti, cu mari probleme si daune, dar consideram ca moartea ne este sfarsitul. Moartea este sfarsitul vietii asa cum o stim noi. Totusi Isus le spune Mariei si Martei la mormantul fratelui lor ca El este invierea si viata. Ca chiar daca, si asa cum spunea un profesor de al meu, moartea este cea mai sigura statistica, 100% dintr-o 100 mor, murim vom trai. Vom fi cu El in vesnicie intr-un loc in care viata este chiar viata si unde moartea nu mai este! Deci cum ar trebui sa ne faca lucrul acesta sa traim? Nu va spun eu, va las sa comentati voi!

TODAY’S VERSE
“I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you and watch over you.”
Psalms 32:8 (NIV)

“The watchman opens the gate for him, and the sheep listen to his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.”
John 10:3 (NIV)

TODAY’S THOUGHT
Jesus said to those around Him, “believe in God, believe also in me”. But he never intended our belief in Him to be exclusive from following Him. God has promised to instruct us, teaching us the way to go, but we have to go, we have to follow. Jesus used the parable about sheep and their shepherd. The sheep respond to the voice of their shepherd and follow him. Likewise, we can say we believe in Jesus but the real proof is doing what He says. Today, listen to His voice and follow Him.

TODAY’S PRAYER
Father, thank You for teaching me. I believe in You so please help me do what You say. Give me the courage and strength to follow You.
AMEN

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Dios, esta preview lleva tiempo por internet pero aún no la había escuchado x_x. Apenas son 20 segundos, pero no puedo dejar de escucharlos. Es super super adictiva. Pero es que …. ¡ME ENCANTA! Dios, es tan upbeat… me recuerda a “happiness”, pero mucho mejor. Espero que venda 400k en la primera semana (L)

Descarga Belive (preview)

“”Believe / Kumori Nochi, Kaisei”, el nuevo single de arashi, previsto para el 4 de marzo, será lanzado en tres versiones distintas:

* una regular de solo CD

* otras dos limitadas de CD+DVD.

El tracklist es:

1.      Believe/ Arashi
2.     Kumori Nochi, Kaisei/ Kenta Yano starring Satoshj Ohno
3.     UNTITLED/ Arashi
4.     Believe (Original Karaoke)
5.     Kumori Nochi, Kaisei (Original Karaoke)
6.     UNTITLED (Original Karaoke)

Las versiones limitadas vienen uno con el PV de Belive y la otra con el de Kumori Nochi, Kaisei

Al parecer “Kumori Nochi, Kaisei” es un solo de Ohno para el nuevo dorama en el que trabaja o_o

¡Tengo muchisimas ganas de escucharlo! ¿por qué tengo que esperar hasta marzo?

Por cierto, ¿sabeis contra quien compiten? Contra Koda Kumi xD

Creo que el #1 está asegurado con mas de 300k para Arashi xD

Well Arashi is pretty much famous around Asia, but move on with the story. By the way that’s a short preview.

Arashi are releasing two new singles. “Belive” is going to be used as a theme song for Sakurai Sho’s upcoming movie called “Yatterman”. The release date is going to be on February 25th.

Arashi’s second single is for the upcoming drama “Uta No oniisan”, which is coming out on January 16th. This new song is titled “Away”. There isn’t an official release date yet, so stay tuned!

Los chicos de arashi nos van a volver a hacer felices ya que ya hay dos single anunciados. ¡Dios!. ¿Más singles? ¿Cuántos singles más van a sacar antes del album?. Bueno, en cuestión los singles serán:

“Belive”: Que será lanzado el 25 de febrero (que será usado para el dorama protagonizado por Sho, Yatterman)

“away” : será usado para el nuevo drama de Ohno, y que aún no tiene fecha de salida.

¡me muero de ganas!

En aquellos tiempos cercanos a la prehistoria en los que no teníamos acceso a Internet, acceder a la música no era tan fácil como ahora. Esta afirmación de abuela (pronto será equivalente al “con una peseta yo compraba pipas-iba-al-cine-al-teatro-montaba-en-tiovivo-y-todavía-me-sobraba” de nuestros mayores) no sirve de introducción a una queja de lo poco que ahora se valora la música y todos esos discos que no escuchamos porque somos incapaces de asimilar tanta información, que puede que también. No.

Esta vez sirve para recuperar uno de los grupos que más me gustaban en aquellas épocas, antes de Internet, las descargas masivas, los hypes (aunque también había), Youtube y toda la información al alcance de tu ratón. La banda de marras eran K’s Choice, un grupo de Bélgica formado por dos hermanos, Sarah y Gert Bettens, junto a Eric Grossman, Jan van Sichern Jr. y Koen Liekens. Según Wikipedia, vendieron discos de oro y platino e incluso llegaron a aparecer en la serie Buffy Cazavampiros. Wow.

K’s Choice sacó 4 discos desde 1993 hasta el año 2000, además de recopilatorios, discos en directo y ediciones especiales para su club de fans, que por lo visto debía de ser bastante numeroso. Fuera de España, quiero decir, porque en mi entorno sólo recuerdo a un par de amigas que también les conocían y además, les gustaban.

El estilo del grupo es pop-guitarrero-con-toques-folkies o etiquetas similares. Ahora en algunos momentos me chirrían un poco, pero hay canciones que sigo considerando unos temazos. Quien tuvo, retuvo ¿no?.

“Belive”

“Everything for free”