GHA Project #3 Gallery

GHA Project #3 Gallery


My friend, the green ecco architect from Cape Town, Etienne Bruwer,  has a plan

Du holde Kunst: Search results for versindeniet

Every day, a new story reach me. They come from people at all places; earth, sky, ocean, and often from cyber space, which I like to call Heaven's Little Sister. is so heavenly populated with wonderful people. Today I discovered Sergio Baldelli and his blog: Du Holde Kunst, when searching for the lyrics of this wonderful song by Schober, and its beautiful music written by Schubert. Well, Sergio is a guy who has the abbility to open windows to words which can heal the heart. He also knows something of healing. I don't know the man at all, but I know he is part of this planet on which I live. My planet hasn't got a name yet, but the name will come. It is a planet where the heart is strong; it can endure many things because it is filled with the solace of words like that of Du Holde Kunst. Sergio translated it into English and you could have alook at the meaning if you cannot follow the German below:

AN DIE MUSIK

Du holde Kunst, in wieviel grauen Stunden,
Wo mich des Lebens wilder Kreis umstrickt,
Hast du mein Herz zu warmer Lieb entzunden,
Hast mich in eine bessre Welt entruckt!

Oft hat ein Seufzer, deiner Harf' entflossen,
Ein süsser heiliger Akkord von dir
Den Himmel bessrer Zeiten mir erschlossen,
Du Holde Kunst, ich danke dir dafür!

Words have the ability to heal, to uplift, to strengthen. They can also wound and rip our souls apart. So too with music. It depends on many things; how the musical tones fit together or form harmony or disharmony. And it depends on ones own taste, I'm sure. Or the kind of music one grew up with. Yet sometimes one hears sounds which touches ones soul so deeply it almost forms a vehicle for the soul, like a magical carpet to carry you away.

Such music I love; and for that, fairest art, I thank thee!


Here is a gift of where two voices blends as one in perfect harmony: ein süsser heiliger accord
http://youtu.be/BxwzzB32dmM

Words like stones

Why would it have been neccessary to 'turn stones into bread'?

In olden times, when there were no machines, but people were beginning to understand the way of the world; the way in which we've come to live today in overdrive, they knew there had to be a system of vissible exchange for things they wanted, belonging to someone else. The bartering system must have worked well, but often one of the 'bartererers' were unhappy with his or her exchange of goods. So, I can immagine, a system of 'equality' had to be thought of.

Who knows what made the entrepreneurs of those days think of inventing the monetary system, as I'm sure that is what it must have been when someone got the bright idea of using stones as payment. These stones were just lying around in any case, no one had any use for them, because stone houses were definitely not thought of at the time.

So there, someone paid with a stone or two for services rendered, and voila: the system of payment was discovered. Soon the artists amongst those cave dwellers had the idea of pretifying them stones, even made small carvings on them as time went by. Not long before the stones got 'designed' and made smaller to fit into the equivalent of a handbag, belonging to the shoppers of those days. This must have been part of Ahriman's plan all along; a neat way of getting most earthlings subjected to submissiveness by striking on this handy little tool. A stone - of the earth - used as trading matter. Stones for skins, stones for tools, stones for food; food for thought hey?

But Christ was not of this earth, Rudolf Steiner reminds us. He was born to earth but a pure man. He had no comprehension of what it was too turn stones into bread. The law which was set for man after he and his wife ate the fruit from the tree of knowledge, was that they would learn to know pain and would have to work hard, but man's clever ways brought him to recognition that there could be stones, even for work done. Thus man learnt how to turn stones into bread by working for a salary

It is indeed true, there is nothing new under the sun . . .

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Die item wat ek op my facebook blad geplaas het, is deur Isabel Allende en dis 3 jaar oud. Hoe is dit moontlik dat ons nou eers daarvan bewus raak? Is dit omdat die soort praatjies verswyg word? Is dit omdat sy die waarheid praat? Wat is fout met ons almal, ons vroue wat klets in ons sitkamers en kombuise? Hoekom maak ons nie soos sy sê en staan op van ons fannies en rol ons moue op en gaan plant ook bome en sny rapists se tools uit hulle lywe nie? Hoekom maak ONS nie elke dag in ons eie omgewing die wêreld 'n goeie plek deur net te doen wat moontlik is nie - hoe klein ook al? Elke goeie daad, is soos een enkel kersie wat in 'n stikdonker kamer aangesteek word: lig tot in al die hoekies van die kamer.
Ek weet nie hoe en wat nie, maar enige iemand met idees kan my kontak, want saam kan ons 'n verskil maak Mag my woorde harte bereik wat omgee en hande wat kan werk en ore wat hoor en monde wat sal praat
Isabel Allende het my al jare lank betower met haar stories, nou inspireer sy my tot meer.
Ek hoop ook vir almal wat hier lees.

(volg asseblief die link na facebook - ek weet nog nie hoe om dit op my blog te plaas nie ☺)

Blue Moon

Blue Moon

Above you will find a lovely site by Michael Myers about the moon and other delicate heaven places where you might also meet the man in the moon . I place this and another site about moon songs by Cheryl Robertson, specially for you to feast on as the moon gets 'bluer' and the night gets longer .

You will learn that the blue moon is not blue, but that the saying is true; once in a blue moon, as this sort of moon only occasionally appears -i.e. the 2nd full moon shortly in he wake of the previous one. While you are there, go look at Micheal's lovely photos, and listen to the songs.

Thanx to Michael and Sheryl.

While we're at it, let me wax a little lyrical about the moon and such wonders. Just imagine, when lovers are apart, they could still meet wherever they are under the same moon; it brings them together - so to say - in the same light.

The moon keeps in herself so much wonder that it brings us an unknown yearning when following her path through the skies, or when we watch the way in which she lights up our wold. It brings both sadness and joy. Goethe wrote this beautiful poem about her:

Dem aufgehenden Vollmonde

Willst du mich sogleich verlassen?

Warst im Augenblick so nah!
Dich umfinstern Wolkenmassen,

und nun bist du gar nicht da.

Doch du fuehlst wie ich betruebt bin,

blickt dein Rand herauf als Stern!

Zeugest mir, dass ich geliebt bin,

sei das Liebchen noch so fern.

So hinan denn, hell und heller

reiner Bahn in voller Prach
Schlägt mein Herz auch schmerzlich schneller

Ueberselig ist die Nacht

It is so; for all of us around the world, the moon keeps a kind of watch over us. She symbolises the growth of our souls in its waxing and waning. In her rhythmical appearance and disappearance, she teaches us something about our own lives; how we would become and become undone - just to start anew.

This is also true of every old years eve and new years day. There is indeed a chance for new beginnings. Because we are human, and so far removed from the world of sun, moon and stars, we forget that we have powerful help available from the heavenly beings, known as messengers. They, aka angels, come closest to the earth in the hour between midnight and 1:00.

They listen to us, hear our sighs and our songs. They feed on our thoughts, especially if the thoughts carry love and hope. If one is to express ones wish for the year ahead in clear sentences, and remember to keep the ego and all commercial longings out of this wish, but delight with the angels in the fact that we need one another, we will discover a joy that can be carried throughout the coming year, for as long as we remember the wish. It is a step of moving closer to the worlds where we came from, and will be going to when our task on earth is done.

Maybe this sound very simplistic, and yet, it deeply reverberates through our lives and those of the sages. The same very wise Goethe also wrote:

Und solang du dass nicht hast,

dieses: Stirb und Werde!

bist du nur ein trueber Gast,

auf der dunkle Erde

As long as you don't have this: Dying and Becoming! You will remain a sad Guest on the dark earth.

We are but guests here on our ever more darkening earth. May we treat mother Earth as we would treat a hostess. May we stop worrying about big words and important names, and remember, that love means caring, and caring saves. Caring for each other, and caring for everything around us.

For the year 2010 I would like to wish you all, that the words of the prayer from St Francis' of Assisi might carry you through darkness and light.

Go google

Oh, and a happy new year too . . .

Blue Moon

Blue Moon

WE ARE THE MUSIC MAKERS - a reminder

We are the music-makers,

And we are the dreamers of dreams,

Wandering by lone sea-breakers,

And sitting by desolate streams.

World-losers and world-forsakers,

Upon whom the pale moon gleams;

Yet we are the movers and shakers,

Of the world forever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties

We build up the world's great cities,

And out of a fabulous story

We fashion an empire's glory:

One man with a dream, at pleasure,

Shall go forth and conquer a crown;

And three with a new song's measure

Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying

In the buried past of the earth,

Built Nineveh with our sighing,

And Babel itself with our mirth;

And o'erthrew them with prophesying

To the old of the new world's worth;

For each age is a dream that is dying,

Or one that is coming to birth.

Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy

(from poemhunter.com, thanx for you great work)