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)

WHERE ARE THE MUSIC MAKERS

Impressario has been and gone. Everywhere - well, here and there - sounds are made to honour that dedicated band of true artists; the actors, painters, singers of songs, all creative doers who keep our dreams alive, but not nearly e nough sounds.

It seems as if our lives have been taken over by the warriors. Those strong ones who entertain us like ball throwing gods; the players of rugby, soccer, tennis, cricket, etc.etc.etc. All of them externalising their creativity with brute force, pitching, kicking, slamming, fighting, screaming. While what a lot of us need is the healing showing, telling and thinking of internalising artists whom, through their insights, draw us to our own inner landscapes.

These artists, however, are not warriors, although a lot of them have to w(a)rry a lot about the things most of us worry about. The things real warriors do not have to worry about. They are the kind of people who were employed by kings and other patrons in the long forgotten past, as if belonging to the 'family'. And this is how it should still be done today, especially today, in a world which has become grossly materialistic.

The present Patrons of the Arts should belong to those creative guys who make the only currency they think of as worth mentioning: money. A lot of these 'moneymakers' are in tune with quality, good taste, so to say; la bella vita. To employ an artist, whether it is an artist working in visual arts, music, theatre, etc., there is need for a businessplan and a salary, a contract with deadlines, a budget and all the neccesary parafernalia which such a moneymaker normally use in his or her company. Therefore not a 'plan in the air', but a solid project with a win-win outcome.

As I am not a moneymaker, of course there will be hidden issues I don't know anything about, but someone could come up with this plan, try it out, make it work and make it public. It might be a worlwide first, even though many artists have patrons and or donors who support them, but how many of these artists are permanently employed in this way? And could it be done?

Where are these brave money makers? The creative souls who know how to create space for the 'dreamers of dreams', their own dreams and ours?

Impresario - Die Inleiding

Tussen programme waarvan ek nie altyd die sin verstaan nie, wag ek week na week vir die helder oomblik wanneer die tikmasjien en nou bekende deuntjie aankondig, Impresario gaan begin. Ek wonder soms wat dit is wat my vasgenael hou voor die skerm, waarop een na die ander van my helde en ook vriende, of al die bekende gesigte waarmee ek groot geword het en ja, die rolmodelle van my jeug verskyn. Groot geeste almal, party selfs groter as die lewe, maar ek vind geen antwoord op die vraag nie. Tot nou; tussen aankondigings van Tossels en Tuine en die Boer wat vrou soek, hoor ek dit.

Op sy immer verfynde, doodgewoon eenvoudige tog diep spirituele manier antwoord Tobie Cronjé op ʼn vraag: “Ek sou verheldering wou bereik.”

Miskien is dit nie die volle waarheid nie, miskien is daar ook ander fasette van die reis na binne, die soektog na begrip, na betekenis, maar waarskynlik is dit ten laaste die beste verduideliking van hoe mens sou moes word aan die einde van ʼn lewe, ʼn beroep, ʼn speelvak dalk? Verheldering – die gawe wat ʼn goeie akteur bring aan sy of haar gehoor. Die insig in ʼn eie lewe soos gesien deur die akteur se interpretasie van die dramaturg se woorde en die regisseur se leiding. En wanneer die drie dinge kohesief saamwerk, dan kry jy dit weer: verheldering.

Om weekliks deel te word van Impresario se dokumentering van die Afrikaanse teatergeskiedenis bring mens by ʼn besef van die kanniedood gees wat hierdie volk nog steeds ʼn Mag maak om mee rekening te hou. Nie net deur in beelde aan te dui hoe beide toneel en filmwese hier gegroei het in so ʼn kort tyd nie, maar ook deur die kyker van vooraf bewus te maak van die baie buitengewone stories wat vertel word, oor die rykheid van mense in ons land: oor hul oorloë, of geloof, hul verlies of oorwinnings hul uithou en aanhou teen alle oordeel in. En oor hul liefde vir hierdie land, selfs die wat hom verlaat.

Dat so min mense weet van hierdie venster op die Afrikanervolk in sy ware hoedanigheid is miskien nie so onverklaarbaar nie. Dis dalk deel van die mea culpa negatief waardeur ons gegesel moet word. So asof ons nie die reg het om trots te wees op die groot geeste in ons verlede nie – nevvermaaind die hede. Dit verstom my dat hierdie program afgewater is tot ʼn skamele halfuur op die dooie kyk tyd van ʼn Sondagaand tussen wat ook al en Jukebox en dat die enigste bemarking dié is wat deur akteurs en bowenal Impresario se eie produksiespan gedoen word. Ek sou wou hê dat vliegtuie met baniere vlieg, dat elke taxi, bus en trein, baisikel of woestynkameel die legende dra, dat Impresario aangeteken staan op rugby stadions waar dit die heeltyd afwissel met name van relevante produksies wat tans iewers (liefs oral) speel.

Ja speel, ek verkneuter my dikwels aan die feit dat akteurs en sportlui al mense is wat speel; hulle wat veel harder ‘werk’ as die deursnee ‘werker’ van watter aard ook al. Stel jou voor kantoorwerkers repeteer heeldag (of nag) hoe om die aksies perfek uit te voer, die telefoon met goeie projeksie in verstaanbare Afrikaans te beantwoord en te weet wat ‘the show must go on’ beteken . Of dat enige ander ‘werker’ deur geheel het volk verguis sal word as sy die stempel wat sy op die papier moet ‘druk’ net so effentjies oor die kantlyn druk. Of as hy mik vir die opening en dan skeef verby sy eie spesifieke pale stuur? Natuurlik verdien spelers geld vir hulle spelery, veral rugbyspelers. Maar toemaar, atlete verdien applous wat hoeka tot in die hemel gehoor kan word, want hulle verhelder die hartseer en wys die mensdom sy eie dieptes of vlaktes …

Ek kan my voorstel dat hierdie reeks ʼn noodsaaklike onderafdeling kan word van enige teateropleidingsfasiliteit. Dis goed vir kunstenaars om te sien waar hulle storie begin het, maar dis ook goed om die woorde te hoor wat jou as kyker soms laat regop sit; iets soos om verheldering te bereik en dan te wonder of dit iets is wat mens vir jouself sou kon waar maak.

Die Afrikaanse Teater- en Filmwese het dikwels in die verlede daardie momente van verheldering gebring; Impresario bring dit opnuut elke Sondagaand om 20:00 op Kyknet. Dit word herhaal op Maandae om / op Dinsdae om / op Woensdae om / op Donderdae om / op Vrydae om / op Saterdae om maar dan meng dit natuurlik weer in met die spelers op daai ander veld.

Asseblief mense gaan kyk tog net, en neem dan deel aan die Groot Gesprek oor Teater/toneel/musiek/sports (of sport as jy wil maar moenie my oorneem nie want rugby het in die land genoeg speelruimtes☺

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