Autor: Danijel Turina
Datum: 2009-10-30 12:33:26
Grupe: hr.soc.religija,hr.alt.magija
Tema: Re: Vasa svest kasni do pola sekunde za vama !
Linija: 81
Message-ID: hceiu8$fsa$1@solani.org

Thorien Kell wrote:
> Bozo Juretic wrote:
> 
>>> Volio bi čut koji citat za primjer.
>> Bahati majmune, odi na internet pa traži, barem su iza Vivekanande
>> ostale knjige i knjige.
> 
> 
> Ne shvaćaš, volio bi čut citat kojeg *autor* smatra da je "silovit, fokusiran,
> pogađa bit stvari" itd.

Ma je li, a što bi još volio?
Evo ti jedan primjer:

There was a poor man who wanted some money; and somehow he had heard 
that if he could get hold of a ghost, he might command him to bring 
money or anything else he liked; so he was very anxious to get hold of a 
ghost. He went about searching for a man who would give him a ghost, and 
at last he found a sage with great powers, and besought his help. The 
sage asked him what he would do with a ghost. "I want a ghost to work 
for me; teach me how to get hold of one, sir; I desire it very much," 
replied the man. But the sage said, "Don't disturb yourself, go home." 
The next day the man went again to the sage and began to weep and pray, 
"Give me a ghost; I must have a ghost, sir, to help me." At last the 
sage was disgusted, and said, "Take this charm, repeat this magic word, 
and a ghost will come, and whatever you say to him he will do. But 
beware; they are terrible beings, and must be kept continually busy. If 
you fail to give him work, he will take your life." The man replied, 
"That is easy; I can give him work for all his life." Then he went to a 
forest, and after long repetition of the magic word, a huge ghost 
appeared before him, and said, "I am a ghost. I have been conquered by 
your magic; but you must keep me constantly employed. The moment you 
fail to give me work I will kill you." The man said, "Build me a 
palace,", and the ghost said, "It is done; the palace is built." "Bring 
me money," said the man. "Here is your money," said the ghost. "Cut this 
forest down, and build a city in its place." "That is done," said the 
ghost, "anything more?" Now the man began to be frightened and thought 
he could give him nothing more to do; he did everything in a trice. The 
ghost said, "Give me something to do or I will eat you up." The poor man 
could find no further occupation for him, and was frightened. So he ran 
and ran and at last reached the sage, and said, "Oh, sir, protect my 
life!" The sage asked him what the matter was, and the man replied, "I 
have nothing to give the ghost to do. Everything I tell him to do he 
does in a moment, and he threatens to eat me up if I do not give him 
work." Just then the ghost arrived, saying, "I'll eat you up," and he 
would have swallowed the man. The man began to shake, and begged the 
sage to save his life. The sage said, "I will find you a way out. Look 
at that dog with a curly tail. Draw your sword quickly and cut the tail 
off and give it to the ghost to straighten out." The man cut off the 
dog's tail and gave it to the ghost, saying, "Straighten that out for 
me." The ghost took it and slowly and carefully straightened it out, but 
as soon as he let it go, it instantly curled up again. Once more he 
laboriously straightened it out, only to find it again curled up as soon 
as he attempted to let go of it. Again he patiently straightened it out, 
but as soon as he let it go, it curled up again. So he went on for days 
and days, until he was exhausted and said, "I was never in such trouble 
before in my life. I am an old veteran ghost, but never before was I in 
such trouble." "I will make a compromise with you;" he said to the man, 
"you let me off and I will let you keep all I have given you and will 
promise not to harm you." The man was much pleased, and accepted the 
offer gladly.

Such is the case with us, with this doing good to the universe. So, my 
brothers, we are trying to straighten out the tail of the dog these 
hundreds and thousands of years. It is like rheumatism. You drive it out 
from the feet, and it goes to the head; you drive it from the head, and 
it goes somewhere else.

This will seem to many of you to be a terrible, pessimistic view of the 
world, but it is not. Both pessimism and optimism are wrong. Both are 
taking up the extremes. So long as a man has plenty to eat and drink, 
and good clothes to wear, he becomes a great optimist; but that very 
man, when he loses everything, becomes a great pessimist. When a man 
loses all his money and is very poor, then and then alone, with the 
greatest force come to him the ideas of brotherhood of humanity. This is 
the world, and the more I go to different countries and see of this 
world, and the older I get, the more I am trying to avoid both these 
extremes of optimism and pessimism.

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