tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22133285794514117012024-03-12T23:48:49.080-07:00Dive into a mindM.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-19670478791174637332013-11-05T04:43:00.002-08:002013-12-14T11:41:42.492-08:00Right Wrong<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">The right and the wrong were in a war, then came a third who does not want nor the right nor the wrong.</span></b></span></div>
M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-40308544916093243972013-10-04T04:10:00.003-07:002013-10-04T04:12:14.421-07:00Just a thought: God, science and ideas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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God by coming to earth using a human body, he said words of wisdom and gave directions, he used examples and inspired us the new testament.<br />
There was a great message and a huge example.<br />
In the beginning of times God created all, he hit the trigger and launched a chain of non stop miracles, but all are predictable ones, we can predict those miracles the more we go deep into the spirit and science. He made all perfect and he did not want to interfere directly into it any more.<br />
In the old testament he gave directions and talked to people, but his message in the new testament and the example he gave is that all will be done through us humans by all our unlimited diversity and uniqueness for he is unlimited. He made us a bridge he said it loud and clear...<br />
Everything new that will be brought to this world will be through you dear humans, each of you is a bridge for loads of new miracles, each person is a bridge for unlimited blessings given from God.<br />
We are the third testament, the currently living one, by holding his word we assure a clean pass for his blessings through the bridges. By appreciating each person and loving him we assure more flow of blessings.<br />
He made each of us a complex of body, mind and soul a complex needed to explore the already existing miracles and to allow the flow of new ones.</div>
M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-4905935415982908622013-06-25T13:47:00.000-07:002013-06-25T13:51:20.972-07:00knights!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When people are cowards accepting humiliation, living under covered dictatorship and refuses to open their eyes blinded by hate and packed Ideas, it is a necessity to create illusionary wars to make illusionary scores.<br />
Fill them with fear, fill them with hate and their strings will be attached to your fingers...</div>
M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-54701468904338412692013-06-23T04:09:00.000-07:002013-06-23T04:33:57.983-07:00Free fall<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have deep feeling that I trust so much...<br />
In fact it is much more than a feeling, it is a philosophy coming out from experience, but the process is too hard to be explained...<br />
I say humanity is a Phoenix, a Phoenix should burn to death so it raises again, and his death is so peaceful and here the word death is not dramatic as we know it but it is a kind of beauty... <br />
This Phoenix has decided not to go in death and decided to struggle and fight against his cycle of life. This Phoenix decided to ignore that he is immortal only because he is mortal, so the Phoenix of humanity once decided to defy this, he felt so mighty and strong but his flame is becoming so dull, he knows deep inside that he should allow him self to die to get rid of all this shit that is stuffing his shining flame, but he can't anymore he is now a cowered out of his routine, now he is afraid from what he knows is the reason of his beauty and freedom, he does not dare to get back to ash so he rises again brighter than ever.<br />
Humanity should be left in free fall. For the believers it should only be left to the hands of God, and we should trust this free fall, it will be filled with terror but no one should ever try to stop it. No governments should be kept, no kind of security and armed people should be left... All kind of force of regulation should be stopped, this will create a big mess that through it will shine the truth and life of humanity... We should all know that we do not own the nature or anything else in this universe we are only a part of it so we shall be in harmony with it and work for it's good... During all this time no one will be forced to be good, no crime will be punished from any legal side and during this we shall all teach our kids that love is a priority (and maybe not even teach them this), love of other humans and of nature... No one is allowed to force anything on the other or to act with superiority to an other, and each one should know that he is so especial and unique among all others.<br />
Since I know how hard it is to let the Phoenix of humanity go into his cycle of life in such a way... I invite each one of you to close his eyes and let him self into this... Live this experience alone and it will make you a different person for a new humanity.</div>
M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-72244770453797303242013-06-06T14:32:00.001-07:002013-06-10T10:35:29.047-07:00Aim high<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-85386810975788215132013-05-30T03:32:00.000-07:002013-05-30T03:32:01.221-07:00Who am I?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I tend to be loud <br />
I escape the traditional ways<br />
I adore silence<br />
I tend to live in the middle of the crowd<br />
I want to be heard<br />
I do not want to scream<br />
I want to be different<br />
I do not want to be judged<br />
I want to show my uniqueness<br />
I do not want to be worshiped<br />
I want to be understood<br />
I do not want to talk<br />
I want to understand<br />
I do not want to suffer<br />
I love my life<br />
I curse my life every day<br />
I am powerful<br />
I drown in pain everyday<br />
I am courageous<br />
I hesitate a thousand time<br />
I want peace<br />
I insanely think at every second<br />
I love my craziness<br />
I suffer of madness<br />
I know you can't know me<br />
I know you can know enough about me<br />
I laugh at who calls him self my friend<br />
I smile to friends<br />
I am not smart<br />
But... </div>
M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-69780731909370996092013-05-08T08:27:00.000-07:002013-05-08T08:27:21.313-07:00Love the system<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was so young desperately seeking freedom, right after I got out of my childhood,<br />
There was walls all around me, following me where ever I go.<br />
I tried to run away, I found my self away from the shadows it offered me; I got scared, the sun burned my tender skin.<br />
Lost again and forced to get in the shadow of these high walls, hating the walls but laying underneath it, sometimes trying to climb it and other times tempted to go run under the sun. I many times tried to crack those walls, it crashed my nails, and wounded my skin.<br />
My body covered with dust my skin getting thicker, but still the situation is the same.<br />
There was that door that I was too proud to get through it, I did not want to be similar to every one, similar to those old people getting through it.<br />
I wanted to be like those few who I see from time to time, they have grown older, they are still on the outside but unlike me they have a smile on their face and a mysterious deep look in their eyes.<br />
I wanted to learn, I heard stories about them that said that they are like no other humans or some said that they are not humans at all.<br />
Staring from far, never dared to talk to them, never dared to get close to them.<br />
Growing with time, courage grew in my heart and I walk toward these men.<br />
Getting close to them I heard them sing a song, the main refrain was the same I grew up hearing from the people around "Oh, it's a dangerous world boys, repeat and say. Oh, it's a dangerous world boys." <br />
Weird are those guys, they are men above men, they are singing the same song as the small men.<br />
Yes, this is what I heard what I understood, it is the same lyrics. I felt desperate, there was no answer. I picked up my self all this distance maybe I can find an answer for all the "hows" I asked.<br />
Time is still playing his game, I did not want to give, up I stayed and roamed for years in-vain no answer; Walked back home or better to say walked back to where I was.<br />
Getting closer to the old places the sound of the legends was decreasing and the sound of dead was rising, yes it was the same words being singed by all... This is when I stopped, my body shivering, it truly is the same words but it is not the same song. The dead where singing again and again singing but nagging, nagging and crying "Oh, it's a dangerous world boys"; while my ears missed the singing of the legends, who were singing and shouting, screaming and celebrating the tough days the high obstacles.<br />
Wonder never left my heart, but that breeze of an answer was caressing my skin.<br />
There was no way I can go back now to the legends because I can't survive long in their shadows, I continued my way to my old place, now I have new eyes admiring new stuff and having a different perspective reading all what is around, but the view is not getting any more beautiful than before.<br />
I have seen her one day playing around and giving me an attractive look from time to time, she had magic in her eyes like I have never seen; attracted me to her and got me under her spell. She pushed in my veins an extreme power that almost blew me up from the inside, I almost got an over dose, much over than what my body could ever handle. I was not really enjoying that boost I enjoyed the new experience that was taking over my mind till it got me drunk and unconscious.<br />
I followed her steps with joy, but she was like every one heading to that mysterious door, I never like the odor getting out of it... It was painful seeing that she decided to go with the flow. It was the first time I get that close to the door what allowed me to look through it and see what sucks people inside.<br />
Every one seemed happy. still not convinced I decided to make that step inside, because the external world became so repetitive.<br />
Nothing surprising there, all smiles, fake smiles because each is shameful to show his boredom. But I couldn't do the same, I was smiling at the beginning everything new brings some joy to my heart. Benefit from some rest and explore the new entourage cause soon the trip must continue.<br />
Examining the place, I found it was wilder and wider than it's inhabitants make it look. I knew that I can live there and discover the place and enjoying the daily new stuff it will offer, all this in one condition the fake smile that I may wear sometimes should not import fake feelings to my heart.<br />
It will be the day where I will be somehow as the legends I have seen before, and hope I will sing my own song.</div>
M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-72436140595960096582013-04-30T03:14:00.003-07:002013-04-30T03:14:53.683-07:00seemed like shining from insideOne day I woke up, my eyes were open wild and a mood so messed up... I am not sure if eyes were open or not.<br />
Didn't know what was there, but it was the shadow of an ab-natural disease.<br />
My heart desperately trying to beat, all in-vain... My brain overheated because of over-consumption without any result. Decision is taken, it is the end of days, let me relax and admire what passed, let me relax and sleep. The last beat of my heart, my eyes desperately trying not to move away from the beauty on the horizon, but brain gave it's orders no need to live in torture just to admire what can't be reached, fortune that lays at the end of the world... All is dark now, it is death, shutdown process has started.<br />
Is it really death? Weird but it appears as it is some kind of rest; the chains has loosen and the heart managed to give one more beat that held a short message to brain saying "dream". This word provoked the brain, it allowed the heart to pronounce few more words that said "you left me the past days without a dream, you caused me the worst torture, dream my dear"<br />
"I am tired, we have dreamed and seen dreams crashing underneath of reality, logic has became a heavy load that we must surrender to..." replied.<br />
I am such a stubborn, in this case my heart is more stubborn than logic and this is what to love. Chains are loose now; the heart had already beaten again, he won't stop nor surrender to mind decision. Dreams has flown again through the veins to fill all the body with fresh power again, at first step it is never important what you can realize, dreams are sufficient to boost enough energy to face all and dance long.<br />
It is then where the light of the horizon seemed like shining from inside me, my eyes are not anymore consuming the beauty of the far horizon; instead it became a new horizon shining and admired by others.M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-46558384634330804872013-04-23T13:23:00.001-07:002013-04-24T02:09:08.366-07:00Honor?<span style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>If you are riding fast on the highway, you do not stop to defend your honor and deal with a silly driver who insulted you.</b></span></span></span>M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-30343058158226731282013-04-18T11:51:00.004-07:002013-04-24T06:25:08.476-07:00Beyond a dream<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Do you dare to take your dream to the limit of illusion?</b></span></span></span><br />
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M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-17690518907459455052013-03-16T11:52:00.000-07:002013-03-28T07:22:12.022-07:00Strings not chains<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I see puppets controlling puppets.<br />
I see people willingly attaching their self to the strings of the puppet master... Who him self is a puppet.<br />
I see free men walking, and puppets running begging to be controlled and put the strings into their hands... But a man frees his self and frees them from him, he cuts all strings attached to him for those will transform into chains controlling his actions.<br />
At that time they run and attach their self to other puppets...</div>
M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-20319837715413472192013-03-09T06:50:00.000-08:002013-04-24T02:06:12.541-07:00Shedding skin<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #a2c4c9;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Our self should die, and we have to bury it.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #a2c4c9;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>An old self becomes too heavy to carry.</b></span></span></div>
M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-6402019591540949122013-03-04T01:40:00.000-08:002013-03-09T12:54:38.241-08:00Faith<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It takes a good philosophy to make a remarkable human.<br />
A powerful philosophy is based on a strong faith...<br />
You can invest this faith in your self, in a tree, in money, in an other human... But the best is to have it in perfection, in God. He who will give you real faith, love and esteem for all other things and your self.<br />
After this a lot of people will be passing by you, the most wonderful and wise of all, and actions will be happening in a fascinating and magical way...<br />
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M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-33790895159894882792013-02-28T11:42:00.001-08:002013-03-16T11:54:16.174-07:00Not the sun nor the moon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Not the sun nor the moon defines the length of day and night.</b></span><br />
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M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-76222642330801831702013-02-15T00:52:00.002-08:002013-02-15T01:00:55.732-08:00Allergic<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In a hospital for people allergic to strawberry, it was not allowed even to enter strawberry to the hospital so it won't be someone who eats it by mistake.<br />
One day the window cleaner who lives there and never goes out wanted to eat strawberry. That guy said to the first patient don't u know how beautiful is the color of strawberry? And he said to the second how beautiful it is the touch of strawberry... And told to the third that strawberry has a lot of health benefits.... Convinced the forth that having strawberry is a right... And so on...<br />
At the end of the day the window cleaner stood and shouted high "We Want Strawberry" and all the patients in the hospital stood and scream "We Want Strawberry"<br />
Then the window cleaner stood and shouted "We won't have our medicine till we get strawberry" and the echo of his words were heard all over the hospital, the walls has shaken, yes strawberry is a need and a must to be brought to that hospital.<br />
The second day a big truck of strawberry was brought to the hospital, every one had his share and hidden it well, every one was smiling, the window cleaner enjoyed the taste, and the patients enjoyed victory... Few days later a rotten odor was all over the place.</div>
M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-15128103520384381022013-02-03T03:19:00.000-08:002013-02-03T03:19:58.536-08:00How is it your mistake?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="userContent"> Stop talking politics start talking economics<br /> Stop talking religious sectors start talking spiritual<br /> Stop talking favors start talking social activity<br /> Stop nagging start voting pure Lebanese<br /> Stop Hunting birds start drawing birds<br /> Stop drowning in history start writing history again</span></div>
M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-33352705838740581192013-01-31T07:27:00.000-08:002013-01-31T07:28:44.915-08:00People I Met: Promenade<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>My ally holds a mirror reflecting my weakness points</b></div>
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It all started long time ago, as I remember Shad was bolder than Geo.<br />
Walking around on the border of the river in that wildness near their town.<br />
Shad silent as always, but very attentive, I can't really tell what's in his mind.<br />
Geo walking right after him, is a bit loud but seems that the silence of Shad is really dominating.<br />
During there walk Geo wanted to jump high and scream loud, he tried many times to pass Shad so he can take lead and enjoy his space, but this always failed he even once broke his nose cause Shad made him fall.<br />
The walk continues, walk down in the town, with time Geo has learned well how to pass Shad, he made his big move and here he is dancing jumping, with no boundaries.<br />
The tempo of the dance goes faster passing in between the shops then Geo gets a sudden hit on his head.<br />
Shad gets near him, takes him by his hand to help him up, and here he gets a sudden punch on his nose. A look of anger on Geo's face, red eyes staring toward Shad, first person was Shad to be blamed the reason was not clear not even in the mind of Geo, but Shad has to be blamed.<br />
Stayed there on the ground while Shad walks away, cold blood as always.<br />
In vain Geo tried to carry on with his dance, a sudden fear broke into his heart, a low experienced person like him will be shocked after this accident, a merchant came close to him and said to him: "son you can't do it, here you are some water and relax."<br />
He tries to stand again and jump high as before, but he simply couldn't, he developed a fear from his entourage, so his heart told him to go follow Shad again.<br />
again the walk continues, Geo is in the back again reviewing and feeling that fight between safety and independence. Now away from people, in that road in the mountains the most relaxing and dreamy ambiance. Shad goes slower and slower, anger again gets over Geo who almost stepped over Shad's feet. this time he does not express his anger, Shad even kept going slower without talking till he stopped. That same look in his eyes, never ever changing, he sat down, Geo never questions the acts of Shad even that it always provokes him, time taught him not to question also taught him how to read behind the poker face of Shad. Breeze and beauty, sitting there comfort sneaks again to the heart of Geo especially that he managed to have a short conversation with Shad, very soon enthusiasm shines in the eyes of Geo and he starts to make some moves and few steps of a new dance. Dance dance smile and go high, the dance get more harmonious and intense, imaginary music plays in the head of Geo only Shad can hear it. Till a sudden move and Geo disappears, he slips and falls around few meters down... Still high from the dance the smile never leaves his face and his silent dance turns into a loud laugh with no clue how to get out of the hole he got him self into it. A sound of rattling made him jump high enough to catch the hand of Shad and get out of there.<br />
Pick up there stuff and continues down the hill to the neighbor town, rare are the words and long is the conversation. New people there, they already met some of them but all connections has been cut so a short salutation is enough while each proceeds with his business. <br />
"My friend the merchant who offered you the water, has always dreamed to be a dancer but he mistaken the words of life and thought it told him no one can ever be a dancer, and the rattling you heard was not a snake."</div>
M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-88930618128078495092013-01-29T01:07:00.001-08:002013-01-29T01:07:59.459-08:00Walk of a living man<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There is that little Island that has sufficient resources where you can live in peace with the little it affords to you. It seems that all the people of that Island are dreamers, big dreamers.<br />
Walking around, between the people having a coffee with them all you have to is close your eyes and imagine that depending on what they say this little Island will become the most exiting place on earth soon, very soon it will be a land of heroes and land of creativity. This was Home-town<br />
Geo was born in Home-town and got used to it, it offered him safety and stability, it was great, except for one thing it's people are dreamers, Geo felt in love with their dreams they became his idols.<br />
Till one day he woke up and found their dreams eating him alive, Geo looked around nothing changed he is growing older, nothing changed. He felt in deep pain, became like them, developed his dreams but nothing changed.<br />
Geo opened his eyes and have seen it, this Island offers a little, enough to stay alive, but it is a dream burier... Definitely not his place, and that is what everyone have said about them self, this is not our place.<br />
He used to walk with his friend on the border of the river, a wide river, it is known that there is an other land on the other side, They do not know much about it but they think it will be fun to go there one day. They talked about what would they do if they went there,and they always insisted they will go there.<br />
One weird day, that day Geo said it, he said he is preparing the tools to cross the river, preparing his self to go there to the land that we only see it's shadow through the river that it's current changes directions. Geo knew that people around him will get surprised, but did not know that he will be more surprised than them, what surprised him are two things.<br />
The first was their reaction, all these people talking about dreams about what would they do at the other side, they got shocked, now you can see fear in their eyes. First thing that the best friend said: "hey don't tell any one I encouraged you, are you sure you want to do that? why would you do that?"<br />
And this was the reaction of many who thought they are the reason he did this, how funny is that? People are not ready to take responsibility even for "the possibility that they may be part of the reason of encouraging". <br />
The second that surprised him is that one day Geo woke up and found him self on the other side on that other Island, even he did not know how he ended there, it was a beautiful secret a secret that he enjoyed and that he will master with time.<br />
When he got there, people still wanted to go to that part too, in fact they wanted it even more. But...</div>
M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-55369518348377002312013-01-10T11:47:00.004-08:002013-02-03T03:22:06.094-08:00Beautiful snow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The Iron through it's life, dives into the mouth of the dragon that is throwing his flames, It is a destiny no escape from it. The Iron takes the color of it's enemy, also a layer of darkness occurs over it during this process.<br />
A red hot burning tragedy hits the Iron, darkness surrounds all his body, and still silent it remains, silent because of the shock, or silent because of the extreme pain, or maybe because the Iron knows his destiny and that this process is for it's good...<br />
Sooner or later you passing by the workshop you can't ignore the sound of the iron screaming loud, yes it is iron a fine metal, unbreakable metal is screaming and struggling. With every hit on it's deformed body a short scream is released, the iron has lost faith, it was ready to take the heat of life, living the hell before death but not to be beaten hard.<br />
This process happens over and over again, how cruel is the heart of that man working in a dim low-light entourage, dipping it into the mouth of the dragon, letting the iron there to it's limit and at the moment were it turns to a yellow bright orange, moments before the iron turns into white moments before it's death and how many times the iron has wished death, just at that moment, the blacksmith takes the iron out and the hammering process continues...<br />
Using different techniques and how terrifying are those techniques, seven different techniques by it names you can know how hard is that process: "drawing down, shrinking, bending, upsetting, swageing, punching and forge welding.<br />
Again and again, time after time, and the process continues and still the iron can't avoid screaming at every hammering... Didn't it learn the lesson? Why does it keep nagging? The Iron loses hope but still screams at every beat.<br />
Suddenly things change, a new event got involved, not an easy process but still feels like heaven comparing to the previous life. The iron now brights of joy, clean and shiny and gently has been placed on a stand so proud among others, each of those swords laid back there feeling that is the best.<br />
And more proud they get when noble men enters and picks up those swords, they are out to the sun, where they can shine reflecting the mighty light of the sun.<br />
Thinking that it is the eternal rest, this is what it was waiting for, but he who has been into a continuous action can't rest so long and starts to think about it's destiny... I did not get into all this pain to simply sleep at the end, but can't do anything and can't imagine what could be done for a change.<br />
Before becoming completely bored and surrendering to it's laziness the sword finds it self held high to the sky shining brighter than ever, this time it notices that is not alone, thousands of swords shining there, some of them is not as much as others, and many already has scars on it blade. It is war but this time the good sword knows and confident gets to it, there is no fear in it's heart now knowing that this is easier than all that has passed, and it had enough rest to get into this again.<br />
This time again we can hear the iron screams, but it is a sound of excitement and power. cleaned and brightened after each battle, the sword rests while waiting with joy it's next battle, some days it is so proud cause it managed to break some other blades that probably did not get the good process at the beginning of life.<br />
But life is not always glorious, many times this sword has found it self laying on the battle filed, it's a loss darkness has found it's way back to the heart of the sword again red is the color of his blade, feeling that it is the end, now the sword has to stay in the dirt for ever, holding over it's blade a long history of glory that helps to keep a smile and shine under the moonlight, but this is the only joy that is there comparing to the bad feeling for this humiliating end...<br />
There on the ground has seen many cavaliers passing near by, it remembers the old days, and feels so weak cause non of those soldiers decides to take it back to the field, it became old and ignored... <br />
Every time this particular sword falls in his dark illusion till one day a warrior passes by this field and notices this fine sword there, only a true warrior a very experienced one can appreciate and knows the value, he picks it up and takes it to other battles of glory, at those moments the sword always remembers the words of the blacksmith saying "you my son will shine for ever, I have put you into the hardest of what I can do, and put into you the most of my experience to make you the most glamorous of all" those words has been doubted many times and will be many other times, but always proves it's righteousness.</div>
M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-15859686413797302052012-12-19T08:05:00.001-08:002012-12-29T08:21:15.129-08:00You care?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It is well known that all Lebanese are into politics, I see many youth who do really commit to working and volunteer to support and advertise for the political parties, All are fascinated by the brilliant slogans that "leaders" come out with...<br />
In fact this makes me happy, to see youth really interested and caring. At first impression I see hope in the future, a good change a fresh blood.<br />
But I stand for a second and admire, at that moment sadness surrounds my heart. Youth you are the creative, you are the fresh, you are the majority, you are the consumers, you are the creators, you are the power. You are the ones who are supposed to be free from the prejudgement.<br />
Our ancestors gave us a lot of concepts to work on, and gave us a great Identity that managed to save us from the worse cases, our old history is a good package, our new history is kept in the fog for the benefit of many who are preparing for us the darkest conspiracies, and worse they work to put our old history in doubt and questioning.<br />
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I would like to give an opinion about this. Be conceptual and not sheep, see the big image and be honest to your self. When you got involved in the political life, you got there for change, but how sad I feel when I see you all going like sheep. You got committed to a party (I hope to a party and not a leader) because the leader of the party said he wants freedom, he wants prosperity, life, equality.<br />
That is awesome but later on you accept all the excuses given to you, that prevents this innocent (ironic) guy from accomplishing those goals...<br />
Come on, the lie is so clear, too bad I won't get into examples cause examples will ruin my article, yes it will ruin it cause once I include a name in the article the followers of that person will concern this hall article as a conspiracy against them...<br />
I address my word to all youth, those who I agree to their opinion, and to those who I don't. We are all in the same lie, either you are right in my opinion or not, learn to be free, work for the concept that is given to you and not for the person who is giving it, learn to think to your self and not to what the media gives to you.<br />
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When we were younger we learned that the media is the fifth authority in the political life, but this is a lie, in this case I am talking about the media all around the world not only the Lebanese ones. It is all oriented media. Media became a tool for the war and not a mirror of truth, yes too bad this is our situation now. What a situation if you do not check the media you are uninformed and if you check it you are misinformed, so know how to read it.<br />
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Youth go outside, there is people who are right and others who are not, this is true. But there is you who want what is right and many of you in the opposing sectors who agree to the same goal, how funny is that? Get involved in your parties who ever are those parties but there you are, a huge responsibility is up on your shoulders once you are in, you will have to fight the greatest wars of your life, you will have it against the people who are on the same side of you, yes there where the real war is, cause it is them who keeps you away from accomplishing your goal, educate your self from life, read different books and do not make prejudgements but be careful, calm, open and patient. Work on changing your environment so it suits the goals that you are aiming too, cause if it is not there where change starts then change will never happen, if you seek honesty in governments you got to have well trained honest humans, cause only them can get you closer to your goal, and this does not happen in short time, it is a life time strategy.<br />
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Going with the system and implementing change inside it, is like getting in an old building putting bombs on it roots, so you put it down and make a new one instead.<br />
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Shouting to the system from the outside is like having an AK47 and shooting on a well defended building.<br />
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Getting in the system and simply be happy to have a room in there, will get you dead because of the rotten smell that is now in there.<br />
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Sleeping outside the system and not acting, it is like sleeping between two houses where the neighbors throws shits on each other.<br />
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<i>Change is not impossible, it is possible, it is the life, but the trick is that it goes slowly.</i><br />
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At the end you have to ask your self:<br />
- Do I care?<br />
- Do I dare?<br />
- Am I up to change?<br />
- Am I young?<br />
- Am I alive?<br />
- Do I have an open philosophy in life?<br />
- Do I have a free mind and an honest heart?<br />
- Am I ready to get into the greatest wars in life?<br />
- Can I see the truth in the eyes of my opponent? <br />
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Or:<br />
- am I a sheep?<br />
- Did they fill my heart with shit?<br />
- Did they put chains around my mind?<br />
- Is prejudgement ruling my interaction with others?<br />
- Do I immediately consider my enemy as the extreme lie?</div>
M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-60987146904727662712012-12-19T04:55:00.000-08:002013-12-14T12:53:53.420-08:00The king and the fortress<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Each time that the king walks around his fortress that is still building it's walls... Hundreds of workers working stacking rocks. It is really weird that the king himself stops many times to carefully help and work with them, he has his own spaces that only he works on it.<br />
Accompanied with his counselor admiring this no harmony in work but there is a certain bizarre beauty, yes there was no harmony at least this was the opinion of the counselor. You can see places people working in groups and other places someone building alone, some uses dark stones others uses colored stones... Some places the wall is already too high and other places still at it's beginning. But the counselor gave up asking the king about all that is happening. Except that one day surprised by a bizarre thing seen newly he couldn't keep his silence longer and he addresses to the king... My lord aren't those the spies of your enemy? and they were supposed to be killed? You kept them alive? No no worse, you assigned them to build part of your wall... It's your wall it's your protection...<br />
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The king smiles and explains: my dear friend walls means nothing to me, cause war means nothing to me, it's just a frontier to make my visitors feel safe. But what's important is what I learned during all the history of my kingdom is to be open to all people, let all participate in building my kingdom, it brought joy to my heart and diversity to my city. As you can see I put my touch very carefully from time to time, look at it how I have drawn the limits between the different workers.<br />
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I understand my lord but still your enemies are inside your walls and they can easily plan your death, and you have great engineers who can easily make your walls high in short time.<br />
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Looking in the eyes of the counselor the King keeps seconds of silence wondering in his mind, after all these years and still this man did not understand, then he says: my enemies are so busy with planing to kill me so they can't see the easy way to get my head, and assigning to them the walls in that side of the kingdom is the best way to keep them busy, and for the rest I do not want to finish my walls now, I do not want to die early I want to keep seeing the evolution and work around me.<br />
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Not very convinced, but glad that the king is at least giving him some answers. The counselor continued maybe he will find what will heal his curiosity. Now supposing that I am convinced with what you already said, I can see also that every day new people come and work, people who you do not know, you do not know where they came from nor what they want to do, how do u assign to them where to work so you stay safe?<br />
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Enough questions for me, the questions are now, what are you doing here? you have been my companion for years and you have many security doubts but still u feel safe, ask this to your self.<br />
My enemies fear what they don't know and they don't know what is the reason of my safety and prosperity, It is not me who assigns each where to go but it is the great power from above who I learned to trust, It is the wisdom of God. Every morning I wake up and go to the high tower in my castle and take a look on the workers and I notice their movement and how with time some leave and the others go work at the place that fits them maybe not from the first day but soon. Like you at first I was worried and tried to force my opinion but after all nothing worked except this way.<br />
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So at the end I tell you, this is all a combination of my experience that allows me to put limit to each, my good heart to accept the presence of all people in my kingdom, my faith in God who distributes each person to where he belongs and at the end the great mystery that is created by all this combination increases the love and respect of the good people and creates fear in the mind of my enemies who stays lost wondering from where to attack.</div>
M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-54068840195317714892012-12-10T02:35:00.000-08:002013-12-14T13:24:13.495-08:00People I met: Super Night Club<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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- Hey you (Shad addressing to the PIMP) How does things work in here?<br />
- You chose one of the dancers, and then you have two choices the first you offer her a drink and she spends 30min with you, second you buy a bottle and she stays with you the night and you pick her up from her hotel on a day she is free and she is yours for that day, you have to pay her extra money.<br />
-That girl, second on the right what's her name? And what day is she free?<br />
-Cynthia our new girl, she she's a perfect company, you can have her tomorrow.<br />
-Great, then get me a bottle and get Cynthia to that table next to us I will wait there.<br />
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Anthony said: Shad what happened? I thought you had a promise to your self never to get a girl from such a place... remember? it is you who puts the rule of only have a drink and enjoy the show...<br />
-Things changed the moment I stepped into this place "serpent's hole" it is indeed, now excuse me.<br />
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A cigaret in his trembling hand, his eyes checking around... He doesn't look comfortable, it is more like someone who is in a date with a gorgeous lady he already have a crush on, more than being waiting for a show girl, maybe because it is his first time in such situation since long time. Getting close to his table, she had some exaggerated makeup she had this fake smile on her face, she touches his shoulder and suddenly the smile faded... she took her hand off and took a step back, the PIMP pushed her again and introduced her to him.<br />
-Here you are our gorgeous fresh lady Cynthia, you can call me, my name is Hyena, if you need anything sir.<br />
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A strange look in his eyes: Hello, Cynthia.<br />
-You know my original... you can call me Dark Warrior.<br />
-I paid to get Cynthia, and Cynthia I shall get.<br />
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She stood and signed to Hyena that she is leaving the table, he ran to the table.<br />
-Any problem?<br />
-Yes I do not like this gentleman, he insulted me.<br />
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Shad pushing his hand to the hand of Hyena...<br />
-I paid for this, and I am gonna get it.<br />
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took her aside by her hand, obviously they didn't have a friendly conversation... She was treated like any other girl in this business... they get deprived of their dignity. Then he brings her back to the client.<br />
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-The Irony of life... while taking a deep breath and having that annoying smile that every one knows it hides pain besides it, Cynthia nice name, it suites a warrior who willingly surrendered to his enemy. He tried to touch her leg and reach her privates, she didn't let him, he caressed her cheeks and suddenly grabbed her hair, licked her neck and whispered in her ear: since you are here, I guess you do not want to lose this new job... You better obey. He hardly managed to ignore that ear ring that holds long stories.<br />
-Now I got to leave, but I reserved you for tomorrow, you better be ready at noon and be dressed what suites your new way of life...<br />
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You are so strange tonight, proclaimed Anthony with a silly smile on his face and his tone that Shad hates, you were a bit rough to that bitch what a sudden change bro. But she is a good choice man, nice butt she gonna rock your day.<br />
-Drive, I need a beer and a ride to enjoy my cigaret I need a fresh breeze and some calm, it really was a rough night, and it is gonna be harder tomorrow if you know what I mean...<br />
Anthony smiled, his sober friend has shown a new wild side, what Anthony considers manhood... but he didn't dare to say any more words to him, he thought that it has been a pressure on his friend this is why he is not talking... he only admired him, terminating each cigaret right after the previous.<br />
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She opened the car door, stays next to him, dressed as he wished for... she didn't have to, she knows this but she did as he wishes, she is the old brave warrior but once again so weak in his presence or she pretends to be for a reason too private for her.<br />
Not a single word was said, she walked behind him till the hotel room, he pushed her to the wall and he had his wild moments, she was as obedient as usual, does she enjoy this?<br />
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She knew what's in his heart, she waited the perfect moment to speak, I am the same old warrior... I want you to keep your same unique warm heart.<br />
-You were a warrior, or at least I thought you were a warrior, but no you never were. You only are a liar, you were offered the chance to get a new warm life, you refused it while you hated yours, you then got set free to go make your supposed war you landed on this shit... remember the story I told you about? with all the evidences I had, but you insisted on taking the same adventure that you already end up lost after it a thousand time before. You are only a cheap woman full of foolishness.<br />
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He pushed her again into a rough and humiliating sex, and she surrenders... he never understood this she still touches him softly, this was always his greatest paradox.<br />
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Dropped her back to the hotel she threw back the money to him saying you will need it to come back and buy me a new bottle. he never knew and will never know what runs in her mind after he leaves her each time since he ever met her. How not to be affected, he was exhausted, for two days he acted against all his principles... He will have to work a lot to heal this injury, he will have to pray a lot not to lose the good that he always built his life upon. He will have to live with this mystery for the rest of his life, or not? Also he wonders if this ever was a mystery for her. He always thinks that he can see behind this wall that every one stops at the writings on it "bitch". Will he ever accept that she is a bad person, he never stops at the walls that people builds around their selves this is his gift that he enjoys. He will forget her cause life has to go on... He does not surrender but he had this lesson in life, "he must offer his self good presents and what it deserves".</div>
M.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06072837376292741361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2213328579451411701.post-54227484962798559452012-12-10T01:38:00.000-08:002012-12-29T08:21:15.132-08:00Break the Chains<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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While this world is struggling to break his chains, I feel that things are going against my believes of freedom and this frightens me... Not to force my thoughts on any one else but I have my word to say:<br />
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Dear youth and comrades looking for freedom, break all chains but remember that morals, love and respect of others, commitment to families nature and some social traditions are part of the freedom the beauty of diversity, personal Identity and <span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="">Distinction</span></span>.<br />
Breaking it is like brain and heart signing divorce while the soul witnessing on it.</div>
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