Subject: Re: WISE ONE
From: Cornelius Hamelberg
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Date Posted: 15:42:49 01/02/06 ()
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Words come to mind, and they are words to share: T.S�s:
Murder in the Cathedral (1935)
Destiny waits in the hand of God , not in the hands of statesmen.
They speak better than they know, and beyond your understanding.
They know and do not know, what it is to act or suffer.
They know and do not know, that action is suffering
And suffering is action. Neither does the agent suffer
Nor the patient act. But both are fixed
In an eternal action, an eternal patience.
To which all must consent that it may be willed
And which all must suffer that they may will it,
That the pattern may subsist, for the pattern is the action
And the suffering, that the wheel may turn and still
Be forever still.
Men learn little from others’ experience.
But in the life of one man, never
The same time returns. Sever
The cord, shed the scale. Only
The fool, fixed in his folly, may think
He can turn the wheel on which he turns
Purpose is plain.
Endurance of friendship does not depend
Upon ourselves, but upon circumstance.
But circumstance is not undetermined.
Unreal friendship may turn to real
But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended.
Sooner shall enmity turn to alliance.
The enmity that never knew friendship
Can sooner know accord.
All things become less real, man passes
From unreality to unreality.
God is leaving us, God is leaving us, more pang, more pain, than birth or death.
The last temptation is the greatest treason:
To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
Servant of God has chance of greater sin
And sorrow, than the man who serves a king.
For those who serve the greater cause may make the cause serve them,
Still doing right: and striving with political men
May make that cause political, not by what they do
But by what they are.
Saints are not made by accident. Still less is a Christian martyrdom the effect of a man’s will to become a Saint, as a man by willing and contriving may become a ruler of men. Ambition fortifies the will of man to become ruler over other men: it operates with deception, cajolery, and violence, it is the action of impurity upon impurity. Not so in Heaven. A martyr, a saint, is always made by the design of God, for His love of men, to warn them and to lead them, to bring them back to His ways. A martyrdom is never the design of man; for the true martyr is he who has become the instrument of God, who has lost his will in the will of God, not lost it but found it, for he has found freedom in submission to God. The martyr no longer desires anything for himself, not even the glory of martyrdom. So thus as on earth the Church mourns and rejoices at once, in a fashion that the world cannot understand; so in Heaven the Saints are most high, having made themselves most low, seeing themselves not as we see them, but in the light of the Godhead from which they draw their being.
You shall forget these things, toiling in the household,
You shall remember them, droning by the fire,
When age and forgetfulness sweeten memory
Only like a dream that has often been told
And often been changed in the telling. They will seem unreal.
Human kind cannot bear very much reality.
The church shall be open, even to our enemies.
We are not here to triumph by fighting , by stratagem, or by resistance,
Not to fight with beasts as men. We have fought the beast
And have conquered. We have only to conquer
Now, by suffering. This is the easier victory.
You would bar the door
Against the lion, the leopard, the wolf or the boar,
Why not more
Against beasts with the souls of damned men, against men
Who would damn themselves to beasts. My Lord! My Lord!
You think me reckless, desperate and mad.
You argue by results, as this world does,
To settle if an act be good or bad.
You defer to the fact. For every life and every act
Consequence of good and evil can be shown.
And as in time results of many deeds are blended
So good and evil in the end become confounded.
It is not in time that my death shall be known;
It is out of time that my decision is taken
If you call that decision
To which my whole being gives entire consent.
I give my life
To the Law of God above the Law of Man.
Those who do not the same
How should they know what I do?
We did not wish anything to happen.
We understood the private catastrophe,
The personal loss, the general misery,
Living and partly living;
In life there is not time to grieve long
But this, this is out of life, this is out of time,
An instant eternity of evil and wrong.
In the small circle of pain within the skull
You still shall tramp and tread one endless round
Of thought, to justify your action to yourselves,
Weaving a fiction which unravels as you weave,
Pacing forever in the hell of make-believe
Which never is belief: this is your fate on earth
And we must think no further of you.
We praise thee, O God, for thy glory displayed
in all the creatures of the earth,
In the snow, in the rain, in the wind, in the storm,
in all of thy creatures, both the hunters and the hunted,
For all things exist as seen by thee,
only as known by thee, all things exist
Only in thy light, and thy glory is declared
even in that which denies thee;
the darkness declares the glory of light.
Those who deny thee could not deny, if thou didst not exist;
and their denial is never complete,
for if it were so, they would not exist.
They affirm thee in living; all things affirm thee in living;
the bird in the air, both the hawk and the finch;
the beast on the earth, both the wolf and the lamb.
Therefore we, whom thou hast made to be conscious of thee, must consciously praise thee, in thought and in word and in deed.
O father, father
Gone from us, lost to us,
The church lies bereft,
Alone,
Desecrated, desolated.
And the heathen shall build
On the ruins
Their world without God.
I see it.
I see it.
Wherever a saint has dwelt, wherever a martyr has given his blood for the blood of Christ,
There is holy ground, and the sanctity shall not depart from it
Though armies trample over it, though sightseers come with guide-books looking over it;
From where the western seas gnaw at the coast of Iona,
To the death in the desert, the prayer in forgotten places by the broken Imperial column,
From such ground springs that which forever renews the earth
Though it is forever denied. ”
(T.S.Eliot
Ash-Wednesday (1930)
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the ag�d eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?
Because I do not hope to know again
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the bless�d face
Because I cannot hope to turn again
Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
Upon which to rejoice
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us
Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still.
Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.
Prophesy to the wind, to the wind only for only
The wind will listen.
Lady of silences
Calm and distressed
Torn and most whole
Rose of memory
Rose of forgetfulness
Exhausted and life-giving
Worried reposeful
The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves end
Terminate torment
Of love unsatisfied
The greater torment
Of love satisfied
End of the endless
Journey to no end
Conclusion of all that
Is inconclusible
Speech without word and
Word of no speech
Grace to the Mother
For the Garden
Where all love ends.
This is the land which ye
Shall divide by lot. And neither division nor unity
Matters. This is the land. We have our inheritance.
White light folded, sheathing about her, folded.
The new years walk, restoring
Through a bright cloud of tears, the years, restoring
With a new verse the ancient rhyme. Redeem
The time. Redeem
The unread vision in the higher dream
While jewelled unicorns draw by the gilded hearse.
If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word.
O my people, what have I done unto thee.
Where shall the word be found, where will the word
Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence
Wavering between the profit and the loss
In this brief transit where the dreams cross
The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying
And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices
In the lost lilac and the lost sea voices
And the weak spirit quickens to rebel
For the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell
Quickens to recover
The cry of quail and the whirling plover
And the blind eye creates
The empty forms between the ivory gates
And smell renews the salt savour of the sandy earth
This is the time of tension between dying and birth
The place of solitude where three dreams cross
Between blue rocks
But when the voices shaken from the yew-tree drift away
Let the other yew be shaken and reply.
Blessed sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden,
Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood
Teach us to care and not to care
Sister, mother
And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,
Suffer me not to be separated
And let my cry come unto Thee.”
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/T._S._Eliot
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From: GBAKANDA KAMARA
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Date Posted: 02:59:12 01/02/06 ()
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Cry Sierra Leone
BY
Gbakanda Kamara
On High We Exhaulted thee ;Land meant for the free!
Free no more are your Children and children�s children
Sold to strife, bondage and misery ;are they now and forever it seems,
By a stepfather, who you trusted for his soft words of exaltation,
Telling you that learning is better; whilst he took away the silver and gold for free!!
Oh! Great was the love we had for thee, a love now turned to hate by the bait
Of a stepfather who loves your body but hates your soul; stepfather whose wish,
Is to rape and take, telling you to wait for the make of a bright new dream day,
A day of the times of Landau taking so long to come, waiting for the second coming
Of Corpus Christ�s, a day in time, space and mind; from everlasting to everlasting,
A day in words not in deeds; a day bringing moments of pain, anguish and death,
Damnation and decadence to you and yours; plenty and pageantry to him and his!!
United we seemed at first to stand; never was it but so it was!
Divided at the start, Failed at last; by the fathers and stepfather,
Preaching the Golden Rule one moment; beating the drums of war,
Singing:Lex Talionis! Lex Talionis!!; All the time saying he means good,
Singing: Peoples power!peoples power!!; all are equal, whilst he is more than equal,
In words and in deeds, for he is learning and you, you have silver and gold to give
For free and with free; paying great attention to what you are told, little time ,
For what you hold; thinking you can trust and trusting you can think, but alas!!
Drugged with words, Numbed from war; No longer can you heal the wounds of rape!!
Cry Sierra Leone!!! Cry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Once we sang thy praise,Oh Land of birth!! Once like the colossus you stood ,
In Glory with Flames of the Pathfinder, Shining for all and the World to see, THE ATHENS of a world once great ,now in shambles; leaking from the wounds of a lynching by a brother instigated by a greedy former master!!
A master who taught you nothing but filth, greed, deception and destruction!!
A master with one names several faces ;One face several names, and you wishing ,
A way forward, yet now forever backward; dances to the tune of this MASTER!! ,
Whose wish it is to fish your body; keeping your soul alive with words so odd,
Lexus Populous meaning Lexus Aristoris; One World different Destinies!!
Cry Sierra Leone Cry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When will you ever hear the plam birds sing again;When will you ever sit in quiet solitude to think of Transis,Goumbay;or make a social event of your Paddle,Goboi,Gbanie,Nafalay,Ojeh and Hunting? Your very soul sold for rags and raps!
When will you in peace go down to the watasai to fish; or with your nets and dogs hunt the deer for all to share ?
Where is your sense of community? Have you sold it to the dogs or rather the gods of materialism? Cry Sierra Leone !! CRY!!!!!!!!FOR YOUR BODY & SOUL,CRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WISHES FOR A CHANGE IN THE NEW YEAR!!ONE LOVE,ONE INITY!!
Subject: CRY SIERRA LEONE CRY( A Dirge to the Forefathers)
From: Gbakanda Kamara
To: All
Date Posted: 18:45:10 01/02/06 ()
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Cry Sierra Leone
By
GBAKANDA KAMARA
On High We Exhaulted thee ;Land meant for the free!
Free no more are your Children and children�s children
Sold to strife, bondage and misery ;are they now and forever it seems,
By a stepfather, who you trusted for his soft words of exaltation,
Telling you that learning is better; whilst he took away the silver and gold for free!!
Oh! Great was the love we had for thee, a love now turned to hate by the bait
Of a stepfather who loves your body but hates your soul; stepfather whose wish,
Is to rape and take, telling you to wait for the make of a bright new dream day,
A day of the times of Landau taking so long to come, waiting for the second coming
Of Corpus Christ�s, a day in time, space and mind; from everlasting to everlasting,
A day in words not in deeds; a day bringing moments of pain, anguish and death,
Damnation and decadence to you and yours; plenty and pageantry to him and his!!
United we seemed at first to stand; never was it but so it was!
Divided at the start, Failed at last; by the fathers and stepfather,
Preaching the Golden Rule one moment; beating the drums of war,
Singing:Lex Talionis! Lex Talionis!!; All the time saying he means good,
Singing: Peoples power!peoples power!!; all are equal, whilst he is more than equal,
In words and in deeds, for he is learning and you, you have silver and gold to give
For free and with free; paying great attention to what you are told, little time ,
For what you hold; thinking you can trust and trusting you can think, but alas!!
Drugged with words, Numbed from war; No longer can you heal the wounds of rape!!
Cry Sierra Leone!!! Cry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Once we sang thy praise,Oh Land of birth!! Once like the colossus you stood ,
In Glory with Flames of the Pathfinder, Shining for all and the World to see, THE ATHENS of a world once great ,now in shambles; leaking from the wounds of a lynching by a brother instigated by a greedy former master!!
A master who taught you nothing but filth, greed, deception and destruction!!
A master with one names several faces ;One face several names, and you wishing ,
A way forward, yet now forever backward; dances to the tune of this MASTER!! ,
Whose wish it is to fish your body; keeping your soul alive with words so odd,
Lexus Populous meaning Lexus Aristoris; One World different Destinies!!
Cry Sierra Leone Cry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When will you ever hear the plam birds sing again;When will you ever sit in quiet solitude to think of Transis,Goumbay;or make a social event of your Paddle,Goboi,Gbanie,Nafalay,Ojeh and Hunting? Your very soul sold for rags and raps!
When will you in peace go down to the watasai to fish; or with your nets and dogs hunt the deer for all to share ?
Where is your sense of community? Have you sold it to the dogs or rather the gods of materialism? Cry Sierra Leone !! CRY!!!!!!!!FOR YOUR BODY & SOUL,CRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Subject: HYPERPOLYSYLLABICSESQUIPEDALIANIST
From: CHIEFDOM SCHOOL TEACHER
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Date Posted: 22:09:01 01/01/06 ()
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Chiefdom School Teacher came across the word SESQUIPEDALIAN today for the very first time and got facinated by it. In a nut shell, the word means “relating to a long word ; characterised by using long words.
The word comes from Latin SESQUI (one and a half), plus PED (a foot) . It was borrowed into English in the seventeenth century and has become a favorite of those writers who like self-referential terms, or are addicted to polysyllabic humour.
Somebody who uses long words is a SESQUIPEDALIANIST, and this style of writing is SESQUIPEDALIANISM. The noun SESQUIPEDALITY means “lengthiness”.
If such words are not long enough, there is HYPERPOLYSYLLABICSESQUIPEDALIANIST, for someone who really likes to use very, very, very long words.
HAPPY NEW YEAR
Subject: TODAY’S QUOTE
From: WISE ONE
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Date Posted: 13:58:24 01/01/06 ()
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1/1/2006
Today’s Quote
There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
-Anais Nin
Subject: Quote of yesterday
From: Cornelius Hamelberg
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Date Posted: 14:23:11 01/01/06 ()
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Quote of quotes/thought of thoughts:
� The brain is no more wonder tissue than the lungs or the liver. It’s just a tissue�
Subject: Re: Quote of yesterday
From: system
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Date Posted: 07:12:49 01/02/06 ()
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Organs, not tissue
Subject: THE CHIEF’S NEW YEAR’S DAY MESSAGE
From: CHIEF IN EXILE
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Date Posted: 12:59:11 01/01/06 ()
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2005 is gone, forever !
As we embark on 2006, the message we have to take with us is that of ” living well”.
For us to live well , however, requires some effort. Living well implies physical, emotional, and spiritual welbeing, none of which carries a huge price tag. It has to do with our desire to rise above GENERIC living and above our ability to simply exist.
A wise and loving God created within us the gifts to succeed and the ability to fail. As human beings, we do plenty of both. Out of the balance of success and failure, however, we derive CHARACTER, HUMILITY, INTEGRITY OF MIND AND SPIRIT, AND WE EXPERIENCE BOTH JOY AND GRIEF.
Living well is not so much about success or achievement, nor is it about the absence of humiliation or sadness; we need all of those experiences. Living well spiritually, emotionally, and even physically is all about process. Golfers have a saying : ” it is not how you drive, it is how you arrive”. The process between the ” tee and the green” is what matters.
Living well is about correcting mistakes while trying to avoid their repetition. Living well is about apologizing to those we offend while trying to avoiding repeated offenses. Living well is about making choices that reduce the MAGNITUDE, FREQUENCY, AND CONSEQUENCES OF OUR FAILURES.
lIVING WELL IS TO VIEW, TO BEHAVE, AND TO RESPECT ALL OTHERS AS WE WOULD HAVE THEM VIEW US, BEHAVE TOWARD US, AND RESPECT US.
THIS IS THE PLAIN AND SIMPLE GOLDEN RULE OF A HUMAN BEING’S LIFE WELL LIVED.
Subject: New Year Tragedy
From: Cornelius Hamelberg
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Date Posted: 06:00:50 01/01/06 ()
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New Year Tragedy
Brother Mohammed from Sierra Leone knifed to death in M�rsta, just outside Stockholm.
Condolences to family and friends.
http://www.aftonbladet.se/vss/nyheter/story/0,2789,755340,00.html
http://www.expressen.se/index.jsp?a=497726
