More quotes on re-birth

“My sun sets to rise again.” ― Robert Browning

“She died–this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.” ― Emily Dickinson, Selected Poems

 

“Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.” ― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
“Life is an endless cycle of souls, swirling along the path of the universe, being reborn, but never truly dying before being reborn again.
As long as this cycle continues, we will never really die.” ― Ameila Wolfe
“I am dead because I lack desire,
I lack desire because I think I possess.
I think I possess because I do not try to give.
In trying to give, you see that you have nothing; Seeing that you have nothing, you try to give of yourself;
Trying to give of yourself, you see that you are nothing: Seeing that you are nothing, you desire to become;
In desiring to become, you begin to live.” ― Rene Daumal
“After a thousand years pass, it builds its own funeral pyre, lining it with cinnamon, myrrh and cassia. Climbing to a rest on the very top, it examines the world all throughout the night with the ability to see true good and evil. When the sun rises the next morning, with great sorrow for all that it sees, it sings a haunting song. As it sings, the heat of the sun ignites the expensive spices and the Phoenix dies in the flames.
But the Phoenix is not remarkable for its feathers or flames. It is most revered for its ability to climb from its own funeral pyre, from the very ashes of its old charred body, as a brand new life ready to live again once more. Life after life, it goes through this cycle. It absorbs human sorrow, only to rise from death to do it all again. It never wearies, it never tires. It never questions its fate. Some say that the Phoenix is real, that it exists somewhere out there in the mountains of Arabia, elusive and mysterious. Others say that the Phoenix is only a wish made by desperate humans to believe in the continuance of life.
But I know a secret.
We are the Phoenix.” ― Courtney Cole, Every Last Kiss

 

(From ‘Grateful Living Practice’ on the Internet)

An interesting aspect of European colonialism

It was in France where Ho Chi Minh, a Vietnamese, learned about revolution. Like so many other colonial subjects from territories controlled by European nations, he had been sent to obtain qualifications necessary to build and maintain the infrastructure – both social and technical – in his birthplace.

While in France he would have discovered that France is not a large nation; how shameful to have been dominated by such people was a thought expressed later. He would have noted too that the people in France did not, in general, behave in an ‘uppity’ manner. Only colonial rulers and their minions could behave like that.

Digressing a little – when Australia had taken control of formerly-German Papua New Guinea after WW1, its Patrol Officers seemed to have empathetic relations with the ‘natives’; yet, a few lowly clerks in Australia administering PNG expressed racist attitudes publicly. I write from personal experience, to note that this pattern of relationships was the reverse of that observed with British people. Perhaps it was the White Australia policy which allowed mere ‘nobodies’ to express their assumed superiority. And they were dreadful people.

Indeed, as I progressed through my career, I experienced quite a few ordinary fellows seeking to put me down. Indeed, only a few years ago, I had the phrase “You people … … “ thrown at me, long after I had lived a highly interactive and contributory life, and held leadership positions, in my adopted nation over more than half a century.

Anyway, Ho was a clever learner. He and his fellow-communists drove out the French from Indo-China, as well as the self-chosen protectors of freedom in South-east Asia – by fighting in an unorthodox manner. Regrettably, these well-meaning protectors of other peoples’ freedoms tended to cause great damage to the property of those others, and to their own morality.

There was no risk of a communist takeover of South-east Asia, as my extended family could testify. I write as an avowed anti-communist. The Domino Theory was probably was a facet of neo-colonialism.

Today, one of the invaders of Vietnam seeks to continue to commemorate a rare win in battle against the Vietnamese – but to do so on Vietnamese territory! Did we not lose the war? A Vietnam veteran agreed with me recently that the idea is preposterous. The commemoration, on Turkish soil, of the defeat of Allied soldiers by the Turks in WW1 is surely different.

Paraprosdokians (3)

 

.     .I was going to give him a nasty look, but he already had one.

 

  • Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.

 

  • I was going to wear my camouflage shirt today, but I couldn’t find it.

 

  • If at first you don’t succeed, skydiving is not for you.

 

  • Sometimes I wake up grumpy; other times I let her sleep.

 

  • If tomatoes are technically a fruit, is ketchup a smoothie?

 

  • Money is the root of all wealth.

 

  • No matter how much you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationery

 

Some interesting ‘spin-offs’ from colonialism

Australians were British subjects until 1948, when Australian citizenship was introduced. Quaintly, following its invasion/killing/settlement phase, Australia set out to be a nation of only white people, where no man would disdain any kind of work. A strange ambition, considering its location; set in ‘coloured’ seas, and surrounded by worrisome foreign faiths. This objective is not true today, not while welfare and cheap Asian labour is available.

A commendable national ethos of a ‘fair-go’ then evolved. Seemingly fading now. Trade unions became strong, but have now reached ‘bully-boy’ status, as my newspapers tell me. Yet, as I was told by an elderly Australian, it was the communist immigrant-English trade union leaders who had achieved much of the benefits enjoyed by industrial workers when I arrived in the country in 1948.

During WW2, having been Britain’s back yard till then, Australia (with its British-subject residents) placed itself under the control of the USA – for protection from the Japanese. The post-war hegemonic American Empire which evolved enabled the new Australian satrapy to become an industrialised nation without going through the normal process of industrialisation, step by step.

Major US corporations established a range of industries in Australia. While some competed with one another, they also limited their markets to Australia (avoiding competition with themselves overseas). Becoming progressively inefficient relative to their overseas competitors, both technically and economically, the new industries needed ongoing high tariff protection. Such protection reinforces high-cost production.

In 1963, as an employee of the Australian Tariff Board, I was pejoratively labelled a ‘free trader,’ because I recommended the progressive reduction of all tariffs. Why? Because we were increasingly uncompetitive internationally. For example, Japan’s per unit labour costs of certain major products were lower than in Australia; yet, labour costs were higher than in Australia!

Then, to show how poorly we had been governed (possibly through a subconscious subject-mentality), an ALP (Australian Labor Party) Government began to lower the tariff wall. The ALP normally represents workers. As a political orphan (a communitarian small-l liberal – ‘neither fish nor fowl’), I was entranced. The values of a former colonial subject were implemented by a political party representing workers who had benefited substantially from employment in tariff-protected industries.

Australia seemed to be on the way to becoming a truly independent nation.

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  • My wife and I were happy for twenty years; then we met.

 

  • Hospitality is the art of making guests feel like they’re at home when you wish they were.

 

  • Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.

 

  • Ever stop to think and forget to start again?

 

  • Women spend more time wondering what men are thinking than men spend thinking.

 

  • He who laughs last thinks slowest.

 

  • Is it wrong that only one company makes the game Monopoly?

 

  • Women sometimes make fools of men, but most guys are the do-it-yourself type.

 

Some facets of British colonialism

The son (a man of about my vintage) of a former colonial administrator in an African territory refuses to talk to me. Why? Because I had told him that my ancestors and I had objected most strenuously to British control; that we had not needed to be shown how to govern ourselves (as taught in British schools); and that we, with a proud heritage going back thousands of years, did not appreciate the pejorative view directed at us by white administrators and missionaries.

His surprising response to my comments – which had been honestly made because he had not been a colonial administrator – was “You are biased.” To that, I said, “Bloody oath! How would like a Chinese gun-boat arriving at the port of London, and treating your people the way we had been treated?” He actually looked offended. We parted.

I had not got around to telling him how a young engineer from Britain had insisted that his Asian technicians, many much older and experienced, address him as ‘Sir’ at all times.

Then there was the nurse from a fishing village in England, the head of the Eye Clinic in the hospital in Singapore, who refused to talk with my Anglo-Australian wife and me. Her husband, a sergeant in the RAAF, chatted with us each night; he had grown up in Jamaica, as the son of an English employee in a sugar plantation. Each couple rented a room, sharing the house with our Chinese landlady.

This nurse had to be the head of the Clinic, controlling a few better-qualified Asian staff trained in Britain (so said the husband). She was paid as much as an Asian GP (medico); the husband was paid twice as much. We will retire rich, said the husband to me.

What irked the RAAF sergeant was the class distinction within the armed forces, and between the forces and the administrators (the latter doing rather well, with lots of low-paid Asian help), while both groups kept away socially from the locals, the Asians. Yet, senior military officers and high-ranking colonial administrators were often seen travelling with wealthy Asians in the latter’s cars; there seemed to be no colour bar at that level.

Wealth and power do go together; a bond (weak it may be) stronger than that which bind human beings. Alas! The Buddha’s guidance remains veiled (like Christian charity?)

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Paraprosdokians: a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence is unexpected and often humorous.

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  • If I had a dollar for every girl who found me unattractive, they’d eventually find me attractive.

 

  • I find it ironic that the colors red, white, and blue stand for freedom, until they’re flashing behind you.

 

  • A man knocked on my door and asked for a small donation towards the local swimming pool, so I gave him a glass of water.

 

  • Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.

 

  • I’m great at multi-tasking–I  can waste time, be unproductive, and procrastinate all at once.

 

  • If you can smile when things go wrong, you have someone in mind to blame.

 

  • Take my advice — I’m not using it.

 

What makes up 100% in life?

What makes up 100% in life? 

Here’s a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions: 

If: 

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 

Is represented as: 

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26. 

Then: 

H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K 

8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 =98%

And 

K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E 

11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 =96% 

But ,

A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E 

1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 =100% 

And, 

B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T 

2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 =103% 

AND, look how far ass kissing will take you. 

A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G 

1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118% 

So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty, that while hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there. 

Its the Bullshit and Ass Kissing that will put you over the top. 

Now you know why some people are where they are! 

 

Quotes on re-birth

Karma brings us ever back to rebirth, binds us to the wheel of births and deaths. Good Karma drags us back as relentlessly as bad, and the chain which is wrought out of our virtues holds as firmly and as closely as that forged from our vices. Annie Besant
Assimilation of the fruits of each past life takes place before the spirit descends to rebirth, and consequently, the character generated is fully formed and readily expressed in the subtle, mobile mind-stuff of the Region of Concrete Thought, where the archetype of the coming dense body is built. Max Heindel
A rebirth out of spiritual adversity causes us to become new creatures. James E. Faust
One thing I want to make clear, as far as my own rebirth is concerned, the final authority is myself and no one else, and obviously not China’s Communists. Dalai Lama
Everyone focuses on the earthly state, but how cool might death be? I believe in spiritual rebirth, and I can’t wait to experience that. Barry Zito

“Tell a wise person, or else keep silent,
because the mass man will mock it right away.
I praise what is truly alive,
what longs to be burned to death.

In the calm water of the love-nights,
where you were begotten, where you have begotten,
a strange feeling comes over you,
when you see the silent candle burning.

Now you are no longer caught
in the obsession with darkness,
and a desire for higher love-making
sweeps you upward.

Distance does not make you falter.
Now, arriving in magic, flying,
and finally, insane for the light,
you are the butterfly and you are gone.

And so long as you haven’t experienced
this: to die and so to grow,
you are only a troubled guest
on the dark earth.” ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe