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Spring going out of trees.

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Thankfull my english teacher Paul (info@derenglischprofi.com)
and my friend Sophia
for translation help.
Thank you all my avid reader.

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Twenty eighth. The place brighten up the person, and the person – the place.

Those, who have moved to another country know, how difficult is in a foreign land the first … teen years. It takes years for the foreign land to become native. That integration takes an average of seven years, I read in scientific literature. And I simply wondered, how exactly did this time pattern coincide with my feelings! Moreover, this period does not depend on effort you invested in it. I had felt as if I might only look at the new world, but I couldn’t take an active part in it. Partly cause as if the rules of the game are incomprehensible, partly cause as if it has been not allowed for me to play on the field, have been kept on a reserve bench.
After seven years, many doors happen to open by themselves and I no longer feel separated, but as part of a community. It is interesting, that separation is almost always felt strongly, and a community is becoming included in the structure of the personality and felt not as intensively anymore or not felt at all. Except, sure, when you specifically work on this matter through meditation or other spiritual practices.
Let us return to my favorite world of plants. By analogy, the transplanted apple tree begins to bear fruit in full force after several years of integration – plus minus seven years.
Now we know, that only patience and time, and not effort, is required for both: after plants transplanting and after the human moving. The question is: where we “transfer” ourselves. Is it a fertile ground for us?
It has been scientifically proven that beautiful housing / place of residence provides a positive effect on a person’s fate. Here we mean harmonious beautiful housing, not a golden cage. The family (cosy) place, where you want to come home.
Again, statistics confirm, those lucky children, who grew up in a beautiful building / yard are more prosperous, than children, who had to live in grey concrete blocks.
By the way, also statistics confirms, that people, who are friends with prosperous married couples, have a better chance to create a happy family unit as well.
But what about those, who do not have a beautiful place to live and no opportunity to move?
Consider yourself lucky even more! After all, then it is YOU, who can brighten up your place.
Start to change something. This may be anything, but that feeds your soul: plant a tree in the courtyard or sing mantras in the morning, make pleasant contact with your neighbors or listen to the old woman on the corner, even start to run every day.
It is important, that changes be introduced gradually. Patience and time! And also the belief, that you are able to change something. And that is all the ingredients of magic.
But, do not expect, that your changes will be immediate and with delight accepted. Maybe everything will be exactly the opposite. But (!) over time (!) your efforts comes back hundredfold. A good trend is contagious. The environment will gradually tighten. And whom the new vibration is pressing on their ears and who are not ready for positive changes, they are “unexpectedly” moving to another place.
Sure, if you have enough spark, it is better to create a community. Together you can achieve a lot.
For example: to obtain permission to repaint the grey block in the orange-brick colour (Hello Tuscany); to build a playground together; to appoint as a caretaker the friendly non-drinker uncle Vasya, who is anyway retired and whom is also very important to feel himself still necessary and a additional earnings will not hurt … and so on.
If this is not a high-rise building, but your own house, here you can generally move mountains. Well, firstly, to get rid of rubbish, and also secondly, and thirdly. It’s generally the best way to start. And then, on the free space – create!  Mix the ingredients of your destiny. And remember, how your creation affects your environment.
God help you!

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Twenty seventh. Nature abhors a vacuum.

About six years ago, having become the happy owner of the garden, I, as a novice gardener, learned through trial and error. That was then that the phrase I’ve met in the agrarian book got under my skin: “The earth cannot be naked!”
Stubbornly figthing against a weed, I was simply amazed how quickly new green shoots of the most varied varieties were peeking in the weeded place.
The read phrase gave its sprouts also in me- the awareness of it came: !Living! earth can not be bare! Living earth is always covered, it is protected by snow from the cold and by biomass from the heat.
If you want that nothing grow temporary, cover the ground.

When you know the essence, it is easier to find the way.
Working in my garden began to get on well. Now I looked with new respect at the weeds. I learned that there is a whole science about special weeds, which working as fertilizer or as a doctor, restoring the soil even after infection with hazardous production waste. The incoming plant is always perfect in shape and for the place, and it has a reason why it comes.

Empty place cannot be bare!
Awareness of this grew, not only in my garden, it began to acquire a more global scale.
Do you want to bring something new into your life, do you thirst for a wind of change? Create emptiness! Free up space! The vacuum of emptiness will attract the new stuff.
Similarly, if an empty space was formed without your intention, something new will definitely come in this place. There isn’t an empty place in nature at all, it is always filled with something.
Do you want to attract not just anything, but something certain, work with the forms of emptiness and with the place of emptiness. What comes will fit in shape and for the place.

Do you crave for new ideas? Clear out your desktop, remove all unnecessarities, throw away your old ideas. Create emptiness in speech by your silence and observe. Force yourself if necessary to do nothing, to think nothing, to not start anything for a while. And you will be surprised at the rainbow of ideas that will fill the emptiness.

Do you want to find a partner for life – make room. Work with a form of emptiness, if you know how he (she) should be. A person who loves nature is not easy to meet on a concreted street of city. It does not fit her/him in shape; this is not the soil on which she/he wants to grow.

Well, if you don’t know what you specifically want … Create na emptiness and watch what comes, what will respond. Nature is wise – it comes what fits. And if you don’t like what fits to you – transFORM yourself!

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Twenty sixth. Native presents.

Remember the tale of Sleeping Beauty? The invited fairies gave the princess a lot of beautiful gifts. But one witch was so annoyed that nobody invited her to the party, that she gave the princess another kind of present.

We all receive inborn gifts, some of them are beautiful and some are not quite as beautiful, but they are all gifts of nature.
In the beginning, the gifts of beauty can be well distinguished from the gifts, which you would willingly refuse if you could.
But by and by everything changes places. Beautiful gifts become as useless as candy wrappers. And it is the difficult gifts that develop and transform us.
Thus, the beauty given to a woman by nature can corrupt, and someone, who has an extraordinary mind and is praised can be distracted from his work and this could even lets him rest on his laurels of glory.

According to statistics: somebody, who is hardworking achieves success more than someone, who is “only” talented.
With difficult gifts in turn, everything is exactly the opposite. A person with a disability develops compensatory.
Many famious people have received these gifts like from the “spinning wheels presented from the uninvited witch”. They had to either overcome the consequences of such a “present” or compensate by developing the corresponding qualities.
There are, to be correct, exceptions.
So, that means, this is very important to have a look at your “difficult gifts”. Why were they given to you? To develop what?
And carefull with your beautiful gifts!

The fairytale wasn’t true, but there was a hint inside…;)

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Twenty fifth. A Traveler.

Having met a traveler, ask first from where he’s been taking his way.
Perhaps he came from afar.
Perhaps he had been walking for many years down one difficult path to here, where you have always been.
Maybe that is what’s for you a matter of five minutes, for him took forever. And not even because you are smarter than him, but because you have started from different points.

If someone makes fun of your achievements, just know – your path was difficult, and the mocker doesn’t have the right experience to understand you. He does not realize because he did not pass it.
There is dust on your shoes, and your hands are grazed. You fought (your way) through the blackthorn, went from yourself to himself to understand him. Do not expect that he’ll understand you.
He will laugh about your strategies and plans to learn that, what he has always known…

And then, you have learnt and the offender is going to be quiet. But you won’t find out about that anymore. You’re on your way again. On the new road to new knowledge….because this new space has become a comfort zone for you and you feel bored in it… because you walk in giant strides. And that is what someone standing sees from his fixed point, just one frame of your whole movie.

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Twenty fourth. Memories of paradise.

Somewhere, in a faraway land, there were people. In some ways they were like us. But all of them, as one, were wizards. And each and everyone of them performed miracles in his beloved field. And because all those miracles were absolutely harmonious, the country was like a paradise. And so this country was called – the paradise country. But one day a strong wind blew and swept the whole country of harmonies, as if it had never existed. And wizards were scattered throughout the earth. No one knows why, but the wizards, who could overcame the flight, lost their memory.

So it is, that they still live among us and don’t know, that they are wizards, and don’t remember which miracles they can do. Only sometimes, have led from the memory of his soul and his hands, they achieve to create their own harmony. And that feeling of unlimited happiness thereby reminds them somehow of paradise, of something so sophisticated, but, unfortunately, forgotten.
And who knows, maybe someday memory will return to them?
And who knows, maybe you are one of them?

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Twenty third. Levels of communication.

Once people learned to speak, no longer making noises.
Communication has become vital to the development of the human individual.
Sometime later, people learned to type quickly into their smartphones, ceasing to speak.
At first, difficulties arose in dictating the mail addresses, the internet pages and others… then to transfer of emoticons to the face, to express bewilderment with the shoulders, and grief – with tears.
Then all the gestures fell out, blurred in front of the gif-animation, that replaced it.
At the same time followed the abbreviation of words, to which everbody because of a lack of time agreed. LOL
Discussions about vacations and happenings replaced by posts in the social media, sharing experience – by “how to videos”.
A rare young individual, who still decides to face-to-face meetings, pre-deserted by communications, hammered into their smartphone, came to the general opinion, that there is nothing more to say in general, except: “read on FB, look at Insta, sent me via Whatsapp, etc ”
Communications had been changing to the new level.
Only pensioners dared to chat live, and then only among themselves. Contact with young people prevented by headphones in their ears and smartphones in their eyes.
Encouraged by the freed communication niche, birds and animals entered into conversation. And here, again, only the pensioners, not burdened with technology were fascinated by bird talk and squirrel gossip. They spent days on park benches, opening their mouths and sometimes trying to share those new expirience with passing young people.
“The pensioners are completely out of their minds,” wrote a tweet feed. And in the google glasses people’s, who were passing by benches, the feature “inadequate” popped up.
Separated from society, desperete retired people joined the flight training group of young chicks and, under the guidance of feathered pilots, learned to fly.
But no one saw this.
Communication of mankind was going to change to a new virtual level…

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Twenty second. Divided joy

Being merry in anticipation of rainy weather, a flock of crows filled the sky above the park.Cutting pirouettes, shouting “eh” and “uh.”
Well, at least someone rejoices at cold and sleet!
Every dog has his day. Now it is the crow’s turn, not mine.
But picked up by the delight of black birds, I smile and step out. Divided joy is doubly joy.
Maybe, and when I get drunk on my favourite weather, somewhere on top, one crow will smile back.

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Twenty first fable. Global picture.

Intertwined fates, lifes, karma. Impossible to identify something, if you look from close range.
It is necessary to move back from the anthill in order to see not just the fuss, but an ideal construction in general.
And in order to have any chance, at least, just for a moment, to see the entire architecture of the world, it is necessary to unite the mental abilities of all the chess players and speed up these abilities in the Geneva tunnel.
To realize then, that this picture of the world is without flaws, it is absolute and perfect.
To then, even having decreased to the microbe, squeaking in a second from a aspirin death, that everything was correct, it was just necessary that way.

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Twentieth fable. A word once spoken is past recalling.

We have always been taught to take responsibility for our deeds. And this is definitely correct. But there is also a responsibility for our words. And high class! – responsibility for our thoughts, which are going to be truth as well (that is no longer and for nobody a secret). Just like actions, words and thoughts are drag on consequences behind them. The responsibility is this: Before you give somebody a portion of considerations, go with the mind (the mind is not always a spike in the wheels) the path of possible consequences that your words may influence the listener. Without training it takes time, of course. The other person may already leave you before you do your first preliminary analysis. But this is only at the beginning. Over time the speed of pre-thinking will increase, and yes, it will in geometrical progression. Mistakes, of course, happen. Forgive yourself for them. We are not machines. Over time you will learn to look very quickly for the correct wording of your own mental images, and then you will help and even heal with your words. You will become a gardener, even their footracks start to flower.
But! The higher your level is, the greater your responsibility becomes, and even stricter your exit censor should be.

The most effective instrument of speech is the image.
Having told a person in good faith, half in jest, that he looks like a watermelon, ready to crack, and that it’s time for him to lose weight (for his own good), you can even provoke a disease. Images, stucking in the body, begin to act.
Instead of it (or correcting your previous mistake), you can express your admiration, how you imagine this person in the James Bond tuxedo, and even that he reminds you a little of him, only he just needs to lose weight.
Telling your husband that he looks like a lion, you develop his leadership qualities, and calling him a kitten you reduce his power. Here I’m not pushing to lie. Something really feline must be present in your husband, if you are going to say “lion” to him. Here the selected image, packaging would be important.

The words spoken with flattery are often puzzling. Communicating with such a person you are noticing that after he said to you: “how wonderful you look today!”, he, turning to the colleague on the right, says the same, you are going to be disappointed. Such a person is not present when pronouncing his own words. He does it automatically. Plaggued from his verbal profligacy, he loses the trust of others. What he said loses his strength, and his words lose weight. This person is no longer asked for advice, at worst he is no longer be noticed.

A person who manipulates with words loses his power through the energy expended in maintaining the manipulating fable.

A person who transmits and propagates gossip, even supposedly which to be “the truth”, becomes entangled in their networks. The same thing happens to him or he becomes a participant in the action.

A person who is obsessed with his own importance, gives more output than necessary, cannot stop in fear of looking insignificant. For others it is difficult and energy-consuming, they want to escape from them. Therefore, around this person becomes empty.

A person spreading gloom and complaints causes aggression. The energy that this person unconsciously conveys is aggressive nature. The complainant pulls forces from the listener, which is directly related to violence.

A person who thinks, that if he/she were loved a lot, so that it should be possible to guess his wishes, gets disappointed and misses a lot of wonderful gifts, that he would get by opening his mouth. Cheaping for conversion he suffers from loneliness.

Everything that has been said here didn’t intent to label, but in order to learn to calibrate your own returns – words, and also to be able to forgive people, who do not OWN their words.
And here it becomes important not what someone said, but why. It may happen, that somebody, who insults you, but has the true intention to say, that he is so afraid of confronting you and it is easier for him to push you away, than to bear this burden. And you will see the truth under this packaging.

And although, to give your two cents is absolutely legitimate and great – this is like to share with others what you have. Share generously with kindness and joy, cause it’s so nice to see happy people around!

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Nineteenth fable. Gifts from the Universe.

The Universe has favourably showered us with gifts. The gifts sometimes lie on the surface – come and take them.

Sometimes you have to look for the gifts or unlock them with a special key or code. The most valuable gifts need to be
sought out with a map, like treasure.

For instance (let us say), you come somewhere in search of an answer to a problem and you see a person in a bad mood, who is obviously not sympathetic to you and doesn’t want to help you. What is here? Here is the Jackpot, the main win! Pay attention. Listen! Turn off your emotions. Just listen to what this person is saying. In their words (or in their screams) the answer will come to you. Only if you are attentive will you hear it.
Well, so everything is quite simple – although how much of an individual we consider ourselves to be, we all are still part of a single harmonious whole.
Do you think that when someone is unkind it breaks the harmony? No!
This person is only trying, although not very skillfully, to give something.
The greatest happiness for everyone is to give and even more so, if these gifts are accepted. So human structure is woven. When a person is afraid that his gifts will not be accepted, he gives them with pressure, he screams.
When a person is going against his nature and doesn’t want to give anything, he will unintentionally give the whole treasury. Listen. And thank.

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Eighteenth fable. Cognition and shaping of the world.

What kind of stuff could be shoveled inside of us?
These mountains? This house? The cat on the roof ?
We shovel food and drink inside us. We taste this and that, try to taste, we eat, we starve, we go on a diet.
We explore the world, us through the world, the world in us, the world incoming and outgoing.
We shovel in the mountains – through the optics of our eyes to the nerve endings and into the brain. And these mountains remain there. Or connect with the cat on the roof, with the house and with food.
And all this is mixed with creative excitement, and then falls out in the form of poems, pictures, stories and dreams, and even empty chatter and fears.
The cat can get lost in the mountains  or fly up on a piece of cake, sweetly purring.
All this exhaustion of creativity is checked by internal censors. To be relevant, decent, adequate and calm.
How else? Otherwise it would be a kind of messy slush coming out.

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Seventeenth fable. 0.0 … ∞ about time

He bent down to pick up the autumn leaf and was taken aback.
The leaf fell apart from his touch. It tooks an eternity, but he did not notice…

Time flows, leaking through fingers.
Time flies, goes back or stops.
Time will be regretted at the end, if wasted at the beginning.
Time is a strong currency, which does not depend on inflation and cannot be changed.
Time is Chronos and Kairos. You can invest in both- its quality and quantity, but it is not possible to change one to another, time is lost.
Our ancestors said “time was like that,” we say “now time is like this”. Time is like this and that.
Time is inexorable and merciless, and yet time is a great healer.
Happiness takes no account of time, and he who pays attention to time has not enough of it.
To save one own’s time means to save someone else’s time. Arriving late to meet – stealing the time of who was waiting, and paying back with one own’s time, forced to listen to someone’s boring chatter or fulfilling someone’s annoying requests.
To think that someone can explain or identify time fully, it’s like losing your mind.
You can try to recognise this moment of time, and yet, when it already seems as if you are about to realize it, time takes this moment and gives you another.

And it all starts again from the beginning. Again and again. And so on to eternity. Tick-tack, tick-tack.

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Sixteenth fable. Gifts for God.

To be in the right place at the right time and in the right form is easy. To BE IN these things – yes, but it happens rarely.
More often the appearance fits either in the past or in the future. So either the time is up, or it hasn’t come yet.

Sometimes somebody judges you at first sight and you do not dare to enter their court.
Sometimes it’s as if you’re swimming underwater and trying to say something, letting bubbles out instead of words.
And others pass by and look at your bubbles, as something incomprehensible, something wrong, and more often they completely ignore them …

What then?
Then you can only help yourself! You are like the Baron Munchausen, pulling yourself out of a swamp by your own hair.
Only you, screaming to yourself that your bubbles are correct, continue to bubble, this is your destiny and your happiness!

Even though it is impossible to push it into any niche and open your own business, because there is no need at all and cannot be any in this place and at this moment. And anyway, you leave at last your unloved monotonous work and do your favourite bubbles!

And this everything in the only hope that when you come into God’s presence, bringing your bubbles to him as your gift, with the words: “this is what I did with love!”, God will sincerely rejoice in them and accepting them as something of real value, will understand what you’ve bubbled in your life!

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Fifteenth fable. False mirrors.

Once upon a time, in a country (maybe you know it, maybe not), lived Robert, a middle aged knight.

And everything was as it usually was and this would have carried on like that, but one day … Robert noticed that his mirror didn’t reflect himself, as before. Now someone else was looking at him from the mirror.

Robert remembered that there was a ritual of initiation into the knights of the highest rank. In darkness they had to stand with a candle in front of the mirror – after a while they suddenly saw another face in the mirror. Even some of the bravest knights dared not to go through the ritual. And Robert, though not timid, didn’t really want to experience it too.

Now, there was the moment to reflect on many things. For example, how did this person in the mirror differ from him? How did the knight regard himself? Well, anyway, more younger and likeable as in the mirror!

But he had always been able to trust the mirror before! And once looked in the mirror he was very pleasant.
And now, doubts and scepticism grew more with every day.

Robert was absorbed in his thoughts. And maybe even today he would have still been deep in his thoughts, but at that time a prince from overseas passed his castle. He saw the knight in his hopeless and desperate situation and asked him, what would such a glorious knight worry about? Robert told him his story. Coincidentally this prince came from a distant country, where there were no any mirrors at all.

And he told him why: all mirrors are crooked, they distort everything: in youth they do flatter them, and in maturity insult. A mirror reflection is therefore false, because it shows the opposite to the original, back-to-front and makes the shown person often sad and weak. Reflection in the mirror is like a bad fake, which disappears without the energy of the original. What you need is to believe your most faithful friend – your soul! The soul is on the same side as you and looks with your eyes to the same side as you. As a true friend, your soul will always tell the truth, and its sincerity will increase your strength and glory.

After Robert had listen to all the things the prince had to say, he went on a long journey to the foreign country without mirrors. There he met many beautiful people. They believed in their spirit and their spirit was blossoming and singing!

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Fourteenth fable. Life in iPhone.

She looked at herself through her iPhone long and very often, adjusting her smiles and poses to the angles and standards of the camera’s eyes. But one day …

The phone blocked and suddenly announced that it didn’t see anyone any selfie, so there was nothing worth to be photographed. She had to smile and bow for a long time to get any output at all.

Then the iPhone (don’t forget – the offspring of a simple phone family!), as if mocking, identified her face as a Peter from Facebook.

And because Peter’s current location was in a supermarket for rubber dolls in Hong Kong, Google intervened and requested to write a couple of nice words about this place and back it up with some photos.

In her frustration, she tried to calm her frayed nerves by eating. But her home connect refrigerator didn’t open the door, blocked by a food purchase app and supported by a fitness&nutrision app, which also sent a warning mail about “what such late gluttony is fraught with”.

Heating was switched off, despite the frost, because the weather app gave information about the Hong Kong wheather, where Peter was now (what a hell he was doing there!).

For full happiness, Amazon sent a rickshaw cart as a trial to Peter’s location (having previously debit the large sum of money from her account).

Reasons: rush hour and traffic jams in Hong Kong at this time plus Peter’s profile of social media calculated that after the supermarket Peter could need to party hard. And where he goes to party hard knows Google as well as his curious neighbours. And to get there at this time was possible only by rickshaw or on a racing bike. The bicycle was still in process of being built in China, and the rickshaw cart was in stock.

She desperately pressed Dash Button “cut the Internet”,which was hanging over her bed for emergency cases, and … woke up! The phone on the bedside table showed 35 missed messages, but to her delight, it recognized her fingerprint, called her by name and even displayed her sleepy selfie.

What a nightmare!

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Thirteenth fable. About sky and earth.

People were for a long time dreaming of the sky, as one day …
people fell into the sky.
It was a wonderful feeling – to lie in the sky, to cuddle in the clouds, to play with the stars.

But, after a time, people began to miss the land, the trees and flowers, the sea and fish, the animals, especially their pets.

And so, one by one, people began to drag the land with its flora and fauna into the heavens and to plant it there until they had dragged the whole earth into the sky.

The sky had no choice than to refill the area where the earth had been.

And people realized that they felt happiest with the earth under their feet and with the sky over their head.

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Twelfth fable. Vibration of fear.

When someone triggers the fear in you, remember our resonance quality. We wave, vibrate with the environment. It is a fear from the other which is making your strings tremble.
Very often, the person (who throws fear) is only a frightened child inside of himself, who choses an attack strategy for defense.
The most logical thing to do in this situation is to calm the trembling person.
“With me you have nothing to fear, I woun’t hurt you!” – should signal all your sence-transmitters.
Slowing down your vibrations, you can also calm him.
When you realize that this fear doesn’t belong to you, you can slow down your vibrations. Focusing on your breathing, slowing and deepening your breath.

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Eleventh fable. About depths and paths.

Only when you dare to face the truth and name all the feelings, especially those that hide deep inside you, then things will start to be interesting. Interesting for you to be with yourself, because you will begin to discover your true endless field of possibilities, you will get on the path of self-finding. But this road is not a highway with a lot of other fellow travellers, but a narrow path, on which there is only one place – for you.

Youth – speed, maturity – depth. Don’t be afraid, we won’t drown, we’ve become strong, we’ve already learnt to swim. It doesn’t matter anymore that we are getting old, becoming unattractive. And because of the mass of water between the youth, that is swimming on the water surface and us in the depth, we seem to them complicated and faded. To be afraid of loneliness is too late, it has already begun. And the struggle for attention makes no more sense.

Walk your way lightly and alone, or be the part of the aging mainstream, but consciously and tastefully.

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Tenth fable. About something trivial.

The little sock is standing on the pavement.
The sock is lost.
A lonely, bored little sock.

Only one child needs this sock, which is like a cinderella’s shoe, only fits one child’s foot.
And somewhere else sock’s twin brother is also lonely and lost.

What shall be done?

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Eighth fable. Magic dreams.

You sleep and see magic dreams.
And your dreams see you.
They know you like no other.
They dip you into the magic lace of fairy tales, visions, pictures, music, feelings.
Everything that you desire, everything to your taste, all the very most, the best for you.
“What are magic dreams! you think, when waking up in the morning.
“What a magical dreamer!”, your dreams think, when leaving you in the morning.

Author T. Weingart

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Seventh fable. Rainbowpeople

The rainbow connects two points – here and there.
It is a gate.
It is an invitation to the skyway.

The wealth of the world consists of connecting everything.
All the languages of ​​the world together form the key to the treasury. Each language is unique in its own way, but alone, it isn’t perfect.
Learn one word, that interest you the most, in many different languages ​​and you will feel how it harmonises, the true meaning goes beyond our normal understanding.

All folks, all traditions, all conventions, all music, poetry and prose, smells and sounds, feelings and senses, all of them, added together, one to one – is the wealth of the world. In connection it is the beauty of the world and its power. In monotony – its impoverishment.

And now, there are such people – rainbowpeople. They were born in one place, but now they live in a completely different place. They love both of them. The rainbowpeople are like bridges between here and there. They often combine two points across the continents. They are, maybe, already strangers there, and, still, not absolutely native here. It is not easy for them. Rainbowpeople are stretched to the sky. They hold both sides, like a kid by the hand, often despite their resistance. They need to be tolerant there and considerate here. They understand that it is not easy to see another colour, standing on one end of the infinite colourpalette. Rainbowpeople empathize both sides, because they weren’t always the rainbowpeople, but they were a point here or there.

Rainbowpeople transmit the combined colours of both sides through the rainbow. It’s the only way to understand that both sides are right. There are no wrong sides at all. They are just different. They are like different colors of the palette, which when mixed, could be shown as light to the artist.

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Sixth fable. About the weather and the true friends.

Waking up in the morning, Masha suddenly felt that something was different. Going out, she realized what the difference was. The weather. There was no weather at all. No wind, no rain, no snow, no fog. It was neither cold nor hot. Nothing!
The sun and the moon were gone, and instead of the sky there was an emptiness.
Masha suddenly felt that she had nothing to rely on, she didn’t know how to start her day.

Usually her day began with looking outside and everything was dancing from here on. Masha grumbled first about the weather for a while. For her it was either too windy, or too sunny, or too cloudy, or too foggy.
Then she calibrated the weather for a long time, adjusting it to her plans.

Then Masha realized that she had offended the weather. The weather had gone! It had left forever. The weather had gone to those, who waited and welcomed it. Masha also thought that if she were the weather, she would have had enough a long time ago.
And Masha understood, that if the weather would not forgive it, then following her, flora and fauna would also be gone very soon, and even the stones of her house will slowly, but surely move. And after that Masha would disappear without her faithful friends, like a speck of dust without dust.

Cause, after all, whatever one may say, the faithful friends are the most patient friends. And they are patient because they know that they are needed by you!

Author T. Weingart

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Fourth fable. About the nature of the wind.

Who said that the wind shakes the trees? Quite the contrary.
The trees make the wind. Have you seen a single branch trembling and swaying on a tree, which is absolutely still? It is magical.
When the trees start to worry, you still don’t feel the wind.
Catch this moment, when the trees begin to conspiratorially whispering and swaying. So they create the wind, which they use to knead their numb trunks, throw off their old branches, comb their crowns.

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Third fable. A classical woman.

One day in 1817, I will come here again – as a classical woman.
With all those feminine energies, ruffles and beautiful gestures.

In the meantime, I am like I am: I put on throusers, take a rucksack and go to climb the next peaks and my own fear.

One day I will give up working and will selflessly clean the pots and cook special dishes for my man.

And now I recklessly ride a bike, write pamphlets and laugh at silly jokes.

One day I will calm down in a small apartment on the outskirts of town and will knit endless scarves and mittens for my grandchildren and for the grandchildren of my neighbors. And the ligature of my thoughts and dreams will lay down plain like a smooth loops.

And now I fight with my dragons and, could hardly standing on my feet, fall into the night to enter the world of adventures dreams.

One day I will settle down in some picturesque Tuscany and will then understand, that it’s nice here, until you start cooking the same soup. And I will again look upon the horizont and be carried away by the wind.

One day…

But now I’m giving what I have. And what I am.
Hoping secretly that someone would be at least a little more bored without all this rubbish.

Author: T. Weingart

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Second fable. Woman’s age.

A little girl asks her Mum:
– How can I be a grown up like you as quick as I can ? I want it to happen, now!
– No rush, honey. All in its own time.

A young woman asks an aging woman:
– How old are you?
– Forty eight!
“Well, fine,” she says and thinks: “It’s scary to grow old!” An older woman thinks: “And I was scared too! But how to explain that with age comes freedom?”

She looks at her grandma and thinks: “It’s probably boring for her to live, it’s already hard for her to travel and she’s at home all day.”
“No,” grandma thinks, “I’m not bored. I have a whole life in my mind and I feel like a little girl, who no longer wants to grow up ”.

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First fable. How humans sound.

Humans sound like music.
Everyone has his own musical instrument, plays his own symphony.

A musical individual will always value beautiful music made by other people, but will also immediately feel the wrong tones. A sensitive person needs only one false note to spoil his impression of the whole composition.
When new people get together, their orchestra starts tuning. Selection of instruments, choice of repertoire are going on. Cacophony of sounds. After several rehearsals, the orchestra starts to come together. The first violin and the contrabass, the solo of the pipe, the conductor and the composition have been choosen, the seats have been located. After the concert the people of the orchestra go their separate ways, but a couple of them are staying still and spending some time together. People say that “they can sing together”. Their vibrations create a new music.

If you want to learn a new language – listen to its music. Words are just notes. If you hear the music, you can sing it without knowledge of the notes, you can understand it without language skills.

Author T. Weingart

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Сказочка двадцать седьмая. Природа не терпит пустоты.

Лет эдак шесть назад, став счастливым обладателем дачного участка, я, как начинающий садовник, училась методом проб и ошибок. Именно тогда встреченная мною в аграрной книге фраза запала мне в сердце.
“Земля не может быть голой!”
Упорно борясь с сорняком, я просто диву давалась, как быстро на прополотом месте проклёвываются новые зелёные ростки самых разнообразных сортов. Прочитанная фраза дала свои ростки и во мне – пришло её осознание. Живая! земля не может быть голой! Живая земля всегда укрыта, она под защитой снега от холода и биомассы – от жары. Хочешь, чтобы пока ничего не росло – прикрой землю.

Когда знаешь суть, легче найти путь. Работа на даче стала спориться. Теперь я смотрела на сорняки с уважением. Узнала, что есть целая наука об особенных сорняках, работающих как удобрение или как лекарь, восстанавливающих почву даже после заражения опасными для здоровья отходами производства. Пришедшее растение всегда идеально подходит по форме и к месту, и имеет причину, почему именно оно приходит.

Свято место пусто не бывает.
Понимание росло не только на моей грядке, оно начало приобретать более глобальные масштабы.
Хочешь привнести в жизнь что-то новое, жаждешь ветра перемен? Создай пустоту! Освободи место! Вакуум пустоты притянет новое. Точно также если пустое место образовалось без твоего вмешательства – на это место обязательно придет что-то новое. Пустоты в природе не бывает, она всегда наполняется чем-то.
Хочешь притянуть не что попало, а что-то определенное, работай с формами пустоты, с местом пустоты. Придет то, что подойдёт по форме и к месту.
Хочешь новых идей? Освободи рабочий стол, убери всё лишнее, выбрось старые идеи. Создай пустоту в речи молчанием и наблюдай. Ляжь на печку, как Иванушка-Дурачок. Заставь себя, если потребуется, ничего не делать, ничего не думать, ничего не начинать. И ты удивишься радуге идей, заполонивших пустоту.
Хочешь обрести спутника (-цу) жизни – освободи место. Создай форму пустоты, если знаешь каким он (она) должен (-на) быть. Человека, любящего природу все же легче встретить не на бетонированной улице Мегаполиса. Он не подходит сюда по форме; это не та почва, на которой он захочет расти.
Ну а если не знаешь что ты конкретно хочешь… Создай пустоту и наблюдай, что придёт, что откликнется. Природа мудра – приходит то, что подходит. Ну а если не нравится, что тебе подходит – меня свою форму, трансФОРМируй себя сам!

Автор: Т. Вайнгарт

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