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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!

Author: T. Weingart

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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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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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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.

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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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