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- Today, our venerable Minister publishes two texts: How a full
moon led to deep conclusions and how he visits an Estonian strip establishment.
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- The state of health in Ladonia is continuously excellent. Nobody has
been reoported ill since our declaration of indsependence 1996. Thanks
to our modern health services it seems to matter little that our House
of Health was washed into the sea during a stern winter storm in early
1998, still nobody is ill, and in addition, the risk of various iatrogenic
(by medical profession inadverently inflicted) conditions have been
effectively eliminated with that unforeseen journey towards the deep
oceans of our House of Health. As a consequence, the Ministry of Health
may use its energy to rather periferal Health related issues. Today
- outstripping time:
- Yesterday, if we move back to a day in May, I think we all enjoyded
a beautiful moon, it rose like a fragmented orange behind the yet
naked but budding trees in the woods of my favourite stone ring -
imagine the faint greens of the ground in the dusk, the brownish-purple
of the trees, and the satin deep blue sky turning turquoise on the
opposite side with a resplendent Venus in the West behind delicate
black mesh-work of all the branches - and I thought, will it ever
be more beautiful than this, and it was also a moment of sadness,
that sooner or later I had to leave my brief encounter with near perfection
in Nature. I meditated a short while trying to find my own reality
rather than chasing fantasy figures - and then a much stronger other-than-me
presence revealed itself above the stone ring - it vibrated, I drove
home, through my old home town, it too seemed a gem of beauty (I usually
think it is a boring place) and the full moon had reached exactly
to the middle of Merchant Road between two low rows of houses. A shop
run by immigrants was yet open (late night open shops used to be unthinkable
in correct boring Sweden), I stopped the car just to feel some human
company, they spoke turkish between themselves, it was so peaceful and perfect
as ever could be, everybody seemed happy and at peace, husbands were husbands,
wives were wives, grandpa was grandpa, customers were their nature,
fruits, vegetables theirs, just as if it really were possible, all under
the full moon, people smiled with strange secretive glances, one of those
blissful moments of life on a street in an insignificant little town...
- That was easy. But now, dear readers, with quietened minds, consider
the future.
- Time is a river flowing through eternity, and eternity is a world suspended in
freedom... Understand, most of us are fake copies of ourselves, the course
of urban life has shaped us into personalities, we all have matured and
become persons, but persons are conditioned by ready-mades, whatever they
react repeats what is already acknowledged and a ready-made action, and among
those persons you find usually the most decorated of scientists and writers,
and you know, musicians who write: Iiiiizzzk...knix... crack,crack........
..........RRRRRR.. .....ZIIIIIP...zap,zap! chochochochochhh hhh ............BANG!!
..Zzzztztztz... etc. All these persons belong to Consensus Reality
and walk bellies forward in the middle of the sidewalk.
- In the backyard trashcans you find real talent, that which nobody needs
and very often even those who have it throw away: We must find out
what is hidden under this personality armour, the part of us which
makes no plans, because it knows plans are destined to fail and bring
disaster in their trail as they belong to the lowest of worlds where
everything just runs down and down, to time, while in eternity dwell
our individualities which make no plans but are extremely sensitive
to intuition and inspiration, and these individualities, when educated,
if educated, let out into the open, if discovered, may reach beyond
eternity, where unconditioned freedom resides, the I-will. It must
be unconditioned, otherwise it would not be freedom, but as a consequence,
unconditioned, there is nothing to render it visible, it can only
be experienced as itself - so either you are a person, or somebody seeking
I-will, or an individual in full posession of I-will, a sage.
- And sages may make things happen through outstripping time.
- The walls of the Ministry of Health are decorated with many portraits
of sages who lived in pre-Ladonian times, two of them represent G.I.
Gurdjieff an alleged Russian spy and J.G. Bennett, a British intelligence
officer, linguist and matematician, who had been assigned to check
on Gurdjieff in Istambul in 1920. You can easily find more about them
as well as about their outstripping time on the internet.
- A Joyeous Beginning of the Summer to All Peoples in the World!
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- Text II
- When the summer had not yet come, your Minister of Health went to Estonia
on business and landed in golden Saturday afternoon sun, the cab driver
wasted no time suggesting a special kind of health promoting sauna
manned by beautiful women for 1000 EEK an hour, and stated a Finnish
gentleman of 75 had booked 2 hours and been very pleased. I kindly
declined the offer and vent to the Vesper in the Orthodox Cathedral
and its unparallelled singing. For every sentence sung from the gospels
the congregated Russians crossed themselves and made a bow... graceously...
time and again... soon I followed suit like a tiny part of a large
calm river - people looked poor and insignificant, a never-ending
service just flowed through them, it was all outside Western Time.
I remember every detail, the people, the gold, the icons, the large
patch of evening sun high up on a gallery wall housing the choir...
I would say, I was happy in that moment.
- I left for the Drama Theatre - Eward Albee's Three Tall Women
(in Estonian transalation) and sitting in front row I thoroughly enjoyed
it, good acting, good language from deep down the belly, and finally
the play stated happiness to be looking back on the moments of a long
life, when it all had been... Interesting, I thought, is this Western
Protestant Philosophy - not the now, but the successful completion
of a plan?
- After the play I strolled about old town and its warm (yellowish) city lights,
medieval houses, medieval towers, deep velvet blue sky of spring announcing
the white nights of summer to come, which all made me feel happiness
again, out of time, but I was hungry and stopped at a reataurant in
a three story medieval house serving medieval food with waitresses in medieval
costumes and illuminated by candles. Among the western tourists inside
there were also different people, the female beauty of whom was produced
by a rounder face, and something very special with the eyes, different
eyes, I cannot explain, maybe just boldly slanting, but not at all Oriental...
Well, I payed and strolled on, to an Italian Wine Store and had more
wine, strolled further, and then flirted with me a flashing sign in the
night: STRIPTI, stripti, STRIPTI, stripti, STRIPTI, stripti... and I thought,
"Well, what the heck" and entered.
- I found a spaceous wine colored place two fleets of stairs up with
some 20 men of all ages in nice clothes seated along the walls, a
stage with steel poles center floor tightly brimmed with little golden-glow
lamps, a bar in one corner where I asked for a big Saku Originaal
(Estonian lager), and two rather tastefully furbished Privete Solo
Dance Rooms (not for sex). The girls were all Russian, no Estonian
girl in sight, and boy could they dance! One I especially liked who
climbed high up under the ceiling, like a bird... she was an artist.
And they always dropped a curtsey before approaching someone for a
tip, or to beacon someone to the private rooms. There was such unexpected
heart warming simplicity about everything that I was moved and floated
back into the eternal river again I had encountered in the cathedral during
the Vesper before sunset, beyond our Western Time Scale, and once again
that day I felt happiness - there was nothing callous about these women,
they were simply out of time, dancing an ages old art - and how could you
enjoy their eternal art with attachment to time and egoistic plans?
- Next day I saw sculptures in an Estonian Protestant Church Museum.
Something was wrong with them. They were intimidating passive stern
faced Madonnas like harnessed to fulfil a plan, and entirely lifeless.
The standard of living is higher in Estonia than in Russia. The Russians
have a much richer country than the Estonians but are very poor. Nobody
understands why. You can have courage and build a useful machiene
and keep it working, and you can have courage and show humankind that
eternity is always just around the corner, if only we could see...
And you can be totally free in both roles. This a Russian girl taught
me, who could climb high up under the ceiling, and hardly knew a word
of Estonian nor English.
- Next morning I took a taxi back to the airport, entered the back door
and walked up to my welcoming party at the front door, very cleverly
asking them to wait while I changed some money, and then went on with
less esoteric health business in disguise of the personality everybody
had expecxted, and that dear Ladonians and Peoples All over the World,
is external considering - and prevents in people around internal consideringt,
harmful to their souls, i.e. demanding others to behave according
to egoistic needs. I wanted to sell know-how about process work psychology,
and time simply wasn't mature for introducing the dynamism of secondary
processes - usually disposed of under carpets, if at all conscious
- and their far reaching impact on health in general - since, dear
Ladonians and All Peoples of the World, whatever in your individuality
you disawow, starts haunting you in dreams and body symptoms, and
if you still ignore their voice, they may eventually kill you. This
is the ultimate clue to a healthy life - know thyself - and as we
saw in the June issue of this column, that implies freedom from time
- or more exactly, from considering time!
- Thus in the Hall of Fame of our Ministry of Health you also will find
a portrait of Arnold Mindell, the MIT physicist who became a Jungian
and created a formidable synthesis of cross cultural human experience,
and still is active in his PWP centre in Portland Oregon where powerful
Columbia river merges with another very powerful river the name of
which I have forgotten.
- To all Ladonians and Peoples All Over the World, A Leisurely Season!
- Emanuel von Bock, Minister of Health
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