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I read this article today that was disturbing about how the International Banking system is working. I don’t understand much of it but maybe others will find it a worthwhile read. Here is a link to the article:  Reading the numbers . The conclusions are disturbing.

It was windy up here today. I caught a bit of the news and it was so windy a roof was blown off and 4 or 5 trucks were blown over on the highway. The ship to Norway couldn’t leave because of the wind.

Louise March-

Friday, December 24: Christmas Eve

In preparation for the holiday, Gurdjieff asks me to buy flags from all the nations of the world. Then he has me construct an enneagram to hang as "our flag" amidst all the national banners. The enneagram I make is about twenty-four inches in diameter, of wire wrapped in metallic foil. The circle and triangle are of gold, the inner lines that connect the points 1-4-2-8-5-7 of silver. Sixteen small blue electric lights mark the nine points around the circle and the seven points where the inner lines cross.

Now the enneagram hangs shining on the wall above the green Earth with presents below that is in place of a Christmas tree.

George, age fourteen, is the only child at the small gathering in the evening. After dinner, around midnight, Gurdjieff gives advice. "I wish give real Christmas present. Imagine Christ. Somewhere in space is." Mr. Gurdjieff forms an oval with both his hands. "Make contact. Not to center, but to outside, periphery. Draw from there, draw in, I. Settle in you, Am. Do every day. Wish to become Christ. Become. Be."

Then the chapters "My Father" and "My First Teacher" from Mr. Gurdjieff’s second series of writing Meeting with Remarkable Men are read. George, condensed and shining, is still able to hand out candies around four o’clock in the morning. (excerpt ends here) 

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An example of what an enneagram looks like.

Vital Signs-Yeh shaam . A Pakistani friend of mine told me about this song years ago. I thought I would look it up and found the music clip. I like it though I don’t know what the word mean.

Shankar Mahadevan-breathless . I found this music clip and thought it was interesting how he continuously sings throughout the song.

Today I got our car back from the garage. I saw a light chestnut-brown mouse on the other side of the street coming in and out of view as noise and movement would make it go back to its place behind a concrete rock as I waited on the other side of the street to take the bus.

There are some nice things about living where I am. There is a forest nearby that has animals in it. Its an enclosed forest so they can’t really escape but there are some deer on the outside. I saw three of them as I walked from the bus stop back here. They came from behind me and walked across the road. The other day when I was in the forest, I saw small deer, elk (I guess) and white bottomed deer. There were also pheasants.  

When I was walking to a town some 7 km away, I saw some more deer in another enclosed forest or partially enclosed forest. There was a group of them and they were all looking at me as I was walking by on the other side of the fence. One of them had antlers. They were small deer with a greyish coat. It was kinda interesting seeing their ears pointed in my direction and their faces too. Then one of them got scared and they trotted off out of sight.

We have sparrows and different sorts of birds too. Occationally a crow can be heard or seen but that’s been only recently. (In a larger town they were at the train station and bus station flying around over the parking lot) There are other birds that are grey, yellow, and white, I don’t know what they are called. Also there are bigger then sparrow birds that have a dark reddish-brown color and brownish grey. There are also some that look like red breasted robins. We have some sparrows that come to sleep under the roof of our house in the evening.

There is a mole in our yard and every once in a while a new mound of earth appears. They seem to be busy judging by how may mounds I see on other grassy areas.

There are also ponies nearby, some of them were small last year and it was nice looking at them.

Somebody down the road had peacocks, one day last year, I was driving back home and I say the mother peacock and three or four babies crossing the road in a line.

There are pheasants here. There didn’t used to be but they are here now. The male ones is see more often. The female ones less often. Sometimes they come around to our garden and I can watch them from outside my window(the males ones I’ve seen).

There are black birds that come around to our garden too.

There is also a small bird in the forest I guess. I can’t remember seeing it but if I’m right its about half the size of a sparrow and makes a soft chirp.

People here keep horses. So there are a good many varieties of them.

There is also a small hawk species out in the skies sometimes.

On my walk yesterday I saw some sheep with lots of wool on. There were about three of them in a large outdoor grassy pen. I also saw a magpie and cats. An all white cat, and all black cat(I guess) and other cats (one orange striped cat). I saw some chickens too and a dog. There were some ducks in a pond as well.

The pheasants live around here so they are easy to spot and are close by but run away or fly way when one gets too close to them.  

There are some pine trees in the forest next door and if you walk through the path between them you can smell a strong sent of pine, which is nice(In the right season I guess).

Today we got small pellets of snow falling from the sky. There at thin patches here and there where the snow pellets have stayed. The sun is shining at the moment and a nice yellow white color can be seen in the house as the light shine through. Its almost 4 pm as I write and the sun is low in the sky.

[note: what I read(past tense) could be just a bunch of nonsense and the Project Camelot as well(edit.14/02)]I happened to be reading an article about a norwegian high ranking official that talked about underground bases tunnels and strange things going on there,(futuristic technologies, an "alien" atmosphere about the underground base) and the near future where these bases would be used by elites and others, to the detrimant of the rest of the population that would not be allowed to come in, because of some catastrophic event. That can be read about at this webiste Project Camelot. On their videos page I found their interview with Bill Holden. I have no idea who he is other then what he says about in the youtube video I watched. His personal story about encounters of unsual technology, tours, UFOs, and ETs I found interesting. Just to sum up, he saw UFOs at bases and in flight(going into water and hovering), witnessed ETs of the gray variety, witnessed other UFO phenomena, got abducted and implanted (the implant can be seen under the skin of this left arm), went on a tour in South American where he saw ancient drawing of people with round helms on carved in a cave along with remains of bones that were 10,000s of years old and other similar things, he witnesses a "mother ship" flying over him with some friends near an airforce base, he got threatened to stop talking in public about his experiences once by a tall person in a black suit that came to his house and he thinks that by now we fly our own UFOs ie the "disc type air/space crafts" because of the interaction between extraterrestrials and the humans. A link to the youtube interview can be found here, otherwise in the Project Camelot site.

Well I found it surprising becaue even though I’ve read about UFO and ETs it all seems so distance but when he was talking about his personal experiences that talk directly about these things in a first hand account type of way, it did seemed to make it clearer. Some things like there are ETs and they do interact with humans, and we do have advanced technology, and we are being decieve by those that want to decieve us about the reality of this, that official culture does not want to admit, there are UFOs and we even have the technology for them. Of course, this assumes his account is true, from which I’m drawing this conclusion.

It snowed here yesterday night and we had snow on the ground up here where I live in Denmark. It’s the first time I see that much snow since I came here last May or so but then I was away for three weeks at Christmas.

I made some prose/poem, I called, "The Acher and the mark." It’s inspired by and experience I can’t put into words that I can’t remember really and something I read in a book. The comment in the book I read about was about missing the goal of our personal endevors, trying but missing, in a spiritual sort of way. It’s highly worked, not sponaneous, plays with words, uses metaphors and uses phrases and words in a different senses. I tried to give it an Eastern Mystic sort of read, like Zen passages that talk about one thing and another at the same time. Its kinda corny but here it is.

The Archer and the mark

 

The Archer aims his bow, to that distance mark

The arrow flies and the marks marked.

The arrow aims at the center, the heart.

The arrow flies and hits the mark.

 

Chorus:

Would I were always the arrow that reached its mark.

Would I were always the arrow that reached its mark.

 

The Archer and the mark,

Who can tell them apart?

When the arrow flew, was it not the Archer too?

He aims, and aims always for the heart.

 

Chorus:

Would I were always the heart that reached its destination.

Would I were always the heart that reached its destination.

 

The heart of the matter is open to the Archer,

The secret of the arrow’s flight he well knows,

When he is the mark, and the arrow flies to him, and pierces his heart,

Its always a matter of heart.

 

Chorus:

Would I were always the goal, the journey and the end.

Would I were always the goal, the journey and the end.

Would I were always the start, the middle and the end.

 

The bow bends and takes the arrow to its mark.

 

Chorus:

Would you were always the arrow on your way to your mark.

Would you were always the arrow that reached its mark.

Would you were always the heart that reached its destination.

Would you were always the goal, the journey and the end.

 

On a stone is carved your name, which you only will know.

 

Would we were always to hit the mark.