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CHRISTMAS PRESENT
Dear Mrs. MacMillan, With pleasure I herewith send you three Christmas stories for The House. I hope you will enjoy them. With kind regards.
Christmas 1991
"People don't like difficult questions without an answer"
Once upon a time...........
In a house on the border of a
forest once lived a man
from whom was said that he originated from the times of Atlantis,
from whom was said that he had experienced extra planetary worlds.
The man had been a child and
had looked around.
As a child he saw that the children around him
the people around him,
did not understand each other.
Everyone spoke his own language,
but most people did not hear what was been said.
Whom was not understood,
was attacked.
Everyone created his own limitations
and everyone knew
what was good for mankind.
The minister knew it well....
The priest knew it well....
The teacher knew it well....
The professor knew it exactly.....
Even the pope and the president of the United States
thought that they knew the truth.....
And everyone had many followers
And nevertheless it seemed if they did not understand each other and built systems for that reason. Little systems and big systems of groups of people who understood each other well or reasonably about little things, but who did not understand how to reach each other really however.
Of the peoples around him he
learned the languages.
From a book.
The languages of the peoples in the darkness.
His thoughts went further more to the regions of
the light....
Atlantis?
He went back in the time....
Back to what once was the centre.....
of the earth.....
He was back in the time.....
2000 years.....
The Sun went down over the everlasting
landscape of Latium.
He climbed a hill and saw the world...
The Via Appia.
He saw the hosts entering into the city...
on their way to the Forum.
For one moment he was:
Julius Caesar....
just a human being...
And he heard a song
"Day after day
alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin
is keeping perfectly still
Nobody seems to know him
And he knows that he's just a fool
And nobody seems to notice
but the fool on the hill
sees the world going round
and the eyes in his head
see the world spinning round..."
And he saw the people on the
Via Appia
And he heard them talk
And he also could understand them
Because he had learned their
language.
They did not know....
and continued their walk.
Then he went to that other warm
Land of white and
blue,
of sun and light,
of golden yellow
and blood red
The Land of the Inquisition
The Land of Nobility
The Land of Honour
The Land of "the man with his hand on his chest"
He heard the people
They spoke again another language
Just like 300 million others
And he learned also their language
Now he would be able to speak with almost a billion of people
In Spanish....
In Italian.....
In French.....
In English.....
In German.....
In Dutch.....
And he got acquainted with a knight
who fought for his ideals...
A knight, who had been put into the world as a fool,
but who has pronounced the wisest speeches
ever since the bible had seen the daylight
The Inquisition was strong at those days
Meanwhile the man spoke all those
"foreign" languages
And gathered hundreds of people around him
Thousands quenched their thirst of languages
on his Source
This became His Organization
Then also grew his insight
"En este mundo es el dinero
el gran agitador..."
"Not tomorrow but now"'
he thougt...
and he went away....
"Cuanto más rico
es uno
Más pobre es su valor
El que tiene dinero
No es de sí señor".
Then he went to the sauna
Like he did some years already
In a warm whirlpool he took place
And with the bubbles the ideas arose..
And then!!!
The surprise attack!!!!
In the name of justitia!!!!
Everything would him being deprived
of.....
Everything!!!!
Like Job
Anger....
Anger with the other.....
Thanks to Don Dinero......
They had not understood him.
The man thought:
"Forgive it them Lord, because they don't know what they are doing"
and kept alone his Believe
Believe in that what he did was Right
and he trusted in Justice
Right.....
The man also had a friend
He had learned to know him in His Organization
and spoken with him in the whirlpool
With him he builded another new organization
a sort of steamboat enterprise:
The Enterprise
Herewith the man and his friend
should make
a new trip
Without Don Dinero
To a bright future,
a future without bounderies....
The Man changed his friend into
a Captain
and he himself left his ship when Don Dinero struck
When Don Dinero struck, they fought side by side
"Brothers in arms" they were until the moment of triumph
Triumph?
On what?
And justice got her course....
it became light!
But one thing the man had discovered:
He or she who understands the man,
still has to come.
And she came with the light
She carried the torch of a New Spririt
She had discovered him and gave him his place
She gave him a lot of light.....
And the man demolished the wall
with them who were Don Dinero
Because, were'nt they human beings?
Did 'nt they speak a same sort of language?
He wrote a poem
On occasion of Saint Nicholas
Not concrete anymore,
because the spirit of the inquisition had not vanished yet.....
He had a new dream....
A dream of red and yellow....
But what can do a knight with
a dream,
if he has no Lady to fight for?
Then again the darkness struck
and the Lady let him go
in black he received the message
The Captain of The Enterprise
had seen
that The Man had a problem.
He was "torne between two lovers"
or "torne between two loves?"
He heard about the strike in
the darkness
and about the Lady who's wine he had been drinking
Danger threatened the Lady......
The Captain had a new "brother
in arms"
The King from the land of The Man
The Man spoke with The King
en heard his story
about The Man and The Lady
The King did not like The Lady
The Man and The Captain
again stepped into the whirlpool
And again ideas came up...
But now in conflict with honour and consciousness
The King had droven a wedge in The Man
Then he retired into the land
of
the Gilded Man
And started there a new combat
Then The Man thought that he
was a prince
and the Lady the beautiful princess,
which he could awake out of her sleep.
The beautiful princess once let him talk with one of her advisers.
He created himself a way through
the big forest of trees,
bushes, thistles and thornes, that he once had been sowing himself
And he sowed again......
letters...
One day he received a letter
of the princess.
She wrote him that she had no need to speak
about her feelings,
but was prepared to speak about the future of the prince.
His commercial future.
Everything around him the prince
had already destroyed.....
Everything that in his opinion would brake the princess
in her growth....
Then he went to her.
He spoke about what happened to him.
He did not ask for her feelings, but he saw.....
His chakra breathed the spirit....
His view had been directed to the roses...
Red and pink roses....
Respect!!!
But was it real????
The businesslike issue was a
contract
and a hand shake...
Still not yet congruent.....
Petrus??
That was not her fault.
He also had not spoken untruth
And the "partner" then???
also businesslike...
During that conversation.
It was not good...
And it was not bad...
The boundary between Love and
respect is even as clear
as between sea and beach
The "partner" is much more... and real!!!
The Man wrote the Captain
The Captain...
He kept silent....
Then it became Christmas.....
Christmas 1991......
The man sent a postcard to the
princess,
also for the benefit of her total household
1992
In this magical
new year of
unification
I wish you
much
respect for...
trust in...
love for.... and
believe in...
each other
also as the basis for
a commercial
SUCCESS!
And see, it succeeded in those
days
That a messenger arrived
from the princess and her ladies in waiting,
the pillars of a New
Spirit,
Un Nuevo Espíritu....
Un Nuevo Horizonte.....
Un Nuevo Futuro...
A New Light
thought The Man
He also thought about the Via
Appia....
Quo Vadis....?
and became the Rock to which he had been called for!!!
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"He had to choose between
Love and Responsibility
For a while he chose for the last, but what's the difference?"
Christmas 1992
Then it became 1992
The year of the country of the Sun
The year of the country of yellow and red
The year of yellow and red
The man...
He went away
Back to the city
where it once started
Back to
Paris
Back to the city
where once his world was gathered
He took place in a boat
And let himself drive away on the stream
The stream
that brought him
to an old place
A place on the river
A place where he once had been
sitting
with the Captain
Afterwhile he went on wandering
He went for search
For search to whom was not there...
but still be present
He searched for the living among
the deaths...
Then the Man wrote a letter
A letter to his princess
He wrote that he had seen a New
Vision
of a Heart
The Heart of an Organization,
perhaps...
To the Holy Heart he went.
He wrote:
"It was not possible
to climb zigzagging
the Mountain of the Martyrs
and so he climbed right ahead
In the mystical room
he lighted a big candle
on the right side of the
Holy Virgin
with the
Holy Heart
That candle
he replaced it
to the other side
afterwhile
In the footsteps of
Toulouse Lautrec
and Van Gogh
afterwhile he has been meditating
a while
on the Place du Tertre.
Then he came to a conclusion:
An artist only becomes famous
after his or her death
And a martyr too
He wrote the princess that he
had been fighting
a lot
and that he had no need
to remain
a martyr any longer.....
Then the Man had to break...
To break with his past...
And he went away
On his way to the
Land where once the Inquisition had been born
but also
to the
Land of 1992
To a New Land
With a New Spirit
Where his brothers lived
To the Land of
The Knight...
And the Land of...
Dulcinea
Again he spoke with them
In their own language
and was welcomed like a king
He reflected
about
Fantasy
and
Reality
Dulcinea..... ?
Real
or
Fantasy?
He went to
El Toboso
The village of Dulcinea
There he wrote her a letter
and he realized one thing:
He was not
The Knight any longer
He was sitting
next to him...
But still
his Fantasy
now had become
Reality
Like a don Quijote he continued
his way
In his Mazda "Rocinante"
Until the furthest reachable
point of this continent
in the direction he had chosen
He was carried away in a Feast
In a big Feast
In a Feast
on which the eyes of the whole world
were directed
Also the feast of
Moors and Christians
Also a farewell
to his old life
and the beginning
of a new life....
In the same city
His Holy City
Granada...
Here he swore
a Holy Oath
Like the Bible says:
"God has sworn the oath"
in Hebrew:
Elizabeth...
The beginning of a New Organization:
Cervantes...
The Dream of Red and Yellow.
Then the Man went another time
to The King
The King now had other ideas about the Princess
And the Captain?
The captain came back.
Then the man went another time
to the Princess.
Back for the very last time...
The very last time???
The man has a strong faith....
But he would never believe that:
The Princess again had given
him the most beautiful
present that he could wish:
She had gone to the limits of
her capacity
to be in keeping with his thoughts
Then he also returned The Friend
The Friend of The Enterprise
Their Enterprise
He came with a present....
A spiritual present...
Music...
Spiritual Music
The Music
of
The chakra...
The Music
of
The Spirit
The Music of Spiritual Partnership
Then The man wrote another postcard
to the Princess:
"Capacity
knows no limits
I wish you much power
in the new year
to go beyond
apparent limitations
and to walk
in collaboration
to
again
a New Future
1993
a new year
of TRUST"
Then he looked to his candle
who's flame
was directed
goal oriented
to
the top!
Christmas 1996
1993
The Annus Horribilis
The Man had only been surrounded
by criminals
So he had to solve that
problem
And he did
With the help of a lot of friends
All over the world
And the years passed by.......
The year of 1996
arrived
A Royal Year
The Man he looked into the eyes
of the Queen of Spain
and the Queen
of the Netherlands
He headed towards a Lighthouse
and went
to the other side
The Land of Hope and Glory
And chose for another combination
Red and Purple
He lighted a candle
In Canterbury Cathedral
And then he saw a Princess
on the bridge behind his house
He saw that She was lonely
And a present was delivered:
Mr. Baldy
And now he knows
How to grow hair
on Mr Baldies head
He knows that he is The Bold
But kept only one question
Who is The Beautiful?
To solve that problem
he decided to start
The New Organization
and called himself
PRINCE OF EUROPE
Merry Christmas Everybody
9 DECEMBER 1996 REPORT ON BEHALF OF THE PRINCESS OF WALES
12 DECEMBER 1996 PERFECT MATCH DIRECTED TO THE PRIVATE SECRETARY TO THE PRINCESS OF WALES
