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“Life is the most fertile garden. If you plan seeds of love, flowers of happiness will grow to fill your soul.”

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“I stand on a vast grass field of many gently sloping hills. It is night, yet the sky is bright. There is no sun, but a hundred blazing blue stars, each shining in a long river of nebulous cloud. The air is warm, pleasant, fragrant with the perfume of a thousand invisible flowers. In the distance a stream of people walk toward a large vessel of some type, nestled between the hills. The ship is violet, glowing; the bright rays that stab forth from it seem to reach to the stars. Somehow I know that it is about to leave and that I am supposed to be on it. Yet, before I depart, there is something I have to discuss with Lord Krishna. He stands beside me on the wide plain, his gold flute in his right hand, a red lotus slower in his left. His dress is simple, as is mine - long blue gowns that reach to the ground. Only he wears a single jewel around his neck - the brilliant Kaustubha gem, in which the destiny of every soul can be seen. He does not look at me but toward the vast ship, and the stars beyond. He seems to be waiting for me to speak, but for some reason I cannot remember what he said last. I only know that I am a special case. Because I do not know what to ask, I say what is most on my mind. "When will I see you again, my Lord?" He gestures to the vast plain, the thousands of people leaving. "The earth is a place of time and dimension. Moments here can seem like an eternity there. It all depends on your heart. When you remember me, I am there in the blink of an eye." "Even on earth?" He nods. "Especially there. It is a unique place. Even the gods pray to take birth there." "Why that, my Lord?" He smiles faintly. His smile is bewitching. It has been said, I know, that the smile of the Lord has bewildered the minds of the angels. It has bewildered mine. "One quest always leads to another question. Some things are better to wonder about." He turns toward me finally, his long black hair blowing in the soft night breeze. The stars reflect in his black pupils; the whole universe is there. The love that flows from him is the sweetest ambrosia in all the heavens. Yet it breaks my heart to feel because I know it will soon be gone. "It is all maya," he says. "Illusion." "Will I get lost in this illusion, my Lord?" "Of course. It is to be expected. You will be lost for a long time.”

“I stand on a vast grass field of many gently sloping hills. It is night, yet the sky is bright. There is no sun, but a hundred blazing blue stars, each shining in a long river of nebulous cloud. The air is warm, pleasant, fragrant with the perfume of a thousand invisible flowers. In the distance a stream of people walk toward a large vessel of some type, nestled between the hills. The ship is violet, glowing; the bright rays that stab forth from it seem to reach to the stars. Somehow I know that it is about to leave and that I am supposed to be on it. Yet, before I depart, there is something I have to discuss with Lord Krishna. He stands beside me on the wide plain, his gold flute in his right hand, a red lotus slower in his left. His dress is simple, as is mine - long blue gowns that reach to the ground. Only he wears a single jewel around his neck - the brilliant Kaustubha gem, in which the destiny of every soul can be seen. He does not look at me but toward the vast ship, and the stars beyond. He seems to be waiting for me to speak, but for some reason I cannot remember what he said last. I only know that I am a special case. Because I do not know what to ask, I say what is most on my mind. "When will I see you again, my Lord?" He gestures to the vast plain, the thousands of people leaving. "The earth is a place of time and dimension. Moments here can seem like an eternity there. It all depends on your heart. When you remember me, I am there in the blink of an eye." "Even on earth?" He nods. "Especially there. It is a unique place. Even the gods pray to take birth there." "Why that, my Lord?" He smiles faintly. His smile is bewitching. It has been said, I know, that the smile of the Lord has bewildered the minds of the angels. It has bewildered mine. "One question always leads to another question. Some things are better to wonder about." He turns toward me finally, his long black hair blowing in the soft night breeze. The stars reflect in his black pupils; the whole universe is there. The love that flows from him is the sweetest ambrosia in all the heavens. Yet it breaks my heart to feel because I know it will soon be gone. "It is all maya," he says. "Illusion." "Will I get lost in this illusion, my Lord?" "Of course. It is to be expected. You will be lost for a long time.”

“...Ruhbilimci Jacques Mehler bu tekniği uygulayarak yirmi yıl önce 3-4 günlük bir bebeğin kendisine yabancı olan iki kadının sesini birbirinden ayırmayı başaramadığını göstermiştir. Buna karşılık, annesinin sesi ile çocuğuyla konuşan bir başka kadının sesi arasındaki ayrımı fark eder. Dahası bu çok küçük yaşta bebek, anadilini tanır.”

“Bekleyin' demişti. 'Burada bekleyin. Onlar size gelecek.' 'Kimler?' diye sormuştu Filipinli. 'Hayatının anlamını bulmuş olanlar. Hayatlarını adayacakları şeyleri bulmuş olanlar gelecek. Siz de kalplerini söküp, yerine, o şeyleri koyacaksınız. Sonra da kalpleri fırlatıp atacaksınız!' 'Ama...' demişti kızılderili. Kalpleri olmadan nasıl hayatta kalırlar?' 'Göreceksiniz!' demişti bina. 'Peki ya kimse gelmezse?' diye sormuştu Filipinli. 'Kim kalbinden vazgeçecek kadar kendini birşeye adayabilir ki?' 'Onu da göreceksiniz!' demişti bina. 'Ya hayatlarının anlamını bulamayanlar?' diye söze girmişti kızılderili. 'Onlar ne olacak?' 'Onlar da, göğüslerinde birer et parçasıyla, canlı canlı çürüyecekler. Ve buna da yaşamak demeye devam edecekler!' Son soruyu Filipinli sormuştu: 'Neden şimdi?' Kimbilir bugün kadar kaç kişi hayatını birşeylere adadı? Neden şimdi çıktın ortaya?' Son kez konuşmuştu bina: 'Çünkü DERDA adında bir çocuk doğdu!”

“Derda’nın derisindeki yarığı tek eliyle bir perde gibi aralayıp, diğeriyle kitabı etine gömdü. Kalpten gelen ve kalbe giden ne varsa, bütün damarları sayfaların arasına sıkıştırıp kitabı kapadı. Ellerini yarıktan çektiği anda Tutunamayanlar’ın pompaladığı kanla Derda hayat buldu. İlk aldığı nefesle şişen göğsüne bakan kızılderili, ameliyat masasının altındaki çöp kutusunun pedalına basıp kapağını açtı ve elindeki kalbi içine attı. Çünkü et, hiçbir işe YARAMAZDI...”