Lige så sikkert som “Amen” i kirken

This garden universe vibrates complete
Some may get a sound so sweet
Vibrations reach on up to become light
And then through gamma, out of sight
Between the eyes and ears there lie
The sounds of color and the light of a sigh
And to hear the sun, what a thing to believe
But it’s all around if we could but perceive
To know ultra violet, infra-red and X-rays
Beauty to find in so many ways
Two notes of the chord, that’s our full scope
But to reach the chord is our life’s hope
And to name the chord is important to some
So they give a word and the word is Om
The Word
Moody Blues

Simple Formula for Liveing

Live beneath your means.
Return everything you borrow.
Stop blaming other people.
Admit it when you make mistake.
Give clothes not worn to charity.
Do something nice and try not to get caught.
Listen more; talk less.
Every day take a 30 min. walk.
Strive for excellence, not perfection.
Be on time. Don’t make excuses.
Dont’t argue. Get organized.
Be kind to unkind people.
Let somone cut ahead of you in line.
Take time to be alone.
Cultivate good manners.
Be humble.
Realize an accept that life isn’t fair.
Know when to keep your mouth shut.
Go an entire day without criticizing anyone.
Learn from the past. Plan for the future.
Liven in the present.
Don’t sweat the small stuff.
It’s all small stuff.

Hurra for biblioteker, vidensuniverset og bibliotekarer

OM GUD OG EFTERLIVET 

“Vi er i samme situation som et lille barn, der træder ind i et kæmpestort bibliotek fyldt med bøger på mange forskellige sprog.
Barnet ved, at der må være nogen, som har skrevet disse bøger.
Det ved ikke hvordan. Barnet har vage anelser om en mystisk orden, som bøgerne er arrangeret i, men ved ikke hvad den består i. Det forekommer mig, at det er den holdning, selv det mest intelligente menneske har til Gud”.

– Albert Einstein

Der er “Noget af Gud”, i og ved ethvert menneske

Gott sei vor dir, um dir den rechten weg zu zeigen,
Gott sei neben dir, um dich in die Arme zu schleissen, um dich zu schützen gegen Gefahren.
Gott sei hinter dir, um dich aufzufangen, wenn du fällst.
Gott sei in dir, um dich zu trösten, wenn du traurig bist.
Gott sei um dich herum. um dich zu verteidigen, wenn andre über dich herfallen.
Gott sie über dir, um dich zu segnen.
So segne dich Gott, heute und allezeit.

Wünchen mit Gottes Segen auf dem weider weg,
von ein deutche kirche wenn man es weider verlassen.

Den naturvidenskabelige metode

Naturvidenskabelig metode, udført i praksis,
indeholder en række trin:
Observationer og opdagelser leder til videnskabelige spørgsmål,
der opstilles i form af hypoteser,
der kan lede til falsificerbare tests,
der efterprøves af observation og eventuelt detektion,
der igen leder til nye spørgsmål.
Der så igen opstilles i form af hypoteser,
der kan lede til falsificerbare tests,
der efterprøves af observation og eventuelt detektion,
der igen leder til nye spørgsmål.
Osv.

The War Racket

Ooo you’re slick – you investors in hate
You Saddams and you Bushes You Bin Ladens and snakes
You billionaire bullies You’re a globalized curse
You put war on the masses while you clean out the purse
And that’s how it’s done War after war
You old feudal parasites just sacrifice the poor
Got the cutting edge weapons but your scam’s still the same
as it’s been since the Romans: It’s the patriot game
It’s the war racket It’s the war racket
You twisters of language – Creeps of disguise
Your disinformation – Worms in your eyes
You Halloween robbers You privileged thieves
You profit on war: there’s less money in peace
That’s how it’s done time after time
Country after country and crime after crime
You pretend it’s religion and there’s no one to blame for
the dead and impoverished in the patriot
in the War Racket
We got the worlds greatest power and you team up with thugs
Make a fortune on weapon, destruction and drugs
But your Flags & boots & uniforms start to all look the same
when both sides are playing the patriot game.
It’s the War Racket
That’s how it’s done and you’ve got our sons
in the crosshairs of horror at the end of a gun
But your flags & boots & uniforms all turn to shame
when both sides are playing the patriot game
And war is never, never holy
It’s just a greedy men’s dream
And you 2-faced crusaders – Both sides are obscene.
War is NOT made by God: it IS made by men who
misdirect our attention while you thieves do your thing
And that’s how it’s done
About every 30 years
The rich fill their coffers
The poor fill with tears
The young fill the coffins
The old hang a wreath
The politicians get photographed with their names underneath.
It’s the patriot game It’s the war racket

Buffy Sainte-Marie

Freden bliver kun til i næstekærlighedens jordbund

Det eneste krig efterlader er minder om det fortabte,
og hvordan soldater gik i døden sammen
– ligegyldig hvilken side de var på.

Sejrens hædr, belyser de besejredes brister.
Den fortæller verden om de andres fejl,
men glemmer sine egne misgerninger.

Alessandro Pepe, My Honor Was Loyalty

Küsst die faschisten wo ihr sie trefft / Hvornår er fascisme farlig? …. Hver gang

Rosen auf den Weg gestreut

Ihr müßt sie lieb und nett behandeln,
erschreckt sie nicht – sie sind so zart!
Ihr müßt sie Palmen sie umwandeln,
getreulich ihrer Eigenart!
Pfeift eierm Hunde, wenn er sie ankläfft:
küßt die Faschisten, wo ihr sie trefft!

Wenn sie in ihren Sälen hetzen,
sagt, »Ja und Amen – aber gern!
Hier habt ihr mich – schlagt mich in Fetzen!«
Und prügeln sie, so lobt den Herrn.
Denn Prügeln ist doch ihr Geschäft!
Küßt die Faschisten, wo ihr sie trefft!

Und schießen sie: du lieber Himmel,
schätzt ihr das Leben so hoch ein?
Das ist ein Pazifisten-Fimmel!
Wer möchte nicht gern Opfer sein?
Und spürt ihr auch in euerm Bauch
den Hitlerdolch, tief, bis zum Heft:
Küßt die Faschisten, wo ihr sie trefft!

Kurt Tuscholsky

Her om Kurt Tucholsky i Den store danske.dk

 

Halleluja

Halleluja (Leonard Cohen)

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

(- Halleluja I Steffen Brandt (TV2) udgave: På danske læber, 2004)

Men baby du ved jeg har været her før
Jeg åbnede det vindue og lukkede den dør
Jeg boede her da jeg lærte dig at kende
Da jeg så dig marchere under flag og sang
Men kærlighed er ikke en sejersgang
Det er et vaklende og fortvivlet Halleluja

Måske er der en Gud et sted
Men alt hvad jeg ved om kærlighed
Er hvordan man piner livet ud af sig selv.
Det her er ikke et klageråb
En udbrændt pilgrims sidste håb
Det er et koldt og det er et ensomt Halleluja
Jeg gjorde det bedste jeg ku’ gøre
Jeg ved ikk’ hvad jeg følte men jeg prøvede at røre
Jeg talte sandt, jeg kom ikke for at svigte
Og selvom alt gik galt, alt hvad jeg gjorde og sagde
Vil jeg stå foran Gud på den sidste dag
Med intet andet end et Halleluja


Et vaklende og fortvivlet Halleluja er i Leonard Cohens udgave blevet ”a cold and broken Hallelujah”. Et koldt og et brudt Halleluja.
Midt i smerten (kærlighed er ikke en sejersgang) kan mennesket alligevel udråbe sit menneskelige Halleluja (til livet, til verden eller til Gud!?).

Just Another Day

Oh it’s just another day,
It’s just another day on Earth

Oh it’s just another day,
Just another day,
It’s just another day on Earth

Oh it’s just another day on Earth
It’s just another day on Earth

One day, we will put it all behind,
We’ll say, that was just another time,
We’ll say, that was just another day on Earth

We’ll say, that was just another time,
One day, we will put it all behind,
We’ll say, that was just another day on Earth

Just another day,
It’s just another day,
Oh it’s just another day on Earth

It’s just another day on Earth

Brian Eno

(Hør den her)

Echoes

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine

And no-one showed us to the land
And no-one knows the where or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can

And no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky

Pink Floyd
Meddle

Wikepedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echoes_(Pink_Floyd_song)

 Youtube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vm0VBWnUhvU&feature=kp

Fearless


You say the hill’s too steep to climb
Climb it.
You say you’d like to see me try
Climbing.

You pick the place and I’ll choose the time
And I’ll climb
That hill in my own way.
Just wait a while for the right day.
And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sound of the things you’ve said today.

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
Smiling.
Merciless the magistrate turns ’round
Frowning.

And who’s the fool who wears the crown?
And go down,
in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd.

Pink Floyd
Meddle

Wikepedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fearless_(Pink_Floyd_song)

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NM1a7vojSCQ

Magdalene

Though I know the night has fallen and the sun’s sailed out to sea
I will wait here for the band to play the trumpet voluntary
And with one foot on the seashore and the other in the sand
I will stand here plaiting daisies whilst you play the piano-grand
Caprice, your bugle blew away the cobwebs from my ears
And for once I stood quite naked. unashamed, I wept the tears
Which I tried to hide inside myself from me, I mean from you
But the shame I found too painful and the pain it only grew

Magdalene, my regal zonophone

Procol Harum
Shine On Brigthly (1968) (- Hør hele pladen!)

Youtube: http://www.lyrics007.com/Procol%20Harum%20Lyrics/Magdalene%20Lyrics.html

As Strong as Samson

Psychiatrists and Lawyers destroying  mankind
Drivin’ ’em crazy…and stealing ’em blind
Bankers and Brokers ruling the world
Storing the silver and hoarding the gold
Ain’t no use in preachers preaching
When they don’t know what they’re teaching
The weakest man be strong as Samson
When you’re being held to ransom
Famine and hardship in true living colour
Constant reminders…the plight of our brother
Daily starvation our diet of news
Fed to the teeth with a barrage of views
Ain’t no use in preachers preaching
When they don’t know what they’re teaching
The weakest man be strong as Samson
When you’re being held to ransom
Black men and white men, and Arabs and Jews
Causing congestion and filling the queues
Fighting for freedom the truth and the word
Fighting the war for the end of the world
Ain’t no use in preachers preaching
When they don’t know what they’re teaching
Weakest man be strong as Samson
When you’re being held to ransom

Procol Harum
Exotic Birds and Fruit (1974)

In Held Twas In I “Glimpses of Nirvana”

In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of nirvana as seen through other people’s windows, wallowing in a morass of self-despair made only more painful by the knowledge that all I am is of my own making. When everything around me, even the kitchen ceiling, has collapsed and crumbled without warning. And I am left, standing in the eye of a well looking up and wondering why and wherefore.
At a time like this, which exists maybe only for me, but is nonetheless real, if I could communicate, and in the telling and the bearing of my soul anything is gained, even though the words which I use are pretentious and make you cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama.
He was told he must first spend five years (in) contemplation. After the five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lama’s presence, who said, “Well, my son, what do you wish to know?”
So the pilgrim said, “I wish to know the meaning of life, father.”
And so the Dalai Lama smiled and said, “Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isn’t it?”

Held close by that which some despise
Which some call fate, and others lies
And somewhat small for one so tall
A doubting Thomas? Who would be?
It’s written plain for all to see
For one who I am with no more
It’s hard at times, it’s awful wrong

They say that Jesus healed the sick and helped the poor
And those unsure believed his eyes – a strange disguise
Still write it down, it might be read
Nothing’s better left unsaid
Only sometimes, still no doubt
It’s hard to say, it all works out

“‘Twas Tea-Time at the Circus”

‘Twas tea-time at the circus
King Jimmy, he was there
Through hoops he skipped, highwires he tripped
And all the while the glare
Of the aching, baking spotlight
Beat down upon his cloak
And though the crowd clapped furiously
They could not see the joke

‘Twas tea-time at the circus
Though some might not agree
As jugglers danced and horses pranced
And clowns clowned endlessly
From trunk to tail, the elephants
Quite silent, never spoke
And though the crowd clapped desperately
They could not see the joke

“The Autumn of My Madness”

In the autumn of my madness
When my hair is turning grey
For the milk has finally curdled
And I’ve nothing left to say
When all my thoughts are spoken
(Save my last departing verse)
Bring all my friends unto me
And I’ll strangle them with words

In the autumn of my madness
Which in coming won’t be long
For the nights are now much darker
And the daylight’s not so strong
And the things which I believed in
Are no longer quite enough
For the knowing is much harder
And the going’s getting rough

“Look to Your Soul”

I know if I’d been wiser
This would never have occurred
But I wallowed in my blindness
So it’s plain that I deserve
For the sin of self-indulgence
When the truth was read quite clear
I must spend my life amongst the dead
Who spend their lives in fear
Of a death that they’re not sure of
Of a life they can’t control
It’s all so simple really,
If you just look to your soul

Some say that I’m a wise man
Some think that I’m a fool
It doesn’t matter either way
I’ll be a wise man soon
For the lesson lies in learning
And by teaching, I’ll be taught
For there’s nothing hidden anywhere
It’s all there to be sought
And so if you know anything
Look closely at the time
For others who remain untrue
And won’t commit that crime, yeah…

It’s all so simple, really,
If you’ll just look to your soul

“Grande Finale”

THE END!

Procol Harum
Shine On Brightly, (1968)
In Held Twas In I
“Glimpses of Nirvana”

Namaste

Ordet Namaste  stammer fra sanskrit og betyder “Jeg bøjer mig for dig” eller “Det guddommelige i mig, ærer det guddommelige i dig [ Jeg ærer lyset i dig].
Fra buddhistisk oversat til “dansk” betyder det: Min sjæl hilser og ære din sjæl i guddommelig kærlighed.

Namaste er en sammenskrivning af ordene Namah der betyder “at bøje”, as der betyder “jeg” og te som betyder dig. Namaste

Ordet bliver brugt som en respektfuld og kærlig gestus og for at sige tak – både i forhold til ens medmennesker, omgivelser og én selv.

Folkekirkens Fadervor

Fadervor i nyeste udgave:

I 1992 blev en ny oversættelse af Bibelen autoriseret til brug i folkekirken. Derfor har vi også en ny oversættelse af Fadervor fra Mattæusevangeliet kap. 6, som bliver brugt i mange kirker:

Vor Fader,
du som er i himlene!
Helliget blive dit navn,
komme dit rige,
ske din vilje
som i himlen således også på jorden;
giv os i dag vort daglige brød;
og forlad os vor skyld,
som også vi forlader vore skyldnere,
og led os ikke ind i fristelse,
men fri os fra det onde.
For dit er Riget og magten og æren i evighed!
Amen 

Fadervor er kristendommens ældste og mest brugte bøn. Vi kender den fra Bibelen, hvor Jesus lærer sine disciple at bede den (-Her den ældre udgave):

Fadervor,
du som er i himlene!
Helliget vorde dit navn,
komme dit rige,
ske din vilje
som i himlen således også på jorden;
giv os i dag vort daglige brød,
og forlad os vor skyld,
som også vi forlader vore skyldnere,
og led os ikke ind i fristelse,
men fri os fra det onde.
Thi dit er riget og magten og æren i evighed!
Amen.

http://www.folkekirken.dk/om-troen/fadervor

Wikipedia: Fader vor

Fader Vor – Aramæisk

Fader Vor

Himmelske ophav
Du som er overalt
Helliget være Dit navn
Komme dit rige
Ske Din vilje her og nu i al evighed.
Fyld os med din helligånd*
og løs os af de bånd, vi binder hinanden med.
Led os ud af fristelsen: befri os fra os selv
og giv os styrke til at være ét med Dig.
Lær os tilgivelsens sande kraft at kende
og lad vore fremtidige handlinger
vokse frem af dette hellige øjeblik
Amen

  • Rukha d’koodsha, der også kan oversættes ved ”Hellige Ånd(e)

Oversat fra aramæisk af Lars Muhl

Rukha d’Koodsha

Rukha d’Koodsha – Det Bevidstgjorte Åndedræt

“Fra tidernes morgen har man vidst, at åndedrættet udgjorde nøglen til den transpersonlige tilstand, Malkoota d’Shmeya.
Åndedrættet koster ingenting, og man har det altid lige ved hånden.
Altså: Rukha d’Koodsha er broen til Malkoota d’Shmeya”, Lars Muhl i “Lysets Lov – Det Aramæiske Mysterium, s. 81.

 

 

Udviklingspotentiel evne

Ved dannelse forstår jeg den udviklede evne til at være opmærksom.

Meir Aaron Goldshmidt

Citat der stod på en Gajol-pakke, Ren Lakrids, Sort pakke.

Måske skulle citatet have været præciseret til at være: “…den udviklende evne til at være opmærksom”,
da opmærksom/-hed, som dannelsesbegreb, ikke kan have et topmål/endemål, hvilket ordet: “udviklede evne” synes at antyde, men konstant må være en proces/ en udviklende process.

Den keltiske velsignelse

Herren være foran dig for at vise dig den rette vej.
Herren være ved siden af dig for at følge dig på vejen.
Herren være bag dig for at holde din ryg fri.
Herren være under dig for at gribe dig, når du falder.
Herren være i dig for at fylde dig med sin Ånd.
Herren være omkring dig for at bevare dig fra alt ondt.
Herren være over dig for at velsigne dig.
Så være du velsignet af Gud Fader, Søn og Hellig Ånd.
Amen

Overgivelsesbøn

Jeg henvender mig til Gud.

Herre Jesus Kristus.
Jeg overgiver al min livskraft, al mit arbejde og alle mine tanker til dig idag.
Jeg overgiver mig til at leve, i kærlighed, i villighed, i lytten og i afmagt.
Jeg overgiver mig til at tjene dig, i lyset af din opstandelseskraft
– du min herre og min Gud.
Amen.

I faderens og sønnens og helligåndens navn.
Amen.
Jette Dahl, Præst
http://www.jettedahl.dk/

http://www.dr.dk/radio/player/#id/5002