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Plukrijp.be vzw – Upside-down the good newsletter
2022 – week 30
Upside down = instead of announcing what we plan to do
(& most often find out we do not need to do), we relate what we really did
Building communities of trust is fundamental
to healing our collective wound.
At Plukrijp, we offer spaces of transparency and solidarity.
The community allows people to encounter each other
in truth and so develop trust.
We do the garden for YOU
Plukrijp functions on your frequent visits & harvests. Take along for friends & neighbours, this way we recreate real networks between us all, breaking down the illusory restrictions that now still separate many of us from our fellow man = UBUNTU.
The updated list of vegetables & fruit that can be harvested this week is available on our website under the heading “Current Harvest” : https://plukrijp.be/en/op-dit-moment-te-oogsten
This week @ Plukrijp
Banks all over the world are imploding and within this Great Reset, there is great opportunity for mankind, so long as we realize who the real perpetrators are.
Population COLLAPSE is Coming
Counter to the widespread meme that the world is overpopulated, Musk, Swan and Peterson argue in a beautifully life-affirming manner that, rather than a self-limiting our reproduction out of implicit self-hatred, the most beautiful gift we can give to the world is to pass on harmony through raising our children with love and care.
“There is no sentiment more implicitly genocidal than the statement that this planet has too many people on it.”
We all define our lives through the lens of stories. Whether we see ourselves as heroes or victims, good people or bad, everyone lives according to interwoven strands of narrative.
“And yet,” teaches Adyashanti, “the truth is bigger than any concept or story.”
Drawn from intimate, deep-dive talks, The Most Important Thing presents writings devoted to the search for the ultimate reality of a self that exists beyond the bounds of storytelling.
“Our inner lives are every bit as astonishing, baffling, and mysterious as the infinite vastness of the cosmos.”
The River and the Desert by Idris Shah.
This Sufi story talks about the river and the desert. In a poetic, touching manner, it describes the transformation on the path of development.
A stream, from its source in far-off mountains, passing through every kind and description of countryside, at last reached the sands of the desert. Just as it had crossed every other barrier, the stream tried to cross this one, but it found that as fast as it ran into the sand, its waters disappeared.
It was convinced, however, that its destiny was to cross this desert, and yet there was no way. Now a hidden voice, coming from the desert itself, whispered: ‘The Wind crosses the desert, and so can the stream.’
The stream objected that it was dashing itself against the sand, and only getting absorbed: that the wind could fly, and this was why it could cross a desert.
‘By hurtling in your own accustomed way you cannot get across. You will either disappear or become a marsh. You must allow the wind to carry you over, to your destination.’
But how could this happen? ‘By allowing yourself to be absorbed in the wind.’
This idea was not acceptable to the stream. After all, it had never been absorbed before. It did not want to lose its individuality. And, once having lost it, how was one to know that it could ever be regained?
‘The wind’, said the sand, ‘performs this function. It takes up water, carries it over the desert, and then lets it fall again. Falling as rain, the water becomes a river.’
‘How can I know that this is true?’
‘It is so, and if you do not believe it, you cannot become more than a quagmire, and even that could take many, many years; and it certainly is not the same as a stream.’
‘But can I not remain the same stream I am today?’
‘You cannot in either case remain so,’ the whisper said. ‘Your essential part is carried away and forms a stream again. You are called what you are even today because you do not know which part of you is the essential one.’
When he heard this, certain echoes began to arise in the thoughts of the stream. Dimly, he remembered a state in which he–or some part of him, was it?–had been held in the arms of a wind. He also remembered–or did he?–that this was the real thing, not necessarily the obvious thing, to do.
And the stream raised his vapour into the welcoming arms of the wind, which gently and easily bore it upwards and along, letting it fall softly as soon as they reached the roof of a mountain, many, many miles away. And because he had his doubts, the stream was able to remember and record more strongly in his mind the details of the experience. He reflected,
‘Yes, now I have learned my true identity.’
The stream was learning. But the sands whispered: We know, because we see it happen day after day: and because we, the sands, extend from the riverside all the way to the mountain.’
And that is why it is said that the way in which the Stream of Life is to continue on its journey is written in the Sands.
Source: from The Divine Names: The 99 Names of the One Love by Rosina-Fawzia al-Rawi
Krishna Das – Mere Guru Dev
What this song is about:
Taking love that we receive from the Beloved
and just offering it wright back.
Everything we have, we offer for the sake of Love.
The Auld Triangle – Luke Kelly & The Dubliners
Comment from Joshka:
One of the most beautiful harmonies I have ever heard – it touches my heart every time!
The Perfect Wife by Nasrudin
Mulla Nasrudin was sitting in a tea shop when a friend came excitedly to speak with him.
“I’m about to get married, Mulla,” his friend stated, “and I’m very excited. Mulla, have you ever thought of marriage yourself?”
Nasrudin replied, “I did think of getting married. In my youth in fact I very much wanted to do so. I waited to find for myself the perfect wife. I traveled looking for her, first to Damascus. There I met a beautiful woman who was gracious, kind, and deeply spiritual, but she had no worldly knowledge. I traveled further and went to Isphahan. There I met a woman who was both spiritual and worldly, beautiful in many ways, but we did not communicate well. Finally I went to Cairo and there after much searching I found her. She was spiritually deep, graceful, and beautiful in every respect, at home in the world and at home in the realms beyond it. I felt I had found the perfect wife.”
His friend questioned further, “Then did you not marry her, Mulla?”
“Alas,” said Nasrudin as he shook his head, “She was, unfortunately, waiting for the perfect husband.”
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