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Courtjester's Food For Thought (2 Viewers)


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For many years Aquarius has been sharing the latest updates of her work by e-mail with her worldwide circle of spiritual family and friends. I am one of them and for many years these releases have been providing me with spiritual nourishment. It was on the advice of Aquarius that I joined the WF. Many of her items that land in my inbox I found so enjoyable that I decided to share the best ones with my forum friends. It's a good way of honouring the work of Aquarius at the same time. The following is my first offering:

It’s the little gifts of friendship
That always mean so much.
The little notes, the frequent calls
That keep good friends in touch.
It’s the quiet understanding,
The laughter meant for two,
The little deeds of thoughtfulness
Good friends so often do.

It’s the little gifts of friendship,
The kind and caring ways,
The sharing that adds special cheer
To ordinary days.
And what a world of happiness
These little gifts can bring,
For they start a lasting treasury
Of fond remembering.

Catherine Drummond

From ‘Words & Prayers For Friendship Healing’

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If you're going to post work by others then you need to credit it and be sure you're not in breech of copyright.


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Dear Baron – thank you for pointing this out. The article is by Anon, the most prolific writer of all. I have marked it accordingly. If there is still any problem with this, please delete the thread. Cj


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The Power Of Thought

White Eagle ‘A Time to Remember’ Stella Polaris October/November 2008: ‘The power of thought is the creative force of all life. As you think, so you become and create the conditions that surround you. You can learn to use your good thought. Within you all is this Divine creative principle. It has the power to create vibration amongst and control every atom of matter. We tell you this to help you recognise the Divine urge within you that wants to know and become aware of a life that is free, holy, happy, healthy and joyous. This is a life in which you can render service to the world and see quite clearly the land of light. If you would like to have a better world, create it for yourselves now, at this very instant in your mind. Hold this thought continually in your mind. If you refuse to allow any other ideas to banish it from your consciousness, you raise all your vibrations and your aspirations.

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Doing The Right Things


People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centred.
You don’t have to like them, but love them anyway!

They are all part of your own family.

They are part of you and you are part of them.

They may not yet know it, but you being wiser,

Love them anyway!

People may project their own ulterior motives onto you,

And accuse you of having them.

Rest safe in the knowledge that the Universe

Knows their hearts as well as yours.

Do good anyway!

If being successful means that we can only win

False friends and real enemies.

Succeed anyway!

The good we do today may be forgotten tomorrow.

Do it anyway!

What could have taken years of building up,

Can be destroyed overnight.

Build anyway!

People who are in need of our help,

May attack us whilst we are trying to help them.

Help anyway!

Give the world the best that is within you,

And should it be rejected, do not stop giving.

Give anyway!

The Universal Law of Karma ensures that what we send

Into the world, has to return to us.

Give of your best and only the best is sure to return!

Bishop Abel Muzorewa
African Spiritual and Political Leader

Edited by Aquarius

From ‘Words & Prayers of Hope & Encouragement’



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Dear Baron – thank you for pointing this out. The article is by Anon, the most prolific writer of all. I have marked it accordingly. If there is still any problem with this, please delete the thread. Cj

He's related to Ibid. I see their names all the time in the references portion of many different works. Quite prolific, those two.


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The Mountain Of Life

We are all climbing different paths up the mountain of life
And everybody sometimes must experience hardship and strife.
Many paths lead up the mountain of life,
And some of its climbs feel like the point of a knife.

Some paths are short and others are long,
Who can say which one is right or wrong?
The beauty of truth is that each way has its own song,
By listening closely we find where we belong.

So climb your own path true and strong,
But respect all other truths, too,
For your way for others may well be wrong.

Dan Inosanto
Edited by Aquarius

From ‘Words & Prayers of Hope & Encouragement’



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‘Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it, or because it is spoken and rumoured by many, or because it is found written in your religious books, or because it emanates from your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. When you find after observation and analysis that anything agrees with your reasoning and is conducive to the good and benefit of all, accept it and conduct your life by it.’ The Buddha


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She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
— Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28)


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For a Friend by Richard Coles & Jimmy Somerville

This was written for a friend of jimmy Somerville’s who died of Aids.

I can never hear it without thinking of my father.

I never cried the way I cried over you
As I put down the telephone and the world it carried on
Somewhere else, someone else is crying too
Another man has lost a friend, I bet he feels the way I do
Although I'm left without, I know your love within
As I watch the sun go down, watching the world fade away
All the memories of you come rushing back to me
As I watch the sun go down, watching the world fade away
All I want to do I'd kiss you goodbye
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Summer comes and I remember how we'd march
We'd march for love and peace, together arm in arm
Tears have turned, turned to anger and contempt
I'll never let you down, a battle I have found
And all the dreams we had, I will carry on
As I watch the sun go down, watching the world fade away
All the memories of you come rushing back to me
As I watch the sun go down, watching the world fade away
All I want to do I'd kiss you once goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

And all the dreams we had, I will carry on
As I watch the sun go down, watching the world fade away
All the memories of you come rushing back to me
As I watch the sun go down, watching the world fade away
All I want to do I'd kiss you once goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye


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One of the greatest characters of all time: Iago from Shakespeare's "Othello." Like any good villain, Iago informs us of his dastardly plans...

Iago - Othello, Act II, Scene III

And what's he then that says I play the villain?
When this advice is free I give and honest,
Probal to thinking and indeed the course
To win the Moor again? For 'tis most easy
The inclining Desdemona to subdue
In any honest suit: she's framed as fruitful
As the free elements. And then for her
To win the Moor—were't to renounce his baptism,
All seals and symbols of redeemed sin,
His soul is so enfetter'd to her love,
That she may make, unmake, do what she list,
Even as her appetite shall play the god
With his weak function. How am I then a villain
To counsel Cassio to this parallel course,
Directly to his good? Divinity of hell!
When devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
As I do now: for whiles this honest fool
Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes
And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor,
I'll pour this pestilence into his ear,
That she repeals him for her body's lust;
And by how much she strives to do him good,
She shall undo her credit with the Moor.
So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
And out of her own goodness make the net
That shall enmesh them all.

One plan to rule them all, one plan to find them, one plan to bring them all and in the darkness, enmesh them.

Every story needs an Iago!


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‘Let us all cultivate a sense of humour, so that we treat as amusing those things in humanity which would otherwise irritate or annoy us. Let us be understanding, feeling with our siblings in their little irritations and annoyances and turn darkness into light by throwing upon it the wondrous warming beam of humour.’ White Eagle ‘Stella Polaris’ February/March 2007
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Divine wisdom has always presented itself to humankind in many and varied forms. To help us gain a better understanding of our world, it flows and works constantly through all manner of channels.

This wide and Universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants than the scene, wherein we play.
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one person, in their time, plays many parts.

From Shakespeare ‘As you like it’

The above is as good an example as any of this. Do you find it as astonishing as I do that it has taken so long until the meaning of wisdom, like the one above, to work its way through the layers of our collective consciousness? Have they not taken an incredibly long time – in Earth terms – until sufficient numbers of individual consciousnesses grasp what this life is all about? How much longer will it take until finally everybody benefits from what has been part of the knowledge of our world, in some cases for an incredibly long time? This most certainly applies to the concepts of God and the Universe.



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Are Morkonan & CourtJester having a competition with each other? I begin to feel a) like an intruder and b) outclassed!


Senior Member
Thank you for the invitation Morkanon. This is from am email doing the rounds of cyberspace.
[h=1]The Green Thing[/h]
In the line at the supermarket, the cashier told an older woman that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.

The woman apologized to him and explained, "We didn't have the green thing back in my day."

The clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment."

He was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the shop or off licence. They sent them back to the plant to be washed, sterilised and refilled and re-used. The plant could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled.

But we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

We walked up stairs, because we didn't have lifts and escalators in every shop and office building. We walked to the local shops and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go to a supermarket

We bought fruit and veg loose - and washed them at home. We didn't have to throw away bins full of plastic, foam and paper packaging, that need huge recycling plants fed by monster trucks all day, everyday.

But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby's nappies because we didn't have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry the clothes.

Kids got hand-me-down (mostly hand made or hand knitted) clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing shipped from the other side of the planet.

But that old lady is right; we didn't have the green thing back in our day

Back then shops repaired things with funny things called spare parts - we didn't need to throw whole items away because a small part failed.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of Scotland.

In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us.

When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.

Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn petrol just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power and hand clippers for the hedges.

We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a brightly lit, air conditioned health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity and then drink millions of bottles of that special water from those plastic bottles

But she's right; we didn't have the green thing back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a plastic cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water.

We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new plastic pen, and we replaced blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole plastic razor just because the blade got dull.

But we didn't have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their parents into a 24-hour taxi service.

We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest fish & chip shop.

But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then?

Olly Buckle

The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran is one of my favourite inspirational books. This is one of my favourite bits, I have tried to remember it with my children.

On Children
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable

It sounds so simple and it is so hard.