12 February 2012

Some More on Hel

While reflecting a little more, out of the sudden I find a very interesting parallele (or pattern, or metaphor) on the tale (= what was told) on Frau Holle.

At the beginning there was, of course, a question. It bothered me the 'Why'. Why is it the 'older sister' which was preferred by the (material) mother? And 'why' was it the younger that was despised, did all the work and nevertheless was kept as a 'Cinderella'? Why was it not the older - in development, assumable - which was more busy and productive? Why was it the older which was indicated as more 'lazy'?

And look, it is the consciousness which is a 'younger' development stage in  humans. The brain as it is developed during time and therefore in all of us, started with very primitive patterns and with each development stage, 'younger' in age, this new achievements are integrated like 'add-ons'.

The basic programming though still exists - in all of us. This is what makes the latest achievements in neuroscience so interesting. And the basic programs are powerful. They were and are the drivers that we are still existing on earth. The basic programming, as existing in reptiles, is simple. Eat or become eaten. Also there are a lot of different strategies deriving from this basic principle.

And this explains why it was the 'younger' who could realize the needs of the 'bread' and the 'apples', same as the biblical books tell us about the sudden ability to 'realize' after eating from the 'fruit of the tree'. Of course, both are 'tales' and it is mostly difficult to find out what was the original core story and what was added by 'tellers'. Sometimes to make the story more pictoresque and vivid but sometimes, and that is how any communication functions, by adding their own personal view.

So when I ask 'why was it the older sister which was preferred', then I need to ask in a next step: WHO is this (earthly) mother? I will find out, I guess. At least 'she' must have been quite materially (an 'I' pod, probably).

Materials or matter do not matter at All. 

That's what the 'wisdom' of tales is telling us. Sometimes it is that we simply need to start the questions. The answers then will come. We only must be able to realize when they arrive.


Another of today: A lady who gave lots to others, was recalled last night.

Thanks, Whitney, for what you gave to others with your life, your music and your songs. More than once your songs literally saved my life (Because the greatest love of all ... ). There is no way I could express in words how grateful I personally am - as with me are many many others.

I Look To You Lyrics

As I lay me down
Heaven hear me now
I’m lost without a cause
After giving it my all

Winter storms have come
And darkened my sun
After all that I’ve been through
Who on earth can I turn to?

I look to you,
I look to you
After all my strength is gone
In you I can be strong
I look to you,
I look to you
And when melodies are gone
In you I hear a song
I look to you


'bout to lose my breath
There's no more fighting left
Sinking to rise no more
Searching for that open door

And every road that I've taken
Led to my regret
And I don't know if I'm go'n make it
Nothing to do but lift my head


My levees are broken
My walls are coming down on me
My rain is falling
Defeat is calling
I need you to set me free
Take me far away from the battle
I need you
Shine on me!

Only love itself is able to give more than it ever receives ... on this planet.

Thanks, again.

Lyn

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