World Bindings

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Stories

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In Search of Lost Freedom...click here

with his paper. It was blue, almost the same as his inevitable jacket. I could see it from here across the street and a half a house away. The courtyard plants shielded me from his notice, the shopkeeper I knew. He would welcome any support against this marauder with his never-ending map.

I had spoken to Andread only once - he never spoke back, as always his blueprint in his hand. At once I sensed his stubborn worthless effort, his intent of stifling detailed readiness, his attempt as others had done to accomplish world domination one step at a time through naziism unnamed yet as such. There was no proof as yet...it was only my instinct hoping to save me.

A dull steadfast unoriginal dominator his blueprint I found later looked like this (refer to child 'sphere' above).

He was still yelling at the shopkeeper about the special child when my mind had adjusted from memory to present-day reality. The shopkeeper Wilmar ...a German heritage residing two generations in this lovely county of Encladia shooed him out with his purchased package. Andread was well-known amongst the street people for his nazi plans and his 'cohorts' and attempted citizen troops were commonly found in jail or on trial for their connectivity of illegal warring radios and attempts among the populace to sway or force others into a co-operative position with the downeddog nazi group. Not that he wasn't dangerous. Stupidity always is...along with criminality...all three hang together like fools and martyrs. Every new generation had to be taught painfully and tediously the pitfalls and problems of his false promises, false drug feeling answers to the human false solution of questions, answers and the glandular shell.
Some unfortunately became lost to his stubborn degrading system.

One had been Davine, the son of a poor merchant Wilmar had known. Not yet had they been able to find the boy who had disappeared after becoming a friend with Andread's group.

He was of age being 18 and not interested in his parent's guidance and so Davine had decided to attend the meetings provided by Andread's group falling in deeper and deeper with the activities. He had been to jail several times in a group mess but had been released and sent back into everyday life where he unceasingly joined up with his previous connections. He had been back awhile before his disappearance and now it had been 2 years and he had not been found.
Everyone hated Andread, the boy might not have joined if he had not bothered him interminably. The shopkeeper's boy has been friends with him until his joining with the dominator group and then would no longer support his friendship. Davine tried for awhile to involve the other boy Drago bragging to him of the participated-in activities to get him to join. This is how word of the structure of the plan and the hoped-for group by Andread had reached a select few of the neighborhood protective. Youth who had joined tried to encourage other youth in joint prospering of their endeavors hoping the ranks would grow larger and bring about the change automatically.

For some reason the information was not fully known but kept amongst the select few who thought Andread to be able to be anything but successful until the disappearance of Davine and the attempted kidnapping of Drago. Drago had told Wilmar and his son the things that Davine had shared with him and somehow in trying to get something done the information must have fallen into the wrong hands causing the attempted kidnapping of the one someone thought had the information....Drago.

Drago it seemed...the dominants thought, had a partial copy of the blueprint. ...the part Andread was always working on, notating something on but never showed anyone.

I was later to understand from a series of letters that Drago had sent to a trusted friend of mine who asked me to decipher Andread's possible sequences of intent for the authorities who were trying to stop his organization.

He had managed to get it when Andread had come to pick up Davine for a special meeting.

Drago had been with Davine one of the last times trying to talk him out of the group when Andread showed up in the old cart and horse and knocked at the door for Davine. Letting him in Davine went to get his coat Andread following him telling him off  that Drago who would not join was at his house.

Andread so upset kept trying to stuff his precious blueprint into his back pocket until, between yelling at the boy and following him thru the darkened house, he finally, thinking it stuffed into his pocket continued after Davine, the paper falling silently onto the floor behind him.

Drago left the house door ajar hiding in the dark corner.

Both came back denoting the open door, got in the cart and left. Andread was still arguing his point as they drove away towards the meeting.

Seeing them with the cart light growing farther away in the distance, Drago waited until he knew it would take long enough for them to get back to find it should they discover it missing and he went to pickup the blueprint. He found it right where he remembered and went to the large table turning on the little glow lamp. He tried to find the part Andread was always writing on and was shocked to find a small booklike appendage fastened to the back of the blueprint. He looked inside keeping an eye on the distant dark road. No lights yet.

Carefully opening the book fastened to the paper he noticed names and dates and a structured picture. Top of the page was written Blueprint is how we get there.

Drago began to open it up - all he could see was line after line after square after square after other forms with dots and letters by each one. He looked down the road thru the window, oh no, a light moved in the dark distance. He knew if he were discovered with this that he might be in grave danger so he hurriedly jotted down the drawing from the book and as much of the writing as possible.

The swinging light was getting closer and closer and before he had stopped copying he had begun t hear the clippety-clop of the horses' hooves and the creaking of the old wooden wagon. Hurriedly he dimmed the light, carefully made his way through the house dropping the blueprint once more where he had found it and left thru the other door making sure it was properly closed. He was glad it was Monday. On Mondays Davine's family did not arrive home until late due their association with the town's elders who held a dinner and a meeting every Monday night which all who attended could manage by leaving work and arriving at the town meeting hall in plenty of time. He thanked his lucky stars, hugging his treasure to him. Grateful he kept a pen and a small notepad in his back pocket, he tried to get safe conditions by trying desperately not to think of the fact that he did not know who to tell. He walked along the dimly lit street, it was dark but still early. This part of the city was on the outskirts and was actually considered a little town itself. Alacra it was named and was known for its little cozy cobblestone streets with hanging flowering plants and curved tunnel side streets along which people lived in small apartments. Along the cobblestone courtyard streets the sky could be openly seen studded with bright stars. To the back and side of the square the carts and small simple motor cars could park and drive down the great lanes to the more populated areas.

May 4, 2009

The Lost Treasure of the World

background:

All the world's monies have disappeared and noone knows where they are meanwhile the world is barely getting by on this and that and having a very bad time.

(Relating present-day and just has been society to the Story/Movie ..The (Lost) Treasure of Sierra Madre...a very famous movie with Humphrey Bogart.

If you study this movie and compare it to present and recent society you will see a parallel and perhaps you will hope like me that the good men and women in charge will do the right thing.)

philosophy one:

for in the end the desert took it back and buried it and hid it amongst its soils and mountains waters forests flowers and trees and the wind heard it and came looking and all who recognized were rewarded thru their spirit within and thanked once more that which made them breathe and feel and sense over and over and over while there was life.

philosophy two:

when you are true to the stolen money then you meet your deserve/d fate however meanwhile all those who must wait the length of time before your fate arrives are in ill deserve/d suffering over something they didn't do and why you ask is it not being stopped?

Well the answer is simple - noone but those involved know who is doing it.

philosophy three:

the use of money or related aspects as a tool is correct.

the abuse of money as a worship is a fool's dedication and an aspect of evil that cannot be unencountered once entered upon.

The reason is that the evil ties you up to it so you cannot get out once in. It also aims to, and eventually does, tie up any victims it can suck monies off in a way where they cannot get out so that it can keep feeding off their finances their whole life so that means you can never buy a car or a house or anything else actually cause some try to get you on an existence program where you are buying everything you need from them because it never gets paid for because somewhere you always need to refinance to pay for some huge payment on repairs or upkeep because everything is so sky high.

Anyway you can never buy a car or a house and such and have it paid for. All prices are so high you have to always be in hock to the provider. If the provider is correct and humane you may manage the lengthy load...if the provider is sadistic you will suffer and they like that.

Story with explanation:

The treasure of the world is hidden somewhere.

Is it in China, Peru, Japan, U.S.A., England, Switzerland, or the North Pole of Iceland?, or perhaps the S. Pole of Australia, who knows?

A pirate's cave, a serpent's lair, a monkey's treehouse, or a penguin's nest?

Where is the money?

Well someone knows and it's me and I will tell you but you have to keep it a secret and maybe you can find it and keep it all for yourself.

Why wouldn't I want to know where it is?

Well I will tell you.

First of all, if all the world's monies are missing there is much suffering, trouble and damage, why would you want to keep it and how would you keep yourself safe from those who knew you had it?

If you wanted to try to return it, who would you return it to?

If you gave some of it to everyone, did you know that some people will argue it's not enuff, some will say it's too much and some will just say thankyou, but there are those who will kill you for it or beat you for it over and over and over and some who will hurt you when it's gone and say go get more.

Then there are some who will put you in jail for having it in the first place and then try to con you into signing something you can't afford so they can have more when you only have so much to give them.

To some, haranguing you is a game and they don't care if you get hurt or not.

To give it to the govt or police is best and a genuine heart will know it gets to the right place...but does it?

And so for me to twll you where the world treasure is...is for me to know what you intend to do with it and who you are...for who is the right one to tell...who will do the right thing?

And now I have forgotten where they put it after writing all of that and figuring it all out. I have forgotten. So I must go back in my memory and try to remember. Maybe I only thought I knew, maybe I didn't really.

And so if we can find it, what shall we do? Shall we just leave it there and hope for the best, hope that the world will find another element ...another tool than money which can be used as well, as fluently and as simply and doing so make life well for all people everywhere?

Can that be done?

Well I am not a govt so I don't know but maybe, maybe.

Now is a good time to study Treasure of the Sierra Madre to find out what we don't want to do. At least I mean, we wise people. I usually think I am talking to wise people. I will leave what we don't want to do to the subjective opinion of the individual studying it.

For me, I think...maybe gold dust belongs where it came from and maybe it doesn't, maybe it's ok to have some but not the world's in one's own hands. Perhaps diamonds are not so important that people must be enslaved and abused further. Perhaps houses are for human shelter...cars are for transportation...and food and clothing begin with necessities. So once more - where did the world's treasures go - all the monies - did it blow back to the Sierra Madre desert?

Did it drown to the bottom of a large lake?

Is it buried on a pirate's island?

Or sitting in the attic of an old hut in the forest?

conclusion:

I think the correct answer is: if you cannot find it - you better use something else and be careful with it this time cause if it's lost looks like noone is gonna tell and the everybody involved does mean things instead of fixing it.

The lost treasure of the world in living color.

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