Theos-World Re: Al Gore's speech
Dec 13, 2007 00:38 AM
by Anton Rozman
>If history is any indication, we will finally begin to develop real
understanding when we are put to the test, when conditions change and
our old familiar comfortable life style disappears and we have to
struggle to survive.<
I sincerely hope and believe that we have evolved to the point where
we can use our intelligence and learn by observation not only by
experience. Do we really have to suffer enough before we decide to do
something? Do we really have to be as children and touch the fire and
burn ourselves over and over again to learn something or we can
intelligently observe the situation and decide to change our
>It isn't for nothing that theosophy was brought to the consciousness
of humanity (again) in this cycle. We have the honor and the
responsibility to make it live in our daily thoughts, words and
deeds, to literally spread the truth by being reflections of it. It
will resonate in every human heart, since there dwells the spark of
divinity that will answer to the call.<
So, we are obliged to do it! We know that we can make a difference.
So, why not to start at once? And I believe that very many are doing
just that. I do believe that the world is not as that shown on the
television. That it is already quite different but not yet on the
surface. There is a nice little story by Hans Christian Andersen, The
Snowdrop. It goes like that:
The snow lay deep, for it was winter-time. The winter winds blew
cold, but there was one house where all was snug and warm. And in the
house lay a little flower; in its bulb it lay, under the earth and
the snow. One day the rain fell and it trickled through the ice and
snow down into the ground. And presently a sunbeam, pointed and
slender, pierced down through the earth, and tapped on the bulb.
"Come in," said the flower.
"I can't do that," said the sunbeam; "I'm not strong enough to lift
the latch. I shall be stronger when springtime comes."
"When will it be spring?" asked the flower of every little sunbeam
that rapped on its door. But for a long time it was winter. The
ground was still covered with snow, and every night there was ice in
the water. The flower grew quite tired of waiting.
"How long it is!" it said. "I feel quite cramped. I must stretch
myself and rise up a little. I must lift the latch, and look out, and
say `good-morning' to the spring."
So the flower pushed and pushed. The walls were softened by the rain
and warmed by the little sunbeams, so the flower shot up from under
the snow, with a pale green bud on its stalk and some long narrow
leaves on either side. It was biting cold.
"You are a little too early," said the wind and the weather; but
every sunbeam sang: "Welcome" and the flower raised its head from the
snow and unfolded itself - pure and white, and decked with green
stripes. It was weather to freeze it to pieces, - such a delicate
little flower - but it was stronger than any one knew. It stood in
its white dress in the white snow, bowing its head when the snow-
flakes fell, and raising it again to smile at the sunbeams, and every
day it grew sweeter.
"Oh!" shouted the children, as they ran into the garden, "see the
snowdrop! There it stands so pretty, so beautiful - the first one!"
Thanks and warmest regards,
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