26.4.2009
"The Circuit of Life".
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mbl 8. June 1988-Velvakandi
Olithor Eiriks:
The Cirquit of Life
"The Circuit of Life".
Won't there be anything after death?
Some believe there isn't, but most "thinking" Icelanders refuse those negative thoughts wholeheartedly.
Our religious countrymen believe that there are many proofs of eternal life for true Christians in the blessedness by God´s side in Heaven, wherever it may be located.
Many people believe that there is enough proof in the Holy Bible, which is really just a collection of traditions and folk-stories written a long time after the alleged events.
In the modern era we are no longer dependent on what the church instructs us to do.
The times and habits have gone through dramatic changes since the church-servants could deter people from wandering off the way of living the church preached as the right and only one.
Those who didn´t obey were supposed to end down in Hell for eternity, but the others who were righteous and god-fearing went to Heaven.
Alongside with better education, knowledge and last but not least critical thinking, more and more Christians believe that everybody goes to Heaven in the Afterlife, another and better existence, and the all-good God couldn´t treat his children differently, just because of some small mistakes in life´s roaring sea."
Once again Jon is clambering and scramblering over the moors above the town aiming for yet another meeting with the Beings, just as he´s been doing almost every week for nearly six years.
The inhabited district has quite rapidly moved so terribly close to the Meeting-place, that soon the Beings will have to find another spot for their school, he´s speculating.
The volcanic eruption on Heimaey (home-island), the largest of the Westman-Islands forced the islanders to flee to the mainland in one hurry back in 1973.
Many friendly nations lent a helping hand, and amongst them were the Norwegians who gave a lot of timber houses which they transported to the country in units.
The Icelandic government created a new fund in the means of helping out the fugitives.
The Norwegian houses were put down in many towns in new districts.
In Keflavik the Eyjabyggdin
(Island-neighbourhood)
was created a short distance from the Lakes.
Jon has been unusually anticipated the last days before this coming meeting, because the Beings had promised him a test or some projects for him
to exercise how much he´d learned in their lessons.
His parents do find it difficult to apprehend what might be so important that one would leave the warmth of their house on this chilly evening in January.
He had on his father´s corny Icelandic wool-capote because of the biting north-wind.
If the weather hadn´t been so awfully cold he would have used his own which was an old military capote but it was quite worned out.
All-covered but his face Jon pads up along the unpaved Thverholt
(squarehillstreet),
where the black windows in the weather-tight houses stare on him;
past the white, large, cemented water-tank up on the hill;
through the future-big forest which Gudleifur Sigurjonsson, the Head-Gardener of Keflavik;
nicknamed respectfully Grasa Leifi
(Grass-Leif)
had in his optimism begun planting on this rough spot in the moor around 1950, before he became a civil servant.
In a few steps he leaves the head-high christmas-trees, but then there´s only the heath with all its holes.
Having the flashlight makes his walking a lot easier until he reaches the first house in the new Eyja-byggd.
The house is teac-coloured with a black roof and is located some distance from the other Norwegian timber-houses which make this new precinct on his right side on his travel.
There´s outside-lighting on two walls, thus enabling him to read the white letters on the blue card:
Sudurvellir 12.
Here I´d sure like to live he´s thinking, when he takes on the last part of his travel.
In a five minutes clamber he reaches a small hillock on which the building of a new water-tank on four cemented pillars has begun purposedly supplying this necessary liquid to the fast growing habitation.
Then he´s finally able to see the silhouette of the fence that´s supposed to keep Icelanders from the duty-free stuff.
There´s some snow around the Lakes, in spite of the fact that there´s none downtown.
The reason: The difference in altitude.
The difference in weather conditions can be so great in the district of Keflavik that when children living in the oldest neighbourhoods closer to the sea enjoy good walking-weather, the ones in Eyjabyggd can´t go outside because of violence in wind.
Jon reaches Little-Lake, or the little that´s left of it after the long period of frost and dry weather that´s been bothering the vicinity.
He walks over the dry and cracked clay-bottom and comes to the three meter high iron-net fence which isn´t very easily overcome because of the barbed-wire that´s hanging over.
To prevent smugglers from digging themselves under the fence the Yankies dug a canal where the fence was supposed to be, filled it with heavy gravel from Mt. Stapafell, where the Icelandic Prime Contractor the leading Icelandic contractors on the NATO base has had their gravel pit since the early fifties.
Riffled steel-posts were cemented into the gravel and then came the net between them.
But prudent young Icelanders didn´t let the fancy fence stop them because here and there they´ve made holes at the bottom of it.
Large enough for young adventurers to enter a zone where there´s a lot of cheap candy and stuff to be hath.
But candy-greed doesn´t enter the mind of this high-aiming adolescent who crawls through one such hole close to Big-Lake which looks quite dead this time of year.
In the summertime the green billowing duckweed covers nearly the whole pond and a huge quantity of miscellanous migrating birds still came every spring to this oasis on the moor for annual preservation of their species in those years.
That is before the lack of foresight spilled the environment.
In spring the seagulls, terns, arctic gulls, ducks and various smaller birds laid their eggs and made use of the short Icelandic summer for their conservation.
Come fall the migrating birds flew to warmer
countries, but the predators,
e.g. the gulls that had been in a real feast of eggs and young birds, moved closer to the inhabited areas, where they had a better chance of getting something to eat in the winter´s rigorous struggle.
When Jon finds at lenght the rock in the middle of the ruins just north of Big Lake he brushes the inch-thick snow off and sits down.
Even though he had listened to reason and put on long johns he really gets the shivers when his butt touches the cold stone, but the creeps leave shortly as usual.
All of a sudden he´s entered another world.
Sitting on a stool in a very big room and infront of him are his three good acquaintances, the Beings who don´t have any names for they don´t have any use for them.
A fact the Earthlings will perceive with further development and when all communication will be on a mentallic dimension.
-Welcome friend, the greeting sounds as joyful in Jon´s head as the farewell a week earlier.
Now the biggest moment in your life has arrived.
In our opinion you are fully prepared for your first assignment in the interest of a better mankind.
Before his eyes appears an article from Velvakandi (readers´opinion) in a future Morgunblad(morning-news), dated 8. jan. 1988.
Once again the Beings have taken him by surprise with their supernatural abilities.
It is easy for them to foresee events, because as they tell him nothing is new under any sun;
everything has happened before somewhere in the infinity of the universe.
Exactly what is happening on your Earth now has happened before in another world, and will definately continue.
Your assignment is to approach this young man who will write this article and get him on our team in the struggle to make the mankind better!
"Marks" (karma)
Many believe, that dead people go to miscellanous steps in the life beyond;
thereby the ones who are terribly evil in their earthbound life will begin their afterlife on the lowest step, where they will have to stay, until they have reformed as better humans, perhaps after a couple of reincarnations back on Earth.
This kind of marking is the foundation on all the steps alongside with the appropriate transforms to and fro, thereby bringing everyone to either side of God, where they will enjoy eternal happiness.
Giving marks for people´s way of living is really the cornerstone of every religion, which some say are just the tools of the ruling classes having the
purpose of keeping people peaceful,
e.g. the oppressed poor people, cf.
"Blessed are the poor, because they will inherit God´s Heaven."
The Hindoos in India believe, that people get born to a class before decided, where they are supposed to be well-behaved hoping for a good karma(marks) , then they might get reborne into an upper class.
Bad behaviour would have the opposite effect, people were reborne into a lower class or stayed still.
In that way the ruling classes have been able to keep relative calmness in these very popular states that form the federation of India, until these last years and decades with the growing education of the public.
Everywhere religion has had to adjust to lesser ignorance of the common people.
With better education and knowledge more and more people will realize that really it was the superstitious humans who created the gods because they needed some positive explanation on miscellanous phenomena in nature, but not vice versa.
Then people will understand, that everyone of
us is a part of the continuous cirquit of life, and that we have a responsibility to coming generations, just as I will explain next."
This is just what the Beings have been telling me, comes to Jon´s mind when he´s about to carry on with the reading.
"Life´s Foodchain.
Everyone dies sooner or later.
Most Icelanders get buried two meters below the surface of the churchyards after a special cerimony.
But have we thus bid farewell to life?
Not at all, because the foodchain of life carries on definately on this beautiful planet we live on, in spite of the sad fact that our churchyard-civilization doesn´t speed up the Christians´ returning to this normal chain of life, which the Foodchain undeniably is.
Because of this stupid custom not many Icelanders believe that they have lived before in somebody elses body, man or woman.
In India on the other hand the Hindoos believe in their rebirth as a normal part of life.
So as not to delay the normal circumference of returning;
the corpses get cremated outdoors.
They believe the reincarnation will be quicker that way.
Cannibalism is history, at least officially and gets condemned whenever it comes up.
Primitive men (savages) that used to eat humans believed that the abilities and qualities of the victims were transported in the feast.
The chiefs got the best parts of the body such as the brain.
Inside us there are genes that get transported from one human to another.
They are the reason we can often speak of family characteristics.
But once in a while someone gets born into a family but has none of the normal characteristics.
A simple explanation might be that a gene of a dead man has thus returned to the end of the Foodchain.
The destinctive feature of religious groups that believe in the reincarnation of humans being the fact that dead people´s remains return quickly into Life´s Foodchain.
In India it is quite common that young children tell stories of something they should know nothing about.
How can we explain the special wonderkids who seem to have inherited abilities in miscellanous branches of arts and science?
A good example of how far we´ve developed from the times of prejudice, ignorance and intolerance must be the fact that probably this author won´t be burned at the stakes, accused of heracy.
The NATO Station.
Because this author believes that everyone of us should try to live as long as one can, thus enabling us to develop our genes for coming generations as
much as possible, he recommends that the NATO station on the moor above Keflavik will be changed into an international UN peace-keeping station, and
thus becoming a symbol of a new comprehension, that says all Earthlings are brothers and sisters aiming for the same object:
That on our planet there will someday be perfect peace, equality and confraternity.
Loki Fafnisson
Jón reads finally.
Might the author be the coward living in the same
street as I do;
in the blue and white house?
If that´s the case he must have gone through dramatic changes;
he who never had any guts for anything being a real mamma´s boy.
I must go check on him, because he might be the
right man to assist me with my experiences.