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A publishing house „Trys žvaigždutės” („Three Starlets”) was established in 1994. It publishes mainly books for children, written both by adults and children themselves.
The publishing house is lead by writer Jeronimas Laucius, who is the author of more than one hundred books the biggest part of which are books for children. He also supports and promotes writing among the young. His books have been translated into Russian, Belorussian, Esperanto, Polish, Norwegian, English, French and German. Some theatre plays are based on his stories too.
Mr. Laucius is a member of the International Union of Associations of Bibliophiles (Moscow).
The writer is always open for cooperation with other publishers, authors, theatres, cartoon creators, Lithuanian communities and anybody who needs a story or has a story of its own and wants to turn it into a book.
So if you have any ideas we are looking forward for a creative cooperation also with you!
OUR ADDRESS:
Kalvarijų g. 134-42,
LT-08209 Vilnius, Lithuania
Phone/fax: +370 5 276 2408
Mobile phone: +370 687 75147 (Director)
E-mail: JeronimasL@gmail.com
FOR PUBLISHING HOUSES OF THE WORLD
There is such a famous writer Jeronimas Laucius in Lithuania. It is me. I‘ve published over a hundred books (edition of about 4 million exemplars with translations in Rusian, Belorussian, Polish, French, Esperanto, Norwegian and German). Majority of my books are restricted to children and youth, futhermore, these books help to know and to grow fond of the world. So you can see them in this web site.
What‘s more, specific attention was restricted to the books for grown-ups called „You are the only one" (the first editions were called „If it‘s hard for you." The book was translated in Esperanto.), „You can only" as well as „You only have" and „The tammed miracles".
Furthermore, this is literary conversations regarding human‘s opportunities, searches of internal powers inwardly and belief of your oness, your powers.
That, what is restricted to the luckiest ones, restricted for You as well.
That, what the luckiest ones have, You have as well.
You have arms, which are able to hug your beloved person and overcome all the obstacles in the life.
You have eyes so that you could personally see the sunny part of Your life.
You can hear only good willing words from people.
You have heart, whose each throb is restricted for You.
You have soul - the proof of divinity. You are able to know, to dream, to create and to love.
You have everything, what the luckiest ones do.
That, what the luckiest can, You can as well.
(The extract from „You are the only one")
When I realized what I wish – I was born. This was told by a person, who had reached the top of his honour and earned general appreciation. The evaluation of the beggining of the road which leads to the uplands of achievements, the fixation with the word I WANT can help to everyone to take the very first step, from which starts the race extended by its great wish...
The thought, uncontrolled by wish, reminds of a runner speeding blindfold. He constantly stumbles and tears. All his attempts are meaningless, when neither the road nor the finish are seen.
The WISH – sort of the brother of aim. It points to the highroad, helps to overcome obstacles and to cross all the protuberant fences.
If the wish somethimes wanders, it asks for help its friend – dream. And the dream – the thought risen to the sky. From its uplands emerges the covered road and in the guidelines delineated in front. You already know that you won‘t wander. Traveling is easy, sort of going to a festival...
(The extract from „The tammed miracles")
IF YOU COUNT
If you counted all the wealth which belongs to You, You would know that You are endlessly wealthy.
Isn‘t it more than all the wealth of the world that You are able to feel? And not only warmth or frost, but also worry, inspiration and the delight of creation.
And even perfect watches made by the best wrights can‘t show You how the passing time is felt. Only You can feel it. What treasures can value such a gift?
And how would you count how much the opportunity to search, find and know is worth? Many centuries have passed since the times when a general after conquering all his known places cried out of despair, that he don‘t know where could he lead his soldiers. You already know, that the Earth is much bigger than the conquest of that general, You know that thousands of unknown roads are still waiting for You, thousands of undiscovered treausres of knowledge.
These treasures belongs to searchers. These treasures are Yours.
The ability to wait is priceless. Waiting is a hand shake to His majesty Time, it‘s belief in his power, it‘s to declare your love. The Time rewards for love with his love and awards with royal gifts – eager to know, to understand and to grow fond of everything what surrounds You, what is visible, audible, appreciable, everything that contains the word LIFE.
The mountains of the highest hallmark won‘t serve that, what the creation‘s power is worth. Creation – the real joy, eternal search of perfection and beauty.
Creative joy drown gloom, irritability, despair and passivity – everything that puts out creative fire, something that is like heavy raindrops.
Today‘s despair – the fate of the weak, the distrustful of one‘s power.
Every single day is a source from which tomorrow is gaining strenght and power. It‘s your own tomorrow. An inexaustible spring of that source.
When you count all your treasures now, say to yourself that you can‘t be anybody else except being the happy one.
____ „ ____
If you counted all the taken steps of people and then took at least one by yourself, everything what you summarized would be inaccurate.
Your taken step...
Your taken step changes all the counting, finishes sequence, brings You the first in the start.
You rise a hand. It‘s a well known sign for everyone: give me the way, now I will start, now it‘s my turn!..
You go to the road of time, thoughts and creation.
But you could have remained as an onlooker. Just the onlooker.
Cinderella becomes a princess.
The third brother – a king.
You – a creator.
(The extract from „You can only")
...What is the answer to the question why do I ought to carry people on my neck through the river had he heard from the last carried person? „Throw this person in the middle of the river and let him swim by himself. And you can go wherever you want."
It‘s the thought giving freedom to people! And what is it that it‘s from a fairytale? Maybe it‘s not even the farytale but a cipher of a sage sent to the happiest ones. These torturers that are sitting on the neck – it‘s our own created stereotypes: people of humble birth – don‘t take a pride in yourself, the poor – walk humbly bended your neck, you are small – avoid words used by elite in your language, someone has told you three times, showed you, that there‘s a star – get down on your marrowbones.
Get down on your marrowbones or not knowing who was your great-great-grandfather claim as you are from king family! Choose, feel free!..
A sailor came ashore of the Mississippi river and exclaimed to everyone: „From now I‘m Mark Twain! Hey, Tom Sawyer, let‘s travel around the world!
A polish girl, a modest governess Maria, after sending other children to sleep, took a physics textbook in her hands and the relative time rose her and carried to the torrential river of honour. Until now it proclaims the name of Maria Skladowska-Curie!
In dusty streats of Paris was singing a girl in a threadbare named Giavanna Gassion until a favourable wind of destiny blew – it not only banks up commonness sand into mountains of squalor but also blows them aways exposing the sky for lucky ones - and she becomes sky‘s and earth‘s favourite Edith Piaf...
(The extract from „You only have")
Note. The text translation is literal.
If you are a publisher, than promptly write me a letter or sit in a plane and I will welcome you in the door of my publishing house „Three stars". For 20 years I‘ve been the leader and the editor in chief of this publishing house. In your country published my books – literary conversations which in my Lithuania have gained recognition will bring you success and recognition. Be the first! Good luck!
Lithuania is in Europe by the Baltic see.
The publishing house „Three stars" is in Vilnius, the capital of Lithuania.
CURRICULUM VITAE
Personal information
Surname, First name Jaronimas Laucius
Adress Žirmūnų str. 137-46, Vilnius, Lithuania
Telephone +370 687 75 147
E-mail JeronimasL@gmail.com , http://www.tryszvaigzdutes.lt/
Date of birth 1946-01-01
Work experience
2009 "Book theatre" founder
2009-04-20 A member of Belarusian writers community
2008-07-30 Granting Status of Lithuanian Art Master
1998-11-25 A member of International Union of social associations of bibliophiles
1994 April till now A president of Public Institution of Literature Association of World Lithuanian Children Publishing house "Lithuanian children book"
1994-April till now Owner and Director of book publishing house „Trys žvaigždutės"
1988 October till now Main editor of the magazine „ŽVAIGZDUTĖ"
1968–1988 Diverse activity in production and in administration
Education
1963–1968 Bachelors Studies Kaunas Technological University, the faculty of Mechanical Engineering and Mechatronics
1963 High school education Panevėžio „Ramygalos" gimnazium
Training / Courses Driving courses, diving courses
Personal skills and competences Professional writer for 28 years, with experience in magazine and book writing. Author of more then 100 books. Many books are translated to English, Polish, Russian, Byelorussian, German, Esperanto languages
Languages Lithuanian (Understanding, speaking, writing – excellent), Russian (Understanding, speaking, writing – excellent), English (Understanding, speaking, writing – a little bit), French (Understanding, speaking, writing – good, but with the help of the dictionary)
Computer skills and competences Operation system: Windows XP, Microsoft Office, Google office, Internet Explorer
Additional information Interests: writing books, reading, travelling, and communicating with people
HOW LIFE ROADS ARE BORN
First, through the empty field comes Destiny.
Behind him, through the same road comes a Man.
While going, he gets thirsty.
Then he digs a well.
While waiting for the well to get water, he builds a small house.
Soon, the road leads a woman to the house.
After that they live long and happily.
If they remember, who went the road first.
THE DAY'S ROAD
The day is a road, whereas the night is the returns.
During the day you travel with Time and with yourself.
At night, you can see that sometimes you travelled by yourself,
but not with Time.
At night, while returning to the beginning, you can be sure that
sometimes you were walking not with Time, nor with yourself.
At night, you can see all the past and future roads.
The most important thing is to check, if you're really awake.
THE GIFT OF MORNING
Did you see, how the dew drops are born?
Did you catch the thought that that birth sent you? How did it
help you to make sense of your life?
A drop of dew is born to water the flower and cheer you up.
Isn't it just like a human life? After all, a human is born to be
beneficial for someone, to delight others.
If in a rush you don't notice the birth of dew drop, then ask
yourself, what the first morning sunshine is telling you.
Every morning is the beginning of a new and unique start of life.
IN THE WORLD OF MIRRORS
Silence is the mirror of the heart.
Only in silence can you hear your heartbeat.
Silence is the mirror of sin.
Only in it can you see what‘s darker: darkness or your sin.
A person is the mirror of all the questions and answers.
But only if you‘re looking for the answers.
The earth is the mirror of your steps.
There you can see where you‘ve come from and where you can go.
The sky is the mirror of hopes.
When hope reaches the sky, it becomes the goal of your life.
Gaze at all the mirrors of the world and see yourself not as you
are, but as you could be.
WILL YOU FIND THE ROAD OF THE CREATOR OF
SILENCE
Only Man and Silence have a soul.
The Creators of Silence are the creators of divinity. They are
greater than poets, artists, composers.
When the Creator of the
Universe spoke out loud, the silence exploded and the galaxies, stars, planets,
our Sun and Earth, everything what is alive, was born.
Silence, just as time, is eternal.
The Creators of Silence find it even in the world of relentless
noises- bickers, taps and knocks. To find it, means following the road of The
Creator of Silence.
Only after finding it, one can hear how it beats- what is the
Silent universe is talking to your heart.
MAN OF FATE
What does the stone feel after being thrown into another person?
Can he change his own orbit and fly past someone without hurting
it?
Is there still hope, that after this, someone will lift it from
the ground and build it into the sanctuary wall?
Or maybe your own fate is to be a man of fate for yourself?
BORN FOR LIFE
If your morning starts with your usual sip of coffee, from an
urgent phone call, from the early world or local news or from a jump to the
car- it means you are not living.
Only when your morning starts with the sunrise, you can be reborn
again.
After all, at least once in your lifetime there had to be such
morning, which, as for all who are alive, would start with the sunrise.
There had to be a day, when the sun was the conductor of the day's
sounds and silences.
If this was the case, it means you can still be reborn again.
If this wasn't the case, it means you would have to be born for
life anew.
THE GIFT OF THE SKY
Some say that people were born with wings once ago. Flying among
the birds, they were glad when they saw the sky and flew near the clouds.
Then, some people learned to create, dream and with the help of
their thoughts they rose even higher than the spectacular eagles and could
finally dive through the sky-wide, fly to other planets, the bravest ones even
travelled to them.
People no longer envied the birds and their wings have stopped
growing...
After many centuries, nobody remembered that they once had wings.
Later they didn't even remember that there were times in the past when they
knew how to dream.
Only when they saw Icarus trying to reach the sun, people wanted
to see the sky from up close again.
But now his rulers, avoiding the wrath of the people and fearing
that because of them wars that are constantly happening in the world would
start in heaven, did not send the wings to them, and did not allowed people to
the sky even if they were hiding in the metal planes or rockets.
However, as the most expensive gift, people who have overcame the
pull of earth's thoughts have been allowed to dream again.
INSPIRATION TO LIVE
Fate, like a companion who does not leave you on your path of Life
and advices you on every crossroad in Life.
Fate is the words he sends the man to help him rediscover himself in
order not to disappear between the infinite fates.
If you heard all the words, Fate is sending to you, you would be
not who you are now, but you would become the one the Creator intended you to
be.
If you heard at least half of the words, the Fate is sending to
you, you would reach the big road, the big crossroad of life- changing
discoveries.
If you heard at least one word, the Fate is sending to you, ten
you would instantly listen up and try your best to quiet the flow of words you
hear every day in order to hear at least one more word the Fate is sending you.
One word send by Fate can change Your Fate.
That word can be INSPIRATION.
Inspiration TO KNOW YOURSELF.
Inspiration to LOVE.
Inspiration to LIVE.
LIFE FULL OF LIFE
Once upon a time he wondered, what should he do on Thursday, if he
died on Wednesday.
While planning all the necessary work he should do on Thursday, if
he died on Wednesday, the man was calming down.
Remembering his plans, he didn't find anything that he should do
on Thursday, if he died on Wednesday.
He got even more surprised and pleased after finding out, that
there was no important work on Thursday, even if he died on Wednesday.
Today is Tuesday. It means that he has two worry-free days, two
weeks, two months, two years, all life...
A life full of life awaits him.
CONVERSATION WITH A HAT
He doesn't remember anymore, who gave him advice to speak to his
hat, if no one was there to talk with him.
He liked the advice. Since he only met people for brief moments,
it was difficult to talk with someone. Moreover, what can you say about people,
when the life itself would meet him in brief moments only.
Life, just like people, cannot be stopped or slowed down of its
fast pace. It seems that the fate from the past days and worries had some sort
of a horsewhip, which chased his plans through dusty roads of life, without
allowing anything to change according to his own will.
Only after taking his hat off and holding it with both hands, he
could stop the fast pace of fate and talks things out, while he was holding the
hat in his hands.
Unfortunately, no one accepted this new discovery. Everyone was so
busy, that they couldn't find the time to talk even to their own hats.
All he was left with was hopes that one day he will meet with his
friends, who will take their hats off and for the first time will talk to each
other. Even while saying goodbyes, they will hold their hats and will put them
on only after going to the streets full of strangers.
I'M BEING CARRIED
The proverb, that a small stump trundles a big wagon, is known not
only from folklore, but also from our own daily life.
Sadly, more and more people want to be the small stumps in their
lives, and the big wagons are becoming rarer, although all the stumps would
gladly jump into the wagon.
If one fails to overthrow the large wagon with the driver sitting
in it, the small stump has only one thing to do, the last opportunity to make
sense for himself- to catch up and crawl onto the wagon full of clovers
unnoticed. This way, the stump
immediately lifts to the height of the wagon!
Stretched out on the fragrant lucky- clovers, he is looking at the
blue sky, enjoying that he didn't have to bother himself about where to buy the
wagon, nor how to take care of it or repair it.
And now, he doesn't care if the wagon falls into the ditch, if it
goes on some stump which is waiting to overthrow the wagon- a thing he knows!
- I'm being carried! - said the stump happily, convincing himself,
that he is the co-owner of the wagon or maybe even the owner himself.
The stump is happily driving, swinging, and without worrying
himself, he is repeating his own law of life:
- I'm being carried!
A MAN- LIKE A MOUNTAIN
And the biggest mountain is just a risen earth crust that acquired
the shape of a mountain.
The mountain itself has no benefits.
On the contrary- it interferes with constructions of roads, house
building and it even blocks the raising Sun.
However, when the mountain is approach by a geologist, he, with
his knowledge, starts exploring it and searching for its hidden minerals- the
mountain becomes a true treasure that enriches hundreds of people, as even the
cities start rising there. The treasures found by a geologist nourishes,
prepares and inspires people for new and exciting discoveries.
And the person is just like some mountain. As long as he does not
seeks those inner treasures, as long as he does not explore the talents that
the nature has benefited him- he is not useful neither to himself or others, as
he is just taking place in the counts of people.
However, after looking at other people-mountains or pushed by some
impulse, one starts searching his own uniqueness and purpose in life, and
finally finds treasures that change his life - he decorates his life with
diamonds and the charm of new discoveries.
A man permanently becomes a geologist of his inner treasures, he
is constantly looking, he is discovering the beauty of thoughts and life
secrets and by doing that he decorates the whole world.
Sometimes one impulse, one stop or one glance is enough. Sadly,
many fails.
But maybe you will succeed...
DIFFERENT FAITHS
After everyone left and the hall got empty, only two people were
left there- the cleaner and the writer.
The cleaner, grumbling about the mess people left, was collecting
their trash, cleaning the dirty floor- she was erasing the traces people left.
The writer was collecting the thoughts that people left, purifying
them and thinking of their possible places in future books about people's
lives.
The cleaner cleaned the footprints left by the writer's dusty
shoes.
The writer immortalized the cleaner in his book.
P.S. The cleaner got paid. The writer was turning his head,
thinking where to get the funds to publish his works.
HABIT
He stands before the monument of a warrior, from which back in the
day he escaped by running.
He was not reached by one, who now became the monument, nor his
bullet.
After finishing going down the memory lane, the man leaves a
flower near the statues' feet and walks away.
However, like every time, he looks back.
He wants to be sure, that the one, who was his pre-war honest
neighbour, is no longer chasing him after.
WHAT PEOPLE TALK AND DON'T TALK ABOUT IN
SUMMERS‘ HOSPITAL
Here, we talk about our pains.
While talking, our pains embrace and merge into one whole. The
more general the pain, the smaller it is for each of us.
We don't talk about the world crisis here, as some of us were
surviving them or some still live in it.
We don't talk about millions here, because we were forced to learn
to survive with a hundred.
No one talks about clothes or fashion, because with the help of
doctors we try to direct the looks to ourselves, to our inner beauty.
Here we talk about how to find enough wit in yourself to have
enough even for foolishly living your life, and how to find out that
foolishness is not a real foolishness if you live your life.
In this hospital we live a relatively short period of time, so we
start to understand the concept of time differently too. as we cherish our
time, we don't talk about nonsense, because for us others talked out it too
much. And that lead us here.
We are taking here with the voice of a soul about her liberation,
her engagement and empathy of the life of thoughts.
Depending what some listen to, different is heard.
I listen and write, for more people to hear, that the world is
unaware how increasingly rapid it is and that it might destroy the most
delicate and wonderful instrument of nature- the human soul.
WORLD OF LONELINESS
When the whole world got sick, I retreated to edge of it.
House, things and all the people, got distant from me.
I stayed alone with my patient, which was getting harder and
harder to look after.
After all, I loved him once, and now he was breathing cold and I
was frightened.
When fear got ahead of me, I met someone in white. He told me,
that the sick is not the whole world, but just my own.
I realised, that there are two worlds: mine and the world's world.
That means, that the world's world has sickened my world. What
else could have infected me?
After realising, that both worlds are sick, I found out why people
don't understand me and don't even want to understand: they all live in that
sick world.
Hence, I should wait until someone heals that sick world.
Then, perhaps, I will be visited by people, who will understand
and help my sick world to recover.
HOW FAIRYTALES END
The forest was already surrounded by dusk, yet the lost children
still can't find a way back home. The brother is calming his sister and decides
to climb up a tall tree.
In the distance, he sees a light and both children run towards it.
A fairy of the light opens the door. She invites the children in,
she gives them some raspberry tea, puts them to soft beds and in the morning,
shows them the road back.
The children, carrying baskets of wild berries and mushrooms
happily come home...
... This is his indelible childhood (fairy) tale.
Now he's already old, with grey hair. The children grew up a long
time ago. And yesterday, after a three-day wandering in the woods, his lost
grandchildren have finally returned home.
They didn't notice, when it got dark. And when they looked around,
they realised that they are lost.
While wandering around, they found a small path, and after walking
it for some time, they saw a light. Both remembering the stories about thieves,
cruelty and kids stolen or taken away from the parents, got frightened and
decided to hide and run into the forest depths.
After three days avoiding main roads and people, they both happily
return home.
P.S. Because nobody
complained about this incident, the children were not taken away from their
loving parents. This happy story can be sent to "Child Right Protection
Services". It can warm the rest of the souls. If you send them happy ending
stories like this, never write names or addresses.
Such is life.
Without the Light Fairy, that is waiting for the lucky ones.
JUST START
When you star thinking about success, success starts thinking
about you.
When you start thinking about sadness, sadness rushes over to help
you grief.
When you still don't start thinking, the thoughts start fooling
around, so you wouldn't start thinking.
When you start thinking about the meaning of life.
You start living.
Live.
WHEN IT COMES
When the sadness comes to you, greet him like any of your guests.
If he comes to you, it means he needs you.
If he comes to you, it means, he wants to tell you something important.
Try guessing his thoughts before meeting him.
Sit down with him on a bench.
Listen to him, understand him.
Lead the sadness till the gates,
Accept the light of relaxation left by it.
MEMORY LIGHT
He doesn't remember now, who asked, where the light disappears
when the candle is blown out.
While trying to answer the question he would find various answers,
and they gave birth to new questions.
What is that light path? How does the darkness meet it?
Was darkness always darkness, or before blowing the candle out,
that darkness was also light?
Does that former light remember, who it shined upon?
And does someone remember, that they lived enlightened by her?
Did they discover a new light, or decided to stay in the dark and
live with it?
The Memory Light awaits the answer.
While it is still light.
EQUATIONS OF LIFE
Health minus my illnesses- equals my health.
Memory minus my forgetfulness- equals my memory.
The daily joys minus the troubles I forgot- equals the Joy of my
Life.
All people minus the ones unfit- can be equal to my loneliness.
All the wealth in the world minus what I don't need- equals my
riches.
Life with all minuses and pluses, with love and hope- equals my
Life.
WELCOME THE WIZARD IN YOU
If I were a wizard, I would know those spells which would give
magical powers, make you wealthiest, happiest, and the most loved.
If you were wizards, you would hear all of that in the simplest
words, the murmur of the woods, the rippling of streams, the silence of the
night, the sunbeam.
If not one of us was a wizard, then every day we would still be
met by the embrace of the greatest wizard of all, named Life.
He gives his gifts to everybody - dawns, visions, passions.
Meet him.
Welcome him.
And be the wealthiest, happiest, and the most loved.
THE FALL OF MAN AND A TREE
A tree once was a victim of a storm and fell upon a man. A book
fell out of his hands. The wind flipped through the pages, and the man could do
nothing but read.
It was the biography of his life, and the lives of other people.
The wind flipped the pages quickly, only sometimes leaving him the same episode
of life or some forgotten event.
The longer he read, the closer he got to himself, to his life. Now
he couldn‘t hurry anywhere, mentally or physically, and was left with only
himself. After so many years, only himself.
The wind calmed down, leaving an open page with three words: „Rise
and go!"
Rise and go!
The man rose.
Rose to live his life.
Looking at others he could tell apart those which had been stuck
under tree, and those who hadn‘t.
GIFTS OF THE NIGHT
Night as a loss of daylight, as a siege of the dark, is only that
to those, who close their eyes and drown in their own darkness.
The happy ones welcome the night as a starry queen, who shows
gratitude for such a meeting with royal embrace.
Night becomes the healer of all the diseases of the day. The
worries and pains which creep up during the day she gives to the guardians of
the past, heals with forgetting and bright memories.
Through dreams, the night sends us codes of fate, leaving the
freedom of deciphering them to the person.
For the happy ones it is a true gift. They exchange the currency of dreams to
purchase the love of destiny
LOSS OF VICTORIES
By nature, rewarded with determination, he had overcome even the
greatest obstacles, he would reach for higher levels of ambition.
Acquiring self-confidence, he finally decided to fight with his
weaknesses, which had previously seemed insurmountable.
He succeeded in that battle- victory followed victory.
However, despite him being satisfied with himself, he became
dissatisfied with life.
Now, even with a double excitement, he started looking for a
reason of that failure.
After a long time, he realised that all the weaknesses he had
overcome were actually his joys of life.
LET US MEET ON THE HILL
Thoughts are like living rivers which flow, hurry, change beyond
every bend, widen, merge into a larger river which then flows into the sea.
And thoughts flow, change, discover something new.
That is why they do not age, they are always young and fresh.
Only beliefs get old. They are like a palisade over the field of
thoughts.
In the beginning, this palisade is a decoration of life. On it you
can see farther, wider, but over time it becomes a real obstruction to the flow
of thought.
Thoughts, like that river, stop and muddle. Once green plains turn
into swamps, grow full of weeds. The land becomes unfertile, ghost-like...
Beliefs must always be checked if they haven't gotten old, if they
haven't left you in the swamp of old beliefs.
Look around - you will always see hills of new beliefs.
Let us meet there...
CRAFTSMEN OF CLOCKS OF LIFE
If you dismantle a clock, and after realising how it works, you
will try to put it back together- even the slightest uninstalled clock detail
will keep the clock from working. The clock is constructed in such way, that it
needs all the details that it had in the first place.
The Clocks of Life work differently.
After searching for the love and purpose of Life, the thoughts of
all past events and everything that was wrong or not even meaningful enough to
remember should be put to the Landfill of Thoughts, which will help you to feel
like you have acquired a new Clock of Life.
Now the Clock tells you, where to search for the new values of
life, the beauty of life; now it counts only the gifts of Fate, which you have
never seen before.
Your whole life is a course on the development of the mastery of
the Clocks of Life.
FIXED LIFE
Sometime ago nobody threw away broken furniture or leaky shoes, as
they would repair, fix and use them again.
Everything changed when he prospered. Just like all rich people,
as soon as something stopped working, he would throw it away ruthlessly and
would buy something better and prettier.
He was so accustomed to throwing everything old away, he didn't
realise that he started to throw old memories, cold feelings and expendable
friends out of his life too.
Being left without friends and feelings, the man ruined himself,
and was forced to repair a broken chair and find his way to the shoe repair
shop.
On his way there, he met an old friend, with whom, sitting on the
bench, he started to remember his old memories.
Where all the lost addresses of his friends, where does his thrown
away love live?
- I'll stop monkeying around as other do. No matter what happens
in my life, I will not throw it away. I will repair it and live my true life, -
he said to himself and to us both.
To me and You.
DECORATE YOUR LIFE
As strange and incomprehensible the world may be, if you
understand that you didn't make it, you become free from all the illogical
oddities or the absurdities which follow you.
Free, only when you're free from all that, you can create YOUR OWN
WORLD.
Then you can delve into the glorious kingdom of thoughts, where
you are the sole ruler.
Calling forth the whole army of thoughts you feel the power to
conquer new horizons of the world you've created, make it better in whichever
way you'd like.
Even if you are unhappy with your world, you know that you made
it.
Most importantly, you know that you can always create it again and
again. You can learn from the wisdom of others, call upon the thoughts of the
Heavens and decorate your life with them.
You have your entire life for this.
A RECIPE FOR LIFE'S HAPPINESS
Don't be afraid of:
Your self. The otherness of people. Problems. Life. Changes.
Discover:
Yourself as you are. Yourself among others. People. Life.
Love:
Mistakes. Flaws. Thoughts. Your own peculiarities.
Life from the day of birth. Today which is pleasant to be with and
to venture into tomorrow.
Find:
Yourself. Energy.
Possibilities.
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