Thursday, 12 January 2017

General Predictions for 2017 Year of the Rooster

General Predictions for 2017 Year of the Rooster







The Chinese Red Fire Rooster Year extends from January 28th 2017 to February 15th 2018.

This Rooster Year is ruled by the fire element and it is a Yin year. The fiery temperament of the Rooster is expected to infuse more enthusiasm and energy into all activities, increasing hopes for better prospects for everyone. This is also the year to work hard and persevere in order to achieve your desired goals.





Forecast for Love and Relationships


The tenth Chinese zodiac sign, the Rooster, gives 2017 the characteristics of ambition, pride, the desire to be admired, punctuality, courage, passion and a well-developed disposition for love and seduction. In regards to love the desire to overwhelm loved ones and to be overwhelmed by them will be strong. 2017 also promises to be a good year for singles wishing to get married as the year ushers in an abundance of romantic opportunities. As the Rooster is considered a very fertile bird, it augurs that there will be good chance for that anticipated addition to a family. Socially, the circle of friends for many will expand; however, family interests should always take precedence!







Forecast for Finance and Employment


The year of the Rooster 2017 bodes well for everyone. It promises happiness, color and drama, but this has to be balanced with good old fashioned common sense and tried and true values. Roosters are also communal birds and the year of the Rooster 2017 predictions promises to be a lucky one for joint ventures. Professional relationships too will turn out to be fruitful. Do not complicate things by over thinking and analyzing too much.

On the whole it’s a favorable time for signing as many business contracts as possible and forming new partnerships. Keep in mind however that the Rooster tends to be overconfident and is prone to come up with nonsensical plans. While the colorful Rooster brings bright and happy days, he also dissipates energy. Disappointments and conflicts will arise unless one refrains from making speculative ventures; resist going off on wild goose chases or get rich quick schemes and instead, stick to practical and well-proven paths. Despite all the fuss and flap we can expect prudence to be the key in economic matters as the Rooster is a good money manager.

Regarding employment, many will be striving for higher goals. The Year of the Rooster will be a year that will result in a flawless job no matter what it takes to achieve it. It will be a year when it is truly better to do less, but do it perfectly. This is also the year we may have to expend maximum effort for minimum gain. Caution is warranted. Do not aim too high or you are liable to get shot down. Try not to fuss too much. Details may not require looking into so long as you are mindful of the whole picture. 





Politics and Economic Forecasts


On the plus side, like the brave and chivalrous Rooster, many will triumph over difficulties and adversities. Nevertheless one needs to be flexible or risk missing out on new ideas and new life strategies. The year of the Rooster teaches the lessons of order, scrutiny and strategic planning. One way is to achieve psychological advantage over an adversary and use force only as a last resort. Everything will be precariously balanced in the Rooster’s year, as his dramatic personality can set off all kinds of petty disputes. All the same, 2017 will be the year where diplomacy wins!

However, in 2017, we need to brace ourselves for a period of immense changes. Fire destroys Metal, and this destructive relationship means challenges double during the year. Yet, the Fire Rooster shines like a bright star in the dark sky, bringing hope and transformation to those who know how to act harmoniously around prevailing circumstances.

Controversy abounds in a Rooster year, and in an entertaining way. In a Rooster year, we will hear more cutting criticisms of those in the public life and some feathers might be ruffled as pride is dented. Nevertheless, all will benefit from these rude awakenings.

The motto for the year of the Rooster 2017 should be– Keep It Simple and don’t take offense at the slightest provocation. Remember, good values never go out of style, no matter how difficult it may seem to apply them.

The Rooster is proud of his appearance. In the Year of the Rooster 2017 invest in some really nice wardrobe items to make the best impression and be very well groomed in public. As the element for 2017 is red, do not use red in your clothes and accessories. Red colored stones like ruby, garnet and pink topaz too are better to be avoided. Instead, use colors that will complement the red and fire element. Earth colored items like brown or yellow are most suitable for all the 12 Chinese zodiac signs in 2017.






Medical advances are likely, old drugs and medicines will be rejected in favor of improved alternatives. Herbs, vitamins and yoga practices, consumption of health foods as well as the rejection of smoking and alcohol abuse continues to be a preference for more and more people.

This year of the Rooster can bring a few wild goose chases that don’t quite work out. Independence and equality will characterize relationships. Theatrical presentations, books and movies will honor the classics. Old stories are retold and appreciated. Too much eccentricity and originality is suspect.

The Year of the Rooster is symbolised by two elements: Yin fire sitting on top of metal. This is a strong clash of elements as fire defeats metal and creates a very destructive energy. With such conflicting elements this usually means much disharmony and conflicts, wars and serious disasters, especially those involving water throughout the world.

Politically therefore, the Year of the Rooster 2017 it is a year when most nations will adhere to hard-line policies. Governments around the world will be flexing muscles and making threats but probably not following through unless faced with no other solution.

Most nations will be most concerned with protecting the homeland and, unfortunately, it will be a year when most leaders and countrymen will take offense over the smallest thing.

Canada is heading into a difficult time as the economy tightens and funds dwindle. This is truly a time to join forces with others to ease the stress.

The Year of the Rooster 2017 is a year when the U.S. must not underestimate its opponents.

The United Kingdom will continue to side with the U.S. They will find this a rather exhausting and perilous year on the home front.

There are also real possibilities of disasters relating to water, earthquakes and natural disasters and the middle-east and Asian countries possibly including China will probably be the worst hit. The financial markets will probably grow in the first half of the year but the forecast from September onwards is not as good and you should think carefully in 2017 before making investments.







A succinct prediction for 2017 Chinese Animal Horoscopes:


This will turn out to be an excellent year for the Dragons. The Snake, Ox and Rooster will have a great year. The Rats and Tigers too will have a good year. The Sheep, Pigs and Monkeys will have a mix of good and bad happenings while the Rabbits, Horses and Dogs might face a few problems. But as long as you have the will power and focus to overcome all challenges, nothing can stop you from reaching your targets.






Wishing you all the best in 2017




The End

Sunday, 8 January 2017

Part of the Whole


Part of the Whole






"A human being is a part of the whole called by us "the universe," a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separate from the rest - a kind of optical illusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and affection for a few persons nearest to us. 











"Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening the circle of understanding and compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."


- Albert Einstein











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Saturday, 17 December 2016

WHY THE CHIMES RANG

WHY THE CHIMES RANG

 (Adapted from Raymond M. Alden-   Re-written by BoSt)






All acts of kindness however minuscule do not escape the notice of Heaven, even though they may go unnoticed here on Earth.

Once upon a time in a far off land there was a magnificent church set on a hilltop. Tall stained glass windows, placed specifically to catch best angles of the sun’s rays, depicted brilliantly executed religious scenes praising God Almighty’s power and extolling the virtues of the saints. Pious carpenters had painstakingly carved magnificent wooden reliefs above and to the sides of the main entrance. The Church’s most prominent feature however was the gray stone tower with ivy growing over it as far up as the eye can see. In the steeple an array of Christmas chimes was housed.





Every Christmas Eve all the inhabitants of the city, re-enacting an old tradition, flocked to this church bringing with them many offerings to the Christ Child.  Legends told of a time when, after the greatest and best offering was laid on the altar, there arose above the voices of the choir a beautiful sound, emanating from the top of the tower the most divine music of the Christmas Chimes.






Some claimed it had to be the wind that rang them, while other more pious ones believed in their heart of hearts, and exclaimed loudly so,  that it had to be the angels that set the bells  swinging to produce that heavenly  sound.






Then came a time when, however great the offerings were, the chimes never again created blissful melody. As a result people were saddened, feeling there must be something amiss. Yet many Christmases came and went and no chimes were heard.

It so happened that there was an old man living modestly with his wife Madonna, in a ramshackle hut not far from the notable church. This kind old man recalled a time when his mother had spoken to him of hearing the chimes when she was but a little girl.  In her waning years she mourned the fact that people had grown less generous in their hearts with their gifts for the Christ Child.  Love and compassion for their fellow man had diminished; pomp and ceremony, hand in hand with greed and ambition taking root instead.  As a result, when an offering was made without the purest heart and intentions and it became only a show, it did not move the angels and justly did not merit the music of the chimes.  If the old man voiced this mournful insight it unfortunately fell on deaf ears. Everyone dismissed him as a senile old man. When he died some years later his poor old widow Madonna was left to fend for herself in a cruel, cruel world.






In a remote country village a number of miles from the city there lived a boy named Pedro and his little brother Pepito. Their parents had been dead for more than a year and Pedro as the sole provider had done his best to support them.  Pepito had overheard so much about the city’s Christmas celebrations that he pleaded and pleaded with his elder brother to take him to the church.  Not having the heart to say no, Pedro bundled some dry rations, mainly hard bread, a clump of hard, moldy cheese and some grain, in a cloth then tied its ends and slung it over his shoulder. They set out at dawn, both dressed in several layers to escape the bitter, bone chilling cold and skins of water hung at their waists. The day before Christmas was bitterly cold with frigid temperatures plunging below zero and made worse by thrashing winds that whipped and punished any wayward soul who dared venture outside.





For untold hours the boys trudged to cover the great distance to the city. Huddled together, they walked hand in hand bending their backs to brace themselves against the strong winds. The icy drizzle mercilessly chilled them to the very marrow of their bones.  By dusk they were tired, famished and exhausted, almost unable to take another step, yet the lights of the big city now visible just ahead, egged them to soldier on.






Panting, they at long last approached the gates of the city. Fortunately the gates were still wide open, expecting more visitors. As they were about to enter, Pedro spotted something dark on the snow off to the side of the road, and so veered off to take a closer look.   It was a poor beggar woman who had obviously suffered a mishap and fallen into the shallow ditch.  Stranded, she lay there half-dead, too sick and shivering with cold to rise up or call for help. Rushing over, Pedro helped her to sit up and draped his threadbare coat over her shoulders to bring her some warmth. She looked so pale and had difficulty speaking. He helped her take some tentative sips from his water skin. Then, looking up, he addressed his little brother, “It’s no use, Pepito. I can’t leave her in this condition. You go on ahead to the church.”

“Alone?” cried Pepito in a fearful voice.  “No, I can’t.  I can’t let you will miss the Christmas Festival.”

“You are brave, just go on by yourself. I’ll be here when you come back.  I can’t leave her.” Pedro answered sternly. He looked at her face and smiled encouragingly. “Poor old lady, her face looks like the Madonna in the chapel window.”

“Madonna” the old woman opened her tear stained eyes slightly and smiled at Pedro.






“Go on. I can’t leave her in this state; she will surely freeze to death if nobody stays with her.”  Then Pedro reached deep into to his inner pocket and withdrew a treasured object for his little brother to take. Then with the choking sound of disappointment he added: “If you get a chance, little brother, to slip up to the altar without getting in anyone's way, please take this little copper piece of mine and lay it down as our offering when no one is looking. That way it will be the same as me going there. "






Pepito reluctantly left Pedro with a heavy heart.  The great church was truly a magnificent place that night. The decorations, lights and glitter, all the displays, riches he’d never seen the like of before simply took his little breath away. A small urchin like himself was virtually invisible amidst the procession as they took their gifts for the Christ Child to the altar.






Some worshipers laid down wonderful jewels; some gave baskets with massive amounts of gold so heavy they could scarcely carry them down the aisle.  A famed author laid down his prized work, a book he had, after many years, just completed.  








Then the King appeared in all his majesty hoping, like the least petitioner, to win for himself the music of the Christmas chimes. A great murmur rippled through the church as the people witnessed the King taking his priceless golden crown, set with diamonds and rare precious gems, from his head and laying it to  gleam on the alter as his offering to the Christ Child.






“Surely, “They intoned in unison, “Surely we shall hear the bells now.” But the chimes did not ring. Not even a whimper was heard.  When the gifts were all on the altar, the choir began the closing hymn.






The disappointed crowd grumbling under their breath slowly began to disperse. Suddenly the organist stopped playing, and everyone looked aghast at the old Priest, who was holding up his hand for silence.  

“What’s this?”






When the people strained their ears there came resonating through the air, softly but distinctly, the heavenly music of the chimes in the tower!

The divine music seemed so far away and yet so clear.  The notes were so much sweeter than any sound they had ever heard.  Melody rising and falling in the sky was so entrancing that the people in the church held their breath and stood perfectly still.






Then they all stood up together and stared at the altar, wanting to see what great gift had awakened these long-silent chimes. But all the nearest of them saw was the figure of Pepito, who had crept softly down the aisle, perfectly unseen and placed Pedro’s little piece of copper on the altar.

The End





Merry Christmas  Everyone








Friday, 25 November 2016

Song of the Flower


Song of the Flower





Song of the Flower 

(Poem by XXIII by Khalil Gibran)




I am a kind word uttered and repeated

By the voice of Nature;

I am a star fallen from the

Blue tent upon the green carpet.

I am the daughter of the elements

With whom Winter conceived;

To whom Spring gave birth; I was

Reared in the lap of Summer and I

Slept in the bed of Autumn.

                        ~

At dawn I unite with the breeze

To announce the coming of light;

At eventide I join the birds

In bidding the light farewell.

                          ~

The plains are decorated with

My beautiful colors, and the air

Is scented with my fragrance.

                           ~

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of

Night watch over me, and as I

Awaken I stare at the sun, which is

The only eye of the day.

                             ~

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to

The voices of the birds, and dance

To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

                              ~

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;

I am the memory of a moment of happiness;

I am the last gift of the living to the dead;

I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

                               ~

But I look up high to see only the light,

And never look down to see my shadow.

This is wisdom which man must learn.




































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