TRIBUTE TO THOMAS WILLIAM BELTON

The meadow of that sacred resting place

who picked from her such agonizing cries

and the flow of the bleeding wound from him,

pious turned both into flowers to the slab...

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Text: from “TRES SONETOS A ADONIS”

Image: from “Remembrance Day” London 2014

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THE REAL VALUE OF CURRENCY

Island of Yap in the Pacific Ocean:

lost among other thousands dispersed

in the archipelago of the Micronesia;

nothing is there; well yes, there is the sky,

the jungle, the sea (is full of stingrays)

their livelihood consists in fishing them;

is a brave people of daring navigators

in small canoes made of rushes tied

and they orient according to the stars.

They greatly value their ancient traditions

-we will see its economic importance-

that are transmitted across generations

by shamans whose only mission is

to keep always alive a "sacred flame"

taking care of the myths not to forget

repeating telling to everyone this rare story:

Some centuries ago a yapense chief

decided why not becoming rich?,

but there was nothing there to that effect

-I mean apart from what has been said-

that being so common they did not appreciate.

He was told that on a remote island

called "Truk" distant about two weeks

of sailing threatened with a variety of typhoons,

storms and heavy swell lashing the boats

there were enormous stones scattered throughout

of a material that could be easily carved

("aragonite" in geology is called).

And thus risking their lives on various trips

little by little they brought six thousand rocks

(some of them weighted about a couple tons)

carved them out producing circle shapes

and through the center bored an open hole 

so that by introducing there a stick

could be moved around the enormous mass

about the perimeter, as a gigantic wheel.

The task achieved was worthy of the Titans,

so a big value was rightly attached to it,

and the participants in the great enterprise

were granted a cuantity of stones

proportionate in number and in size

according to the merit, thus gaving them

among their people: status, honors,”wealth"

for it was a good so unusual for them

as gold or silver can represent to us.

They were deposited in the jungle banks

allotted each one to its proud owner,

nobody could move them readily around

-were also used to mark the edge of paths-

and so the jungle became a watched over “bank";

with a big plus: not subject to inflation;

as nobody can easily a large stone create

out of the blue as in "bank-money" occurs:

“he who wants fish then risk the bottom wet”;

go and repeat the ancestors so brave feat.

Gradually, over the span of time

such a wealth in the hands of a few

was being distributed: if one married a daughter

that means to give as dowry a large stone,

and with medium one to acquire a hut

paying the "architect" with any there small ...

Now everyone to some extent has some

from the six thousand of the jungle bank;

to give a relative idea in order to compare,

the chief tycoon has twenty of varying size,

what makes him see the future in cheerful mood

if he does not by the way the island quit...

as there is where is solely recognized

that kind of money (otherwise behemoths)

based on a maintained reputation

renewed by shamans conveying the story

of the heroic deeds of the ancient folks

who crossed the sea venturing into the unknown

and thus endowed matter of economic value

morally-based as they risked their lives-

the massive stones are then transformed in totems-

coated of myth and culture that is allways refreshed

as ”yapense values” in all the possible meanings of the term.

I almost forgot: the stones are worth so much

that are not useful to be handled in dealings,

let us say to buy a fish (even when it is a stingray)

nor the firewood for the bonfire to cook;

such trifles are at a different scale

of value in a mind & matter sense

(if the economic from personal derives).

Required for carrying out such tasks

is something that can be used in change

that is lightweight and not a heavy block

fractionable, portable and "cheap";

for such petty details they use the dollars

“scraps of paper" that "Uncle Sam" supports,

but their precious "pietro-dollars" never touch.

© albertotrocóniz / 13

Text from: “AS I SEE IT”

Image: "Yapensa Pensierosa about the Money"

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VERDADERO VALOR DE LA MONEDA

A HYPOTHESIS FOR THE "MOAIS": MERE COINS?

I propose a hypothesis to be verified

by scholars and the learned ones

in ocean themes and in island matters:

those of Easter, of Yap and the Marquesas.

Easter Island in the Pacific Ocean

with their strange and much disturbing totems:

that are the "moai”, shapes in stone carved

with the mystery of what could be their origin ...

... and the Island Yap in the Ocean Pacific

distant from the other about three thousand miles;

where its ingenious system of finance

caused sensation throughout French Polynesia;

that they "invented" to create their richness:

massive stones brought from very far away

defying typhoons in canoes rather faint

which gave to the adventure enormous merit

and thus commercial value was derived

-because of the difficulty of getting them-

from that other intangible value​​: bravery

that those sailors exhibited so well.

Is also known that some of these tribes

-inhabitants of the Marquesas Islands-

went to the sea, to the fearful ocean,

only guided by necessity and the stars.

Matches the legend that tells about how clans

rivals for power in the nation of "Heva"

make bloody wars between each other

finally expelling the losers from the land;

those must leave for other territories

of course by sea -no alternative was left-

amidst typhoons, great perils, risks and dangers

beyond the known, to the infinite horizon.

Undoubtedly many of them died in the attempt

after sailing the immensities of waters

(the Pacific Ocean amounts aprox to a third

of the entire surface of our blue Earth planet).

Today there are signs that thousand years ago

a bunch of these brave seafarers

led by a chief (named “Atu Matuna”)

reached "Rapa Nui”, that is the Easter Island.

and thus was brought to that lone territory

some of the goods of their civilization;

valuable things, foremost are to be mentioned:

their blood, sweet potatoes and the currency.

The blood: that now with modern DNA testing

taken from the old ladies and the old men

in both places so distant from each other

their connection convincingly demonstrates.

Sweet potato: a fruit that was indigenous

and it can never (as a coconut would)

float for months, it must be embarked;

reached Easter Island, then later went to America ...

The currency: -and here comes my thesis-

was here also made in the resemblance

of huge yapense stones of happy memory

and of so good result in Micronesia economy.

Are perhaps those so mysterious shapes

called "moai" -huge faces in carved stone

characteristic of the Easter Island-

a mere transcript of their financial values?;

Maybe these people devoid of gold and silver

sought valuable things by other means:

in the rarity and worth of somewhat

difficult to obtain; those "behemoths” perhaps?

… giving them faces, as we do also

in printed banknotes and in minted coins;

so they carved here the volcanic tuff

transporting finally their enormous weights.

There is no doubt, the thing has a great merit,

and it is not within the reach of a nobody

that can easily print hitting a button

(so money inflation therefore is kept away);

if anyone wants fish go and get wet;

reach the volcano and choose some block

of a size according to the greed,

scrub it tastefully and haul it afterwards

for a long way to take it to the "bank"

(here terraced fields facing the ocean);

nobody could make any embezzlement ever

stealing them because of their large weight.

With such a wealth ... if you marry a daughter

give her a dowry with a large sized face,

with a medium one she can acquire a hut

and pay with any small the "architect".

Everyone there to some extent had some

deposited in bank of hundreds in the banks,

which today represents an attraction for tourism,

thus the capital accumulated by the ancestors

leaves substantial revenue as interest today.

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Text from: "AS I SEE IT"

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UNA HIPÓTESIS DE LOS “MOAIS”: ¿MONEDAS?

MYSTIC BODY VIBRATES IN TUNING FORKS

The world is a continuum that is inhabited

by the so-called living beings and other entities;

all is spirit in tuning forks vibrating

in very different frequencies and tones:

if low, as in the stones and all the mineral,

if average as in the plants and animals,

somewhat higher in the actual human,

higher on top at the angelic spheres ...

Everything aims at building such a harmony

as to be a whole and with a clear sense

that can express the triform appearance

of the divine at the root source of all:

Energy, Love, Intelligence at its summun

-name it Trinity if you favor the term-

all seeks a balance in casual deviations
as the Alpha and Omega is just the same.

If let's say there is a bloody crime,

an attack with victims, innocent,

the embezzlement, the black hole caused

seeks for a suture to put the bleed an end,

summon resources from the rest of the body,

spiritual body -"mystical" is the tradition name-

that reacts -on account of being it pure health-

to those ill parts that can cause a gangrene;

sooner or later they will be neutralized

having to purge for their sin and nonsense

in this or in a thousand lives to take up

(the Law of Karma is the zero-sum end).

Back to the attack in the mentioned example:

will we see the revenge of the dead

-that are not such but alive in another realm

leaving this one incomplete and mutilated-

sooner or later having the main responsible

that must here wash all the blood and stains,

submerged in misery and doomed

their broken lives in tatters crashing as well?.

Society also that taken collectively

to evil shows weakness and cowardice

must suffer the purge and condemnation

with an exponent in the physical world:

in economic and in material business,

in the financial and the energy crisis;

don´t be surprised of misery and decay,

is a mere transcript that such moral reflects.

Everything has meaning: Consciousness;

like in our body prompts feeling a pain

to serve as notice so we can attend

and put a remedy that is accurate there,

likewise the psychic and the mental suffering

warns us of something wrong within,

once seen the cause, admit it, and therefor

begin to mobilize the appropriate means.

And so the circumstances suffered

always point to the ultimate root causes:

some deviation from the order determined

that is the health in bodies and in minds.

(What is that health?; it is said: Leave everything

and enter naked of concepts and of things

into the purity of Being -capital letters-

once overcome the selfish egotism).

It is forever true the old adage

-to gain in more awareness an appeal-

"He who does not learn through discernment

will have to do so through suffering and pain"

(that personally, collectively as well).

© albertotrocóniz / 13

Text from "PHILOSOPHICAL NOTEBOOK"

Image: "Tuning Forks in Logos" (Yamaha)

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CUERPO MÍSTICO VIBRANDO EN DIAPASONES

HIGGS FIELD AND BOSON: A METAPHOR

The vacuum is not such, is like a field 

of virgin snow that invites to explore 

and this can be done in various ways:

a very fast one is traveling on skis;

an intermediate is stepping on rackets,

and one slower sinking into the snow;

a body can go faster or slower

depending on how it interacts

with the medium in which it is based.

So a body that exhibits a mass 

is not its own but rather it derives 

from the kind of substrate interaction 

when running into the packed vacuum

(like the traveler with that of the snow):

if such an interaction is very intense 

as that of who is sinking in his footsteps 

going slower, a large mass is assigned, 

the intermediate that advances on snowshoes 

guess what: will have an intermediate mass, 

and as to the other one that glides using skis,

obtains a value of zero or low mass.

Therefore mass is not something ontological 

but it is just the result of exchanges 

between the object and the field where it travels: 

the "Higgs Field" that permeates the vacuum

and provides inertia to the particles;

the "Higgs Boson" are then those snowflakes
(in each one of their beautiful crystals)

that to my boots adhere more or less.

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Text: from "SCIENTIFIC NOTEBOOK"

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CAMPO Y BOSÓN "DE HIGGS": UNA METÁFORA

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GET OFF THE CAROUSEL AT ONCE

The support of an application,

a football team or to a party, ...

that´s very well, but it is irrelevant;

as nothing matters being in the contingent.

For what is, is being out of time

and space, that are mere delusions;

another order of reality -in fact-

the only reality, the rest utterly false.

For nothing is, although it seems to exist:

mere shadow figures projected on a canvas;

the only real is the light and the screen

and when it´s off the Great Silence remains.

But we are all the time pending on form

on name, ideas, and experiences

of our ego, the idea of being something

changing with modes and all the circumstances.

Already fed up, look at what matters,

we get so tired of the journey for eons

where we like toys do turn and turn around

and round and round on our ego axis.

Let's try get out and just stop from that,

direct the attention maintaining the point

that is behind the known, and observe all

without any rejection or attachment.

there is the Being independent, free

of pain and pleasure, and all the rest of processes

that create worlds, and subsequent destruction;

this is the truth, only this is what matters.

The ego is false: I am not an idea,

I am the unembraceable reality

I am the Self that is revealed in silence;

someone has said: "The High Indifference".

© albertotrocóniz / 12

Text from: "PHILOSOPHICAL FILES"

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APEARSE DE UNA VEZ DEL TIOVIVO

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MASKS

Afterthought beguiles the person:

bearing our masks we are all doodles

when we identify with them.

Each plays the role to him assigned

and does his task in this world

making possible

God´s show.

It's not wrong being an actor, on the contrary it's fun;

the madness is to take the role for real

(personally and collectively hold).

And which I refer to death is:

abandon everything internally;

the idea of a person is the first.

Thus allowing the great mystery

to fill the available void

being only just mere instruments.

Honing our capabilities

will promote the harmonious sound

for the music SILENCE plays.

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ACOTACIÓN AL MARGEN DE LAS MÁSCARAS

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