The Confusions of A Fact Hunter's World!

Dreams

2009-01-26T22:26:00.008+03:30

Should we believe in them?

Are they signs for the future?

Are they the representation of our feelings that we hav experienced, or have gone through...?

What do you think?

Please let me know!

You can find useful information in Sigmund Freud's "The Interpretation of Dreams":

http://www.psychwww.com/books/interp/toc.htm

I'm back... Now I see!

2009-01-13T19:17:00.003+03:30

Life is the matter of "GAINING" and "MAINTAINING"

In 'gaining' or 'obtaining' you might suffice,

But without 'maintaining' you'll feel the loss.

'Maintaining' is the price;

To keep 'gaining' against the vice.

"Mitra"

E-books for Novel I

2007-09-28T19:22:00.000+03:30

Hello everyone!
Thanks God that at last something motivated me for a new post on this ( I wish not!!!) forgotten blog!

Well… going straight to the point, here are the first four important novels for our NOVEL I course that I think finding them at the bookshelves is not only time-consuming, but even completely futile! Since I guess the 2nd and the 3rd ones aren’t available in bookstores anymore!

Although some sellers promised about providing the books but it 's a good idea to have the free e-books just in case that the original books are not available for any reason!
So here you are, wish you can download them easily and enjoy them!

Robinson crusoe:

http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/521

Tristram Shandy:

http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/1079

Pamela:

***Vol I ( Virtue Rewarded):

http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/6124

Vol II:

http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/12958

Tom Jones:

http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/6593

Unforgotten!

2007-08-04T17:31:00.002+03:30

Hello every one!

It's for a long time that I haven't had a new post. And it means that I don't feel well at all...

Tasting the sweet flour of blogging, it's really painful to be forced to be away from the attractive and charming atmosphere of this NEVERLAND!

But it seems that me and my feelings are buried under the pile of cruel seconds and there is no way to raise the head and breathe... smile and share words!

This summer I have forgotten the meaning of free time and hobbies that I enjoy the most!

I guess that I'm trying to forget things and it leads to forget my own feelings at first hand!

I really miss you all...

This lighthouse is abandoned, unless you make it lively with your visits and comments...

Love you all!

The Da Vinci Code

2007-07-07T13:17:00.000+03:30

Yesterday morning I started reading the famous novel "The Da Vinci Code". It is just twenty pages left to the end of the book. But the mysteries, the complex symbols which make a confusing labyrinth, and the absorbing suspense of the story didn't let me finish the story! I first decided to do search about some key elements and symbols in the story...

I have found some extraordinary information about the topic. It has opened a new window into my life! It has the same purpose of seeking the truth! and I thought it could be a very interesting topic in my world of fact-hunting!

But I need to classify the information and then let you know about the marvellous and exciting story of this indeterminate factual or fiction novel!

But to draw your attentions I will put an excerpt of the book below, and will leave the address from which you may download the free ebook; wish you enjoy it as much as I did!

FACT:
The Priory of Sion—a European secret society founded in 1099—is a real organization. In 1975, Paris's Bibliothèque Nationale discovered parchments known as Les Dossiers Secrets, identifying numerous members of the Priory of Sion, including Sir Isaac Newton, Botticelli, Victor Hugo, and Leonardo da Vinci.
The Vatican prelature known as Opus Dei is a deeply devout Catholic group that has been the topic of recent controversy due to reports of brain-washing, coercion, and a practice known as "corporal mortification." Opus Dei has just completed construction of a $47 million National Headquarters at 243 Lexington Avenue in New York City.
All descriptions of artwork, architecture, documents, and secret rituals in this novel are accurate.

PROLOGUE

LOUVRE MUSEUM, PARIS10:46 P.M.

Renowned curator Jacques Saunière staggered through the vaulted archway of the museum's Grand Gallery. He lunged for the nearest painting he could see, a Carravagio. Grabbing the gilded frame, the seventy-three-year-old man heaved the masterpiece toward himself until it tore from the wall and Saunière collapsed backward in a heap beneath the canvas. As he anticipated, a thundering iron gate fell nearby, barricading the entrance to the suite. The parquet floor shook. Far off, an alarm began to ring.The curator lay a moment, gasping for breath, taking stock. I am still alive. He crawled out from under the canvas and scanned the cavernous space for someplace to hide.A voice spoke, chillingly close. "Do not move." On his hands and knees, the curator froze, turning his head slowly.Only fifteen feet away, outside the sealed gate, the mountainous silhouette of his attacker stared through the iron bars. He was broad and tall, with ghost-pale skin and thinning white hair. His irises were pink with dark red pupils. The albino drew a pistol from his coat and aimed the long silencer through the bars, directly at the curator. "You should not have run." His accent was not easy to place. "Now tell me where it is." "I told you already," the curator stammered, kneeling defenseless on the floor of the gallery. "I have no idea what you are talking about!" "You are lying." The man stared at him, perfectly immobile except for the glint in his ghostly eyes. "You and your brethren possess something that is not yours." The curator felt a surge of adrenalin. How could he possibly know this? "Tonight the rightful guardians will be restored. Tell me where it is hidden, and you will live." The man leveled his gun at the curator's head. "Is it a secret you will die for?" Saunière could not breathe.The man tilted his head and closed one eye, peering down the barrel of his gun.Saunière held up his hands in defense. "Wait," he said slowly. "I will tell you what you need to know." The curator spoke his next words carefully. The lie he told was one he had rehearsed many times…each time praying he would never have to use it. When the curator had finished speaking, his assailant smiled smugly. "Yes. This is exactly what the others told me." Saunière recoiled. The others? "I found them, too," the huge man taunted. "All three of them. They confirmed what you have just said." It cannot be! The curator's true identity, along with the identities of his three sénéchaux, was almost as sacred as the ancient secret they protected. Saunière now realized his sénéchaux, following strict procedure, had told the same lie before their own deaths. It was part of the protocol. The attacker aimed his gun again. "When you are gone, I will be the only one who knows the truth." The truth. In an instant, the curator grasped the true horror of the situation. If I die, the truth will be lost forever. Instinctively, he tried to scramble for cover. The silencer spat, and the curator felt a searing heat as the bullet lodged in his stomach. He fell forward…struggling against the pain. Slowly, Saunière rolled over and stared back through the bars at his attacker. The man was now taking dead aim at Saunière's head. Saunière closed his eyes, his thoughts a swirling tempest of fear and regret. The click of an empty chamber echoed through the corridor. The curator's eyes flew open. The man glanced down at his weapon, looking almost amused. He reached for a second clip, but then seemed to reconsider, smirking calmly at Saunière's gut. "My work here is done." The curator looked down and saw the bullet hole in his white linen shirt. It was framed by a small circle of blood a few inches below his breastbone. My stomach. Almost cruelly, the bullet had missed his heart. As a veteran of La Guerre d'Algérie, the curator had witnessed this horribly drawn out death before. For fifteen minutes, he would survive as his stomach acids seeped into his chest cavity, slowly poisoning him from within. "Pain is good, monsieur," the man said. Then he was gone.Alone now, Jacques Saunière turned his gaze again to the iron gate. He was trapped, and the doors could not be reopened for at least twenty minutes. By the time anyone got to him, he would be dead. Even so, the fear that now gripped him was a fear far greater than that of his own death. I must pass on the secret.Staggering to his feet, he pictured his three murdered brethren. He thought of the generations who had come before them…of the mission with which they had all been entrusted. An unbroken chain of knowledge. Suddenly, now, despite all the precautions…despite all the fail safes…Jacques Saunière was the only remaining link, the sole guardian of one of the most powerful secrets ever kept. Shivering, he pulled himself to his feet. I must find some way….He was trapped inside the Grand Gallery, and there existed only one person on earth to whom he could pass the torch. Saunière gazed up at the walls of his opulent prison. A collection of the world's most famous paintings seemed to smile down on him like old friends. Wincing in pain, he summoned all of his faculties and strength. The desperate task before him, he knew, would require every remaining second of his life.

CHAPTER 1

Robert Langdon awoke slowly. A telephone was ringing in the darkness-a tinny, unfamiliar ring. He fumbled for the bedside lamp and turned it on. Squinting at his surroundings he saw a plush Renaissance bedroom with Louis XVI furniture, hand-frescoed walls, and a colossal mahogany four-poster bed. Where the hell am I?The jacquard bathrobe hanging on his bedpost bore the monogram: HOTEL RITZ PARIS.Slowly, the fog began to lift. Langdon picked up the receiver. "Hello?" "Monsieur Langdon?" a man's voice said. "I hope I have not awoken you?" Dazed, Langdon looked at the bedside clock. It was 12:32 A.M. He had been asleep only an hour, but he felt like the dead. "This is the concierge, monsieur. I apologize for this intrusion, but you have a visitor. He insists it is urgent." Langdon still felt fuzzy. A visitor? His eyes focused now on a crumpled flyer on his bedside table.

THE AMERICAN UNIVERSITY OF PARIS proudly presentsan evening with Robert LangdonProfessor of Religious Symbology, Harvard University
Langdon groaned. Tonight's lecture-a slide show about pagan symbolism hidden in the stones of Chartres Cathedral-had probably ruffled some conservative feathers in the audience. Most likely, some religious scholar had trailed him home to pick a fight. "I'm sorry," Langdon said, "but I'm very tired and-""Mais monsieur," the concierge pressed, lowering his voice to an urgent whisper. "Your guest is an important man." Langdon had little doubt. His books on religious paintings and cult symbology had made him a reluctant celebrity in the art world, and last year Langdon's visibility had increased a hundred-fold after his involvement in a widely publicized incident at the Vatican. Since then, the stream of self-important historians and art buffs arriving at his door had seemed never-ending. "If you would be so kind," Langdon said, doing his best to remain polite, "could you take the man's name and number, and tell him I'll try to call him before I leave Paris on Tuesday? Thank you." He hung up before the concierge could protest. Sitting up now, Langdon frowned at his bedside Guest Relations Handbook, whose cover boasted: SLEEP LIKE A BABY IN THE CITY OF LIGHTS. SLUMBER AT THE PARIS RITZ. He turned and gazed tiredly into the full-length mirror across the room. The man staring back at him was a stranger-tousled and weary. You need a vacation, Robert. The past year had taken a heavy toll on him, but he didn't appreciate seeing proof in the mirror. His usually sharp blue eyes looked hazy and drawn tonight. A dark stubble was shrouding his strong jaw and dimpled chin. Around his temples, the gray highlights were advancing, making their way deeper into his thicket of coarse black hair. Although his female colleagues insisted the gray only accentuated his bookish appeal, Langdon knew better. If Boston Magazine could see me now.Last month, much to Langdon's embarrassment, Boston Magazine had listed him as one of that city's top ten most intriguing people-a dubious honor that made him the brunt of endless ribbing by his Harvard colleagues. Tonight, three thousand miles from home, the accolade had resurfaced to haunt him at the lecture he had given. "Ladies and gentlemen…" the hostess had announced to a full house at The American University of Paris's Pavillon Dauphine, "Our guest tonight needs no introduction. He is the author of numerous books: The Symbology of Secret Sects, The Art of the Illuminati, The Lost Language of Ideograms, and when I say he wrote the book on Religious Iconology, I mean that quite literally. Many of you use his textbooks in class." The students in the crowd nodded enthusiastically. "I had planned to introduce him tonight by sharing his impressive curriculum vitae. However…" She glanced playfully at Langdon, who was seated onstage. "An audience member has just handed me a far more, shall we say…intriguing introduction." She held up a copy of Boston Magazine.Langdon cringed. Where the hell did she get that? The hostess began reading choice excerpts from the inane article, and Langdon felt himself sinking lower and lower in his chair. Thirty seconds later, the crowd was grinning, and the woman showed no signs of letting up. "And Mr. Langdon's refusal to speak publicly about his unusual role in last year's Vatican conclave certainly wins him points on our intrigue-o-meter." The hostess goaded the crowd. "Would you like to hear more?" The crowd applauded. Somebody stop her, Langdon pleaded as she dove into the article again."Although Professor Langdon might not be considered hunk-handsome like some of our younger awardees, this forty-six-year-old academic has more than his share of scholarly allure. His captivating presence is punctuated by an unusually low, baritone speaking voice, which his female students describe as 'chocolate for the ears.''' The hall erupted in laughter. Langdon forced an awkward smile. He knew what came next-some ridiculous line about "Harrison Ford in Harris tweed"-and because this evening he had figured it was finally safe again to wear his Harris tweed and Burberry turtleneck, he decided to take action. "Thank you, Monique," Langdon said, standing prematurely and edging her away from the podium. "Boston Magazine clearly has a gift for fiction." He turned to the audience with an embarrassed sigh. "And if I find which one of you provided that article, I'll have the consulate deport you." The crowd laughed."Well, folks, as you all know, I'm here tonight to talk about the power of symbols…"
The ringing of Langdon's hotel phone once again broke the silence. Groaning in disbelief, he picked up. "Yes?" As expected, it was the concierge. "Mr. Langdon, again my apologies. I am calling to inform you that your guest is now en route to your room. I thought I should alert you." Langdon was wide awake now. "You sent someone to my room?" "I apologize, monsieur, but a man like this…I cannot presume the authority to stop him." "Who exactly is he?" But the concierge was gone. Almost immediately, a heavy fist pounded on Langdon's door. Uncertain, Langdon slid off the bed, feeling his toes sink deep into the savonniere carpet. He donned the hotel bathrobe and moved toward the door. "Who is it?" "Mr. Langdon? I need to speak with you." The man's English was accented-a sharp, authoritative bark. "My name is Lieutenant Jérome Collet. Direction Centrale Police Judiciaire." Langdon paused. The Judicial Police? The DCPJ were the rough equivalent of the U.S. FBI. Leaving the security chain in place, Langdon opened the door a few inches. The face staring back at him was thin and washed out. The man was exceptionally lean, dressed in an official-looking blue uniform. "May I come in?" the agent asked. Langdon hesitated, feeling uncertain as the stranger's sallow eyes studied him. "What is this is all about?" "My capitaine requires your expertise in a private matter." "Now?" Langdon managed. "It's after midnight." "Am I correct that you were scheduled to meet with the curator of the Louvre this evening? " Langdon felt a sudden surge of uneasiness. He and the revered curator Jacques Saunière had been slated to meet for drinks after Langdon's lecture tonight, but Saunière had never shown up. "Yes. How did you know that?" "We found your name in his daily planner." "I trust nothing is wrong?" The agent gave a dire sigh and slid a Polaroid snapshot through the narrow opening in the door. When Langdon saw the photo, his entire body went rigid. "This photo was taken less than an hour ago. Inside the Louvre." As Langdon stared at the bizarre image, his initial revulsion and shock gave way to a sudden upwelling of anger. "Who would do this!" "We had hoped that you might help us answer that very question, considering your knowledge in symbology and your plans to meet with him." Langdon stared at the picture, his horror now laced with fear. The image was gruesome and profoundly strange, bringing with it an unsettling sense of déjà vu. A little over a year ago, Langdon had received a photograph of a corpse and a similar request for help. Twenty-four hours later, he had almost lost his life inside Vatican City. This photo was entirely different, and yet something about the scenario felt disquietingly familiar. The agent checked his watch. "My capitaine is waiting, sir." Langdon barely heard him. His eyes were still riveted on the picture. "This symbol here, and the way his body is so oddly…""Positioned?" the agent offered. Langdon nodded, feeling a chill as he looked up. "I can't imagine who would do this to someone." The agent looked grim. "You don't understand, Mr. Langdon. What you see in this photograph…" He paused. "Monsieur Saunière did that to himself."

CHAPTER 2

One mile away, the hulking albino named Silas limped through the front gate of the luxurious brownstone residence on Rue la Bruyère. The spiked cilice belt that he wore around his thigh cut into his flesh, and yet his soul sang with satisfaction of service to the Lord.Pain is good.His red eyes scanned the lobby as he entered the residence. Empty. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to awaken any of his fellow numeraries. His bedroom door was open; locks were forbidden here. He entered, closing the door behind him. The room was spartan-hardwood floors, a pine dresser, a canvas mat in the corner that served as his bed. He was a visitor here this week, and yet for many years he had been blessed with a similar sanctuary in New York City. The Lord has provided me shelter and purpose in my life. Tonight, at last, Silas felt he had begun to repay his debt. Hurrying to the dresser, he found the cell phone hidden in his bottom drawer and placed a call to a private extension. "Yes?" a male voice answered. "Teacher, I have returned." "Speak," the voice commanded, sounding pleased to hear from him. "All four are gone. The three sénéchaux…and the grandmaster himself." There was a momentary pause, as if for prayer. "Then I assume you have the information?" "All four concurred. Independently." "And you believed them?" "Their agreement was too great for coincidence." An excited breath. "Superb. I had feared the brotherhood's reputation for secrecy might prevail." "The prospect of death is strong motivation." "So, my pupil, tell me what I must know." Silas knew the information he had gleaned from his victims would come as a shock. "Teacher, all four confirmed the existence of the clef de voûte…the legendary keystone." He heard a quick intake of breath over the phone and could feel the Teacher's excitement. "The keystone. Exactly as we suspected." According to lore, the brotherhood had created a map of stone-a clef de voûte…or keystone—an engraved tablet that revealed the final resting place of the brotherhood's greatest secret…information so powerful that its protection was the reason for the brotherhood's very existence. "When we possess the keystone," the Teacher said, "we will be only one step away." "We are closer than you think. The keystone is here in Paris." "Paris? Incredible. It is almost too easy." Silas relayed the earlier events of the evening…how all four of his victims, moments before death, had desperately tried to buy back their Godless lives by telling their secret. Each had told Silas the exact same thing-that the keystone was ingeniously hidden at a precise location inside one of Paris's ancient churches—Eglise de Saint-Sulpice. " Inside a House of the Lord," the Teacher exclaimed. "How they mock us!" "As they have for centuries." The Teacher fell silent, as if letting the triumph of this moment settle over him. Finally, he spoke. "You have done a great service to God. We have waited centuries for this. You must retrieve the stone for me. Immediately. Tonight. You understand the stakes." Silas knew the stakes were incalculable, and yet what the Teacher was now commanding seemed impossible. "But the church, it is a fortress. Especially at night. How will I enter?" With the confident tone of man of enormous influence, the Teacher explained what was to be done. When Silas hung up the phone, his skin tingled with anticipation. One hour, he told himself, grateful that the Teacher had given him time to carry out the necessary penance before entering a house of God. I must purge my soul of today's sins. The sins committed today had been Holy in purpose. Acts of war against the enemies of God had been committed for centuries. Forgiveness was assured. Even so, Silas knew, absolution required sacrifice. Pulling his shades, he stripped naked and knelt in the center of his room. Looking down, he examined the spiked cilice belt clamped around his thigh. All true followers of The Way wore this device-a leather strap, studded with sharp metal barbs that cut into the flesh as a perpetual reminder of Christ's suffering. The pain caused by the device also helped counteract the desires of the flesh. Although Silas already had worn his cilice today longer than the requisite two hours, he knew today was no ordinary day. Grasping the buckle, he cinched it one notch tighter, wincing as the barbs dug deeper into his flesh. Exhaling slowly, he savored the cleansing ritual of his pain. Pain is good, Silas whispered, repeating the sacred mantra of Father Josemaria Escriva-the Teacher of all Teachers. Although Escriva had died in 1975, his wisdom lived on, his words still whispered by thousands of faithful servants around the globe as they knelt on the floor and performed the sacred practice known as "corporal mortification." Silas turned his attention now to a heavy knotted rope coiled neatly on the floor beside him. The Discipline. The knots were caked with dried blood. Eager for the purifying effects of his own agony, Silas said a quick prayer. Then, gripping one end of the rope, he closed his eyes and swung it hard over his shoulder, feeling the knots slap against his back. He whipped it over his shoulder again, slashing at his flesh. Again and again, he lashed. Castigo corpus meum.Finally, he felt the blood begin to flow.

Where can I download "The Da Vinci Code" free ebook?

http://letsmakeuhappy.com/other/the_da_vinci_code_e_book.html

In my next post ( tomorrow or the day after) I will tell you what I have found about the symbols, the names and the right way to follow the novel...

Share your comments with me on this book; I welcome your opinions and would be more glad that you could ever imagine! :-)

Let's Pray!

2007-06-22T11:20:00.000+03:30

When you are suffering from an invisible pain...

When you're damaging inside... And you can't find any way for stopping your gradual burning...

When you see everyone so far from you, and see your hands so helpless and get down...

Just close your eyes for a moment!

Life is not that miserable that you may feel now...

It is the playing of your offended mind on your emotions!

Just squeeze your hands on your heart!

And take a deep breath...

Just as I always do...

And ask God to take your hand, show you the way, and take you out of the dungeon of ignorance....

Don't be afraid! The only problem is that you are lost in the proceeding and never-stopping path of life...

Don't feel desperate! Your weak feet may be unable to catch up with the speed of life...

Don't cry! we all sometimes hang!

But give your hands to me... let's make a chain... A chain of desire, of demand.

Let's trust him...

And free ourselves ... hand in hand with the wind... pass through the waves of passing hours...

Will you give me your hand?

No Past, No Future; Live Today, Feel NOW

2007-06-22T10:58:00.000+03:30

Past is non-existential, so is future.

Past is no more, future is not yet,

only the present is.

It is always now_ only the now exists

From "The Little Book of Osho"

Freedom

2007-06-18T11:11:00.000+03:30

People have different understandings,

Different ways of looking at things,

Different interpretations.

And they have to be allowed this freedom.

Freedom is the goal of life.

Without freedom, life has no meaning at all.

By freedom is not meant any political, social or economic freedom.

By freedom is meant

“freedom from time, freedom from mind, freedom from desire”.

From "The Little Book of Osho"

Born to be Happy...

2007-06-10T14:05:00.000+03:30

I hope you are Happy. But, there are many people who aren't. Why?

Happiness is a personal matter, depending greatly on our attitudes and how we look at the events and people in our lives, and how we seek happiness.

Great majority of people throughout the world seek happiness through Wealth, Fame, and Power. While these points help bring comfort and convenience in our lives, but they fail to increase our happiness. We need to change our attitudes in life and to secure happiness through other means. Just how do we change our attitudes, and just how do we find these " other" means?

Taken from: http://www.happinometry.com/

Now... Do you want to know how happy you are???

So, visit the following page and answer the questions. A mail containing the result will be sent to you...

http://www.happinometry.com/pages/appl_table.asp

Wish you all to be the happiest!

Let me know!

2007-06-10T13:48:00.000+03:30

Hello everybody!

I'm back again, but it's for a long time that I haven't had any comment on my posts!!!

I wanted to invite you to read my "Heartwriting" and post a comment for it, cause I really need your helpful words. And it's the latest story of my heart.

So I'm looking forward to reading from you on
http://mitra-salari.blogspot.com/2007/06/hearttwriting.html

Thank you...

:-*

Stay with me

2007-06-04T09:26:00.000+03:30

These days, I would be too busy to create posts constantly. Since the days of exam are coming...

But I have some prepared persian poems which I will post them on my "GREAT EXPECTATIONS"! My other blog: http://ms-luna.blogspot.com

I wish you visit my blog and leave comments for me, whether on a post or on my shoutbox...

Anyway... I love you all and anticipate your visiting... :-*

:)

My Immortal

2007-06-03T17:43:00.000+03:30

I'm so tired of being here

Suppressed by all my childish fears

And if you have to leave

I wish that you would just leave

Cause your presence still lingers here

And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I've held your hand through all of these years

But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me by your resonating light

Now I'm bound by the life you left behind

Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams

Your voice it chased away oh all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

But though you're still with me

I've been alone all along

A Lyric of Evanescence

A Heartwriting!

2007-06-03T17:06:00.000+03:30

Some days ago early in the morning, I just saw a pigeon who was flickering in our corridor. Two windows on the both opposite walls were open, but it was as if his fear and brain storm led to his blindness; so that he couldn’t find his way out!

I was panicked! The scene took my breath away…because I’m simply a superstitious person who counts on the signs, especially those which happen early in the morning! And I saw myself a useless body, unable to do anything…

I just stayed still until the poor pigeon after some painful moments struggling with the walls which maybe he thought to be his eternal cage, found his way at last! I could understand how released he felt after embracing the sky for another time… I knew that day he would obviously comprehend the gift of freedom and would try to appreciate it the best…

I simply envied him!

He found his way out just in some moments, but I really don’t know how long it is that I am imprisoned behind the bars of an unidentified cage. A cage which I even don’t know if it is externally existent or it’s a simple internal illusion.

a watery pigeon in the rose's prison!

It’s for a long time that I feel confused and unstable… unstable on my beliefs, behaviors, acts, etc. I feel as if I have lost my path! …My path? Oh! Actually I have no destination to have a single and distinct path…

I’m so tired and exhausted… and I don’t know why…
I don’t know when it did start; I can’t recognize! Whenever I examined my previous diaries, I just couldn’t find out the real moment of transforming into a prisoner!

I’m so alone and … in my desert of loneliness, there are no tears left in my eyes to help me mourning!

That’s why this land is the confusion of a prisoner’s world!

Lots of the time I tried to sit down and face the problem and solve it forever, but my tired mind doesn’t let me go on…

I have passed days of depression, days of hopelessness, and days of complete darkness… my problem maybe is due to my stream of consciousness, which blames me for a lost self definition …
Maybe living in unconsciousness provides a better life with more taste of joy!

Anyway… as the last words, I just want to say that about four years ago I believed that our spirits experience their limbo, paradise or hell in this world; and it is not the matter of postponing to the other world!

I believed that any new born child has his own level of spirit! A level which is going to progress during the stages of life and at last reaches the level of perfection, the level of all the good and appreciated qualities, namely, GOD…
In those years, through my innocent and honest eyes, I could see whether I am advancing or not, and could feel my progression in my delightful life. But during these years I guess my spirit level has regressed a lot…because my life has no quality of paradise or something like that!

I don’t know whether they call it depression or whatever! But, all I can do is to envy that pigeon again…because of his re-found freedom, his infinite blue sky, and his two wings which let him fly and run away to wherever he wishes…

Joy in Pain

2007-05-25T12:11:00.000+03:30

Joy is something spiritual;

It does not come from your body.

One can be joyous even when the body is ill,

One can rejoice even while dying. Joy is something inner.

Pain and pleasure are both body-oriented;

joy is being-oriented.

From "The Little Book of Osho"

The gift of sadness

2007-05-25T11:57:00.000+03:30

Life is a very mysterious phenomenon,

Where laughter is a part and where tears also are a part.

Once in a while to be sad, really sad, is not bad.

Sadness has its own beauty.

You have just to learn to enjoy the beauty of sadness,

Its silence,

Its depth.

From "The Little Book of Osho"

The Mystery of Death

2007-05-18T19:51:00.000+03:30

The sunset of your eyes; I always thought, I will never bear them...

I knew that it would be intolerable...

How can I imagine the loss of your touching ...

How would I bear the loss of your presence...

I miss the voice of your breaths,

I miss the smell of your being,

but you are forever gone...

How could you leave us alone?

Where are you sleeping now? Are you closing your stubborn eyes which no one knew how they opened twice before your burial?

You were hopeful until the last moment, you didn't want to let go...

But how cruel it was! Death... as a cancer...

Oh! my God... we need your help, and your patience

Death smells with its mysterious darkness! I'm afraid... I can't understand...

I believe in the ghosts, but I can't make sense how that body became ghostless in a glance!

Oh God! How can I say that you forbid one's death, while it's a fact! a bitter fact that I can never make sense of!

It's too near and too far at the same time... I can feel it around...

And I'm too mixed up to think of an end...

The understudy

2007-05-17T08:39:00.000+03:30

"The show must go on", said the director when the star dropped dead moments before act one.

The star, not the understudy,would play the corpse tonight.

The understudy changed quickly. His performance was inspired. The star was flawless in his final role.

The understudy, fingering the syringe in his pocket, bowed t thunderous applause.

Sherree Pellemier

"The World's Shortest Stories" by Steve Moss

The Land of Discovery

2007-05-17T08:13:00.000+03:30

Man is a little strange;

He goes on exploring the Himalyas,

he goes on exploring the pacific,

he goes on reaching for the moon and Mars;

there is just one thing he never tries_

exploring his inner being

From"The Little Book of Osho"

10 commands!

2007-05-17T07:38:00.000+03:30

Just a few instructions for peace life, mind

1. Don't judge people by their relatives, or by the life they were born into.

2.Teach yourself to speak slowly, but think quickly.

3. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile.

4. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in our voice.

5. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.

6. Don't just listen to what someone is saying. Listen to why they are singing it.

7. Be gentle with the earh.

8.Pray or meditate. There's immeasurable power in it.

9. If you make a lot of money, put it to use helping others while you are living. It's wealth's greatest satisfaction.

10. When you say, "'m sorry" look the person in the eye.

taken from "Teenagers" magazine, volume22

Refreshing the soul!

2007-05-08T22:34:00.000+03:30

Be strong enough to face the world each day.

Be weak enough to know you cannot do everything.

Be generous to those who need your help.

Be frugal of what you need yourself.

Be wise enough to know that you do not know everything.

Be wise enough to believe in your capabilities.

Be willing to share your joys.

Be willing to share the sorrows of others.

Be a leader when you see a path others have missed.

Be a follower when you are uncertain.

Be the first to congratulate an opponent who succeeds.

Be the last who criticize a colleague who fails.

Be sure where your next step will fall so that you will not stumble.

Be sure of your final destination in case you are going the wrong way.

Be loving to those who love you.

Be loving to those who do not love you.

And above all, BE YOURSELF!

(From VIVA, volume 2, August 2005)

Tempted emotions

2007-04-28T23:44:00.000+03:30

The trees of the latter spring,

In the embrace of the sky 'r dancing,

And the clouds, like the sky's silky white gown,

To the paradise lost are inviting...

The color of life...

The color of being...

O' Luna for her secrets bears no more keeping...!

Here is your paradise, here is your book of life,

Where you and I will be forevermore...

Copyright, Protection or Limitation

2007-04-26T12:45:00.000+03:30

Copyright, Protection or Limitation

According to the definition provided in wikipedia: “Copyright is a set of exclusive rights regulating the use of a particular expression of an idea or information. At its most general, it is literally "the right to copy" an original creation.” (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Copyright)

There are different approaches to the issue of copyright law; some opponents seek to emphasize on the economic side and point out that the permission of copying, make the products more available and affordable, while some proponents strongly defend their stands to reserve the creators’ territory of belonging and their both material and moral rights.

The first group’s idea is not persuasive enough to permit the violation of the copyright law, whether internal or external. Pirating, in fact a kind of larceny, can not be justified by any means. And even, there are restricted rules for violators of this law in most of the countries. But in Iran it is a different case.

Although some of the famous and great companies in Iran managed to stabilize the copyright law for their products, but the violations can apparently be seen in a wide range and actually there is no firm attitude to this problem. This inconvenience appears mostly in the field of cinema, music and computer CDs rather than written products. (However plagiarism is nothing but an offensive violation of the moral rights of the copyright law, and can not be ignored.)

“Copyright can safeguard Iranian artists' rights”
(http://www.iranmania.com/News/ArticleView/Default.asp?ArchiveNews=Yes&NewsCode=49870&NewsKind=CurrentAffairs)
Amongst all the titles found for the copyright issue this eye-catching one immediately reminds the crowded streets and squares of Tehran which are filled with people who sell the pirated movies on screen, or yet not on screen even!

Since Iran is not a member of WTO (World Trade Organization), there is no official copyright relation. Hence whatever enacted law of copyright can not be generated to the other countries, and vise versa. As a result of a search in wikipedia, one of the “examples of some pirated items in Iran [is] the Microsoft Windows CD [with] a price tag of roughly $US 2.5 on it” (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iran_and_copyright_issues) , while the same product with copyright, and no doubt with better quality, possibilities and worthy guarantee costs two dozen dollars more. There are also examples for Iranian’s pirated products, like the composed and sung music, which the composer or singer's neither moral nor material rights are reserved.

But as long as there are customers who buy the pirated products, especially those which are produced inside Iran, and there is no effective and decisive law against these obvious violations, there is no hope to improve the situation. The number of companies which are going broke will increase; since their source of income is supposed to be the amount of customer’s welcome and none of the paid money on their products have actually put in their pockets! So the quality of the products will decrease, while the price of them will increase to compensate for the deficit of direct customers; this is the effect of copyright law violations.
Do some probable temporary benefits, and one sided justifications, worth long-time destructive cultural and economical effects?

How to add music to your blog

2007-04-26T11:35:00.000+03:30

If you want to add a music on your blog, in order to fascinate your readers, first you must know that you can't upload any type of music (mp3, wav, ...) and from any source (you computer for example!).

So, try to find a MIDI music on a site, because you must paste the URL of your favorite music into the code below:

( the address of your music must be placed in the exact space provided in the code. So first replace your code, then upload it to your blog):

You can find nice midi music here:
http://www.d21c.com/BeautifulTonight

:-)

Instructions on blogging

2007-04-23T01:53:00.000+03:30

Well, bloggers: here I am to share my experience (based on the experiments that I have carried out) on blogging with you dears.

First of all, before I start instructing, I must apologize in advance for my experimental information which is not that professional and perfect. Of course I will try my best to transfer as much as I know and avoid any vague descriptions in order to facilitate the steps of your progress.

But as the first approach to your weblogs (that are supposed to be made by going through three steps of signing up) it’s good to have a general idea of “what elements are in your domain”, and “what capabilities does it provide for you to share you stuffs in the best way”.

So, let’s have a general look on your account:

Step1:

When you sign in to your blogger account for the first time, you enter a page, called DASHBOARD. This page lets you have your different blogs’ names and the ability to manage their posts, settings and layouts. (For example I have two blogs on blogspot:
http://mitra-salari.blogspot.com/ and http://ms-luna.blogspot.com/ . When I sign in my blogger account, I see the name of both of these blogs, the number of my posts on them and if there is any new comment on them...) Of course you can have more than two blogs on blogspot and their names are non private, meaning that they’re also shown in your PROFILE, for the visitors of your blog.)

Step2:

Now after clicking on your blog’s name, you will enter your domain that consists of three main tabs on top of the page: Post, Setting, and Template. Each of these tabs has other possibilities that I am going to discuss about them:
* Of course, there are just some very important tabs that actually you'll work with them more than the others. So I elaborated on the most important ones rather than (somehow) unnecessary tabs. Create a new post and moderate comments on the post tab, comments on the setting tab, add a new page element and fonts and colors on the template tab are those most important ones. (read them first!)

I. POST TAB

How to create a post?

A. Create (a new post):
Well… there are lots of possibilities here! Look at the tabs. If you just stop your mouse on them for 2 seconds their task would be shown. There’s nothing unusual, it’s exactly like the Microsoft word, but for add image tab. clicking on add image, a pop up window will be shown; it has two parts:
1. the source of your image:
It can be from your computer. Or it can be an unsaved image from the web.

How can you put the URL of an image?

For placing the URL, you just need to right click on your image, and choose properties from the opened menu, copy the URL of the image and paste it in the provided bar in blogger upload images.
You can upload 5 images for each of the sources at the same time ( but with the same layout)

2. the shape for uploading your image:
It is obvious. Isn't it?

Now, look at the other tabs: there is a preview button that lets you preview your post before sending it, and edit it where necessary instantly by clicking hide preview.

Also, there are two buttons above preview: Edit Html, and Compose. In normal occasions you must write under Composition, unless you want to add/remove or change the Html language in some special cases.

Under the space, provided for your post, you can see post options. Clicking on it, you will see that it has options on reader comments (the default is “allow”. remember not to choose don’t allow if you really don’t mean it!) and your post’s time.

Furthermore, there is a label bar. In order to organize your posts and have an archive of the same subjects in your blog, it’s better to label each of your posts. (For example, in my blog I have labels of ‘my poetry’, ‘my favorite’, ‘my gallery’, and etc.)

After all,you have two choices to save your changes:
Save as a draft; which saves your writing as a hidden post in your account. And Publish.

B. Edit posts:
whenever you want to change your posts, or publish your saved drafts, you must go to this tab.

C. Moderate comments:
If on the setting (comments) you have enabled comment moderation, you will be able to manage your comments before publishing them. And you may even reject an unwanted comment.

II. SETTING TAB
A. Basic

here you have the chance to change your blog's title and description.

It's also a good idea to say yes to "Show Quick Editing on your Blog". It helps you a lot in editing your posts on your blog's page , while you're already signed in.

B. Publishing

Here you can change your blog address!

C. Formatting

Just take a look, it's very easy!

How to change your comments mode?

D. Comments

It is highly recommended to choose anyone for "who can comment?". But in order to prevent any probable offensive or annoying comment, enable "comment moderation" by choosing the 'YES' option. In this way, the comments would not be shown, until you allow them to be published, and you may even reject them.

E. Archiving

Here you have the frequency of archiving your posts, and enabling each of your posts an individual page; it's good to choose yes, so you can make links to your most favorite old posts.

F. Site feed

If you don't wan't your posts to be shown properly, but just expose the first paragraph, you may choose short feeds. and in the feed item footer, write a message for your readers to continue reading.

G. Email

You can change your email address that you have written for recieving your new posts from blogger. ( remember, it's not your username!)

H. permissions

Here you may add more authors to your blog, and restrict the number of your blog's visitors.

III. TEMPLATE TAB

How to add a page element?

A. Add a page element:

In this page, a wholestic map of your blog is given. There are some separate small semi-page elements, and they have EDIT buttons at the bottom of each of them.

Your blog posts are approximately in the middle, your blog's title is on the top and the other page elements, are whether in right or left, and at the bottom. There is a possibility that lets you drag and drop your page elements, move them upwards and downwards, and rearrange them simply.

Now just click on "add a new page element" in the side bar. A pop-up window is shown. There are different options for you to add to your blog: any picture ( from your computer or as a URL) , your profile (ABOUT ME), your list of favorite links, any HTML/JAVA code ( for example the Html code of a clock, a glittery picture, a midi music and etc.)

Just give the simple elements a try! It would be enjoyable. Don't just get nervous if something is wrong! By clicking on the EDIT button at the bottom of your new added elements, you can change it or remove that page element easily.

Also remember that by dragging and dropping you can rearrange your blog's elements, and after that you must click the save button on the right, top side of the page in order to view your blog with the changes done.

B.Fonts and colors:

Here you can change and edit the fonts and colors of different parts of your blog, whether for the sidebar, the header, the title, your posts, and etc.

Enjoy the decoration and mixture of your colors in your domain!

C. Edit Html:

Try not to change the HTML of your template, unless you are sure of what you are doing! Remeber, not to save changes unless you have previewed your changes first in a new window and see whether your edits work or not; then apply it to your blog and click save.

D. Pick up a new template:

If you change your template after a while, ( while you have added lots of page elements on it), don't feel sorry! Your page elements (in add a new page element) will stand right on their places. The only change happens to your edits on the HTml itself.

Well... for the time being, I guess it can suffice for the new commers!

Of course I will post more, on your probable questions; also HTMLs and JAVAs that you can apply to your blogs for better shapes.

Any way, wish it could be satisfying for you readers :-)

Invitation for visitors!

2007-04-22T04:13:00.000+03:30

well... actually if I didn't show up during this week, it was due to my work on my other blog; the blog that I'm going to invite you to visit ...

It's private ;) , romantic and different...

http://ms-luna.blogspot.com

You would honor me with your visiting and leaving comments...

Thank you in advance!

P.S: By the way, this blog is going to stay in its place! but in a more official manner.