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  • Mahir 9:39 pm on July 30, 2015 Permalink |
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    How mentally strong people use solitude 

    1. Learn how to appreciate silence.

    It’s as simple as turning off the outside noise, namely electronics. “Today’s digital world means we have the opportunity to be constantly surrounded by noise,” Morin said. “Our electronics help us stay constantly connected, and it often takes extra effort to find a few quiet minutes each day.”
    Once you’re comfortable in a completely silent environment, you can begin using it to your advantage.

    2. Take a few minutes every day to be alone with your thoughts.

    “For many , slowing down seems like a waste of time,” she said. “But our brains need a chance to process what’s going on around us.”
    All it takes is finding 10 minutes each day to allow your brain to relax and process the day, Morin said. With time, you likely won’t feel that you’re being unproductive.

    3. Schedule a date with yourself at least once a month.

    Why not use your alone time to do something you love? “Time alone doesn’t have to be lonely,” she said. “It could be the key to getting to know yourself better.”
    Make a reservation for one at your favorite restaurant, or go on a hike. “Just be sure to silence your phone and treat yourself with the same respect you’d give someone else,” she said.

    4. Learn how to meditate to quiet your mind.

    Meditation benefits your body and your mind, Morin said. Learning to meditate intensely can take time, but she offers a simple, three-step beginners guide in her book:

    1. Sit in a relaxed and comfortable position that allows you to keep your spine straight.
    2. Focus on taking deep, slow breaths, and “really feel your breath as you inhale and exhale.”
    3. Return consciousness to your breath because “your mind will wander and thoughts will enter your mind.”

    5. Practice mindfulness skills to focus on one task at a time.

    “The more you practice, the more you’ll become fully aware, and fully awake, throughout all your daily activities,” Morin writes. It takes practice to focus on activities as simple as eating or brushing your teeth.
    But we need to take a step back and refocus our attention spans. “Eventually, you can learn to train your mind to stop replaying what you did yesterday or worrying about what you need to get done tomorrow,” she said.

    6. Start a journal to sort out your emotions.

    A daily journal can help you interpret your emotions and identify and manage your stress, Morin said. Basically, it’s a chance to vent on paper, rather than to a family member or friend.
    Just a few sentences each day about what you did or how you’re feeling can help you stay on track, and it “often promotes healing, sparks creativity, and strengthens your resolve to reach your goals,” she said.

    7. Reflect on your progress and goals daily.

    “Long-term goals require you to have healthy habits that you practice on a daily basis,” Morin said. And “reflecting on your goals every day can help remind you of why you want to reach them.”
    In addition to evaluating what is going well and what needs improvement, this can also be a great time to set new goals for the future.

     
    • Mahir 6:55 pm on July 18, 2015 Permalink |  

      An Eye in the Sparkle 

      An Eye in the Sparkle.

      An Eye in the Sparkle. Drawn by Mahir Sayar Txaqo. © Mahirsayar.com
      An Eye in the Sparkle. Drawn by Mahir Sayar Txaqo. © Mahirsayar.com

       
      • Mahir 1:36 am on July 17, 2015 Permalink |
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        13 things mentally strong people don't do 

         

         
        • Mahir 1:06 am on July 9, 2015 Permalink |
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          A dark in the light 

          A dark in the light painting mahir sayar txaqo puccaso
           
          • Mahir 7:52 pm on July 7, 2015 Permalink |  

            Nathalie Fust 

            Nathalie Fust

             
             

            Drawn by Mahir Sayar. © Mahirsayar.com

            Hand drawn picture of Nathalie Fust

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            • Mahir 5:36 pm on July 7, 2015 Permalink |
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              HAYKIR! ÇERKES'İM DE! 

              HAYKIR! ÇERKES’İM DE!

               
              Her Çerkes’in bu videoyu izlemesini tavsiye ediyoruz . . .Haykır!
              Yok oluşuna inat haykır dünyaya! Ben Çerkes’im diye! . . .
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              • Mahir 5:36 pm on July 7, 2015 Permalink |
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                HAYKIR! ÇERKES'İM DE! 

                HAYKIR! ÇERKES’İM DE!

                 
                Her Çerkes’in bu videoyu izlemesini tavsiye ediyoruz . . .Haykır!
                Yok oluşuna inat haykır dünyaya! Ben Çerkes’im diye! . . .
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                • Mahir 11:04 pm on July 6, 2015 Permalink |
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                  Confession of an Economic Hitman by John Perkins

                   
                  Economic hit men (EHMs) are highly paid professionals who cheat countries around the globe out of trillions of dollars. They funnel money from the World Bank, the U.S. Agency for International Development ( USAID), and other foreign “aid” organizations into the coffers of huge corporations and the pockets of a few wealthy families who control the planet’s natural resources. Their tools since fraudulent financial reports rigged elections, pay() s, extortion, sex, and murder. They play a game as old as empire, but one that has taken on new and terrifying dimensions during this time of globalization. I should know; I was an EHM.
                  I wrote that in 1982, as the beginning of a book with the working title, Conscience of an Economic Hit Man. The book was dedicated to the presidents of two countries, men who had been my clients, whom I respected and thought of as kindred spirits — Jaime Roldos, president of Ecuador, and Omar Torrijos, president of Panama. Both had just died in fiery crashes. Their deaths were not accidental. They were assassinated because they opposed that fraternity of corporate, government, and banking heads whose goal is a global empire. We EHMs failed to bring Roldos and Torrijos around, and the other type of hit men, the CIA-sanctioned jackals who were always right behind us, stepped in.
                  I was persuaded to stop writing that book. I started it four more times during the next twenty years. On each occasion, my decision to begin again was influenced by current world events: the U.S. invasion of Panama in 1989, the first Gulf War, Somalia, the rise of Osama bin Laden. However, threats or bribes always convinced me to stop.
                  In 2003, the president of a major publishing house that is owned by a powerful international corporation read a draft of what had now become Confessions of an Economic Hit Man. He described it viii Confessions of an Economic Hit Man as “a riveting story that needs to be told.” Then he smiled sadly, shook his head, and told me that since the executives at world headquarters might object, he could not afford to risk publishing it. He advised me to fictionalize it. “We could market you in the mould of a novelist like John Le Carre or Graham Greene .”
                  But this is not fiction. It is the true story of my life. A more courageous publisher, one not owned by an international corporation, has agreed to help me tell it.


                  This story must be told. We live in a time of terrible crisis — and tremendous opportunity. The story of this particular economic hit man is the story of how we got to where we are and why we currently face crises that seem insurmountable. This story must be told because only by understanding our past mistakes will we be able to take advantage of future opportunities ; because 9/11 happened and so did the second war in Iraq; because in addition to the three thousand people who died on September 11, 2001, at the hands of terrorists, another twenty-four thousand died from hunger and related causes. In fact, twenty-four thousand people die every single day because they are unable to obtain life-sustaining food. I Most importantly, this story must be told because today, for the first time in history, one nation has the ability, the money, and the power to change all this. It is the nation where I was born and the one I serve d as an EHM: the United States of America.
                  What finally convinced me to ignore the threats and bribes?
                  The short answer is that my only child, Jessica, graduated from college and went out into the world on her own. When I recently told her that I was considering publishing this book and shared my fears with her, she said, “Don’t worry, dad. If they get you, I’ll take over where you left off. We need to do this for the grandchildren I hope to give you someday!” That is the short answer.


                  The longer version relates to my dedication to the country where I was raised, to my love of the ideas expressed by our Founding Fathers, to my deep commitment to the American republic that today promises “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness” for all people, everywhere, and to my determination after 9/11 not to sit idly by any longer while EHMs turn that republic into a global empire . That is the skeleton version of the long answer; the flesh and blood are added in the chapters that follow. This is a true story. I loved every minute of it. The sights, the people, the conversations, and the feelings I describe were all a part of my life. It is my personal story, and yet it happened within the larger context of world events that have shaped our history, have brought us to where we are today, and form the foundation of our children’s futures. I have made every effort to present these experiences, people, and conversations accurately. Whenever I discuss historical event s or re-create conversations with other people, I do so with the help of several tools: published documents; personal records and notes; recollections — my own and those of others who participated ; the five manuscripts I began previously ; and historical accounts by other authors, most notably recently published ones that disclose information that formerly was classified or otherwise unavailable . References are provided in the endnotes, to allow interested readers to pursue these subjects in more depth. In some cases, I combine several d’ggues I had with a person into one conversation to facilitate the flow o the narrative.


                  My publisher asked whether we actually referred to ourselves as economic hit men. I assured him that we did, although usually only by the initials. In fact, on the day in 1971 when I began working with my teacher Claudine, she informed me, “My assignment is to mould you into an economic hit man. No one can know about your involvement — not even your wife?’ Then she turned serious. “Once you’re in, you’re in for life .”
                  Claudine’s role is a fascinating example of the manipulation that underlies the business I had entered. Beautiful and intelligent, she was highly effective; she understood my weaknesses and used them to her greatest advantage. Her job and the way she executed it exemplify the subtlety of the people behind this system .
                  Claudine pulled no punches when describing what I would be called upon to do. My job, she said, was “to encourage world leaders to become part of a vast network that promotes U .S. commercial interests. In the end, those leaders become ensnared in a web of debt that ensures their loyalty. We can draw on them whenever we desire — to satisfy our political, economic, or military needs. In turn, they bolster their political positions by bringing industrial parks, power plants, and airports to their people. The owners of U.S. engineering/construction companies become fabulously wealthy .”
                  Today we see the results of this system run amok. Executives at our most respected companies hire people at near-slave wages t o x Confessions of an Economic Hit Man Preface xi toil under inhuman conditions in Asian sweatshops. Oil companies wantonly pump toxins into rain forest rivers, consciously killing people, animals, and plants, and committing genocide among ancient cultures. The pharmaceutical industry denies lifesaving medicines to millions of HIV-infected Africans. Twelve million families in our own worry about their next meal . 2 The energy industry creates an Enron. The accounting industry creates an Andersen. The income ratio of the one-fifth of the world’s population in the wealthiest countries to the one-fifth in the poorest went from 30 to 1 in 1960 to 74 to 1 in 1995. 3 The United States spends over $87 billion conducting a war in Iraq while the United Nations estimate s that for less than half that amount we could provide clean water, adequate diets, sanitation services, and basic education to every person on the planet. 4 And we wonder why terrorists attack us?


                  Some would blame our current problems on an organized conspiracy. I wish it were so simple. Members of a conspiracy can be rooted out and brought to justice. This system, however, is fueled by something far more dangerous than a conspiracy. It is driven not by a small band of men but by a concept that has become accepted as gospel: the idea that all economic growth benefits humankind and that the greater the growth, the more widespread the benefits. This belief also has a corollary: that those people who excel at stoking the fires of economic growth should be exalted and rewarded, while those born at the fringes are available for exploitation.
                  The concept is, of course, erroneous. We know that in many countries economic growth benefits only a small portion of the population and may, in fact, result in increasingly desperate circumstance s for the majority. This effect is reinforced by the corollary belief that the captains of industry who drive this system should enjoy a special status, a belief that is the root of many of our current problems and is perhaps also the reason why conspiracy theories abound. When men and women are rewarded for greed, greed becomes a corrupting motivator. When we equate the gluttonous consumption of the earth’s resources with a status approaching sainthood, when we teach our children to emulate people who live unbalanced lives, and when we define huge sections of the population as subservient to an elite minority, we ask for trouble. And we get it.
                  In their drive to advance the global empire, corporations, banks, and governments (collectively the corporatocracy) use their financial and political muscle to ensure that our schools, businesses, and media support both the fallacious concept and its corollary. They have brought us to a point where our global culture is a monstrous machine that requires exponentially increasing amounts of fuel and maintenance, so much so that in the end it will have to consume d everything in sight and will be left with no choice but to devour itself.
                  The corporatocracy is not a conspiracy, but its members do endorse common values and goals. One of the corporatocracy’s most important functions is to perpetuate and continually expand and strengthen the system. The lives of those who “make it,” and their accoutrements — their mansions, yachts, and private jets — are presented as models to inspire us all to consume, consume, consume. Every opportunity is taken to convince us that purchasing things is our civic duty, that pillaging the earth is good for the economy and, therefore, serves our higher interests. People like me are paid outrageously high salaries to do the system’s bidding. If we falter, a more malicious form of a hit man, the jackal, steps to the plate. And if the jackal fails, then the job falls to the military.
                  This book is the confession of a man who, back when I was an EHM, was part of a relatively small group. People who play similar roles are more abundant now. They have more euphemistic titles, and they walk the corridors of Monsanto, General Electric, Nike, General Motors, Wal-Mart, and nearly every other major corporation in the world. In a very real sense, Confessions of an Economic Hit Man is their story as well as mine.
                  It is your story too, the story of your world and mine, of the first truly global empire. History tells us that unless we modify this story, it is guaranteed to end tragically. Empires never last. Every one of them has failed terribly. They destroy many cultures as they race towar d greater domination, and then they themselves fall. No country or combination of countries can thrive in the long term by exploiting others.


                  This book was written so that we may take heed and remould our story. I am certain that when enough of us become aware of how we are being exploited by the economic engine that creates an insatiable appetite for the world’s resources and results in systems that foster slavery, we will no longer tolerate it. We will reassess our role in a world where a few swims in riches and the majority drown in poverty, pollution, and violence. We will commit ourselves to navigate a xii Confessions of an Economic Hit Man Preface xiii course toward compassion, democracy, and social justice for all.
                  Admitting to a problem is the first step toward finding a solution. Confessing a sin is the beginning of redemption. Let this book, then, be the start of our salvation. Let it inspire us to new levels of dedication and drive us to realize our dream of balanced and honourable societies. .;. Without the many people whose lives I shared and who are described in the following pages, this book would not have been written. I am grateful for the experiences and the lessons.
                  Beyond them, I thank the people who encouraged me to go out on a limb and tell my story : Stephan Rechtschaffen, Bill and Lynne Twist, Ann Kemp, Art Roffey, so many of the people who participated in Dream Change trips and workshops, especially my co-facilitators, Eve Bruce, Lyn Roberts-Herrick, and Mary Tendall, and my incredible wife and partner of twenty-five years, Winifred, and our daughter Jessica .
                  I am grateful to the many men and women who provided personal insights and information about the multinational banks, international corporations, and political innuendos of various countries, with special thanks to Michael Ben-Eli, Sabrina Bologna, Jua n Gabriel Carrasco, Jamie Grant, Paul Shaw, and several others, who wish to remain anonymous but who know who you are .
                  Once the manuscript was written, Berrett-Koehler founder Steven Piersanti not only had the courage to take me in but also devote d endless hours as a brilliant editor, helping me to frame and reframe the hook. My deepest thanks go to Steven, to Richard Perl, who introduced me to him, and also to Nova Brown, Randi Fiat, Allen Jones, Chris Lee, Jennifer Liss, Laurie Pellouchoud, and Jenny Williams, who read and critiqued the manuscript ; to David Korten, who not only read and critiqued it but also made me jump through hoops to satisfy his high and excellent standards; to Paul Fedorko, my agent ; to Valerie Brewster for crafting the book design ; and to Todd Manza, my copy editor, a wordsmith and philosopher extraordinaire .
                  A special word of gratitude to Jeevan Sivasubramanian, Berrett – Koehler’s managing editor, and to Ken Lupoff, Rick Wilson, Maria Jesus Aguilo, Pat Anderson, Marina Cook, Michael Crowley, Robin Donovan, Kristen Frantz, Tiffany Lee, Catherine Lengronne, Diann e Platner — all the BK staff who recognize the need to raise consciousness and who work tirelessly to make this world a better place .
                  I must thank all those men and women who worked with me at MAIN and were unaware of the roles they played in helping EHM shape the global empire; I especially thank the ones who worked for me and with whom I travelled to distant lands and shared so many precious moments. Also, Ehud Sperling and his staff at Inner Traditions International, publisher of my earlier books on indigenous cultures and shamanism, and good friends who set me on this path as an author.
                  I am eternally grateful to the men and women who took me into their homes in the jungles, deserts, and mountains, in the cardboard shacks along the canals of Jakarta, and in the slums of countless cities are und the world, who shared their food and their lives with me and who have been my greatest source of inspiration . John Perkins August 2004
                   
                   

                   
                  • Mahir 10:37 pm on July 5, 2015 Permalink |
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                    Andalusian Muwashah – Ayuha as-Saqi – موشح أيها الساقي 

                    This is an Andalusian Muwashah written by Ibn Zuhr. Here it is performed by Lebanese singer Fadia Tunb Al-Haj.

                    (Ayuha as-Saqi) Oh bearer of the cup,
                    Our laments are for your ears,
                    We called you, but you hear us not.

                    Many a drinking companion
                    have I loved for his friendly face.
                    And from his hands I drank #wine!
                    When he awoke from his drunkenness,
                    he drew the wines kin to him and sat up!
                    Four time he served the wine to me, from four goblets.

                    (Ayuha as-Saqi) Oh bearer of the cup,
                    Our laments are for your ears,
                    We called you, but you hear us not.

                    The branch of a willow bent down;
                    One who loved the twig, died of his passion.
                    Trembling in his heart; weakened in his strength.
                    When he thought of separation, he wept.
                    Mourn for him who wept for,
                    Something which happened not.

                    (Ayuha as-Saqi) Oh bearer of the cup,
                    Our laments are for your ears,
                    We called you, but you hear us not.
                    Why did my eye go blind at a glance?
                    By your side, it denies the light of the moon.
                    If you so desire, listen to my tale:
                    My eyes went blind, because they wept too long.
                    A part of me wept with me,
                    About another.

                    (Ayuha as-Saqi) Oh bearer of the cup,
                    Our laments are for your ears,
                    We called you, but you hear us not.
                    I possess neither patience nor endurance!
                    Why do they accuse me so much?
                    They reject the complaint under which I suffer.
                    My condition is lamentable: the weakness of despair and humiliation of passion!

                    (Ayuha as-Saqi) Oh bearer of the cup,
                    Our laments are for your ears,
                    We called you, but you hear us not.
                    A burning heart and flowing tears,
                    Confess to an error but are not accepted.
                    Oh wash away what I describe to you.
                    My love for you has grown and grown.
                    Do not say: I want your love

                    موشح “أيها الساقي” لابن زهر، بصوت المطربة اللبنانية فادية طنب الحاج.

                    أيها الساقي إليكَ المشتكَى
                    قد دعوناك وان لم تسمعِ
                    ونديمٍ همتُ في غُـرّتِهِ
                    وبشرب ِ الراح ِ من راحتِه
                    كلما استيقظ من سُكرَتِهِ
                    جذبَ الزقَّ اليهِ واتـّكا
                    وسقاني أربَعـًا في أربَع ِ
                    غصنُ بان ٍمالَ من حيثُ النوى
                    ماتَ من يهواه من فرط ِالجوى
                    خَفِقُ الأحشاء ِ مرهونُ القوى
                    كلما فكـر في البين ِ بكى
                    ويحه يبكي لما لم يقـع ِ
                    مال لعيني عَشِـيَتْ بالنظر ِ
                    أنكرَتْ بعدكَ ضوءَ القمر ِ
                    فإذا ما شئتَ فاسمَعْ خبري
                    دَمِيَتْْ عينايَ من طول ِ البكى
                    وبكى بعضي على بعضي معي
                    غـصـنُ بانٍ مال من حيثُ استوى
                    بات مَنْ يهواه من فـرطِ الـجَوَى
                    خفقُ الأحشاء موهونُ القُوى
                    كلـما فكـّر في البـيـن ِ بكى
                    ويحه يبكي لـِمَا لم يـَقـَعِ
                    ليس لي صبـرٌ ولا لي جَلَـدُ
                    يالـقومي عذلوا واجتهدوا
                    أنكروا شكوايَ ممّا أجـِدُ
                    مثلُ حالي حقـُّها أنْ تشـتـكـي
                    كـمدَ اليأس ِ وذُلَّ الطَـمَعِ
                    كبـدِي حرّى ودمعي يكـِفُ
                    تعرفُ الذنبَ ولا تعتـرِفُ
                    أيـها المعرِضُ عما أصِـفُ
                    قد نما حُبـِّي بقلبي وزكا
                    لا تـخـلْ في الحبِّ إنـّي مدَّعِـي

                     
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