Monday, April 26, 2010

My moment precious

MY MOMENT PRECIOUS

Let go of the rains on your face,
and embrace your smile with grace
Look at your moment brightly;
there’s no scratch on your heart
Bloom like an ocean-big flower;
I love you my moment full of power
I’m blessed to be a part of you;
I’m with rapt attention your forever you

Precious speed-fast moment quicker then the sea,
and all that there can be,
taking me along on your roam
At the moment,
you’re my inspirational words for this poem
What does it matter if I’ve broken my sword,
and people’s teeth come shining forward;
you’re always there with me,
to help me further take away the burden,
and bring out the crystallizing star in me
I enjoy, I cry, I scream, I jump, I dance, I sense,
there’s always something to learn from you
There would be no poem, no smile, no star, no flower, no dance and no chance without you…

--Sharda Sewdien--

Succes is the ability to go from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm. -- Winston Churchill

Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes. -- Mahatma Gandhi

I have not failed 700 times. I have not failed once. I have succeeded in proving that those 700 ways will not work. When I have eliminated the ways that will not work, I will find the way that will work. -- Thomas Edison

Monday, March 29, 2010

Old Surinamese Postage Stamps

I have to admit that a big percentage of my foreign online friends didn't know that a country named 'Suriname' exists, that's why I've decided to write a little bit about Suriname on my blog. Most Dutch and Belgians do know something about Suriname, but more then 90% of my online friends from the other remaining countries thought that I making a joke or that I was asking for their surname.
I had actually planned to start with a brief article about the history of Suriname, but I have to refresh everything again since history hadn't been my favourite subject, and I'm not very far with it yet. I would actually publish this article after my brief article about the history of Suriname.
Some time ago, someone I don't know had send me a message if I could send him a postcard, he said that he was very excited that he came across someone from Suriname, and that he would love to have a stamp from my country, and me saying, "I don't know you, sorry but I don't send postcards to strangers," that is how I came to the idea to scan old Surinamese stamps and publish it on my blog. I think that many philatelists and my faithful blog-readers will be interested in the stamps I've scanned. I myself like the splendour of colours, the art, that piece of history and that illustrated fragment belonging to Suriname on the stamps hugely interesting, even if I'm not a theoretician when it comes to stamps. As a matter of fact, Suriname won in 1973 the 'San Gabriele' for the best stamp-designs on the international market.
This time I don't have a quotation for my blog-readers, but I've translated a spledid poem, I've found it in an old stamp-album, it's a pity that I don't know who the writer is, there's no name on it.


am a great traveller. I've wandered all over the globe, and I've defied all weatherconditions. No fashion of travelling was too much for me: if it was on horse-sleigh, on a horse or on the back of a camel. I've spared no means of transportation on land, at sea or in the air, and I've even dared in a submarine, an air-balloon and a rocket.

I am also the greatest art and portrait-collection on earth. Many heroes and heroines from the mythology are illustrated on me. I also show you all time famous and less famous men of consequence: kings and queens, Pharaohs and presidents, princes and princesses, poets and national heroes, emperors and explorers, sports people and architects, pilots, artists, adventurers, chiefs, inventors, musicians and martyrs, play-writers and novelists, shahs, sultans, saints and fishermen. Even the marvelous figures of the phoenix, the dragon, the unicorn and the centaur are illustrated on me.

I am the biggest museum in the world and at the same time the best miniature encyclopedia. I take you on journeys to municipals, countries and continents, and lead you to the most remote parts of the world. I show you mountains, seas, valleys, oceans, rivers, lakes, waterfalls, thermal springs, harbours, bridges and dams; primitive canoes, ships and modern ocean liners, monuments and statues, castles, cathedrals, churches, mosques, temples and ruins, and also all means of transportation: from cars to Zeppelin, from steamboat to space ship.

I am giving you a description of all sports, and also of many crafts, customs, rituals and ceremonies. Even almost all existing birds, mammals, fishes, fruit and flowers can be found on me.

I am showing you the horrors of war, but also the benefits of peace, the problems caused by emigration, the grief over poverty and the scourge of poverty. I don't tell only fairy-tales and legends of all cultures, but also the adventures of Don Quichot. You can also see the symbols of art and culture on me, the trade, the treasures of the soil, the agriculture, the exchange, the architecture and all other human exertions. I commemorate expeditions and journeys, discoveries and inventions, and all that makes life worthy.

Millions of men, women and children admire me, and me, in all my different forms offer them pleasure, relaxation and distraction.

And still I'm a simple stamp!







I'm not exactly sure how old the oldest stamp is. The last grey-blue stamp all the way at the foot illustrates bauxite exploitation. The American concern "Surinaamse Bauxiet Maatschappij", now known as Suralco (Suriname Aluminium Company) had settled down in Suriname in 1916. This stamp was issued in 1954.

The first stamp all the way up also looks very old. I found a picture of that stamp in an old magazine and it has a postmark with 1942 on it. I also found a Dutch stamp in almost the same design.

So the stamps should be somewhere near the 23 to 68 years old.

Dutch stamp in almost the same design as the Surinamese stamp at the top.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Reach your dreams


picture: Brownsberg (Suriname)

REACH YOUR DREAMS

If you want to reach your dreams,
make your fears kneel down on their knees,
and be the joyous sceptre of them all
The more fears you’ll reign over,
the powerful you’ll get
So don’t be afraid and let them come;
running away from your fears
means wanting to be in tears

If you want to reach your dreams,
turn on your craving reality thought cloud
Make mother Earth with all its glitz and hoary
part of your fish story
and give everyone a piece of your most delicious bread
that will help you far ahead

If you want to reach your dreams,
make your wings strong enough,
and be masterly more then a match
Get on the hop with your wings round after round
like the Earth trains itself
For if your wings are weak,
you can’t fly high,
and your spirit will die

If you want to reach your dreams,
don’t follow the path cause everyone else is on it;
do your marswalk,
and let the voice within your heart speak out loud
till it reaches everyone’s heartsprout
You’ll end up in front of an
excited crowd.

--Sharda Sewdien--


Poetry begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost

Monday, January 25, 2010

The eternal soul



Do you believe that your soul is born together with your materialistic body and that your soul didn’t exist before you were born? Can you see yourself as nothing? Then you’re probably someone that believes that your soul will die after the death of your materialistic body, because our common sense says that everything that has a beginning also has an ending. I don’t think that you believe that you arose from nothing and will disappear into nothing, what’s the use of our life if the final goal is a “nothing”.

The soul goes over to another body with death, in the same way as the embodied soul in this body gradually transits from childhood to youth and old age. A self-realizing soul doesn’t get thrown out off his balance by such a change. (II.13) – A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupāda ( De BHAGVAT – GĪTĀ zoals ze is (Original title: Bhagvat – gītā As It Is))

Our spiritual body is eternal, but our materialistic body is continually liable to change until the soul leaves the body and there comes an end to the materialistic body for a new beginning, a beginning which the materialistic body itself created on grounds of his actions in the materialistic world. A consciousness is created at the moment of death on grounds of his/her positive and/or negative actions in his/her life that plays an important role where the soul will start his new life. According to the Bhagvat-gītā (holy writing of the Hindus) the soul becomes one with God if one is able to think of God at the moment of death, and that will certainly not happen if you didn’t pay much attention to God in your life. We are all here on earth because we hadn’t created that Godly consciousness at the moment of our death in our previous life.

You can form an idea of this process a little bit in this way, Peter (earth) who’s busy swimming in the ocean (God) comes out of it, earth that arose from God. Water-drops (souls) came along with Peter, which are minuscule parts of the ocean. The water-drops are not the ocean, but still they have developed their own identity and personality. The individual soul is inclined to follow its own way according to the Bhagvat- gītā. The water-drops evaporate and land again on Peter with the rain or they land somewhere else (another planet) or again in the ocean where they again become one with God. You could visualize the clouds as the resting place of the souls after death to reincarnate again, but a soul that has created a Godly consciousness at the moment of death will be lead right away to God's sanctuary by angels or you could say God's servants.

Why do we forget our previous lives?
A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupāda gave an answer to this question in a reading held in 1976, and explained that forgetting of the past is a result of changing of circumstances. If we dream we forget what we are in our materialistic world, and when we’re awake we forget our dream, but in both situations we’re the observer, but circumstances change that’s why we forget.

Reincarnation is an explanation why some people are born in a family where there’s a lot of suffering, in some cases the suffering is so severe, and people are born in complete destitution that it’s even impossible for them to think of God, because there’s only room for suffering, while others are born in a family with all luxuries and happiness.

God is also referred to as Holy Father. Would you as a father bring children in this world with the intention of letting one of them live in complete destitution, and let him suffer, while you have all royal luxuries and happiness planned for the other one? A father would explicitly not want something like this, especially not a holy one, otherwise he’s not worth being called a father.

I strongly believe in reincarnation, because I remembered my previous life when I was somewhere between the age of 2 – 3½ years old. My grandmother would baby-sit me in those days when my parents went to work, and I would chatter freely with her about my previous life. She was very old when she extensively raised this subject, so she did forget a lot about what I had told her, “You should have asked me before about this, when my memory was clear,” she said to me. She wanted to record everything I was telling back then, but my cousins had broken grandpa’s recorder.

What she still remembered me telling her was that I lived somewhere in a jungle with my in-laws, my husband and 12 children. My mother-in-law was a slattern, and my father-in-law and my husband worked in the jungle. I also had described how my husband looked, fair and tall, so grandmother had asked me where my husband is, and I had replied that he’s no more. It could have meant that he passed away before I did or that he’s not where I am now.

I still remember the teasing of my cousins in Sarnami (Indian language of the Surinamese Indians) when I had forgotten everything, “How is your “saas” doing?,” and I actually was asking myself what they were teasing me about. Mom was very strict in those days, so I was afraid of asking her what “saas” meant, because I was afraid that she would get very angry if it meant something bad.

I was 10 years old when I came to know that “saas” meant mother-in-law, and it was then that I understood what they were teasing me about. I did know long before, that I had memories of my previous life in this life, but I discovered the meaning of “saas” later on. I had told my story in an Indian language, so that meant that I also had an Indian background in my previous life. Not only had I forgotten those memories of my past life, I also forgot the language that I spoke in my past life.

Granny also told me that I was saying that my parents aren’t my parents, and that I have other parents. Somewhat similar to a documentary I saw some time ago about reincarnation where a boy remembered his past life, and also was saying that his parents aren’t his parents, and that he has other parents. His parents of course had problems with it. I think that back then, my parents also wanted me to forget my past to pursue normally with my new life.

If I would want to know about those missing pieces?
The answer is no, because I don’t see my past as missing pieces, but as a past that I had to let go off. Who I really was or wasn’t doesn’t matter to me, that past has past away. If you look at your own life there are parts of your past that you’ve forgotten, and parts that you still remember, but it’s your present that’s important, and what you make out of it for a better future, “ you are the creator of your own destiny.” Your past really does have influence on what you are now, you’re actually building forward on your past in a spiritual as well as a materialistic way, that’s why it’s important to work on your present for a better future for yourself.

I think that there was something of my past life that I didn’t or couldn’t let go off, or maybe both that caused me to remember my previous life. I think that I got more and more involved in my present life, which is how I began forgetting everything about my past life.

Try to revive old memories out of your own life. Which memories cross your mind? Your first time that you learned to cycle, your first kiss, your first time you went on vacation to some country, your special 15th birthday, these are moments that are very special to you, and that you want to keep in your memory. But there are also moments from the past that stays stuck in your memory, and which had a shocking effect on you, maybe you had some unforgettable accident or maybe you saw something shocking, these are memories that you can’t let go off and stay stuck in your mind. In this way, something very shocking or something very beautiful can stay stuck in your memory in your next life, because we are clinging on that memory, mostly it’s for a short period of time. Memories of our past doesn’t have a negative influence on us, but clinging on to those memories do have a negative influence, because it gets difficult to live in your present moment.

In most cases it’s so that people who remember their previous life had a traumatic death, and mostly those people have a birthmark on the same place of their body where they had a wound in their previous life that lead to their death. I don’t know if a tragic event had taken place in my life. Dad once told me that I was talking about some knife-fight, but it could have been that I as a bystander saw people fighting. Even dad regrets not having recorded what I had told. Anyways, there are no birthmarks on my body.

It’s said that the soul of someone who puts an end to his/her own life with his/her own hands doesn’t get freed and hangs around on earth to complete those years that he had to live in his materialistic body. The soul will suffer in a harsher way then when it was embodied because of the fact that the soul stays in this materialistic world without a body, for example, the soul will feel hunger, but there is no materialistic body to still that hunger.

I think that our lives would look very confusing if we remembered all our lives, we would stay stuck between lives and our past, and see ourselves as someone we are not, and claim our rights of our past lives. Earth would be a mess by the abundance of memories.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

A real laugh

Hmmm...I’ll try to describe the feeling a real laugh has on me. A real laugh is a very special feeling, as if you’ve turned very light and are floating in happiness. You perceive things differently then in normal state, it feels like everything is clear, the green looks greener, everything seems to have been touched by the beauty within your heart.
We all now and then need a real laugh, indeed it’s known to be good for your health, and it works good against the stress.

The gods too are fond of a joke. – Aristotle

I still remember the last time I had really laughed a lot, it was about 4 months ago.
Dad came out of his room and said very seriously, as if he was angry, “There are two clocks here, a “Jan Klaas” and a “van Peterson” clock, and he walked outside. I found it very funny that he had given the clocks a name and the way he said it was also funny. When my younger sister started laughing, I also bursted out in a laugh. “Where are the two clocks, and do they work?”, asked Angie. So I went in the room to look, because mom doesn’t throw her things easily, even if they don’t work, there’s a heart clock in her room that doesn’t work, but still it’s there. Yes indeed, two working table clocks on moms bed, they were lying there as if they were two teddy bears. We laughed our heads off, and my sister Rani came talking on the phone from her room to ask what all the fuss was about, “Nothing”. When mom came along, I asked her laughingly if she had a “Jan Klaas” and a “van Peterson” clock.

Here a funny poem from my friend Betty for all my blogreaders.
Dragon Fly
I dreamed I was in a battle with a dragon fly
Its breath was so annoying
It raised its voice and roared real loud
Like a fire it burned within me
That darn old dragon fly
I tried real hard to beat it
But the smell kept lingering on
I tossed and turned and tried to escape
That darn old dragon fly
I ran so hard it would not leave me
I tried to awake then opened my eyes
To find your face in mine
With your mouth wide opened
I exhaled with a sigh
It was you my butterfly
Bettysrainbow48 (www.originalpoetry.com)

Joke from my online friend Imtiaz for a laugh on your face.
A man was driving when he saw the flash of a traffic camera. He figured that his picture had been taken for exceeding the limit, even though he knew that he was not speeding. Just to be sure, he went around the block and passed the same spot, driving even more slowly, but again the camera flashed. Now he began to think that this was quite funny, so he drove even slower as he passed the area again, but the traffic camera again flashed. He tried a fourth time with the same result. He did this a fifth time and was now laughing when the camera flashed as he rolled past, this time at a snail's pace...
Two weeks later, he got five tickets in the mail for driving without a seat belt.

A lot of road accidents take place in Suriname, especially around New Year, I had lost a neighbour on New Year’s Eve, so I’ll say, drive savely, and keep others out of harm, don’t let it happen that you have to reach home and your destination mutates in God’s house. Seat belts on, and don’t try to get tickets for bad driving behaviour and be carefull with the fireworks. ;)