I defend in any one case because I hold the value of my beliefs, opinions, words, thoughts, possessions, soul, spirit, family, loved ones or anything else that I defend, above the value of those of the other opposing me.

I hold what I value as superior or right or truth to what they value.

I defend because I hold in higher value mine over their's and I want them to know.

I hold what I value above theirs as right.

Even when I defend a loved one, it is because I do not want them hurt--I realise now I must value their health and welfare above the opposition's well-being.

I defend to prove them wrong. It matters to me that they hear me and know I believe or feel otherwise.

I defend because it is important to me to preserve what I am defending.

I hold that what I have is higher value to me, than what theirs is to them, or above their opposition to what I hold, and must be preserved.

Odd, my Teacher. I feel I have no fear of losing what I am and believe....... why why I do this then?

Odd, my Teacher. They have loved ones too, or possessions, that may be taken from them, if I should I press my defense.........why why I do this then?

Odd, my Teacher. Khoda made each and all of us, in divine diversity, and I am not so great as to think me superior.......why why I do this then?

o I am surely lost. Whyever did I do this. I am ashamed of my reasons.

But, you teach me, yet--- yes you do! There is not a right side and a wrong side in this value thing that we keep so close. There is only a........ difference?...... in the value.

I think I will defend no more ever again, now, teacher. Let me weep at my foolishness; such hard lessons you give to me. These are my feelings.

To think of my selfishness, that what I have is more valuable to me than another's is to them! Let me never again assume that what I believe, possess or even love is more valuable or superior than what the other believes, possesses or loves...for surely I err to do so.

I think I will defend no more.

Discriminate hatred is manifested by intense dislike of a single or small number of issues, articles or persons.

It seems to arise for a variety of reasons, highly personal and often crystal, all of which may indicate that the bearer has an intent upon an objective because of being either threatened, insulted, or simply at odds with what is perceived to be right and just to that individual. Thus, the individual bearer may not even be in personal hurt.

Discriminate hatred is directed and focused. I would imagine that feeling threatened serves to fuel discriminate hatred very well, but also objections to anything that keeps one from driving successfully toward goals serves, too. The bearer of discriminate hatred may be sound and congenial to all but the intended recipient of the hatred, and may also be of madness, or of subtle and deadly calculation.

Dreamstrike is a formidable tool with any hatred, but especially so with discriminate hatred.

Understanding coupled with sympathy, compassion or even love is one possible solution to discriminate hatred, and if it is an individual displaying such, there is great hope for being able to reach out to the individual and effect change under the proper circumstances and conditions. Caring and a hearing ear would definately help. Timing would be most everything to the success or failure at attempt to reach, and failure might well lead to an intensification of hatred and vengeance.

Indiscriminate hatred is manifested by intense dislike of a broad number of issues, articles or persons seemingly without relation.

It too arises from a variety reasons, perhaps sometimes inner unhappiness, unfilled expectations, frustration at inability to accomplish one's goals or desires, feelings of injustices done--- and there seems to be associated inner pain and hurt. There is no one individual or circumstance gone wrong to blame; indiscriminate hatred results from a collective build-up of unsatisfactory outcomes.

It is usually unfocussed and not directed at individuals per se, but comes upon any who happen in its way. It is like a container no longer able to contain, overflowed to bursting in any direction. The bearer of indiscriminate hatred is rarely congenial at all, except among close associates, and even then displays bitterness and sarcasm.

Solution is difficult in this kind, for unlike discriminate hatred where one object is in mind, indiscrimimnate hatred has the capacity to ignore all ministrations of help or alleviation of the pain from the many vague reasons within. I imagine protracted compassion and understanding extended to the bearer, coupled with a number of personal successes and achievements for that individual, would help. Persistent loving presence, if only a little bit each day, might also be of help. I am no doctor and do not pretend to be one, Teacher, and this is all I can offer, not really much at all.

In truth, hatred in its swirl of intensity cannot be well broken down or defined as I have done so, Teacher. Its sheer intensity of emotion supersedes reason and definition, perhaps. Fortunately, definition does not have to be given to either see its warning signs, nor to be able to immediately work at removing it with compassion, love and kindness as common solution.

This means that I do not have to be a doctor, and I may even be able to help right now if I see such, Teacher. Just, let me not meddle, I do not want ever to do that, and I risk such even now: for lives are very sensitive and proud when words are heard.

I think I will try.

Thank you teacher, at last you favour me to speak of my heart's desire. Your blessings are rich.

Awbawdee, or more truly transliterated into this tongue perhaps as Abadi, using my alef, was the vision of the Place of Uplift. Its design was to serve as a place where, foremost, healing could come upon a soul.

But it was designed as more than that; it was meant to "uplift" individuals spiritually, mentally and physically, and to solve problems by finding solutions through both inward and outward knowledge. This uplift was never meant to come at detriment or expense to any other aside from the serving healer, if even that.

To the servant at Awbawdee, all life was sacred, its diversity to be celebrated.

Originally, the vision of Awbawdee had no oaths, no pledges, no ranks, no badges, with but understanding as the sincere offer from the heart. The palm tree was symbolic, in that the trunk represented the root of life and the leaves the state of being, or life itself.

The servant healers were to be humble and attentive and selfless, of caring and congenial demeanor. They were not allowed to ask questions of their charges regarding the circumstances of their arrival at Awbawdee, thus preserving both the innocence of the healer and the pride and character of the charge. No secrets as given by the charges were to ever be revealed to others in complete confidentiality and trust, and no charge was ever to be forced to do anything, let alone to return to Awbawdee a second time.

No personal need to visit Awbawdee was ever declined, no matter how small, for smallness or importance was to be determined by the one in need and not the attendant server.

Friendly guidance was supported and supplementary, especially to those who were new or had lost their way.

It was thought that Awbawdee had the innate or divine power associated with it to return its charges to their lives better than when they arrived, in subtle but substantial ways. It was more of a realisation that came upon those who had actually stayed there, than any wanting to go there out of greed to determine whether or not Awbawdee could provide such effect.

Awbawdee was not sanctuary, and was to hold no strategic value of any kind. No protection was offered, and the healers and uplifters served in neutrality to nearly everything but love for life itself. Nothing which demeaned a life, monster to noble, was acceptable at Awbawdee, yet no means of enforcement ever was used. The uplifters there conducted themselves from the heart, in kindness, love, serenity and gentleness, without regard to a life's purpose or actions, only to its being.

Awbawdee was envisioned as a place of great serenity and tranquility in its capacity of Uplift. It was never meant to be of religious persuasion, but instead employed a variety of diverse techniques to effect Uplift in its charges. This is to say that the design of the program to Uplift an individual rested heavily with the charge, him or herself, having come to Awbawdee with such acknowledgement of intent in the first place.

Meditation, prayer, solitude or company were all readily accepted as means to assist Uplift. Communal ritual was not especially favoured, being superseded by strength in sincerity of individual faith and belief to be uplifted.

Awbawdee was not designed as a place of refuge from which to spawn plans designed to reduce life or quality of it; nor to be a ground of iniquity. Only the healers were allowed to stay indefinately.

Meant to sustain itself with only bare minimum, Awbawdee was to be dynamic and unrestrictive in its openness to change, as the world changed around it. Should the need for Awbawdee disappear, then it would be abandoned with joy, knowing that the world had evolved to a higher state in which the uplifting services of Awbawdee were no longer required.

Somewhere in the burning sands under the hot sky lies the Abadi . It is not a place where people go for recreation, but because they have needs...needs of respite from the heat, and a place to drink pure cool water and rest , away from the rugged toil toward their destinations. There, under the palms which rustle in the soft breeze, a few simple adobe huts serve to provide cool lodging for the healers and the needy alike. It is here that souls mend and grow for a time, to be returned once more when ready, to the traveller's course upon the scorching dunes. This then is Oasis .

Will then Teacher educate me yet even a little more afterward? His hard lessons hold for me a secret value, not all found in the superficiality of easy or simplistic grasp, and I am grateful for the time he gives to me. Permit me too, Teacher, that my father in the dreamstate in avatar, finds these words, somehow--from his daughter who loves him so, his warm hands to embrace her steady.

The Parable of the Two Champions

Yeki boud, yeki naboud, Khoda zendigee ra awfarid.....

It was a day of grieving in the land when at last the old king, with no apparent heir, passed on. The dawn of the next brought renewed hope and excitement, however, and the citizens buzzed with anticipation of a new reign. There were foremost, two champions who sought the power of the throne in the kingdom, and these were both of them well known in the realm. These two then vied for the vote of the noblest of the citizenry, as was by previous decree, one against each other.

The first was a forthright speaker and a man of great accomplishments. It was with confidence and righteousness that he assailed his foe, thus, publicly extolling his own virtues while reminding all who listened to him, the errors of his adversary. This was a champion who knew his blade well, and it cut deeply, and he used it often.

Yet his tongue was just as sharp, and he used this to similar effect, nearly as frequently. It was his belief, that might was the strength of a leader, and those who could not contend, should perish in the battle, by sword or by word. It was in this way that he charted his course toward the throne, in victory over all who might defy him.

The second champion was of a different nature, and knew that his chances for the throne grew slimmer with each challenge made upon him by the first. Perhaps what at last saved him from immediate defeat was his own bent armour, which no longer fitted him after a joust; for with the useless fit came desperation to save his claim, and with it, clever intuitiveness. At once this champion began to gather friends, and cultivate seeming good will, and held occasions for the higher citizens of the kingdom, to which he invited all. All, except, of course, his foe, the other champion, who was delicately left from the guest list. After a time, the second champion included lesser nobles as well, gaining in popularity among them too.

This had great effect upon the citizenry, and as more and more were invited to the noble table, these responded to one another with great cordiality and pats upon their backs, feeling included, while the foe grew diminished by simple dismissal and ignoring, his harsh low-brow accusations of quite ill-sounding upon the higher, refined culture.

After a time, then, a good many of those whose vote counted began again to favour the claim of the second champion. He did, afterall, appear to them as one in their interest with congeniality, one who surely did not cut and offend with the harsh cruelty the first did. But gone past them--still covered in the pretense of great caring--was a heart whose means served only the end it desired--the throne--just as with the first champion.

Thus, the kingdom's eligible citizenry at last made its decision on who next to rule them, and you, listener, know who won, do you not?

I tell you this: there is no kingdom which does not have these two champions, and if you find my words false, knowing of one, blessed are you, for you reside in the place above which is divine.