sunshine, wave, bicycle, electricity, breakfast

Greet Cams from ABR-Belgium has given five words:

sunshine, wave, bicycle, electricity, breakfast

The boy had no hope of a future life. He was despaired, that kind of despair that comes when you know you are giving up everything the next moment. Just before giving up, one gets despaired. You know you have been searching for solutions, you have tried all your options, and you search your head if there is a single one, just a single possibility that you haven’t been aware of. You are despaired searching. In the moment when you give in, you are outside every despair. You are without care for yourself.

The boy was despaired. He knew he was a footstep from the total chanceless situation where you have just to wait, where everything was tried.

Two years ago he had lived a sunny life on top of the waves of life, mentally surfing from wave to wave. He was member of a motorbike-club, and riding his bicycle was part of his life in the sunshine on tops of life’s waves. His bicycle, his friends and the life at the top was a matter of course to him. Life played, and he played in life.

Still, when he was surfing the tops of life, there were moments of dissatisfaction. He could not clearly define to himself why, but he felt a decadence every now and then. He eyed his mates to observe whether they had the same feelings of dissatisfaction and aloneness, whether it was a normal thing and as such should be left as it was. But he could observe none of that in his mates. They looked completely happy and content in life.

One day as he was having his breakfast at his club, he observed a stranger he hadn’t seen at the club before, and neither had seen or met anywhere else. The man had found a table in a shadowy corner of the room where the electric light didn’t lit up his face well. As he had his breakfast, he was in the corner of his eyes observing the others in the room. It looked like he was trying to choose among those present which one was his match.

The boy saw his eyes glide slowly from person to person, also on him, and each time the eye cast passed him, he felt an icy coldness down his spine. There was something evil, something chilly in the secret eye casts. He decided to finish his breakfast quickly and the slip away.

Two years later the boy knew into the backbone that he should have slipped away at once and not finished his breakfast first.

luftseilas, vindstormer, vilt, rammende, mystisk

Astrid Marias fem nye ord:

luftseilas, vindstormer, vilt, rammende, mystisk

The good book says:

Vindstormer som kommer uventet, vilt og rammende er ikke noe mystisk. Det er bare min luftseilas.

perseverance, unconventional love, insight, determination, metamorphosis

Linda Gaupp Tovaas’ five word:

perseverance, unconventional love, insight, determination, metamorphosis

He was running over the moors in a speed given by nameless fear no words or no imagination could describe or explain. He stumblet, got up and ran driven by a fear behind himself, behind his understanding. He came out of the moors, fell on earth, and his fingers grabbed and grasped in the lyng.

Outside the moors were some small farms. He stumblet to the nearest one, knocked the door and fainted on the steps.

He was generally a daring and brave man. Among his friends he was acknowledged perseverance in cases and situations important to him. A noble, brave and persevering character. He had been walking on the moors just for hiking, no special reason, no determination. Just a walk for the fun of it, a leisure walk to get more fit.

The farmer, as solid as farmers living close to the moors are, heard the knocking, opened the door and found a fainted man on his steps. He brought him in, got him to bed and hoped he would sleep away whatever was troubling him. A good sleep could cure much, the farmer used to say. His guest lay motionless and the farmer for some moments wondered whether he was sleeping or in a half fainted coma. Still he let him be in bed. A bed can cure many troubles, the farmer used to say.

Two days later the moor-man opened his eyes and looked around him a bit bewildered, and then fright filled his eyes, that special kind of fright that can be seen in the eyes of the one who has seen and experienced unwanted things and who has got an unwanted and undesirable insight into matters one can’t pay oneself out of. That kind of fear filled the eyes of the moor-man. The farmer watched it and wandered what his guest could have experienced that brought that immense fright into his eyes. The stiffened body underlined the situation. He bent towards him and said the only things that came to his mind:

- I shall bring you some water and food. You must be thirsty and hungry, my friend. You have slept for two days here.

His guest didn’t react to the offer, but the farmer fetched water and food and got surprised as his guest sat up in the bed, drank and ate mechanically as if he didn’t know what he was doing. He then rose from the bed and stumbled to the door. The farmer tried to stop him.

- You are not yet restored, my friend, he said, and a good rest in bed will help you. I will suggest you go back into bed, my friend.

But the moor-man left as a sleep-walker, and as a sleep-walker he started to stumble back to the moors.

The fear of what he had experienced came back stronger and stronger as he crossed back in his own footsteps.

Soon he stopped in front of a stone hedge that quite clearly was made by hands, not by nature. By the wall he saw the left-overs of his meal. His thermos lay where he had been sitting having his packed lunch. His rucksack was near by.

The moor-man sat down, lent his back against the wall and folded his hands for his last prayer as a common human being. He thanked his Good for the unconditional love from his parents, wife and children. He thanked for the life he had been blessed to lead up to now.

With folded hands he met the metamorphosis.

Jonas, hval, ulydig, spydde, Ninive

Vigdis’ fem ord:

Jonas, hval, ulydig, spydde, Ninive

Ytterst ute på et nes ved et av verdens største og kaldeste hav lå en liten bygd ensomt og alene ute på neset. Folk hadde levd og overlevd på det havet gav. Mye annet kunne de ikke høste.

Dette folket ute på neste hadde i generasjoner utviklet en del særtrekk som fremelskes av lite eller ingen kontakt med fremmede gener. Et av særtrekka var nesen, eller nasen som man uttalte det på neset. Likeså lite som det var variety i genmaterialet, var det i navnetvalget på beboerne. Mange menn hette Jo, og man skilte dem fra hverandre ved særtrekka deres. Der var Jo-stor, Jo-bein, Jo-skjev og også Jo-nase. Som etter hvert ble til Jonas.

I landsbyen var det også en del kvinner, og som menn hadde de navn og tilleggsnavn. Mange hette Nini og hadde tilleggsnavn som beskrev dem. Der fantes for eksempel Nini-vakker, Nini-tynn, Nini-prat og Nini-ve. Nini-ve hadde fått tilleggsnavnet fordi hun ofte akket og ve-et seg. Nini-ve var en meget vakker og dyktig jente trass i at hun ve-et seg. Jo-nase, Jonas, hadde et godt øye til Nini-ve, Ninive.

Jonas var en stri og sta person, for så vidt ikke noe uvanlig karaktertrekk for folket på neset. Bare de sta og iherdige overlevde., de som maktet å leve med naturkreftene og ikke bukke under for dem. Jonas var en av dem. Han maktet utmerket å leve med naturkreftene, og i perioder prøvde han også å tvinge naturkreftene til å leve med ham. Han hadde sine egne veier og måter, var ulydig på grensen til det uforsvarlige, men bare på grensen til, aldri over den.

Barna på neset lærte å ferdes i båter samtidig som de lærte å gå. Der andre småbarn spydde, lo bare Jonas fornøyd mot uværet. Voksne spådde galningen kort levetid. Slik tirret man ikke naturen. Men Jonas ble voksen, og fremdeles lo han mot naturkreftene og tøyde dem til grensen.

Nes-folket hadde i generasjoner utviklet egen teknikk og eget utstyr for å høste av havet, deres nabo og spiskammers. De fisket og jaktet på sel. Men havets konge, hvalen, hadde de ennå ikke funnet noen måter å fange på, ikke før Jonas begynte å utfordre dette kjempedyret. I lang tid prøvde han ut egenproduserte fangstredskaper, men hver gang var havets konge den sterkeste, og Jonas ble nesten dratt med i dypet ved et par anledninger.

Jonas hadde ikke gitt opp jakten på havets konge, hvalen, og kan hadde i lengre tid arbeidet med å lage nye fangstinnretninger for å fange dette dyret. Jonas visste intuitivt at det var enten eller for ham. Enten fanget han hvalen eller hvalen fanget ham. Hele livet hadde han ledd mot mat naturkreftene og tøyd deres grenser, og han visste at før eller senere ville det bli en konfrontasjon mellom ham og naturen, og det ante ham at det ville være Hvalen, havets konge, som ville møte for naturen i den kampen.

Jonas hadde som sagt i lengre tid gjort sine forberedelser. Han jobbet med, testet og videreutviklet det han skulle bruke i den avgjørende konfrontasjonen. Ninive fulgte det på avstand. Hun ve-et seg mang en gang over den galningen hun hadde sett seg ut som meddeltaker i livet.

En dag var Jonas klar. Han lastet sitt utstyr i båten. Rett før han skulle legge fra land, kom Ninive og gikk tross Jonas’ protester inn i båten. Var Jonas sta, var hun det også selv om hun ve-et seg over foretaket hans. Jonas hadde to valg, enten utsette kampen mot havets konge og så legge ut en natt Ninive ikke så det, eller ta henne med. Han tok henne med.

Ute på storhavet ventet havets konge. Jonas gjorde sine remedier klar og rodde så nær hvalen han kunne. Ninive ve-et seg. I det han kastet remediene mot hvalen, gapte den og dro i seg hele redskapen, båt og to mennesker. Jonas rakk ikke reagere, og om han hadde rukket det, hadde kampen neppe gitt annet resultat. I hvalens buk ordnet han en heim for Ninive og seg sjøl, og som han hadde utfordret ytre naturkrefter før, utfordret han nå de indre. Kampen mellom ham og hvalen fortsatte på helt andre arenaer, og denne gangen hadde hvalens styrke ingen sjanse mot Jonas’ kløkt og dristighet der han utfordret den verden han levde i.

En dag fikk hvalen nok og gjorde framstøt for å kvitte seg med sine delvis uønskede gjester. Han styrte mot en strand, dukket opp, og i et langt gulp spydde han Jonas, Ninive, redskap og båt på land.

Jonas og Ninive etablerte seg raskt. Jonas kalte bområdet opp ette Ninive. Ninive vokste og ble i tidenes løp en by. Jonas’ etterkommere spredte seg til store områder. Men navnetradisjonen beholdt de gjennom generasjoner etter generasjoner, og Jonas som navn med tilleggsnavn var meget vanlig blant dem, slik det hadde vært hele tiden.

En av dem ble kalt Jonas-profet.

Matthew five words: Jesus, roses, bear, curiosity, happy

Matthew five words: Jesus, roses, bear, curiosity, happy

Jesus was wandering on his Father’s earth. He often did so. He took small trips every now and then. I am not sure why, whether it was curiosity to see how his Father’s creation managed or whether it was for other reasons. But he often wandered in different parts of the globe. As a kind soul he didn’t disturb any creature, animals, plants, human beings, water, stones or soil. He just wandered quietly around as he had wandered years ago when he truly lived on the earth, but could not at that time wander so quietly in peace. Now he did so. Nobody took notice of him, nobody wanted to listen to him, nobody brought ill people to him, nobody wanted him to perform miracles, nobody brought him to court. He just walked around as whoever could do. Jesus liked this anonymity on the earth that years and years ago offered him no anonymity. He was pleased and happy in the situation even though he knew that the past situation had been important for the earth he now tread so peacefully and happy.

Jesus made a stop by a small lake. He had no problem with crossing it, but he hesitated for some reason. Why not take a pause?

He sat down by the shore and watched the glittering water of the lake, he watched the plants on the bank and considered his Father’s power to have created all this. Did he have the same power? He had awakened dead people, turned water into wine and performed other miracles. But could he create an earth?

Jesus sat lent to a tree playing playing with the thoughts of creating his own earth, or if he could not create an earth, at least make some remarkable changes of the earth so that the touch of his finer easily could be seen?

Two days later he rose, turned to the lake and decided to try. He pointed his finger to a small island on the lake.

- Be what you want to be! he proclaimed.

Immediately the island started to change. Smoke began to rise from the island, and as so happened, animals started to flee. They came swimming to the shore where Jesus was standing watching the island. On of the animals, a big bear, turned to Jesus and snarled:

- What the hell do you think you are doing? Making us homeless? That’s what you do!

The bear didn’t recognize Jesus, but for some reason he dared not attack this man on the shore. Something about this shore-man filled him with respect more than frightened him. He knew that this man couldn’t be attacked. He had been attacked before, and that had made him attack-free., so to say. The bear growled and left into the woods.

Since then bears hesitate to attack certain human beings. Bears have in them a fear it could be the same one who was standing on the shore watching his island change.

Jesus then noticed a small tiny rose growing by his feet. He looked at it and said:

- When my island is ready, you will move to it, and there you will prosper.

Later on the island was filled with special tiny roses, islandic roses.

It is unclear for how long Jesus watches the island grow bigger and bigger as fire and melted stone flew out of it and into the lake. Jesus realized that the lake could soon be too small for the island, so he stretched out a finger and moved it into on of the terrible big oceans that had appeared when his Father departed water and earth. There his island would have space enough to grow.

Jesus knew his Father had followed poor Cain when he had to flee and had given him the land where there for one season was no sun and for one season sun day and night, and his father had promised to follow specially de descendants of Cain in the barren and beautiful country he gave him. Jesus now wanted to do the same with his island. He turned to it and said:

- You will be populated with the most daring people, brave, heroic and fearless folks shall populate you. I will myself follow your people specially, and always look to you. I will see to that you will grow every now and then.

Jesu island still grows every now and then, and his fearless people still populate it.

Da er vi heime igjen

Da er vi heime igjen bare fire dager forsinket, hvilket er en millionte del av en millionte del sett i sammenheng med hva vulkanen forårsaker på Island.

Men når så er sagt bekymret to av oss seg for hvordan å komme seg heim fra USA. En av de to ble i tillegg søvnløs med tanke på hvordan ting hopet seg opp heime. Den tredje av oss er livets hurragutt og nøt de ekstra dager på Chestnut Hill, og kun bekymringa til de andre to gjorde at den tredje syntes det var ok da Lufthansa hadde plass til oss torsdag – og flyet sannsynligvis ville gå.

Vi trodde vi var tidlig på flyplassen i Philadelphia, men noen belgiere, + en som skulle til India + diverse andre var der før oss. Ganske fort vaks løen bak oss. Da vi endelig var sjekket inn og satt ved utgangen, var det 2 ½ time til flyavgang. For første gang giddet vi ikke gå innom tax-free. Mat fikset pappa. Vi satt ved utgangen, men det gjorde jammen belgierne, hun som skulle til India + de andre diverse. Mamma la seg rett ned på golvet ved siden av benken der vi satt, trakk jakka over seg og sovnet. De andre, belgierne, hun til India + diversene la sine ytterjakker over henne der hun sov som en konge på golvet. Ok at hun så helt skutt ut etter søvnløse netter, men likevel- Ett er at hun legger seg rett ned og sover hvor som helst. Det forundrer meg ikke. Slik er mor mi. Men at de andre la jakkene sine over henne… Neste gang skal jeg bli malt grønn under og over øynene og legge meg rett ned på golvet, for maken til omsorg…Men det visste ikke hun der hun som en konge vel en time. Pappa og jeg var først litt flau, som vanlig, vel, i alle fall var jeg litt småflau. Men jeg er da også mer sofistikert enn de to. Jeg har sagt det før, og jeg gjentar det. Jeg er født av foreldre som både kan leve fint med en sølvkniv, men også med en tollekniv. Jeg venner meg liksom ikke helt til dette at de så usjenert kan gjøre slike ting. Jeg aksepterer det, men forstår det ikke. Men så er jeg da også, sier de andre, en luksusgris i en del ting.

I Oslo fikset SAS oss inn på et fly nordover knappe to timer etter at Lufthansa landet. Så var vi heime. Viola tok i mot oss på Evenes. Lille Emma Margret hadde vasket hus og gjort det trivelig å komme heim før hun sjøl dro til Tromsø. Bilene var nyvaskede og skinte utvendig og innvendig takket være Anders.

Pappa har pakket ut, prekvert og startet diverse. Nå fyller han skum i nytt ABR-utstyr. I natt legger jeg meg med ABR-maskinen, og dermed startet vi så smått. Mandag starter vi for fullt, sies det fra ABR-forberederen, og sier han det, blir det nok slik. Sånn er det bare her i huset.

Der setter jeg strek, men om det klaffer overalt blir det kanskje fem ord. Gi meg nye. Jeg prøver alltid å finne ut hva giveren har som intensjon – og så ikke følge denne i ntensjonen.

Vi høres.

domantrener

devine, transcend, peace, joy, compassion

Bernardo's five words: devine, transcend, peace, joy, compassion

God had had a real busy period up in his Heaven. He had been taking care of the people of Iceland becauce of the vulcano-outbreak. Almighty God saw how the Islandic people had been struggeling to survive for a long period, and now came the vulcano- outbreak on the big island. God was not in peace or ease. He was busy beyond his capasity taking care of the earth he so proudly had created and the people he had put to live on this earth. God's capasity was trancended up to an unexpected high level, a level he had not foreseen on the busy week when he ha created earth and heaven.

Still he was the allmighty, and as the allmighty he looked down to se how his creatures managed on his earth. Down in Philadelphia he saw one of his creatures struggeling with nothing. The struggel with nothing is considered the worst and most difficult struggle as it is so vague and impossible to get a good grip on.

A caterpillar had for some unknown reason decided to reach devinity, and for some reason he had decided to climb up the highest pole in Philadelphia. The caterpillar very eagerly went to the task even though the pole was not the worst one to decend on. The caterpillar found himself in a challenging situation. He sometimes slid down and had to start on new from the slid-down position. In addition he got sores and wounds under his stomack. He very soon realised that the way to devinity was not padded with joy and compassion. On the contrary. But as the caterpillar for some reason had got into his head the search for devine living, he bravely mounted on the pole.

God almighty for a moment look down and saw the caterpillar mounting the pole on his sore stomack. God almighty also saw what the wornout carterpillar did not observe, a hungry bird circling around searching for the next meal. God almighty reached out a hand, touched the caterpillar who instantly turned into a butterfly as it was ment to be.

The hungry bird watched the change and dived for the butterfly.