Long ago, high in the mountains,

Long ago, high in the mountains, a deep rushing stream ran fiercely through narrow rocks. To cross it, there was only a single old tree trunk laid across the water — a tiny, shaky bridge hanging over the current. 🌿 One morning, two goats approached the bridge from opposite sides. A black goat came from one bank, and a white goat came from the other. When they reached the middle, both stopped. The trunk was too narrow. There was no space for two large animals to pass each other. Beneath them, the water roared violently. One wrong step, and either one could be swept away in an instant. For a moment, the air turned tense. Goats are known for being stubborn and proud. Under different circumstances, they might have lowered their horns and charged at each other, each determined to go first. And if they had done that on such a narrow bridge, both would likely have fallen into the raging water below. But this time, wisdom spoke first. ✨ The white goat looked down at the wild stream, then into the fierce eyes of the black goat. In that moment, it understood something important: “If I refuse to bend, we may both be lost. If I make room, we may both keep moving forward.” So, the white goat spoke gently: “My friend, this bridge is too narrow. If we fight, neither of us will reach the other side. I will lie down. Please step carefully over my back.” Hearing those words, the black goat’s aggression melted away. With gratitude, it nodded and replied: “You are truly generous. I will step as gently as I can, so I do not hurt you.” So, the white goat lowered itself quietly onto the tree trunk. The black goat carefully lifted one hoof at a time and stepped over its companion as gently as possible. Once the black goat had reached a safer part of the bridge, the white goat slowly stood up again. Before continuing their separate journeys, both goats turned back, nodded to each other with deep respect, and moved on. 🌤️ 💡 Reflection This simple story carries a powerful truth: Stepping back is not always weakness. Sometimes, it is the clearest sign of wisdom. In life, yielding does not mean losing your worth. It often means seeing farther than pride can see. A calm heart understands what ego cannot: not every moment must become a contest. There are times when protecting peace matters more than proving power. There are moments when letting go of “me first” is the very thing that saves what matters most. True strength is not found in forcing your way through others. True strength is found in having the humility to lower yourself, so everyone can move forward safely. The strongest person is not the one who rises by pushing others down — but the one who knows when grace is greater than pride.

What are some facts about Mahabharata?

What are some facts about Mahabharata? Do you know that "the dogs having sex in public unlike other animals, in secluded place has something to do with Draupadhi curse in Mahabharatha?" One version of Mahabharata says …. An agreement was made between the Pandavs that if Draupadi is with one of the Pandavas others must not sneak into their bedroom. And a pair of slippers kept outside the bedroom will be the indication for the presence of a Pandav. Arjun was in a fix for some reason and had to enter the bedroom for getting his Gandiv Danush. Asserting that no one was inside, since slippers weren't there outside he entered. But to his shock he found Yudhishtir, the eldest of Pandav, along with Draupadhi and was ashamed of his act. It was found later that a dog had taken away the slippers. This was the reason behind Arjun entering and had to go on Vanavasa for certain period of time punishing himself for the act. Draupadi cursed all the dogs on whole that “entire dog race will copulate in public”

THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON GOLD

Good Morning!!! THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON GOLD Around the Year with Emmet Fox April 6 We know that the spiritual consciousness which we are all engaged in building is spoken of in the Bible as the Temple of Solomon. The name Solomon means peaceful, and symbolizes wisdom. This is logical, for peace of mind is the foundation of all spiritual building, the hallmark of understanding. The Bible states that five things were to be found around the temple. “For the king had at sea a navy of Tharshish with the navy of Hiram: once in three years came the navy of Tharshish, bringing gold, and silver, ivory, and apes, and peacocks” 1 Kings 10:22 This is the Scriptural manner of telling us that there are five principal temptations that may come to the soul that is striving to build the spiritual temple. The particular form that each temptation takes will vary according to the temperament and circumstances of the subject, but in principle will be the same. First comes the gold, and this stands for desire for personal power over other people, the desire to regulate their lives, to make them toe the line—our line, naturally—and even to make use of them. Many people on the spiritual path have given way to this temptation. They must dominate other people's souls. They tell themselves that it is done for the good of the victims, of course, but it is really a craving for personal power and glorification. It is not an ignoble sin like that connected with the silver, but for that very reason it is far more dangerous, far-reaching, and enduring. The thing that gold symbolizes when rightly understood is the omnipresence of God; and of course, religious tyranny is a denial of this. You should do all you can to help, to enlighten, and to inspire others, as far as your own understanding will permit, but you must never try to dictate their convictions; or to hold to your own opinions. Religious tyranny is poisonous to the victims; but it is absolutely mortal to the tyrant.

On Christmas Eve 1969,

On Christmas Eve 1969, deep beneath the freezing waters of the North Sea, drillers struck black gold. The Ekofisk field — one of the largest offshore oil discoveries in history — had just been found. A small, quiet nation of fishermen and farmers was about to become unimaginably rich. What Norway did next is either the greatest financial decision in modern history… or the most boring story ever told. They did almost nothing. No victory parades. No palaces. No sudden checks raining down on citizens. While the oil money began pouring in, Norwegian politicians did something almost no government in history has managed: they resisted temptation. They had watched what happened to other oil-rich nations — Nigeria, Venezuela, Libya. They saw the “resource curse” in real time: easy money that brought corruption, inflation, inequality, and eventual collapse. Norway decided it would not become another cautionary tale. In 1990, the Norwegian Parliament passed a simple but revolutionary law. Every single krone of oil profit would go into a new Government Petroleum Fund — now known as the Oil Fund. The rules were strict and almost painfully disciplined: - All oil revenue goes into the fund. - The government can spend only a tiny percentage of the returns each year. - The rest stays invested. Forever. The first deposit in 1996 was modest, almost symbolic. Then came the hardest part: they kept the rules. Year after year, election after election, crisis after crisis, politicians who promised to raid the fund lost. Those who protected it won. For over three decades, across governments of every political stripe, one principle held firm: this money belongs to Norwegians who haven’t been born yet. The fund bought small stakes in thousands of companies worldwide — Apple, Microsoft, Amazon, Nestlé, and countless others. It invested in real estate in Manhattan, London, Paris, and Tokyo. It didn’t gamble on hot trends. It simply bought a quiet piece of the global economy and waited. The waiting paid off beyond anyone’s imagination. Today, Norway’s Oil Fund is worth nearly $2 trillion. For a country of just 5.6 million people, that’s roughly $340,000 for every man, woman, and child. No checks are mailed. The money belongs as much to future generations as to the present one. Here’s what truly stops people cold: more than half of that wealth no longer comes from oil. It comes from investment returns. The fund now earns more from its global portfolio than Norway makes pumping oil out of the North Sea. They turned a finite resource into something close to infinite. And while the world wasn’t watching, Norway quietly became one of the largest investors on Earth — owning approximately 1.5% of every publicly traded company on the planet. Every time a major global business makes a profit, a tiny fraction quietly flows back to Norway’s children. The oil will eventually run out. Geologists give it 30 to 50 years, maybe more. It doesn’t matter. By then, the fund’s returns alone are projected to cover healthcare, education, and pensions — perhaps forever. Norway didn’t discover more oil than anyone else. They didn’t have superior geology or technology. They had one thing most nations lack: the courage to say no. No to easy money. No to short-term thinking. No to politicians who swore they’d only spend “just this once.” No to a generation that could have lived richer today — at the expense of every generation that follows. Most countries can’t do it. Most people can’t do it. We’re wired for now, not for later. Norway looked human nature — greedy, impatient, shortsighted — squarely in the eye and built a system specifically designed to defeat it. In 1969, they found oil. In 1990, they built the fund. In 1996, they made the first deposit. Today, they own a piece of the world. And the politicians who made that decision in 1990? Most of them are gone now. They never saw the trillion-dollar result. They built it for strangers — for grandchildren who wouldn’t be born for decades. That’s not economics. That’s wisdom. Informatify Always adore the Scandinavian Socialism! Though abhorred by the US Capitalists.

*A Letter from an Orthopedic Doctor to All Senior Citizens (Aged 50-100 and Above)*

*A Letter from an Orthopedic Doctor to All Senior Citizens (Aged 50-100 and Above)* I no longer recommend bone density tests because senior citizens are bound to experience osteoporosis. As age increases, osteoporosis inevitably worsens, and the risk of fractures naturally rises. Here’s a formula: Risk of fractures = External impact force / Bone density Seniors are more prone to fractures because the denominator (bone density) decreases, thus increasing the risk. The most critical step for seniors to prevent fractures is to do everything possible to avoid accidental injuries. *How to Reduce Accidental Injuries?* I have summarized it into seven secret words: “Be careful, be cautious, be vigilant!” *Specific precautions include:-* 1. *Never stand on chairs or stools to reach for something* , even low stools. 2. *Avoid going out on rainy days if possible* . 3. *Be cautious while bathing or using the restroom* to prevent slips. 5. *When using the restroom* , ensure the floor is dry and not slippery. Use a seated toilet and install handrails to support yourself when getting up. Use a bath stool if showering while seated. 6. *Clear the floor of clutter before bedtime* and be extra careful when the floor is wet. 7. *If waking up in the middle of the night* , sit on the bed for 3–4 minutes before standing up, turn on the light first, and then get up. 8. *Do not lock the bathroom door from the inside* , especially at night or even during the day. If possible, install an emergency bell in the bathroom to call for help if needed. 9. *Always sit on a chair or bed to wear pants* , etc. 10. *If you fall,* use your hands to support yourself. It is better to suffer a wrist or forearm fracture than to break the neck of the femur at the hip joint. 11. *Exercise regularly,* at least walking as much as you can. 12. *For women* , maintaining body weight within permissible limits is critical. Diet control is key. Avoid eating leftovers. Instead, give them to stray animals. Keeping your weight in check should always be a priority. “It’s better to stop eating when half full than to eat until completely full.” 13. To improve bone mass, I recommend *dietary supplements* like *dairy products, soy-based foods, and high-calcium fruits like bananas*, rather than medical supplements. 14. *Spend time outdoors* to expose yourself to sunlight (under UV rays), which converts cholesterol in the skin to Vitamin D. This promotes calcium absorption and slows down osteoporosis. Pay close attention to keeping bathroom floors slip-resistant. Use handrails when climbing stairs, and avoid falling. Take care of yourself. *Therefore, seniors must focus on anti-slip and anti-fall measures* . A single fall can cost ten years of life, as all bones and muscles may get damaged. So, be cautious. *Avoid standing for long periods.* This message might seem lengthy, but it is worth reading, especially for seniors and caregivers of senior citizens.

Three Robbers

Three Robbers entered a house. They said to the lady, we don't want to spoil the order of your house and we don't want to harm you, so we are sitting here on the sofa, bring whatever cash and jewelry you have here. The lady brought cash and jewellery. The leader of the robbers said, "Where is the diamond ring that your husband gave as a gift on your wedding anniversary?" She kept silent and brought the ring and gave it to them. Bring the watch that your sister sent from Dubai. She had tears in her eyes while handing over the gift given by her sister. Now we will drink instant coffee of "Nescafé" with your permission. After drinking coffee, the head of the Robbers said, "Now bring the leftover pineapple cake from yesterday." When all the goods had been taken by the Robbers, the woman hesitated and said, *"You guys are very professional and ethical robbers. How did you know about the things inside our house?"* *The leader of the Robbers fixed the mask on his face and said, Madam, we are your "Facebook friends".* We regularly read your posts. We also check your status.

In the spring of 1955, a 67-year-old grandmother from Ohio told her children she was going for a walk.

In the spring of 1955, a 67-year-old grandmother from Ohio told her children she was going for a walk. She didn’t say how far. She didn’t say why. She simply kissed them goodbye, packed a cloth bag with the barest essentials, and vanished into the Georgia wilderness. Her name was Emma Rowena Gatewood — and she was about to do something no woman had ever done before. For three decades, Emma had endured unspeakable violence in her Ohio farmhouse. Beatings that broke her ribs, blackened her eyes, and nearly broke her spirit. She had raised eleven children on that farm. She had finally escaped her husband in 1941, but the invisible scars ran deeper than any wound. Then one quiet afternoon, she read an article in National Geographic about the Appalachian Trail — more than 2,000 miles of rugged paths stretching from Georgia to Maine. The writer made it sound peaceful. Achievable. Beautiful. Emma thought: If men can walk it, so can I. But she knew what would happen if she told anyone. Her children would worry. Friends would call her foolish. A grandmother, alone in the wilderness? Impossible. Dangerous. So she kept her plan silent as a prayer. She sewed a simple denim bag and filled it with the absolute basics: a blanket, a plastic shower curtain, a first-aid kit, bouillon cubes. No tent. No sleeping bag. No proper hiking boots — just a pair of Keds sneakers and a cotton dress. On May 3, 1955, she boarded a bus to Georgia and began walking north from Mount Oglethorpe. Alone. The trail was nothing like the magazine promised. It was merciless. Roots caught her feet. Rocks sliced through her thin shoes. Rain turned the path to mud. Insects swarmed relentlessly. At night, she slept on bare ground in abandoned shelters, sometimes shivering too violently to rest. She got lost. She fell, twisting her ankle so severely she could barely stand. Sitting on that rock, pain shooting through her leg, she wondered if this was where her journey would end. But after catching her breath, she wrapped her ankle tight and kept moving. Always moving. Hikers who passed her didn’t know what to make of the small, gray-haired woman in a dress and sneakers, carrying a homemade sack. Some thought she was lost. Others assumed she was crazy. A few offered food or shelter. She thanked them graciously, then continued on. When strangers asked why she was walking, she’d smile softly and say she wanted to see the country. But anyone who looked into her eyes could see something deeper burning there. This wasn’t recreation. This was reclamation. Every mile was a mile farther from the life that had tried to destroy her. Every step was proof she was still here, still strong, still capable of extraordinary things. Weeks became months. Her feet bled. Her back ached. The sun burned her skin raw. But she never stopped. On September 25, 1955, Emma Gatewood stood on the summit of Mount Katahdin in Maine. She had walked 2,168 miles in 146 days. She was the first woman to hike the entire Appalachian Trail alone in a single season. When word spread, reporters flooded in. Newspapers nationwide ran her story. Overnight, she became “Grandma Gatewood,” a household name. Everyone wanted to know how a 67-year-old woman with no training and minimal gear had accomplished what seasoned hikers failed to do. Emma smiled and said it wasn’t that complicated. She mentioned the trail needed better maintenance — too many rocks, not enough signs. She spoke as casually as if discussing her garden, not surviving one of America’s most grueling challenges. But she wasn’t finished. In 1957, she walked the trail again. Then in 1964, at 76 years old, she became the first person ever — man or woman — to complete the Appalachian Trail three times. Each journey with almost nothing. Each journey proving that true strength doesn’t come from equipment or training. It comes from refusing to surrender. Her accomplishment transformed the trail itself. Before Emma, it was considered territory for young men and hardcore outdoorsmen. After her, families, seniors, and everyday people realized: if Grandma Gatewood could do it, maybe they could too. Emma kept hiking well into her seventies — the Oregon Trail, mountains across the country, always moving, never settling too long. When asked why, she said simply: “I like feeling free.” She passed away in 1973 at 85, but her legacy lives on every day. Thousands now hike the Appalachian Trail annually, many carrying light packs inspired by the woman who walked it in canvas sneakers and a handmade bag. For anyone who’s ever felt trapped, who’s carried pain too heavy to name, who’s needed to walk away from something just to survive — Emma’s story isn’t just history. It’s permission. She didn’t hike for fame or recognition. She hiked because moving forward was the only path to healing. Sometimes the longest journey is the one that finally brings us home to ourselves. @informatify