Feng Shui Astrology [antikvár]

ForewordThe world is changing faster than ever. Or is it? People are not the same as they used to be. Or are they? The secrets of the sages are complex, subtle, deep. Or maybe they're simple. Have we forgotten the most basic qualities of human design our fuUest potential inherent at birth - assuming this information is too specialised for us mere mortals?What is it that truly connects us all? And what would life be like if we were unaware of the complete picture, of history, planning our future through guesswork without the benefit of knowledge, systems, principles, information?My idea of hell is a place where nothing connects.T. S. EUotImagine A surgeon walks into the operating theatre. He takes a scalpel and makes an incision. The patient's pulse quickens, blood pressure dropping, as an assistant speaks. 'Doctor, would you like to review the patient's profile before continuing?' Unaware of the possibilities of modem technology, the startled medicine man looks up. 'What kind of information do you have?' Others in the room look on in amazement. 'Well, Doctor, we have x-rays and a scan.' After a moment of reflection, the red-faced professional blurts out, 'No, rU just do the best I can.' You could hear a pin drop.Imagine A salesman - an amateur pilot - arrives at the airport where he keeps his small, single engine aircraft. 'A beautiful day for a joy ride', he announces as he walks directly to his plane. He starts the engine, taxis to the nearest runway and then takes off into the sky. Air traffic control watches in disbehef, trying in vain to reach him by radio. 'A beautiful day . . .' he repeats as he cUmbs higher, narrowly missing an incoming jethner making its final approach . . .