divine postman: the joy of the dollar is short-lived robert.

kiyosaki: when people find their joy in the dollar divine postman, they will become slaves to money. waking up in the morning for the majority of their lives to work for money. most people have a price for their souls because of human emotions named fear and greed. first, the fear of being without money motivates people to work hard.

once people get their paychecks greed or desire starts to set in and stimulates their thinking about all the wonderful things that money can buy. the routine becomes entrenched through repetition.

divine postman: the habit of waking up everyday in the morning is bred through schooling. at an early age children are conditioned to wake up and go to school.

kiyosaki: the routine of schooling is subconsciously preparing them for their adult life when they will serve an institution. thus forsaking their lives.

divine postman: schooling is the engine by which the powers that be produce laborers to work the economy of a nation.

kiyosaki: the government along with the private sector needs human hands, just as henry ford needed workers in the production line to produce more cars.

divine postman: through indoctrination from schooling, and the marketing of what money can buy people have fears instilled in them which motivates them to live for greed.

kiyosaki: schooling does not impart the culture of giving and fails to acknowledge that we live in a system. there will be a discord in our lives when we live for a family. buying more comfort, more security, and more food will not cause our fears to disappear.

divine postman: money cannot eradicate your fears kiyosaki, it is only through obeying the divine laws of nature that we will learn and grow.

kiyosaki: nature will not have us fret and fume. she does not like our benevolence or our learning much better than she likes our frauds and wars divine postman.

divine postman: she calls all men unto her with the break of dawn. the tempered light of the woods is like a perpetual morning, and is stimulating and heroic, mythology comes alive in the silent woods. the anciently reported spells of these places creep on us. the stems of pines, hemlocks, and oaks almost gleam like iron on the excited eye.

kiyosaki: city dolls divine postman are full of mechanical actions. love will bring abundant joy; but our benevolence is unhappy. hera demands the attention of all men unto herself, that she may whisper within.

divine postman: oh! how jealous she is kiyosaki of her divine souls, a man can never tread in her presence when he is busy with many idols. she commands absolute solitude.

kiyosaki: we pain ourselves to please nobody, our homes, our marriages, our religions, our employments, and our system of education are yokes to the neck.

divine postman: there are natural ways of arriving at the ends at which these aim, but do not arrive.

kiyosaki: all men desire freedom, joy, love, knowledge and pleasure but go about it in a perverted manner.

divine postman: why should all virtue work in one and the same way kiyosaki? and why should all give dollars?

kiyosaki: it is very inconvenient to us rural folk who live with fire, water, earth, and air divine postman. and we do not think that any good will come of it either. we find refuge in our history.

divine postman: we have not dollars friend; merchants have. let them give them. farmers will give corn, poets will sing; philosophers and historians will share wisdom.

kiyosaki: servants will lend a hand, the children will bring flowers, and the young men and women will dance around the fire.

divine postman: goats will delight us with their clashing horns, young sheep will fill our hearts with their tender bleats. and the stars will grant men peace. iAM taught the poorness of our invention kiyosaki, the ugliness of houses, cities, and palaces. art and luxury have early learned that they must work as enhancement and sequel to this original beauty.

iAM overinstructed for my return. henceforth i shall be hard to please. i cannot go back to toys. iAM grown expensive and sophisticated. i can no longer live without elegance, but a village folk shall be my master of revels. he who knows the most; he who knows what sweets and virtues are in the ground, the waters, the sheep, the mountains, the trees, and heavens. and how to come at these enchantments is the rich and royal man. heaven and earth lives in the mind.

kiyosaki: nothing is left us now but death my friend. we look to that with a grim satisfaction, saying there atleast is reality that will not dodge us. greatest of all joys is to be master of yourself. we see young men divine postman who owe us a new world, so readily and lavishly they promise; they die young and dodge the account; or if they live they lose themselves in the crowd.

divine postman: we must always hold our gaze robert and listen to the whispers of love. and continue to give our lives to a noble cause. i will not live among ruins. i believe in the glory of heaven and earth. my treasure i will find in her roots. my soul cannot be bought.



homer: without giving divine postman we can never grow rich.

divine postman: through self-indulgence there is only death homer. we only live when we find our purpose; it will drive us to contribute beyond ourselves. and prevail over all it is that men and women hold dear in their fleshly sight.

homer: how mysterious is the might of nature, so enduring are her laws. we nestle in nature divine postman, and draw our living as parasites from her roots and grains, and we receive glances from the heavenly bodies, which call us to solitude and foretell the remotest future.

divine postman: what all men do homer in their employments is oppose the hands of time. they refuse to bow down to the season in their lives. none but time is sovereign over all men. time was when all things grew up at once she is most wise and will bring everything to light. she is alright when everyone is wrong.

homer: such fools zeus makes out of men. he blinds them as they walk into their graves. o thou only great athena, sprinkling with an unwearied providence certain penal blindesses upon such as have unbridled desires!

divine postman: men assume that their ways surpass nature. however, they fail to understand that the wisdom of athena is everlast. the song of the god of the silver bow apollo will never cease.

homer: everything turns sour in our lives the moment that we put flesh in our bodies.

divine postman: the food that we eat triggers a reaction and ultimately produces ends that are not aligned with nature. it takes enormous quantities of water to produce flesh, and as the earth suffers from the production of animal foods, so will our bodies suffer through dehydration and disease.

homer: eating meat divine postman displaces the human body from its natural frequency. whereas a diet composing of plant-based foods, rich in fresh fruits and vegetables, produces a magnetism aligning us with nature. the spinach has life in its veins, it absorbs light, air, and water.

divine postman: food can be very dangerous homer when it is not guided with wisdom. the soul says eat, but the body would feast.

homer: thus man does not gain knowledge; he loses the power of his natural genius.

divine postman: he lives in fear and spends his whole life running away from himself. the most difficult of all things in life is to know thyself.

homer: all wisdom begins divine postman when we know ourselves, and we need to study nature to understand who we are. to find the roots of nature our food must be water.

divine postman: what nature prescribed for man to eat does not tickle his tongue but feeds his body.

homer: food is every household’s greatest expense. and this is not because food is costly but because people have no idea what is food and end up buying food for entertainment and not for nutrition. because people are ignorant about nutrition they resort to wasteful expenditure.

divine postman: thence there are diseases of affluence. pollution; poverty; jealousy; greed and slavery is a result of man’s failure to understand what food he is to eat.

homer: oh! how great is the price of ignorance friend. it will confine many generations; destroying many dreams.

divine postman: we write homer not that we may get paid but that we may know. and learn to question everything.

homer: and in time when nature is satisfied with our growth she will compensate us for all our labors.

divine postman: never again will we be in need of the dollar. for as we waited for fortune we were attaining immortal glory. wisdom, in truth homer, is what will grant a man fame. all literature writes the character of the wise man. there is no fire or danger on earth that will destroy love.

homer: we love to be in the presence of the wise divine postman. i remember lycurgus the father of sparta going to delphi friend to visit the oracle. scarcely had he entered into the inner fane, when the pythoness exclaimed aloud: “oh! thou great lycurgus, that com’st to my beautiful dwelling, dear to love, and to all who sit in the halls of olympus, whether to hail thee a god i know not, or only a mortal. but my hope is strong that a god thou wilt prove, lycurgus”.


lala: what you are divine postman is a voice.

divine postman: nature does not compromise her pure truth lala. we are to choose a medium by which we are to express the knowledge we have found.

lala: and the best medium is that of a voice because it travels resounding in the whole earth.

divine postman: all creatures communicate according to sound.

lala: we can only understand divine postman through listening. man is a word cast into flesh. our ambition is exactly proportioned to our powers. the height of the pinnacle is determined by the breadth of the base.

divine postman: avoid whatever is approved of by the mob. we are not to pursue fame at the expense of our integrity; but at all times need to stay true to our values.

lala: in this season of your life divine postman, you ought to avoid the crowd and retire from society. and find contentment in a good conscience.

divine postman: i have buried myself away behind closed doors so that i may begin to know myself. and as iAM being transformed in solitude, i will add value to many people’s lives in the stream of the world.

lala: if we do not spend time with ourselves divine postman we can never be content with anything.

divine postman: in the presence of nature we will learn to be solitary. now that i have learned to be truly solitary, iAM acting on behalf of later generations. iAM writing down many things that will be useful to them.

lala: we are on this earth divine postman to leave a legacy. and not one of self-indulgence, where man and woman build homes and acquire possessions that serve a select few. but we are to leave a universal legacy that will help man and woman find heaven on earth.

divine postman: the whole earth was given unto all men that he may explore it. and as we journey through the earth traversing it to the uttermost bounds and enduring many toils we will find a greater glory.

lala: we are one family divine postman and do not belong to a household. let all men break free from this bondage and embrace the whole of man.

divine postman: what people run away from throughout their lives will come back to haunt them in their old age lala.

lala: the conditions of nature are imprinted in the human soul.

divine postman: losing my mother to cancer lala though sorrowful turned out to be the best thing that could have ever happened to me. it set me free from the bondages of family, marriage, employment, religion and schooling.

i changed my diet to a whole-foods plant based diet and came to see that the greatest asset i have is my mind and body.

i learned to empower my mind through reading and develop my stamina through cycling. and now lala nature has completed me and set me free on archangel wings to see the world.

lala: it is only death that can inspire change in our lives divine postman. life opened a door that was closed before. the compensations of calamity are made apparent to the understanding also, after long intervals of time. the sure years reveal the deep remedial force that underlies all facts. the death of your mother which seemed nothing but privation, somewhat later assumes the aspect of a guide or genius.

for it commonly operates revolutions in our way of life, terminates an epoch of infancy, or of youth which was waiting to be closed, breaks up a wonted occupation, or a household, or style of living, and allows the formation of new ones more friendly to the growth of character.

divine postman: it has been a journey to find my trueself over these past four years. i took my time and decided to study life. i had to let go of many things, and move by faith not by sight. two roads diverged in a yellow wood lala, and sorry i could not travel both and be one traveler, long i stood and looked down one as far as i could, to where it bent in the undergrowth.

i shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence; two roads diverged in a wood, and i took the one less traveled by. and that has made all the difference. all i was searching for was me. the whole course of things goes to teach us faith. we need only obey. there is a guide for each of us and by lowly listening we shall hear the right word.

lala: numa forsook the ways of city folk, and was determined to live for the most part in country places, and to wander there alone, passing his days in groves of the gods, sacred meadows and solitudes. he rejected the busyness of city life because he tasted the joy of more august companionship, and had been honored with a celestial marriage.

the goddess egeria loved him and bestowed herself upon him and it was his communion with her that gave him a life of blessedness and a wisdom more than human. by natural temperament he was inclined to the practice of every virtue, and he had subdued himself still more by discipline, endurance of hardships, and the study of wisdom.

divine postman: he had thus put away from himself not only the infamous passions of the soul lala but also that violence and rapacity which are in such high repute among the herd of men especially in their youth, believing that true bravery consisted in the subjugation of one’s passions by reason.

lala: on this account divine postman he banished all luxury and extravagence from his house, and while citizen and stranger alike found in him a faultless judge and counsellor, he devoted his hours of privacy and leisure, not to enjoyments and money-making, but to the service of philosophia, contemplating the power and beauty of the heavens and the earth.

divine postman: the best thing is to be prepared.


mvuyisi: our age is to live divine postman using the internet.

divine postman: we are children of the world wide web mvu, our age is the most connected in all of history, with communication happening at an incredible speed.

mvu: truly it is remarkable how easy it is to communicate with anyone around the world. we are to use the internet to create enduring works of art.

divine postman: we are to explore our imagination and find inspiration from egypt, persia, greece and rome.

mvuyisi: we will fail to understand the glory in our hands without living in the library at alexandria.

divine postman: i travel with strabo in his journies. i discover the lands and meet the people with homer; i watch the sun set with hesiod. and walk on the city streets with socrates.

mvuyisi: the key divine postman is to connect the genius of today with the simplicity and childlikeness of antiquity.

divine postman: our admiration of the antique is not admiration of the old but of the natural. the greeks are not reflective but alive through their powerful sensation. to exercise their mind in conversation they engaged their bodies constantly.

mvuyisi: the costly charm of the ancient tragedy, and indeed of all the old literature is that the persons speak simply. they speak simply as they lived simply.

divine postman: they speak as persons mvu with great good sense without knowing it. we need to haul ourselves back in those dusty repositories of the pyramids.

mvuyisi: our glory is in proportion to our roots in history. the hours should be instructed by the ages and the ages explained by the hours.

divine postman: how lovely it would be if we renounced these telescreens using our time to live and through this wonderful technology tell the story of our history.

mvuyisi: in other words divine postman always acting with the grace and simplicity of children. using our imagination to make vases, write tragedies, and sing songs dancing under the moon.

divine postman: how rewarding it is mvu to reap the sweetness of all the sacrifices you made for the love of letters.

mvuyisi: what is bitter in the beginning divine postman becomes sweeter with time. and like with every great relationship it grows more intimate.

divine postman: faith will move mountains my friend. the spirit lives and is as great a fact as the sun.

mvuyisi: the key is that we move forward with what we have learned, and not be discouraged by sorrow.

divine postman: all loss, all pain is particular; the universe remains to the heart unhurt. neither vexations nor calamities abate our trust.

mvuyisi: we are always led by the hand of pallas athena. it is only the finite that has wrought and suffered; the infinite lies stretched in smiling repose.

divine postman: time will compensate every loss and wipe every tear. nature will sustain a man’s dream.

mvuyisi: the condition for him is that he believes and leans on love. death my friend is a cycle of life.

divine postman: it is what clears away the old mvu, to make room for the new. setting a man free from the bondages of society, that he may live in his natural genius.

mvuyisi: it is better to die like a man than to live like a coward.

divine postman: this is my legacy.


pii: animals hold the power of sensation divine postman.

divine postman: they know the language of love although they do not speak they understand.

pii: unlike the mechanical man who never learns his ignorance; wherever you go in the world creatures of the earth will exhibit the same behaviour.

divine postman: a cock crows whether it is in england or south africa. however, man on the other hand, is never stable but continually swirling in the storm of conflicting passions that drive him to and fro.

pii: i find greater distance friend between man and man than between beast and beast. it is a wonder that everything but ourselves is praised for its own qualities.

divine postman: we praise a lion for its swift and nimble feet; a peacock for its sublime colors. but man is judged according to his wealth, fame, or power not on the nobility of his character.

pii: upon meeting someone, let us first ask: is he wise, lord over himself; not afraid of poverty, death, or shackles.

firm against passions; disdaining honors; wholly self-contained; like a smooth round sphere that no foreign objects can adhere to and invulnerable to the attacks of fortune.

divine postman: on such a man or woman nature will set no limits, space or time. she will grant them divine power and an empire without end. their glory will endure as the years of a tree.

pii: compare him with the city dolls who are ridden by the routine of their employments. there is greater distance between the city dolls and the contented man than between earth and sky.

divine postman: today pii the better part of man is mowed to the ground. institutions use man and woman alike as compost to maximize their profits.

pii: we no longer celebtate the glory in man divine postman but honor meaningless homes. we have adopted the thinking of institutions and no longer trust in our own natural thought.

divine postman: man is not thinking pii neither is he living; he is always postponing and moulds his existence on a paycheck.

pii: life my friend is too precious to be wasted. i sacrificed all i had in denmark to travel the world over.

divine postman: we settle for relationships that are killing us pii; and find comfort in homes that bring no joy.

pii: all i ever wanted divine postman is to be free. i risked it all to know how it feels to fly; i hope my wings do not fail me now.

divine postman: not all those who wander are lost, heaven is a place we know. our footsteps are guided by the moon.

pii: it is love that moves the sun and the gracious clouds. and as it moves the great light so it lives in my heart.


wendy: an overdose of the city erodes a man’s soul divine postman!

divine postman: if buildings fell wendy at least we would be in matrimony.

wendy: all men would be in harmony with nature’s laws and there would be no need for great struggles.

divine postman: when we are always hopping in and out of cars, and running into airconditioned buildings our behaviour will be mechanical.

wendy: is it so bad then my friend, that in our age man makes no room for expression?

divine postman: how does the poet live in the midst of so much noise? the mass of man wendy live according to what they see and do not have faith in what they feel.

wendy: let our lives centre around our art divine postman. every art has an interest, for which the art has to consider and provide.

divine postman: and the interest of every art is the perfection of it. the perfection of the art is the perfection of the individual.

wendy: perhaps man can see himself through the eyes of the mona lisa. or maybe through the eyes of the sistine chapel or the school of athens.

divine postman: and come to learn that without hurry and without rest, the human spirit goes forth constantly expressing its thought.

wendy: the poet who is called by love to be the messenger must pursue freedom. and cast off all chains imposed upon him by the folly of his parents.

divine postman: he must trust in his natural genius; as he sets himself free so will he set many others on archangel wings.

wendy: let him abandon all that is matter and all riches in the spirit will be his to behold.

we can only begin to make art friend when the hand is one with the spirit. we are all poets, writers, painters, photographers and travelers.

divine postman: if only we can have the patience to allow nature to teach us. she moves all men with her invisible hand and charms us with her infinite variety.

let the poet have faith in his craft and dwell in mountains of solitude, translating that which the sea and the bleeting sheep whisper to him.

wendy: the soul can only create from a pure place when it is free.

divine postman: we must uphold our given lot by athena, through unwearyimg patience and faith.

wendy: what i feel divine postman every woman feels. thus i must chant the feeling in my heart, as the cock crows loud in the morning to welcome a new dawn.

divine postman: it is phenomenal my friend how these humble creatures know the glory of the sun.

wendy: does it not say divine postman that for man to inherit the ends of the earth, he is to live simply?

divine postman: wisdom dwells in the mind and the heart that is simple. the poet is the prophet of the sun, he makes known the end before the beginning.

wendy: he is the golden star, shepherding the night to the break of dawn.

divine postman: let all men make their bed on the ground to hear of things to come.

wendy: the earth is a messenger, and the fire that burns below will kindle a man’s heart.

on my right hand divine postman i hold the sun and on my left hand i hold the moon.

divine postman: mighty orion is my guardian teaching me to always have confidence in history.

there is a relation wendy between the hours of our life and the centuries of time.

wendy: if the whole of history is in one man, it is all to be explained from individual experience.