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Acerca de credores e devedores
Que é o dinheiro?
Rustidion énperdoado de sua dívida para com a Arca
Naronda: Certo dia, quando nós sete e o Mestre estávamos voltando do Ninho da Águia para a Arca, vimos Shamadam ao portão, agitando um documento que tinha na mão, diante de um homem que se achava prostado a seus pés. Dizia Shamadam, bastante zangado: "Teu delito esgota minha paciência, não posso mais ser tolerante. Ou pagas já, ou irás apodrecer na prisão!"
Reconhemos o homem como sendo Rustidion, um dos arrendatários da Arca, que se achava em débito de certa soma de dinheiro para com esta. Esfarrapado e envelhecido, suplicava ao Superior que lhe desse prazo para pagar os juros, dizendo que uma só semana havia perdido o único filho e a única vaca que possuía, em consequência do quê sua velha esposa havia sido acometida de paralisia. O coração de Shamadam, porém, não se enternecia.
O Mestre foi ap encontro de Rustidion e, tomando-o delicadamente pelo braço disse:
Mirdad: Levanta-te, meu Rustidion. Tu és também imagem de Deus, e a imagem de Deus não deve curvar-se diante de sombra alguma. (E voltando-se para Shamadam) Mostra-me o título da dívida.
Naronda: Shamadam, que havia um momento estava furioso, para espanto de todos tornou-se mais manso que um cordeiro e, humildemente, passou ao Mestre o papel que tinha na mão. O Mestre examinou com todo o cuidado o documento, enquanto Shamadam olhava-o calado, como se estivesse sob a ação de um encantamento.
Mirdad: Não era onzenário o fundador desta Arca. Por acaso ele te legou dinheiro que devesse emprestar com usura, ou terras para alugar a um preço de usura? Deixou-te ele por herança o suor e o sangue de teu irmão, ordenando-te que lançasses à prisão aqueles cujo sangue tivesses recolhido até não haver mais cujo saangue tivesses sugado até a última gota?
Uma arca, um altar e uma luz foi o que ele te deixou em herança - nada mais. Uma arca, que é seu corpo-vivo; um altar, que é seu destemido coração; uma luz, que é sua fé ardente. Estas coisas ele ordenou-te que as conservasses intactas e puras, em um mundo que baila ao som das flautas da morte e se espoja no lamaçal da iniquidade devido a sua falta de fé.
Para que os cuidados do corpo não vos distraíssem o espírito, foi-vos permitido viver da caridade dos fiéis, e nunca, desde que a Arca foi lançada, houve falta de caridade.
Mas, ai! Essa caridade tu agora a transformaste em maldição, para ti e para os caridosos, pois com suas doações, tu subjugas os doadores. Tu enforca-os com as cordas que fiaram para ti. Tu desnuda-os das roupas que teceram para ti. Tu mata-os de fome peli pão que para ti assaram. Tu constróis prisões para eles com as pedras que para ti cortaram e aparelharam. Para eles tu fazes jugos e esquifes com a madeira que cortaram para te aqueceres. Empreta-lhes, com usura, seu próprio suor e seu próprio sangue do homem, cunhado em moedas com as quais se acorrenta o próprio homem? Que é a riqueza senão o suor e o sangue do homem, armazenado por aqueles que suam e sangram o mínimo, para moer as costas daqueles que suam e sangram o máximo?
Malditos - mais uma vez, malditos - sejam os queimam a mente e o coração e assassinam seus dias e suas noites para acumular riquezas, pois não sabem o que estão acumulando!
O suor das prostitutas e dos ladrões; o suor dos turbeculosos, dos leprosos e dos paralíticos; o suor dos cegos, dos coxos e dos aleijados; o suor do arador e de seu boi, do segador e do que fez a colheita - de todos estes e de muitos mais - eis o que armazena o acumulador de riquezas!
O sangue do orfão e do velhaco; do déspota e do mártir; do peverso e do justo; do que rouba e do que é roubado; do executor e do que é executado; o sangue dos exploradores e trapaceiros e daqueles que são explorados e ludibriados - o sangue de todos estes e de muitos mais, eis o que armazenam os que acumulam riquezas!
Sim, malditos - mais uma vez, malditos - sejam aqueles cuja riqueza e cujo capital nos negócios é o suor e o sangue dos homens! Suor e sangue será, finalmente, seu preço. Terrível será o preço, e apavorante o ajuste de contas.
Emprestar, e emprestar a juros! Realmente é ingratidão, excessivamente descarada, para que se possa desculpar.
Que tens tu para emprestar? Não é tua própria vida um presente? Se Deus quisesse cobrar juros pelo mais ínfimo dos presentes que te deu, onde irias buscar com que pagá-los?
Não é este mundo um tesouro comum, onde cada coisa e cada homem deposita tudo o que possui para a manutenção de todos?
Por acaso a calhandra te empresta seu canto, ou a fonte a água que dela jorra?
E o carvalho empresta sua sombra, pu a tamareira suas dulcíssimas tâmaras?
Empresta o carneiro sua lã, e a vaca seu leite, a juros?
E as nuvens, vendem-te a chuva, ou o sol, seu calor e sua luz?
Que seria de tua vida sem estas coisas e milhares de outras?
E qual dentre vós pode dizer quem depositou o máximo e quem confiou o mínimo, na tesouraria do mundo?
Podes tu, Shamadam, calcular quais foram as contribuições de Rustidion para a tesouraria da Arca? Emprestas-lhe suas próprias contribuições - talvez uma parte ínfima delas - e cobrars-lhe juros escorchantes. Agora, queres fazê-lo apodrecer na prisão?
Quais os juros que exiges de Rustidion? Não vês como teu empréstimo foi lucrativo? Que melhor pagamento queres do que um filho morto, uma vaca morta e uma esposa paralítica? Que melhores juros exigir do que os andrajos que lhes cobrem o corpo curvado?
Esfrega os olhos, Shamadam. Desperta, antes que te seja exigido, também, que pagues tuas dívidas com juros e, não podendo fazê-lo, sejas mandado apodrecer na prisão.
O mesmo digo a vós, companheiros. Esfregai os olhos e despertai.
Dai quando puderdes e tudo o que puderdes, mas jamais empresteis, senão tudo o que tiverdes, inclusive vossa vida, tornar-se-á um empréstimo, e um empréstimo vencido. Sereis considerados insolventes e lançados à prisão.
Naronda: O Mestre olhou então novamente para o documento que tinha nas mãos e o fez em pedaços, os quais lançou ao vento. Voltando-se então para Himbal, que era o tesoureiro, disse-lhe:
Murdad: Dá a Rustidion o necessário para comprar duas vacas e cuidar de sua esposa e de si próprio até o fim de seus dias.
E tu, Ruatidion, vai em paz. Tua dívida está resgatada. Toma cuidado para jamais te tornares credor, pois o débito de quem empresta é muito mais pesado do que daquele que toma emprestado.
Lectorium Rosicrucianum
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About creditors and debtors
What is money ?
Rustidion énperdoado of his debt to the Ark
Naronda : One day , when we were going back seven and the Master of the Eyrie to the Ark , we Shamadam the gate , waving a paper in his hand , before a man who was prostado at his feet . Said , very angry Shamadam : "Your offense exhausted my patience , I can not be tolerant Or paid already , or you will rot in prison . "
Reconhemos man as Rustidion , one of the tenants of Noah , who was in charge of a certain sum of money towards this . Tattered and aged , begged the Superior to give him time to pay the interest , saying that one week had lost her only son and the only cow that had , in consequence of what his old wife was stricken with paralysis. The heart of Shamadam , however, not enternecia .
The Master was ap Rustidion meeting and took him gently by the arm said :
Mirdad : Arise , my Rustidion . You too are God's image, and the image of God should not bow to any shadow . ( And turning to Shamadam ) Show me the title of the debt.
Naronda : Shamadam , there was a time he was furious , to everyone's amazement became more than a meek lamb and humbly passed the Master 's paper in his hand. The Master looked carefully document while Shamadam watched him quiet , as if under the action of an incantation .
Mirdad : onzenário was not the founder of this ark . Did he bequeathed money that you should lend upon usury , or rent the land for a price of usury ? You leave it for an inheritance the sweat and blood of your brother , ordering you to lançasses arrest those whose blood 'd collected until no more saangue whose 'd sucked every last drop ?
An ark , an altar and a light was what he left you an inheritance - nothing more . An ark , which is his body -vivo ; altar , which is their fearless heart, a light that is your ardent faith . These things he commanded thee that intact and pure conservasses , in a world that dance to the music of flutes of death and wallows in the mire of lawlessness due to their lack of faith .
For body care not distract you spirit , you was allowed to live on the charity of the faithful , and since the Ark was launched , there was never a lack of charity.
But , alas! This charity you now have transformed into a curse , for you and the charitable because of your donations , you subjugas donors . You hang them with the strings spun for you . Thou bare them of the clothes that have provided for you . You kill the hunger peli bread baked for you . You you build prisons for them with stones cut for you and aparelharam . You do for them yokes and skiffs with wood cut for you revving . Empreta them , with interest , your own sweat and their blood of man , coined in the currencies in which chains the man himself ? What is the wealth but the sweat and blood of man , stored by those who sweat and bleed the least, to grind the backs of those who sweat and bleed the most ?
Damned - again , damn - are burning the mind and heart and murder his days and nights to accumulate wealth , for they know not what they are accumulating !
The sweat of prostitutes and thieves ; sweat from turbeculosos , lepers and paralytics ; sweat the blind, the lame and crippled ; sweat the plowman and his ox , and the reaper that made the harvest - all these and many more - this is what stores the accumulator of wealth !
The blood of the fatherless and the rogue , the tyrant and martyr ; peverso and the righteous of stealing and that is stolen ; performer and is executed; blood exploiters and cheaters and those who are exploited and deceived - the blood of all these and many more , here's what the store to accumulate wealth !
Yes , damn - again , damn - are those whose wealth and whose capital in business is the sweat and blood of men! Sweat and blood will finally be its price . The price will be terrible , and terrifying the reckoning.
Borrow and lend at interest ! It really is ungrateful , too blatant , so you can apologize.
What do you have to borrow ? It is your own life a gift ? If God wanted to charge interest at the tiniest of gifts he gave you , where would you go to get to pay them ?
Is not this world a common treasury , where every thing and every man puts everything he has for the maintenance of all ?
Did mockingbird lends you his corner , or source water gushing from her?
And the oak lends its shade , the date palm pu their sweetest dates ?
Lends its wool sheep , cow and her milk , the interest ?
And the clouds , they sell you the rain , or the sun , its heat and light?
What would your life without these things and thousands of others?
And which of you can tell who has put the most and who trusted the least in the treasury of the world?
Canst thou Shamadam calculate what were the contributions of Rustidion to the treasury of the Ark ? Borrow her own contributions - perhaps a tiny part of them - and you cobrars exorbitant interest . Now , do you want him rot in prison ?
Which the interest of exiges Rustidion ? Do not you see how your loan was profitable ? Who want better pay than a dead child , a dead cow and a crippled wife ? What best interest require that the rags covering them curved body ?
Rubs his eyes , Shamadam . Awake before you will be required also to pay your debts with interest and could not do it , thou be sent to rot in prison .
Same with you, comrades . Rub your eyes and wake up .
And when ye can give all you can , but never lend it , but all that ye have , including your life , a loan will become , and an overdue loan. You shall be deemed insolvent and thrown into prison.
Naronda : The Master then looked again to the document in his hands and broke into pieces , which launched in the wind . Then turning to Himbal , who was the treasurer , told him :
Murdad : Gives Rustidion needed to buy two cows and care for his wife and himself until the end of his days .
And you, Ruatidion , go in peace . Your debt is redeemed . Take care never to become lender because the lender 's debt is much heavier than that which borrows .
Lectorium Rosicrucianum
16
About creditors and debtors
What is money ?
Rustidion énperdoado of his debt to the Ark
Naronda : One day , when we were going back seven and the Master of the Eyrie to the Ark , we Shamadam the gate , waving a paper in his hand , before a man who was prostado at his feet . Said , very angry Shamadam : "Your offense exhausted my patience , I can not be tolerant Or paid already , or you will rot in prison . "
Reconhemos man as Rustidion , one of the tenants of Noah , who was in charge of a certain sum of money towards this . Tattered and aged , begged the Superior to give him time to pay the interest , saying that one week had lost her only son and the only cow that had , in consequence of what his old wife was stricken with paralysis. The heart of Shamadam , however, not enternecia .
The Master was ap Rustidion meeting and took him gently by the arm said :
Mirdad : Arise , my Rustidion . You too are God's image, and the image of God should not bow to any shadow . ( And turning to Shamadam ) Show me the title of the debt.
Naronda : Shamadam , there was a time he was furious , to everyone's amazement became more than a meek lamb and humbly passed the Master 's paper in his hand. The Master looked carefully document while Shamadam watched him quiet , as if under the action of an incantation .
Mirdad : onzenário was not the founder of this ark . Did he bequeathed money that you should lend upon usury , or rent the land for a price of usury ? You leave it for an inheritance the sweat and blood of your brother , ordering you to lançasses arrest those whose blood 'd collected until no more saangue whose 'd sucked every last drop ?
An ark , an altar and a light was what he left you an inheritance - nothing more . An ark , which is his body -vivo ; altar , which is their fearless heart, a light that is your ardent faith . These things he commanded thee that intact and pure conservasses , in a world that dance to the music of flutes of death and wallows in the mire of lawlessness due to their lack of faith .
For body care not distract you spirit , you was allowed to live on the charity of the faithful , and since the Ark was launched , there was never a lack of charity.
But , alas! This charity you now have transformed into a curse , for you and the charitable because of your donations , you subjugas donors . You hang them with the strings spun for you . Thou bare them of the clothes that have provided for you . You kill the hunger peli bread baked for you . You you build prisons for them with stones cut for you and aparelharam . You do for them yokes and skiffs with wood cut for you revving . Empreta them , with interest , your own sweat and their blood of man , coined in the currencies in which chains the man himself ? What is the wealth but the sweat and blood of man , stored by those who sweat and bleed the least, to grind the backs of those who sweat and bleed the most ?
Damned - again , damn - are burning the mind and heart and murder his days and nights to accumulate wealth , for they know not what they are accumulating !
The sweat of prostitutes and thieves ; sweat from turbeculosos , lepers and paralytics ; sweat the blind, the lame and crippled ; sweat the plowman and his ox , and the reaper that made the harvest - all these and many more - this is what stores the accumulator of wealth !
The blood of the fatherless and the rogue , the tyrant and martyr ; peverso and the righteous of stealing and that is stolen ; performer and is executed; blood exploiters and cheaters and those who are exploited and deceived - the blood of all these and many more , here's what the store to accumulate wealth !
Yes , damn - again , damn - are those whose wealth and whose capital in business is the sweat and blood of men! Sweat and blood will finally be its price . The price will be terrible , and terrifying the reckoning.
Borrow and lend at interest ! It really is ungrateful , too blatant , so you can apologize.
What do you have to borrow ? It is your own life a gift ? If God wanted to charge interest at the tiniest of gifts he gave you , where would you go to get to pay them ?
Is not this world a common treasury , where every thing and every man puts everything he has for the maintenance of all ?
Did mockingbird lends you his corner , or source water gushing from her?
And the oak lends its shade , the date palm pu their sweetest dates ?
Lends its wool sheep , cow and her milk , the interest ?
And the clouds , they sell you the rain , or the sun , its heat and light?
What would your life without these things and thousands of others?
And which of you can tell who has put the most and who trusted the least in the treasury of the world?
Canst thou Shamadam calculate what were the contributions of Rustidion to the treasury of the Ark ? Borrow her own contributions - perhaps a tiny part of them - and you cobrars exorbitant interest . Now , do you want him rot in prison ?
Which the interest of exiges Rustidion ? Do not you see how your loan was profitable ? Who want better pay than a dead child , a dead cow and a crippled wife ? What best interest require that the rags covering them curved body ?
Rubs his eyes , Shamadam . Awake before you will be required also to pay your debts with interest and could not do it , thou be sent to rot in prison .
Same with you, comrades . Rub your eyes and wake up .
And when ye can give all you can , but never lend it , but all that ye have , including your life , a loan will become , and an overdue loan. You shall be deemed insolvent and thrown into prison.
Naronda : The Master then looked again to the document in his hands and broke into pieces , which launched in the wind . Then turning to Himbal , who was the treasurer , told him :
Murdad : Gives Rustidion needed to buy two cows and care for his wife and himself until the end of his days .
And you, Ruatidion , go in peace . Your debt is redeemed . Take care never to become lender because the lender 's debt is much heavier than that which borrows .
