Story 63. Written by Rosa J. Vargas

The Seed People

The Hungarian people, as their name suggests, are the seed people. Long ago, they were called the Magar. There's no unity here, just seeds. They are very different from all other people in the world. They are practically ignorant. In any other part of the world, if they had a leader like they have now, one who deceives them with transparent lies, he'd be hanging from the gallows long ago. But here, they deify him. Because they don't understand anything. They grow in the direction they are raised. It doesn't matter to them what's good or bad, whether we survive or not, what will happen to our children, nothing matters to them, they only listen to the gardener's words. Who, in this case, is terrible. His name is Viktor Orbán, a narcissistic psychopath with a personality disorder. He can't comprehend what would be good for this country, he cherishes Leninist principles: everyone should work like a slave, and he takes half of the income earned from the people and spends it on nonsense. Of course, the seed people deify him for this. They see a prophet, a savior in him. Obviously, he needs to keep the people in poverty and oppression. Ignorance means everything to him. Only the ignorant can be ruled unconditionally.

Erzsike auntie was a housewife. But she worked a lot. She took care of the household, raised the children. Then Sanyi uncle, her husband, died at the age of 85. It's true he hit her a lot and drank, but she stuck by him and took care of him when he got sick. There's a fitting Hungarian saying for this: money counted and women beaten, are good. Then she went to the cemetery a lot. Almost every day she sat there by the grave, cherishing the good old days. Then not even a year passed and she died. She was buried above Sanyi uncle.

When I was a public worker, I once had to go to the cemetery for some machinery. The person I went with told me that those who work here, who are also public workers, get injections every six weeks. I didn't understand why and asked curiously, what's up with that? My colleague says, think about it, here the corpses underground, as they begin to decompose, they have an evaporation that the soil above them can't block, viruses and bacteria pass through it easily. So, the air in cemeteries is extremely toxic. These harmful substances in the air easily travel with the wind. They poison the living. That's why the vaccination is needed. I thought that maybe Erzsike auntie could still be alive if the cemetery air hadn't poisoned her. In our city, there's also a cemetery. It's close to a district, practically across the street, the new housing estate. Well, pretty special people live here. They are aggressive, fighters, intellectually behind compared to the rest of the city, there are many suicides, they die early. I wonder why? Could it be related to the air in the cemetery? If they were to make statistics about who goes to the doctor from which part of the city, I'm sure this area would win. There are the most sick people here. I don't want to say don't grieve, but we shouldn't inhale the stench of corpses to make us sick. Maybe cremation is the best method. What remains is also toxic, but orders of magnitude less than that of decomposing corpses. Because that really is toxic. Once the life has left our loved one, then it's nothing more than a decomposing corpse. Not everyone understands this, especially not the seed people, but that's how it is.

Many people say cigarettes are harmful. What would be harmful about them? Maybe if we smoke too much. It's more like a vaccination. It helps the natural cleansing of the lungs. Thus, it protects against the smoggy environment of the current age. Think about it, what's more harmful, smoking or inhaling the evaporation of rotting corpses?

The great leader, the leader of the seed people, because no amount of money is enough for him, put the country's future on installing heavy industry in the country. This poisons all the land, arable land, and turns the country into a desert. But even so, the seed people still adore and unconditionally love him and vote him into unlimited power. Nothing interests the seed people. There's no patriotism here, no concern for the future of our children. These people sell their daughters to gypsies, Turks, Albanians, anyone. Here, everyone only praises and deifies the leader.

Then came a pandemic, first COVID, with which the great leader immediately committed genocide, and stole billions of dollars in the name of public procurement. The seed people don't care about this either, they don't care that their parents, sons, daughters are dying. They just want a little bit of the big theft for themselves. If our cow dies, it hurts, but if the neighbor's cow also dies, then it doesn't hurt so much anymore. This is the fundamental way of thinking of the seed people. The leader applies the divide and conquer principle. He knows this stupid people will never unite, they'd rather laugh at the others if they're in trouble. Gloating is common here. If a French peasant has trouble, he goes out into the street. The miner and the doctor go out with him. Here, everyone laughs, hoping they get screwed! It doesn't occur to them that no one escapes, the crazy leader will eventually get to them too.

Then came mad cow disease. They slaughtered all the cattle where the disease broke out. Obviously, pointlessly. Shouldn't they have only killed the sick individuals and treated the others? Oh well, that's how it is. But what's rough is that thousands of dead animal carcasses remained.

After these, these corpses, which are 95 percent the same as a decomposing human corpse, were not buried in desolate places, but directly near cities. Believe it or not. This poisoned tens of thousands of people who were obviously his voters, and although they may get sick and their children will be born crippled and suffer, but despite this, the seed people will still vote confidence in the leader. There may be more than a hundred billion galaxies in the universe, but I'm sure that not even one such stupid people lives or has lived in any of them. Within this, the people of Hajdúk are even more exceptional. Here where I also live. Well, these people are capable of anything for a little alms. It's no wonder that István Bocskai, who was still a human being, obviously considers it the worst decision of his life to settle these people and give them land, instead of impaling the whole bunch.

Wandering Szekler

Look up to the sky

Where are you Szeklers

I entrusted this land to you

They took it from you

Your homeland became someone else's

If the graves of our ancestors were to open

Árpád the leader's voice would call out from there

Oh wandering Szekler

Look up to the sky!

Where are you Szeklers!

I entrusted this land to you!

The holy peaks of the Carpathians are crowned with thorns

Where are you Szeklers?

I entrusted this land to you!

They took it from you

Your homeland became someone else's.

Look how the cloud is formed

How it approaches the Szekler country!

Where are you Szeklers

I entrusted this land to you

They took it from you

Your homeland became someone else's

Oh wandering Szekler

Look up to the sky!!!

April 30, 2025 2:59 PM

István Bocskai

Obviously, there is a living being called the Two. Just two children. But also a gateway between people, living and dead, present and past.

3:01 PM

As well as between God and man.

Joy and Indifference

Self-criticism: if obviously, since I'm also Hungarian, then it also applies to me that I'm a seed. Right? This whole site and the book is a seed. Awaiting elaboration. Which I'm incapable of, we're incapable of. So, if you feel like a gardener, that is, you see fantasy in all this, then here's the opportunity. Contact us. We've reached the end of our possibilities and abilities by creating this site, buying the domains, and writing the book, The Legend of Spring. In order for this seed to become something, we already need help. If you've made it this far in reading and you can do something for yourself or anything else, then you'll know it. Contact us and we'll discuss the next steps. You'll know that you're the one that humanity or the planet needs. Sometimes I really feel like everything is predetermined because I can't step beyond a certain limit, no matter what I do, something always prevents me. So, you can search at amadeusamadeus675@gmail.com or at +36303338294

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I don't know your name

How to help you

How to find you if you were looking

I don't know your name

What to shout to you

How to find you if you were looking

I walk in dense fog

I can't find my way back

You'll find me if you were looking

I have no dreams at night

Someone should find me

Find me if you were looking

With my footprints around

I marked the earth

You'll find me if you were looking

I brought this song

Tell me how I know

You'll find me if you were looking

The court jester is lying in his bed. It's night, he's asleep. He dreams that the king got angry with him and, in his rage, sentenced him to death. In his dream, the execution of the sentence is already in progress. They lay him on the scaffold, the executioner raises the ax and strikes. At this moment, his wife turns around in bed and hits the jester's nape with her arm. The jester feels the dream and his execution so realistically that he dies of fright. This is obviously possible, right? Our brain can even turn against our body. There are many examples of this. It's possible, but why couldn't it have happened?

If you live your life under the influence of a control freak or a narcissistic person, then the only option is to break off all contact with them, otherwise your life and your health are over. They grind you down. Or they cause constant guilt, or even if you fulfill their will, nothing is good for them. Indifference can be your best friend. Joy and indifference always go hand in hand. If you practice a lot, you can reach a level, but it takes decades to stop the storm in your brain, the thinking. He who masters himself masters his world. He who masters his thoughts masters himself. A narcissistic person thinks the world revolves around them. But the basic truth has long been said. Don't do to others what you wouldn't want done to yourself.

The solution: If he died in his dream, how would we know what he dreamed?

Monday, May 5, 2025 3:57 AM

End

Postscript:

Monday, May 5, 2025 7:36 AM

Before the arrival of the Europeans, there were two neighboring kingdoms in South America. The ruler of the larger one was a wise old king in his prime who had never lost a battle. The ruler of the smaller one was a young ruler full of ambition. War broke out between them. They marched on the battlefield. The old king was carried by four men on a platform on which his throne stood and in which he sat. He didn't speak to anyone. His magicians communicated with him, telepathically transmitted his thoughts. He lined up his army, which was twice as big as the other, and had himself taken to the middle of it. From there, he commanded. Facing him was the army of the young king, who stood in the first row. The battle began. They clashed. The young king knew he had to destroy the old king. Then he could win. He didn't care about the danger to his life, the wounds he received, he just pushed forward. He finally reached the platform and with a single swipe knocked the old king off his throne. He couldn't kill him because he had been dead for years.

Suleiman II wanted to write his name in history by occupying Vienna. He died under Szigetvár. When Putin started the Ukrainian invasion, doctors predicted he had two years left.

Joy and Indifference