Re: Hiess der nicht Ossendow-S-ki, auch der Robinson Crusoe des 20. Jhds?
Geschrieben von Johannes am 21. Januar 2003 14:02:46:
Als Antwort auf: Hiess der nicht Ossendow-S-ki, auch der Robinson Crusoe des 20. Jhds? geschrieben von Mischel am 21. Januar 2003 13:43:08:
> Tippfehler, oder?
> ich dachte, der hieß Ossendowski....
Hallo Mischel,ja, offensichtlich Tippfehler.
Ich habe inzwischen eine englische Version gefunden (die Ausgabe von Bouvier ist aus dem Englischen übersetzt), aber leider ohne Zeitangabe für den Druck. Ich habe aber bei dem, der den Text gesannt hat, nachgefragt.
Gruß
Johannes
CHAPTER XLIXTHE PROPHECY OF THE KING OF THE WORLD IN 1890
The Hutuktu of Narabanchi related the following to me, when I
visited him in his monastery in the beginning of 1921:"When the King of the World appeared before the Lamas, favored of
God, in this monastery thirty years ago he made a prophecy for the
coming half century. It was as follows:"'More and more the people will forget their souls and care about
their bodies. The greatest sin and corruption will reign on the
earth. People will become as ferocious animals, thirsting for the
blood and death of their brothers. The 'Crescent' will grow dim
and its followers will descend into beggary and ceaseless war. Its
conquerors will be stricken by the sun but will not progress upward
and twice they will be visited with the heaviest misfortune, which
will end in insult before the eye of the other peoples. The crowns
of kings, great and small, will fall . . . one, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight. . . . There will be a terrible battle
among all the peoples. The seas will become red . . . the earth
and the bottom of the seas will be strewn with bones . . . kingdoms
will be scattered . . . whole peoples will die . . . hunger,
disease, crimes unknown to the law, never before seen in the world.
The enemies of God and of the Divine Spirit in man will come.
Those who take the hand of another shall also perish. The
forgotten and pursued shall rise and hold the attention of the
whole world. There will be fogs and storms. Bare mountains shall
suddenly be covered with forests. Earthquakes will come. . . .
Millions will change the fetters of slavery and humiliation for
hunger, disease and death. The ancient roads will be covered with
crowds wandering from one place to another. The greatest and most
beautiful cities shall perish in fire . . . one, two, three. . . .
Father shall rise against son, brother against brother and mother
against daughter. . . . Vice, crime and the destruction of body
and soul shall follow. . . . Families shall be scattered. . . .
Truth and love shall disappear. . . . From ten thousand men one
shall remain; he shall be nude and mad and without force and the
knowledge to build him a house and find his food. . . . He will
howl as the raging wolf, devour dead bodies, bite his own flesh and
challenge God to fight. . . . All the earth will be emptied. God
will turn away from it and over it there will be only night and
death. Then I shall send a people, now unknown, which shall tear
out the weeds of madness and vice with a strong hand and will lead
those who still remain faithful to the spirit of man in the fight
against Evil. They will found a new life on the earth purified by
the death of nations. In the fiftieth year only three great
kingdoms will appear, which will exist happily seventy-one years.
Afterwards there will be eighteen years of war and destruction.
Then the peoples of Agharti will come up from their subterranean
caverns to the surface of the earth.'"* * * * * *
Afterwards, as I traveled farther through Eastern Mongolia and to
Peking, I often thought:"And what if . . . ? What if whole peoples of different colors,
faiths and tribes should begin their migration toward the West?"And now, as I write these final lines, my eyes involuntarily turn
to this limitless Heart of Asia over which the trails of my
wanderings twine. Through whirling snow and driving clouds of sand
of the Gobi they travel back to the face of the Narabanchi Hutuktu
as, with quiet voice and a slender hand pointing to the horizon, he
opened to me the doors of his innermost thoughts:"Near Karakorum and on the shores of Ubsa Nor I see the huge,
multi-colored camps, the herds of horses and cattle and the blue
yurtas of the leaders. Above them I see the old banners of Jenghiz
Khan, of the Kings of Tibet, Siam, Afghanistan and of Indian
Princes; the sacred signs of all the Lamaite Pontiffs; the coats of
arms of the Khans of the Olets; and the simple signs of the north
Mongolian tribes. I do not hear the noise of the animated crowd.
The singers do not sing the mournful songs of mountain, plain and
desert. The young riders are not delighting themselves with the
races on their fleet steeds. . . . There are innumerable crowds of
old men, women and children and beyond in the north and west, as
far as the eye can reach, the sky is red as a flame, there is the
roar and crackling of fire and the ferocious sound of battle. Who
is leading these warriors who there beneath the reddened sky are
shedding their own and others' blood? Who is leading these crowds
of unarmed old men and women? I see severe order, deep religious
understanding of purposes, patience and tenacity . . . a new great
migration of peoples, the last march of the Mongols. . . ."Karma may have opened a new page of history!
And what if the King of the World be with them?
But this greatest Mystery of Mysteries keeps its own deep silence.