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Alfred Nobel
Catagory:Biography
Author:LARRY ANDERSON
Posted Date:04/10/2025
Posted By:utopia online

Can you imagine reading your own obituary in the newspaper? What would people say about you? Alfred Nobel got the chance to read his own death notice, and he didn’t like what he saw. lfred Nobel was a very wealthy and successful man. He had become an expert in chemistry and invented three of the most commonly used explosives in the world - dynamite, gelignite (used in mining) and ballistite, which is still used as a rocket propellant today. With the huge fortune he made from these inventions, Nobel bought an engineering company called Bofors and turned it into an arms manufacturer. He made another enormous fortune designing cannons and guns and selling them around the world. Then, in 1888, Alfred’s brother died while visiting France. A French newspaper thought it was Alfred who had died and they published an obituary that began like this: Dr. Alfred Nobel, who became rich by finding ways to kill more people faster than ever before, died yesterday…. Alfred Nobel was shocked. Was this what people thought of him? Was this the legacy he would leave to the world? That’s when he decided to use his vast wealth to make a positive difference. Nobel set up a foundation with $250 million dollars in funding. Every year the foundation would consult the leading experts in the world and hand out prizes to people who had made great contributions to humanity. There would be prizes for sciences, for literature, and for promoting peace. Today the Nobel Prizes are probably the bestknown and most prestigious awards in the world. They have been awarded to great scientists, authors and activists and helped draw attention to many outstanding works and worthy causes. Nobel set up his foundation in 1895: just in time to influence his own obituary. He died only a year later. The Nobel Prizes accomplished his wish; they created a very different legacy for him than a reputation as “The Merchant of Death.” He is not remembered as an explosives inventor or arms dealer, but as one of the greatest philanthropists of all time. He is also a great example of how it is never too late to change your life and help make the world a better place.


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The Tale of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves Part 6
Catagory:Fiction
Author:Thousand Nights and One Night ( POWYS MATHERS)
Posted Date:04/12/2025
Posted By:utopia online

The robber captain did what he had to do, and then went to each of the jars in turn, whispering into their mouths: ‘When I throw a pebble against your jar from my bedroom window, come out speedily and run to me, for there will be killing.’ Then he returned to the house, where Marjanah lighted him to his bedroom with an oil lamp and wished him good night. As he felt that he would need his full strength for the great vengeance which he had in mind, he lay down and was soon snoring like a washerwoman’s copper.While Marjanah was washing the dishes in the kitchen, her lamp went out for lack of oil. As she had forgotten to lay in a fresh provision that day, she called her fellow slave Abdallah and explained the difficulty to him. But Abdallah broke into a laugh, saying: ‘In Allah’s name, my sister, how can you say that we are out of oil, when there are thirty-eight jars full of it in the courtyard? And good oil, too, if I can judge from the drippings! I do not seem to recognise the resourceful Marjanah to-night…. I must go back to sleep, my sister. I have to be up early in the morning to accompany our master to the hammam.’ He returned to his chamber, which was near that of the oil merchant, and was soon snoring like a marsh buffalo. Marjanah, who had been a little put out by Abdallah’s jesting, went to one of the jars in the courtyard, removed the palm fibre from it, and plunged the measure through the gaping mouth. But—O wide eyes, dry throat, and working bowels!—instead of reaching oil, the measure bumped against something hard, and a voice came forth from the interior of the jar, saying: ‘Pebble did he say? I should call it a rock. But, be that as it may, now is the time!’ And a bearded head appeared above the rim of the jar.Any but Marjanah would have shrieked aloud; even she allowed herself to think: ‘Now I am dead!’ In a moment, however, she collected all her faculties, and said coolly: ‘Not yet, not yet, my man. Your master is still asleep. Wait till he wakes.’ She had already divined the whole plot; therefore she visited each of the jars in turn, to count the number of her foes, and bade each head, as it appeared, have patience.When she had counted thirty-seven thieves and one full jar of oil, she returned to the kitchen, lighted the lamp, and set about the execution of a project which she hoped might save the house. She lit a great fire under the cauldron which was used for washing clothes and then, going backwards and forwards with the measure, filled the cauldron with oil from the thirty-eighth jar. As soon as it boiled, she brimmed a large stable bucket with the death-dealing stuff and, going softly up to the first jar, snatched away the palm fibre from its top. Relentlessly she poured the boiling oil through the mouth on to the thief’s head, so that he swallowed death with the cry which rose to his lips.With sure hand and unhurried pace Marjanah burned and stifled the rest of the thieves to death; for no man, though he be hidden in a sevenfold jar, can avoid the Destiny which hangs about his neck. When she had completed her work of destruction, she put out the fire,stoppered the jars, and returned to the kitchen to wait in the dark for what should come.At midnight the robber chief woke and put his head out of the window. Seeing no light and hearing no noise, he supposed that all the house was plunged in sleep. Therefore he took a handful of pebbles which he had brought up with him and began to throw them dexterously at the jars. He could hear by the noise they made that they had reached their marks; but there was no answer, no rushing of armed men, no sign, no sound at all. ‘The dogs have gone to sleep,’ he muttered, as he ran down to the courtyard; but there the smell of burning oil and roasting flesh took him by the throat, and his heart misgave him. He set his hand to one of the jars and found it surface as hot as an oven; he ventured to kindle a handful of straw and, examining each jar by its light, found every man of his crouched down smoking and lifeless. Realising that he had terribly lost his band, he reached the top of the courtyard wall with one prodigious bound, leapt down into the road, and took to his heels. He fled among the shadows of night till he reached his cave, where he sat to brood sullenly upon the next step he should take. For the moment, so much for him.At this point Shahrazad saw the approach of morning and discreetly fell silent. But when the eight-hundred-and-fifty-ninth night had come SHE SAID: Marjanah, knowing that the house was safe, waited calmly till the morning, and only woke her master at the time appointed. Ali Baba dressed himself and came down to the courtyard; not till then did Marjanah hint to him of her adventure. She led him up to the first jar, saying: ‘Good master, I pray you lift the cover and look inside.’ Ali Baba did so and recoiled in horror; but when he had heard Marjanah’s story, he wept joyful tears and cried: ‘Blessed be the womb which bore you, O daughter of benediction! Surely the bread which you have eaten is a little thing compared with this. Henceforward you shall be our eldest child and the head of our house.’With Abdallah’s help, Ali Baba buried the thirty-seven bodies in a great pit in his garden, and was rid of them for ever. Then all the household returned to their quiet life and continued to make much of the astute Marjanah. One day, Ali Baba’s eldest son, who now looked after the shop which had been Kasim’s, said to his father: ‘I do not know how I can make a return to my neighbour Husain for all the favours which he has shown me since he took a shop in our market. Five times I have shared a midday meal with him, without returning his hospitality. I think you will agree that we ought to give some fine feast in his honour.’ ‘That isbut fitting, my son,’ answered Ali Baba. ‘You should have spoken of the matter earlier. To-morrow is Friday, the day of rest, and we cannot do better than ask the excellent Husain to take bread and salt with us in the evening. If he is inclined to make excuses of politeness, press him strongly, my son, for I am sure that we can entertain him in a fashion not unworthy of his generosity.’So next morning Ali Baba’s son invited Husain, the new merchant, to walk with him, and took him towards his father’s house, where Ali Baba waited smiling on the threshold. The young man led his longbearded friend up to his father, who thanked him with great civility for his many kindnesses, and pressed him to feed with them that evening. …cont The Tale of Ali Baba and the Forty


Type:Technology
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Organized Knowledge
Catagory:Reading
Author:NAPOLEON HILL
Posted Date:04/12/2025
Posted By:utopia online

Here I am laying the foundation for one of the most important hypotheses enumerated in Lesson Three. This is a lesson on organized knowledge. Most of the useful knowledge to which the human race has become heir has been preserved and accurately recorded in Nature's bible. By turning back the pages of this unalterable bible, we have read the story of the terrific struggle through and out of which the present civilization has grown. The pages of this bible are made up of the physical elements of which this earth and the other planets consist, and of the ether that fills all space. By turning back the pages written on stone and covered near the surface of this earth on which we live, we have uncovered the bones, skeletons, footprints, and other unmistakable evidence of the history of animal life on this earth, planted there for our enlightenment and guidance by the hand of Mother Nature throughout unbelievable periods of time. The evidence is plain and unmistakable. The great stone pages of Nature's bible found on this earth, and the endless pages of that bible represented by the ether wherein all past human thought has been recorded, constitute an authentic source of communication between the Creator and his creation. This bible was begun before humankind had reached the thinking stage; indeed before life had reached the ameba (one-cell animal) stage of development.This bible is above and beyond our power to alter. Moreover, it tells its story not in the ancient dead languages or hieroglyphics but in universal language which all who have eyes may read. Nature's bible, from which we have derived all the knowledge that is worth knowing, is one that no one may alter or in any manner tamper with. The most marvelous discovery yet made is that of the recently discovered radio principle. Imagine picking up the ordinary vibration of sound and transforming that vibration from audio frequency into radio frequency, sending it to a properly attuned receiving station and there transforming it back into its original form of audio frequency, all in the flash of a second. It should surprise no one that such a force could gather up the vibration of thought and keep that vibration in motion forever.The instantaneous transmission of sound, by means of the modern radio apparatus, makes not only possible but also probable my theorythat thought vibration can connect mind to mind.


Type:Technology
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Read yourself a story
Catagory:Reading
Author:Chandler, Steve.
Posted Date:04/10/2025
Posted By:utopia online

Abraham Lincoln used to drive his law partners to distraction. Every morning he would come into his office and read the daily newspaper aloud to himself. They would hear him in the next room reading in a booming voice.Why did Lincoln do his morning reading aloud? He had discovered that he remembered and retained twice as much when he read aloud than when he read silently. And what he did remember, he remembered for a much longer period of time.Perhaps it was because Lincoln was employing a second sense, the sense of hearing, and a second activity, the activity of speaking, which made his readings so memorable to him.Any time you have an opportunity to read something that is important to you, try reading it aloud and see if you don't make twice the impression on yourself. When you discover something you want to remember, and draw upon in the future, read it aloud. Steve Hardison, one of the most successful business consultants I have ever known, credits one origin of his success to when he was a struggling young man without money or a clue about where he wanted to go. Then one day he came across Napoleon Hill's enormous book,Law of Success, and read the entire volume aloud. My favorite piece of writing to read aloud is Chapter 16 of Og Mandino's The Greatest Salesman in the World. Here's a part of it, which you may now read silently to yourself. However, if you want a real shot of adrenaline to your spirit, I recommend you mark this page and when you're alone, read it aloud like Lincoln: "I will act now. I will act now. I will act now. Henceforth, I will repeat these words again and again, each hour, each day, every day, until the words become a habit as my breathing and the actions which follow become as instinctive as the blinking of my eyelids. With these words I can condition my mind to perform every act necessary for my success.With these words I can condition my mind to meet every challenge." ****************************  A female ferret will die if it goes into heat and cannot find a mate.  In Italy, 17 is considered an unlucky number. In Japan, four is considered an unlucky number.  Every person, including identical twins, has a unique eye & tongue print along with their fingerprint.


Type:Technology
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The Tale of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves Part 5
Catagory:Fiction
Author:Thousand Nights and One Night ( POWYS MATHERS)
Posted Date:04/10/2025
Posted By:utopia online

Mustafa laughed, as he replied: ‘As Allah lives we have no such custom! But I know what I know and no one else shall know it. I have reason enough for keeping silence, and my memory is always bad in the early morning.’ The pretended darwish laughed heartily, in order to win the old man’s favour; making as if to shake hands, he slipped a gold coin into the other’s palm, saying: ‘O uncle of eloquence, Allah preserve me from poking my nose into other people’s business! But if I felt that I had a stranger’s right to express a wish to you, I think I would ask you to tell me the position of the house where you sewed the dead man together.’ ‘But how should I know the position of it, O head of all the darwishes?’ cried the cobbler. ‘I was blindfolded and led to the place by a girl, who went so quickly from one thing to another that half the time I did not know what I was doing. Yet I think, my son, that if my eyes were bandaged afresh I could find the house again by certain indications which came to me through the sense of touch. You must know, O holy brother, that a man sees as well with his fingers as with his eyes, unless his skin is as hard and gross as a crocodile’s back. I myself have many honourable customers who, though blind, see better with their finger tips than the vile barber who shaves my head each Friday and scarifies my poor old hide. May Allah do so to him and more also!’ At this point Shahrazad saw the approach of morning and discreetly fell silent. But when the eight-hundred-and-fifty-seventh night had come SHE SAID: ‘Praise to the breast which gave you suck!’ exclaimed the robber. ‘Long may you thread needles in this world, O sheikh of excellence! I would like nothing better than to see if you can find your way back to that cellar.’ The man’s admiration was so obvious that old Mustafa allowed his eyes to be bandaged and, with his hand on the other’s sleeve, groped his way to Ali Baba’s house. ‘This is most certainly the place!’ he cried. ‘I recognise it by the smell of asses’ dung and by this post against which I stubbed my toes when I came before.’ The delighted robber removed the old man’s bandage and then hastened to mark the door of Ali Baba’s house with a small piece of chalk. He slipped a second dinar into the cobbler’s hand, promising that he would buy all his slippers from him for the rest of his life, and sent him back to his shop. Then he made all haste to the forest and told his chief of his success.When the diligent Marjanah went out soon afterwards to buy provisions, she saw the white mark on the door and thought: ‘This did not write itself. This is the work of an enemy and we must find some conjuration against it.’ She fetched a piece of chalk and made exactly the same mark on the same part of every door in the street, and, as she made each mark, she addressed the unknown foe, saying below her breath: ‘Five fingers in your left eye, five fingers in your right!’ For she knew that this was a most powerful spell against threats from the unknown. Next morning, when the thieves came two by two into town to lay aboard the house which their companion had marked for them, they were greatly embarrassed to find all the doors in that long street bearing the same sign. In order not to attract attention, their chief sent them back to the forest, where they condemned their unfortunate spy to death and cut off his head without delay.Their rage against the unknown trespasser increased a hundredfold, and one of their number eagerly volunteered to run him to earth. He went disguised into the city, as his dead comrade had done, entered into conversation with the old cobbler, and was conducted to the door of Ali Baba’s house. He marked this with a small red mark in an inconspicuous place, and then returned to the cave. He did not know that when a head is destined to make that fatal leap from the shoulders, it will make that leap and no other. When the thieves came two by two into the town, they found that the excellent Marjanah had made identical small red marks on all the doors of the quarter. Therefore they returned to their lair and cut off the head of the second spy. Thus the band was reduced by two without nearer approach to the solution of its difficulty.‘I will have to go myself,’ said the robber captain, and he went down into the city in disguise. But when the cobbler Mustafa had shown him Ali Baba’s door, he did not mark it in white or red chalk, or even blue; instead, he gazed long till he had fixed its appearance in his memory,and then returned to the forest. He called together the thirty-seven surviving thieves and said to them: ‘I know the house for certain now,and, as Allah lives, the fate of it shall be terrible. The first thing for you to do, my hearties, is to bring me thirtyeight large earthenware jars, with wide necks and swelling bellies. One of them must be filled with olive oil, the rest must be empty.’ The thieves, who always obeyed their chief without question, rode off at once to the potter’s market and brought back thirty-eight jars, slung in twos upon their horses. Without unloading these, they took off all their clothes, at the chief’s order, and, keeping only their turbans and slippers, climbed into the empty jars, so that one was balanced by the olive oil, and the rest balanced each other. They slung their slippers on their backs and squatted down in the jars with their knees to their chins, like chickens of the twentieth day curled in their shells. The captain armed each with a scimitar and a club, and plentifully daubed the outside of the pots with some of the oil from the full jar. Finally, after stoppering the mouths of each vessel with palm fibre so that the men inside should be hidden and yet breathe freely, he drove the horses down towards the city. At nightfall he came to Ali Baba’s house, and Allah even saved him the trouble of knocking, for the honest woodcutter sat on his threshold, gratefully breathing the cool air of evening. At this point Shahrazad saw the approach of morning and discreetly fell silent. But when the eight-hundred-and-fifty-eighth night had come SHE SAID: The robber chief checked his horses and greeted Ali Baba most politely, saying: ‘O my master, your slave is an oil merchant; he is ignorant of this city and does not know where to pass the night. He hopes that you will give hospitality, for himself and his horses, in the generous courtyard of your house.’ Ali Baba remembered his own poverty and at once rose in the stranger’s honour, answering: ‘O oil merchant, O my brother, be very welcome to my house and the repose of my house and the life of my house.’ He took his guest by the hand and led him into the courtyard, calling Marjanah and another slave to help with the unloading of the jars and to feed the horses. When the jars had been ranged in good order at the back of the courtyard and the horses fastened along the wall, each with a feed of barley and oats, Ali Baba conducted his guest, whom he was very far from recognising, into the reception hall of his house.Bidding him take the place of honour, he sat down beside him and served him with food and drink; but, as soon as both were satisfied and had given thanks to Allah, the courteous woodcutter retired, saying:‘Good master, the house belongs to you.’ As he was going away, the robber chief called after him: ‘In Allah’s name, dear host, show me that part of your honourable house where it is lawful for me to give peace to the motion of my bowels and make my water.’ Ali Baba led his guest to the privy, which stood at the corner of the house nearest the old jars. ‘In there,’ he said, and hastened away, so as not to incommode the digestive functions of the stranger.


Type:Technology
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Can you believe it?
Catagory:Facts
Author:Encyclopedia
Posted Date:04/08/2025
Posted By:utopia online

 A female oyster produces 100 million young in her lifetime, the typical hen lays 19 dozen eggs a year, and it is possible for one female cat to be responsible for the birth of 20,736 kittens in four years. Michelle Duggar holds the record for largest human family, having given birth to 17 children.  A spider's web is not a home, but rather a trap for its food. They are as individual as snowflakes, with no two ever being the same. Some tropical spiders have built webs over eighteen feet across.  Fish that live more than 800 meters below the ocean surface do not have eyes.  The Morgan's Sphinx Moth from Madagascar has a proboscis (tube mouth) that is 12 to 14 inches long to get the nectar from the bottom of a 12 inch deep orchid discovered by Charles Darwin.  The top butterfly flight speed is 12 miles per hour. Some moths can fly 25 miles per hour!  Babies are born without kneecaps. They do not appear until the child reaches 2-6 years of age.  A man's beard grows fastest when he anticipates sex.  Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.  Giraffes and rats can last longer without water than camels.


Type:Technology
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A Different Olympic Games
Catagory: History
Author:BILL O’NEILL
Posted Date:04/08/2025
Posted By:utopia online

The Olympic Games have been around for over a century, and during that time have included different sports that you would not even think were actually a sport. Some have only appeared once before then vanishing into oblivion, and one such example has to be the 1904 Olympics that were based in St. Louis. Now, the games were not on the same scale as they are now, with fewer countries and substantially fewer competitors, but it is the actual events that we are more concerned about. At these games, you were able to represent your country in 3 events that just defy belief. First, there was the pole climbing event. Yes, pole climbing. Next, there was rock throwing—and imagine trying to win a gold medal by throwing a rock. Finally, there was mud fighting, which has to win an award for the most bizarre event ever. Also, they would aim them at what were classed as ‘tribal’ people, and it’s no surprise that the Olympic Games in 1904 ended up being a complete and utter disaster.


Type:Technology
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The Lost Lands of Mu and Lemuria
Catagory: History
Author:Brian Haughton
Posted Date:04/08/2025
Posted By:utopia online

Lemuria and Mu are interchangeable names given to a lost land supposedly located somewhere in the southern Pacific Ocean. This ancient continent was apparently the home of an advanced and highly spiritual culture, perhaps the mother race of all mankind, but it sank beneath the waves many thousands of years ago as the result of a geological cataclysm of some kind. The thousands of rocky islands scattered throughout the Pacific (including Easter Island, Tahiti, Hawaii, and Samoa) are said to be the only surviving remains of this once great continent. This theory of a physical and spiritual lost land has been put forward by many different people, most notably in the mid-19th century by scientists in order to explain the unusual distribution of various animals andplants around the Indian and Pacific Oceans. In the late 19th century, occultist Madame Blavatsky approached the idea of Lemuria from a spiritual angle and influenced many thereafter to do the same, including psychic healer and prophet Edgar Cayce. The popularization of Lemuria/Mu as a physical place began in the 20th century, with exBritish army officer Colonel James Churchward, and the idea still has many adherents today. But is there any physical evidence to back up these claims of an ancient continent under the Pacific Ocean? Or should these lost homeland stories be interpreted in another way entirely, perhaps as the symbol of a mythical vanished Golden Age of man? The land of Mu does not actually have a particularly long history, nor is it mentioned in any ancient mythologies, as some writers have suggested. The title Mu originated with eccentric amateur archaeologist Augustus Le Plongeon (1826-1908), who was the first to make photographical records of the ruins of the archaeological site of Chichen Itza in Yucatan, Mexico. Plongeon's credibility was badly damaged by his attempted translation of a Mayan book known as the Troana Codex (also known as the Madrid Codex). In his books, Sacred Mysteries Among the Mayans and Quiches (1886) and Queen Moo and the Egyptian Sphinx (1896), Plongeon interpreted part of the text of the Troana Codex as revealing that the Maya of Yucatan were the ancestors of the Egyptians and many other civilizations. He also believed that an ancient continent, which he called Mu, had been destroyed by a volcanic eruption, the survivors of this cataclysm founding the Mayan civilization. Plongeon equates Mu with Atlantis and states that a "Queen Moo," originally from Atlantis, traveled to Egypt, where she became known as Isis, and founded the Egyptian civilization. However,Plongeon's interpretation of the Mayan book is considered by experts in Mayan archaeology and history as completely erroneus. Indeed, much of what he interpreted as hieroglyphics turned out to be ornamental design.


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