Please some insight a reading from Hans if you can?
I was needing some insight on a possible new relationship,
my birthdate is 3/28/66 5:24, his is Nov. 30th, 1967.
I had been in a long term relationship with a very controlling Cancer,
so much so I am still finding out who I am and what I am wanting out of life,
This man is such a kind person who I have known for 4 years, just thought I would ask what
you could read into this??
Many thanks, as I know that you always have alot going on!
I was needing some insight on a possible new relationship: you think that outside are so many people clinging to you.
my birthdate is 3/28/66 5:24: this speaks of changes and restlessness in your heart which can manifest in many ways. At the deepest level, you will probably be feeling a dissatisfaction with your current relationship or home situation and desire some sort of change. There is always the chance of a separation or divorce with someone you love, but there is an equal possibility that you will be taking a trip or moving to a new home. The highest manifestation is that of going out and meeting new people, telling others about what you are doing and who you are. You can make important contacts.
what you could read into this?? first you need more clarity, who you are and what you are wanting out of life.
Who is going to change? Everybody thinks
somebody else is responsible.
One of India's great emperors was Akbar. There is an
incident in his life recorded in AKBAR MAMAZ -- "the
biography of Akbar."
One day he was just chit-chatting with his
friends.... And he had around him the very best,
wisest, most creative people chosen from every part of
His court jester was standing just by his side.
By the way, you should understand it: in all the
courts of all great emperors there used to be a jester,
whose whole function was to keep the court from
becoming too serious, to keep the court light, playful
-- once in a while, an explosion of laughter.
It was a great insight to have a court jester, and he
used to be one of the wisest men of those days --
because it was not an easy phenomenon.
Birbal was Akbar's court jester. And as they were
discussing, Akbar slapped Birbal -- for no reason at
Now you cannot slap the emperor back, but the slap
has to go somewhere -- so he slapped the person who was
standing next to him.
Everybody thought, "This is strange!" There was no
reason in the first place. Suddenly, as if a madness
had got hold of Akbar, he slapped poor Birbal. And that
man is also strange. Rather than asking, "Why have you
slapped me?" he simply slapped the man who was standing
by his side!
And that man, thinking perhaps this was the rule of
the court, slapped the next person. In a chain, it went
all over the court.
And you will be surprised: that night, Akbar's wife
slapped him! And he said, "Why are slapping me?"
She said, "That is not the question; a game is a
He said, "Who told you that this is a game?"
She said, "We have been hearing the whole day long
that a great game has started in the court. The only
rule is you cannot hit the person back, you have to
find somebody else to hit. And somebody has hit me --
so your slap has come back to you, the game is
In this big world, thousands of insane games are
going on, and we are all participants -- of course in
very small measures, according to your capacity. But
remember, the slap is going to come back to you sooner
or later. Where else will it go?
Whatever comes to you, remember, it is your doing.
Dear Hans, alot to ponder, you are so insightful, thank you so much!
Mr. and Mrs. Polite live in a nice big house in
Propertown, U.S.A. And they are really polite. When
Mrs. Polite brings Mr. Polite his dinner, he says,
"Thank you so much, darling."
And Mrs. Polite says, "Oh you are so welcome,
sweetheart. Actually, I should thank you for being such
a lovely husband to serve."
Then Mr. Polite says, "No, I should doubly thank you
for being such a lovely wife ...." And so on.
Anyway, they are all so polite that one evening Mr.
Polite sees a lonely middle-aged fellow standing in the
rain. Politely, he invites the stranger into the house
for a nice, hearty meal. Two hours later, Mr. Polite
stumbles across the stranger making love in the hallway
to their lovely daughter, Pussy Polite.
Upon seeing this, Mr. Polite says, very politely,
"Pussy, dear, where are your manners? Arch your back
and help the gentleman to get his balls off this cold
P u s s y