The Meaning of Yuwmah
Ancient Yuwmahn Credo
The Nature of Yuwmahnism
Overview of the Yuwmahn Compendium
THE YUWMAHN DISCOVERY SERIES
Journey to Yuwmah
Return to Yuwmah
Reflections of a Yuwmahn Life
The Travels of Wallam Nagi
THE YUWMAHN SAGE SERIES
Seven Conversations of Happiness
The Wisdom of Udhu the Fisherman
The Yuwmahn Way
THE YUWMAHN WISDOM SERIES
The Yuwmahn Manifesto
Lectures On Life
A Yuwmahn History Of the World
From the Author
About the Author
Books By John Saomes
Welcome to the world of Yuwmah. This book of Ten Yuwmahn Beginnings offers a brief introduction to each volume of The Yuwmahn Compendium and an overall picture of the nature and depth of the Yuwmahn concept.
The main intention of each volume of the Yuwmahn Compendium is to promote thought and discussion of our human potential: the nature of our earthly home, the life we might live, the world we might create for ourselves into the future, and the legacy we might leave to the generations who follow.
The books of the Yuwmahn Compendium have as their central theme the pursuit of human happiness for every individual, family, and community. Collectively the Yuwmahn canon addresses the greatest philosophical questions of all time:
As the author, it is my intention that the central characters pass no judgement of anyone. Their purpose is to explore and document the arguments and options, and nothing more. Through their eyes the reader is taken on a voyage of discovery: a reflection of the past, a reassessment of the present, and onward to a frank re-evaluation of our future potential as humans. Ultimately, the reader must draw their own conclusions, settle their own minds, and formulate their own values.
~ John Saomes
Yuwmah means ‘place of yuwm’ — a physical location and much more.
Yuwm is a feeling, a state of mind, and a condition of the heart and soul.
Yuwm connotes a peaceful coexistence, a harmonious relationship, a timeless balance, a natural outcome, and a perfect blend.
Yuwm is visible in the changing of night to day and in the relationship between the earth, sun, moon, and stars.
Yuwm exists at the horizon where the land meets the sky, where the oceans meet the shore, and where rivers meet the sea.
Yuwm symbolises peace, love, harmony, and contentment, and characterises the highest degree of human happiness.
… And for many inhabitants of planet earth — Yuwmah signifies ‘home’.
ANCIENT YUWMAHN CREDO
All to be mindful of others…
~ learn caring
All to help each other…
~ learn sharing
All to listen to parents…
~ learn respect
All to honour elders…
~ learn wisdom
All to speak quietly…
~ learn gentleness
All to be kind…
~ learn patience
All to find peace together…
~ learn love
To be Yuwmahn is to live at the very pinnacle of human potential: to be totally free, to be undefiled by the corruption of the world, and to be the master of one’s own destiny.
A Yuwmahn is essentially a highly evolved human whose mind and body have transcended all normally accepted human limitations to become a more refined person of boundless capacities and unlimited potential.
Every Yuwmahn takes personal responsibility for the condition of their own soul, while remaining subject to their family for discipline and guidance, and accountable for their actions to the entire Yuwmahn community.
Every Yuwmahn family contributes equitably and generously to support the whole community to ensure they remain self-sufficient and self-sustaining.
Every Yuwmahn community is founded for the edification of like-minded individuals who uphold the right to enact local laws to cater for the specific needs and expectations of their particular group, and to enforce such laws as they see fit. Every individual has the opportunity to vote on all issues of legislation as part of a truly democratic system of government.
Collective happiness is the central tenet and the most fundamental focus of all Yuwmahn life and endeavour. To feel Yuwmahn or to be in a Yuwmahn state is to be clean and pure of heart and mind, at peace with one’s self and the world, and to blend harmoniously with nature and the environment.
Yuwmahns move invisibly around the earth doing good, helping others, fighting for right, defending the innocent, and quietly making the world a better place for every living creature.
… For so it was, and so it is, and so shall it be.
The Yuwmahn Compendium comprises three distinct series of books that expound different aspects of Yuwmahn teachings and philosophy:
•The four books of the Yuwmahn Discovery Series highlight aspects of the Yuwmahn story through the eyes of the central characters. Their personal accounts disclose the basis of living a Yuwmahn life and highlight the application of Yuwmahn principles in daily living.
•The three books of the Yuwmahn Sage Series delve into the writings and wisdom of Yuwmahn sages through the centuries. This series includes timeless words from The Wisdom of Uhdu the Fisherman, and an in-depth analysis of man’s search for what is termed the ‘most elusive treasure of all’ in Seven Conversations of Happiness.
•The three books of the Yuwmahn Wisdom Series are ancient Yuwmahn texts highlighting specific aspects of the Yuwmahn beliefs; each one providing a reference to the source, meaning and history of the Yuwmahn way. For example, The Yuwmahn Manifesto provides an open declaration of the Yuwmahn ethos. Every aspect of Yuwmahn life and governance is examined and compared to the outside world with stark and intriguing conclusions. In similar fashion, Yuwmahn Lectures On Life contains the texts of a series of lectures given in the Great Hall of the Palace of the Kings in the city of Yuwmah by several noted Yuwmahn orators. A Yuwmahn History Of The World begins with the creation story and follows the ascent of man through the centuries.
The books of The Yuwmahn Compendium invite discussion at the highest level as they challenge significant aspects of the world we’ve created at the dawn of the twenty-first century. Through the course of each volume, the reader is asked to reflect upon their own values and reassess their own lives, to consider the people we want to become and the nature of the world we might build for ourselves and leave for future generations.
To those who have a burning desire to change the world and themselves for the better, the books of The Yuwmahn Compendium, as introduced through this volume of Ten Yuwmahn Beginnings, offer frank insights for a brighter world and a better ‘you’.
In the first volume, Journey to Yuwmah, we meet John Saomes, an intrepid journalist who sets off into the wilderness of South America in search of an untold story. There he meets Mahonri, a perceptive old sage from the city of Yuwmah, an ancient civilisation hidden away from the world for thousands of years.
As Saomes explores and documents the Yuwmahn teachings and beliefs, he uncovers timeless wisdom and a deeper understanding of man’s search for happiness, learns the path to personal enlightenment, the profound power of the Five Pillars of Universal Wisdom, the secrets of eternal life, and rejoices in the rejuvenation of body, mind, and spirit.
And so the story begins …
The personal experiences of the central characters in the following four books highlight aspects of Yuwmahn life and philosophy. Each book invites the reader to consider new and better ways for mankind to live.
I am Mahonri, son of Melesch and Tepa.
Welcome to Yuwmah!”
Our tiny plane buzzed between snow-capped peaks and sheer cliffs, its wings possessed by a primitive and all-powerful urge to reach out and make contact. The young pilot wrestled violently with the controls and swore aloud. A dense layer of cloud draped over the mountaintops, trapping us deep in the rugged gorges below.
I peered out the icy window, teeth clenched against the blustering bursts of exquisite fear. The scenery was breathtaking — the experience overwhelming. Through the course of the morning we had flown so far from civilisation — so very far into the unknown.
Wisps of frosty mist rose like faint ghosts against the timeless backdrop to meet the churning weather above. As I watched their haunting progress, my baffled brain struggled to understand how such splendour had remained hidden from the probing eyes of modern science for so long. Ours was a time in history when mankind boasted unprecedented understanding of every earthly aspect, yet my exhaustive search of the world’s greatest repositories of knowledge netted not a single jot or tittle of the magnificence before me. I could only conclude we were the first humans to see these majestic wonders up-close.
For this reason I had once again chosen to travel halfway around the globe in search of an untold story. Ancient antiquities were the flavour of the month, so why wouldn’t we follow the crowd and cash in on the new-found curiosities while there was an easy dollar to be made? After all, wasn’t that what life was about?
My latest assignment was without doubt a once in a lifetime opportunity, even for a seasoned freelancer such as I. The usual risks and dangers associated with such madcap adventures weighed dimly, but the chance to be the first to explore the unknown and observe a phenomenon surviving in isolation for perhaps thousands of years was a rare opportunity.
Our studies of satellite images from a remote region of South America showed a scattering of sizeable constructions strewn randomly through deep mountain passes.
“I want you to go there and bring back a story,” muttered my editor without emotion.
I smiled my acceptance. With a brief nod the deal was struck. From the beginning the support team met the project with spirited enthusiasm. As usual they looked forward to a few days of overseas travel with perks aplenty and a sizeable dose of adventure along the way. Despite their excitement, I was well aware that a human-interest story such as this one would barely make the evening news. In the greater scheme of things this was probably destined to be little more than a low-key assignment, especially if we found nothing of significance.
As for me, initially I looked forward to a change of scenery, but as time wore on I was having second thoughts. I was outwardly excited to be doing something different again, but in secret, the closer we came to departing, the more I was tiring of the whole business.
Upon further reflection, I considered how comfortable and disinterested I’d become, hidden away from the world in my luxury penthouse, surrounded by my many symbols of success and international acclaim. At this stage of my career, the thought of trekking through mosquito infested wilderness and sleeping on the ground was without appeal. Then again, time away from the daily drudgery of deadlines and the constant squabble of tawdry office politics might be just what I needed to re-ignite a spark of ambition.
As the preparations drew to a conclusion, my participation was lukewarm at best. In fact, I’d almost decided this would be my last foray into the great unknown, that my time had come to wind down and prepare for early retirement. I’d accumulated more money than I could ever spend, so what was the point of doing more?
But as we bounced around in terrible turbulence and challenged every law of aeronautical physics to remain airborne, my only hope was to live long enough to get there. I can still recall the feeling that if we should survive to tell the tale, any story — no matter how earth-shattering — would be but a small bonus. An irrepressible voice inside my head screamed in terror, “Oh God, if you’re out there, please save my sorry soul!”
A loud call from the cockpit interrupted my nightmare.
“Hey! Almost there!” The pilot pointed to the GPS and watched the numbers count down to the pre-set grid reference. The plane burst out of the narrow gorge to hover over a deep valley. We peered below, intently scanning the scenery, but there was little to see through the late morning mist.
“We need to be lower!” I called back over the angry roar of the engines. The pilot leaned forward on the stick. Again I grasped the under-frame of my seat and grimaced as we plummeted hundreds of feet in a few short seconds.
At the bottom of our rapid decent I gathered my composure and looked out to survey the surroundings. Through the haze we could now make out the square boxes we’d come so far to see.
In quiet excitement I yelled to the pilot and pointed to my camera. He understood my intention and eased back on the throttle to slow our approach. We snapped a few shots on the first pass, but we were still too high to see clearly.
Gesturing again, I traced circles in the frosty air. The plane banked gracefully as we flipped around for a second run. This time I could make out small rectangles within the larger squares, giving the appearance of buildings connected by roads or waterways. Crops were also visible, indicating habitation and recent activity.
The plane was quite low for the final run. Our cameras clicked and whirred as we passed over several walled cities of considerable size. I could now see people and animals scurrying about like tiny insects. As I looked around the cabin to the members of my team, an air of excitement came over us and we laughed together.
“Looks like we have something to write home about after all!” I jested.
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This is my invitation to you —
to find the Yuwmahn nature within you,
to embrace it, to nurture it,
and return to it.
As I pause to watch the magnificent spectacle of sunset over the peaceful valley I call home, often my mind returns to Yuwmah, that magical paradise far away. I see myself climbing the steep stairs to the battlements by the south gate to gaze out over the fields to the wilderness beyond. I remember wandering the cobblestone streets past rustic mud-brick houses set against the ageless stone wall, or sitting among friends around stone tables enjoying wholesome foods, freshly prepared by loving hands in the nearby kitchen.
I imagine roaming the corridors of the Palace Library and breathing the intoxicating air of academia. How I loved to walk those hallowed halls where the energy of pure thought flows so freely like crystal clear water from an endless fountain of transcendent knowledge and wisdom.
Often my memory recollects a trove of inspiring conversations as we discussed the ways of the world, of how things are and how they ought to be. I can still hear those ageless Yuwmahn voices echoing inside my head, see the wizened faces, and sense the feeling that comes with having one’s mind enlarged and one’s soul nourished by simple truth.
John sat motionless on the long leather couch, staring wide-eyed out the window into the evening sky. He was home at last. The man had returned to his castle. He wriggled deeper into the softness of the cushions. Movement signified life. He moved again for further confirmation.
At the close of an amazing journey — what to do now? Should he unpack his suitcase? “No hurry,” he mumbled inaudibly. There was time for that later.
Did he feel like going out? Staying in would be wiser. He really should rest and regain his strength. Then again, he was restless and fidgety. A walk might do him good after hours of sitting in that infernal plane.
For a moment he decided to take a stroll into the night air. Staying in seemed wrong, as though he was hiding from something. What was he afraid of?
“How pointless and indolent life would be when there’s a whole world out there, but you’ve lost the desire to be part of it.” He closed his eyes tight, his body refusing to move — so he stayed in.
John fell back on the cold couch. Why did he come back to this — emptiness? Unfocused eyes peered around the plush apartment in disbelief. A barrage of unanswerable questions flashed through his muddled mind. Under the strong florescent lights he struggled to find answers for his pathetic situation.
Only yesterday he’d left Yuwmah — that wonderful, inspiring city far away, and flown all night and day across the expanse of the Pacific ocean, to his home in Brisbane, Australia. He was back to his old life and the old familiar haunts. Why did he feel such a stranger?
Why did he leave Yuwmah? He could have stayed. Perhaps he should have stayed … Life was perfect there. In the outside world — everything seemed different and not as it should be.
He heard a siren in the distance, a familiar signal of human tragedy, yet most people paid no attention. As long as the emergency didn’t impinge on their private lives, they didn’t care. For some unknown reason John moved to investigate. Standing on his lofty balcony and looking down into the busy street dozens of floors below, he watched the shiny cars crawling by, nose to tail like loitering elephants.
He looked out over the sea of lights. The night was closing in around him. Nothing was visible except the concrete towers with their rows of dimly lit balconies — just like his.
“What a jungle,” he thought. As he watched, the siren grew louder, his eyes straining to locate the flashing lights in the heavy traffic. “How could anyone find anything down there?” he muttered. “Best I stay in.”
He returned to the couch and sat poised on its edge, ready to jump up — as if he knew something was about to happen, or maybe he just wished for something to change. But nothing changed.
Toppling sideways onto the huge cushions he curled up, feeling the cold leather against his cheek. His mind swam in circles and found him back at the airport, lost in the rush of bodies packed shoulder to shoulder, pushing their way past the ever-threatening customs officers in their heavy drill uniforms and military boots. Behind their stone faces he saw the hoax — the weary human side of their authoritarian presence belying their true purpose. They were biding their time until the clock signaled their release, so they too could away and return to their normal suburban lives.
“They do it for the money, just like all the rest,” he frowned to himself. “That’s the only reason they’re here. Waiting for payday and killing precious time doing something they loathe. Such a waste.”
Out in the street the mass of humanity came and went in all directions, many dragging suitcases like dawdling children. A group of men walked hurriedly by dressed like penguins in dark suits, white shirts with red ties, and pointy black shoes that couldn’t possibly be comfortable.
The women presented themselves provocatively in tight-fitting low-cut blouses and butt-hugging skirts. Most teetered precariously in high-heeled shoes, every step awkward and painful, their eyes and lips painted like plastic zombies beneath masses of multi-coloured hair.
No one smiled or looked directly at anyone, as though everyone was a moving obstacle, a hindrance and a nuisance to be avoided.
Taxis flashed by in the crowded street, driving off into the night without acknowledging his flailing arm. Most were empty. Why wouldn’t they stop? Was he invisible?
Disheartened he stepped to one side of the thoroughfare and stared at the faceless figures pushing through the mindless crowd, stunned and desensitised without human emotion.
A security officer ambled past, looking blankly into space. John nodded to himself with the realisation that as long as you stayed between the yellow lines on the pavement, no one noticed you.
Eventually he caught a cab for home, driven by a young Indian fellow with a turban wrapped elegantly around his head. It was a frightful ride, sitting trapped inside the smelly cabin, tied to his seat by the compulsory seatbelt as the driver played chicken with the peak hour traffic along the motorway. Tiny orange flowers and religious icons regaled the dash of the taxi and sitar music blared as they wove from lane to lane at break-neck speed.
Arriving at his building, John looked up to the top floor, to the place he called home. His journey’s end had met with its beginning. The circle was finally complete. His only fanfare was a heavily accented ‘seventy-two dollars’ from the weary cabbie. He entered the foyer of the ghostly tower passing several familiar faces, but no one knew names and no one acknowledged him.
So there he was — laying in sad silence on his expensive leather couch, listening to the roar of the night through the half open patio door, feeling numb, sick, and horrid. Again he shuffled to the balcony and looked out at the world. The air was still and heavy. He winced, smelling the stench of exhaust fumes as they rose into the atmosphere past his sensitive nostrils. Peering down through the haze of pollution to the street below he watched the cars honking like angry beasts and cyclists risking life and limb to push their way through the chaotic madness.
“So this is what mankind has degenerated to,” he thought. “This is the world view of the pinnacle of human endeavour and achievement. What a feral species we are.”
His was an extraordinary life. Of this he was certain. Through the years of his turbulent existence he had challenged and triumphed while ordinary men stood silent. Nothing seemed impossible or out of his reach. No mountain was too high to conquer or too broad to dent his enthusiasm, and no man stood taller.
At least that’s how it was when he was younger and more ambitious. The last few years had brought a change. He realised that on occasion he was hesitant and holding back, slower to commit himself or jump to conclusions. Perhaps he was now more pensive and self-abasing, yet he remained unfettered or beaten down by a world of unyielding mediocrity.
His life was anything but mundane. He had sailed around the world and circumnavigated several continents. He had crossed their length and breadth by train and automobile, on motorcycle and horseback. He had bounced around the world with a sense of unrestraint few could imagine — living and breathing the culture wherever he went — sucking in every breath of fanciful adventure.
His was a beautiful world of brilliant light, and he too was beautiful. Not in the physical sense as an Adonis or a David, but as a vital member of the Yuwmahn race who was not afraid to step up and bite into any challenge without hesitation. His resolve to do good by all men was all-powerful — at least it used to be.
To him, life was precious and short. He counted his days by minutes and heartbeats, unlike the philandering time-wasters who willingly lost hours and weeks in pointless self-indulgence and mindless entertainment. He was not inclined to be idle or to expend a single ounce of energy on activities or conversations of no apparent value. Chatter and gossip were high on his list of the world’s greatest sins, as was wasting time and talent, and especially opportunity.
He had no inclination for petty indulgences. From a young age he was driven to greater aspirations, refusing to allow himself a single moment to wallow in personal pleasures that could not be carried with him longer than they lasted. Achievement was his drug. ‘Doing’ was his thing, and moving ever forward was his mantra. For most of his life the rivers of his imaginings had flowed freely to the seas of accomplishment. There was no meandering.
He was also not inclined to soppy reflection or despondency when things went awry. His mind was always alive with possibilities. He was not one for preconceived limits or bounds, an attitude that led to countless victories, despite the impossible odds. When most men had given up their quest, he had dug deeper and found treasure. Amid a battlefield strewn with casualties he often stood alone and victorious, looking down upon the war-torn landscape, littered with the remains of those who had tried and failed. That was the pattern of his life, to rise above the mediocre and triumph over the less ambitious.
Of course, these evaluations were only his own perceptions of himself. He was well aware that most of those who knew him would see him differently. That was their prerogative — to judge him by their own mortal standards and terms of engagement. But he dismissed their frank appraisals. He would never measure his life by the limited vision of others.
His own measures of living were distinct from anyone he had ever encountered. When it came to the truth, his version was often different, which led some to believe he lied. But it was never the case that he deliberately set out to mislead. It was more that there was so much to keep organised in his mind, that at times the order and sequence of events blended with similar memories.
His values too were different and more acute than worldly standards. He sought not for the praise of others, which was usual among men. In fact, he cared little what others thought. From the beginning he had set his own targets and measured his performance by his own considerations. If others thought his achievements were worthy of note, then so be it, but he kept his reflective commentary to himself, for only he truly understood the challenges and pressures upon him, or the burdens he quietly carried.
His was a closed and cloistered world that few were allowed to enter. Its complexity was governed by his own imaginings and perceptions. It was coloured by particular sources of luminary excellence, and brighter at times than a thousand suns, making the world outside appear dull and grey.
Yet for all his personal triumphs, he was ordinary to the average eye. Those who passed him in the street saw nothing remarkable in his persona or his outward appearance. He was not a tall or imposing man, and his features were not finely fashioned. In fact, in later years his youthful stocky frame and chiseled musculature had sagged and frumped unreservedly.
His eyes too had dulled, eyelids drooping down to show the invisible weight of regret that rode upon his hunched shoulders. For all his cleverness and good intentions, life had not always gone his way. There was a disappointment in his voice that few would recognise. He heard it often, which saddened him even more because he’d hoped for so much better.
In his mind, he had not failed at life — but at times, life and his fellow men had failed him. There had been pivotal moments when situations could have unfolded to his favour if only a few choice words had been forthcoming from those who should have known better. But despite his expectations, those who mattered had held their silence, and to his frank disgust the ensuing situation had soured and the carnage had been unnecessarily extensive. By his reckoning, he had faced more than his share of turbulent times and carried more than the usual weight of sorrows.
“Oh, but the victories!” he murmured. There had been so many. Throughout that sultry April morning these thoughts drifted through his mellowed mind as he sat looking to the horizon. The view was heavenly, stretching far beyond the borders of the world he knew well. He sat there often, sometimes slumped in anguish as he considered his plight: in frank reflection of days gone by or consumed in quiet contemplation of the years ahead.
He was entering a difficult stage of life. He felt more delicate and fragile now, less robust and resilient than in times past. The current season was particularly complex because it would require patience and courage rather than brute strength or cleverness to navigate. He was growing older and the certainties of the years ahead had begun to distress him.
Along the highways and byways of that never-ending road we call life, I’ve found much that is remarkable in our wonderful world. But there is also a dark side to human nature — a raw underbelly of ugliness that is ever-present, that no one can ignore and few can rise above. We may strive to turn away and hide, but we can never escape it — for it is part of us until death. We cannot separate ourselves from that malevolent aspect of our character no matter what we do.
Hidden among the shadows of every neighbourhood are the rancorous characters: the misfits, the psychopaths and criminals, the extremists, the dropouts, the deadbeats and the fringe dwellers. These social outcasts try to survive as best they can, living by their wits. The world at large has denied them a normal life because they don’t fit into regular society. They’re too different — and the unkind world and their own sad imaginings have silently cast them aside.
People seek for perfection, for uniformity and beauty. Ugliness is covered up or hidden away wherever possible. Those who aren’t quite right, who stand out from the rest, are shunted to the margins where they’re not so noticeable. I know this because I am one of them.
I am Wallam Nagi, son of Atala and Limu of the city of Yuwmah. Through the course of my days I have traveled far from the land of my childhood to explore the ways of the world. My experiences beyond the walled fortress of my home have been enlightening, yet perplexing. At times I’ve struggled to understand the absurdities of human nature and the foibles and frailties of men.
From the time of my birth, my head was larger than most, my face flat and my eyes wide apart. My parents loved me as they would any child they bore, but as I grew to my teenage years I felt the weight of being different, like a deformed ogre.
I knew from an early age that my afflictions set me apart because people stared. Most were kind, but somewhere inside I felt the cold reality of my misfortune. I never dated or married, and I had few friends. Too often my temper became as a raging lion, roaring inside my head, causing me to strike out at anything I found difficult to cope with. To this day I don’t know if those uncontrolled outbursts were part of my deformity or only a by-product of it. I think the latter is more likely because over time the roaring within has been muted as my soul has found peace.
I never felt alienated by the words or actions of others, but I knew I didn’t fit in or belong — and eventually I chose to alienate myself for the good of all, believing their lives were easier if they didn’t have to see me. This was the state of my heart and mind when I ventured out into the world for the first time, and it remained the case for many years until I learned better.
By the Gregorian calendar I was in my early twenties when I left my home in Yuwmah. I had grown to be stocky and solid. I was shorter than many in the west, though taller than most Asians. My hair was always long, thick, and black. At the insistence of my mother I tied it in a neat ponytail as many Yuwmahns do. As I matured, I chose to wear a rough beard that I could never keep tidy.
At my first opportunity in the outside world I ditched my Yuwmahn clothing in favour of the globally ubiquitous ‘street gear’. I came to prize my black leather jacket, worn over T-shirts with black jeans and multi-coloured basketball shoes. Finding the right size for my build though, was quite a challenge.
I guess I looked like any young punk in any tough neighbourhood. But that was on the outside. Inside, my head and my heart were typically Yuwmahn. I spoke many languages with varying degrees of fluency and I was well grounded in history and international affairs. I excelled in the art of self-defence and hand-weapons. I was strong and fast, and furious when I felt the need, and merciless against those who made trouble for me or anyone who hadn’t asked for it.
In some places I was referred to as a vigilante because the urge to right the scales of justice burned hot within me, but I hope I’ve always shown mercy to anyone who deserved it and compassion to those in genuine need. Generally speaking, most people I encountered came to see me as the ‘good guy’, and that’s how I saw myself. But I was no Robin Hood, no political revolutionary, or ‘rebel without a cause’. It was more a matter of living close to my Yuwmahn values and never cowering away from conflict or failing to defend an ideal that was worth fighting for.
I think I broke my mother’s heart when I announced I was leaving home to travel the world. As I ventured forth, I determined that my progress would be a voyage of discovery. I set my mind to understand the known and the unknown, and along the way I tried to promote and support the good and do my best to overthrow the bad. Thus I set off to seek out the places and people who might teach me the better ways of man and of God, that through my own deliberate choosing I might find peace in this world and a greater sense of hope in the world to come.
And so my journey began.
The following three books contain the writings and teachings of Melesch of Yuwmah and his son Mahonri. Both men rose to prominence in the Yuwmahn community because of their profound wisdom and knowledge.
Each has written extensively, expounding the mysteries of life and the natural world. Widely regarded as wise men, the title of Yuwmahn sage was conferred upon each, and they were much sought after for guidance and advice. These are their words. May they be received as pearls of wisdom and spoken with the utmost respect and gratitude.
Each commentary cited hereafter is an excerpt from conversations and writings of Master Mahonri of the city of Yuwmah. These words remained secret from the greater world until they were passed to me prior to Mahonri’s death, with the express wish that I make them known after his passing.
Therefore I make this record that it might come forth in the last days to be as a voice of encouragement and warning to the whole earth: that those who seek for truth may be edified, that those who search for understanding may be enlightened, that those who are lost may find their way anew, that all who read and ponder these teachings may be drawn to greater happiness.
Become the Author of your Own Happiness
I remember with such clarity, a balmy afternoon, sitting with Mahonri on the high wall that skirts the city of Yuwmah. We had watched the magnificence of the sun sinking behind the towering mountains to the west, and moments later turned our eyes to witness a glorious full moon spilling over the horizon to the east. Two such heavenly phenomena so close together made for a wondrous sky with colours imaginable only from an artist’s pallet.
We had spoken of many things that afternoon as we watched the celestial pageant unfold around us. I sat like a child at the feet of one whose wisdom I cannot begin to measure, my ears strained to take in his every utterance.
“Man’s search for happiness is a common thread uniting all of humanity,” Mahonri began. “If we are to find the level of happiness we crave, we need to take action to seek it out, for rarely will we find it without looking. From a Yuwmahn perspective, in our personal lives, in our homes and neighbourhoods, and all around the world, human happiness must become the main focus and the ultimate purpose of all we do and say if we are to find inner peace. Happiness is available to all if they seek the path that leads to it. To find the path and learn to follow it is the greatest and most noble purpose of life!”
“Everyone wants to be happy. Every soul born of woman shares that common desire. But for most, this world is not so kind. Happiness has become a fleeting thing, a rare and precious commodity that most will never find in its fullness. Indeed, I believe that most people are destined to experience only a faint shadow of the real thing.”
“It is a sad fact that the world which most will come to know is not interested in human happiness. Mankind has made incredible advancements in science and technology, but ultimately we have not built a better world. Only in God and nature do I find perfection and majesty. Most of the things of man are a pale imitation at best,” he muttered.
I saw him surveying my questioning face as he continued gently. “It is human nature for good people to see the best in things, just as it is human nature to desire to be happy. But for most of the world’s inhabitants, both man and beast, perfectness and peace and true happiness are rare and momentary.”
“Are things really so bad, Mahonri?” I asked.
“Oh yes,” came his quick reply. “And worse than ever before.”
I reflected on his answer as we sat in silence and stared into the heavens. Stars magically appeared before our eyes, sparkling down in glorious wonderment.
“I know there are many periods of human history where injustice and persecution were commonplace, where particular groups were forced into terrible situations — but is our modern era really among the worst of them?” I queried. “Are we more unhappy now than we’ve ever been?”
The aged man considered my question and I could feel him assembling his response as he leaned forward and folded his hands. Then with a thoughtful expression he began to speak:
Extract from The Secret Teachings of Mahonri
We live in a peculiar time in history where the best of things and the worst of things go hand in hand. Almost nothing is black and white. All we have now are many shades of grey. Over the past few decades the two extremes have become so entwined that it’s difficult to see them for what they are. The days of being governed by social norms and moral imperatives have passed and today’s world finds itself in a state of constant reform towards ends that are often untried.
The very foundation of every society around the globe is trembling as the fundamentals of their traditional way of life are lost or changed. Long standing laws, codes of conduct and morality, even our sense of justice and equality are constantly challenged and reinterpreted to embrace the new thinking.
The struggle between good and evil goes on as it always has, but evil is now disguised as good like never before, and good is often shunned because it’s considered too old fashioned and behind the times. So evil prospers while the good is condemned, mostly by those who profit from the deception, and simple truth is overthrown and replaced with a watered down version of legislated decrees, legal interpretations, and quasi acceptability.
Likewise, happiness is becoming watered down as the people of the world are relentlessly pressured into accepting a lesser degree of happiness. The global meddling by those who seek wealth, power, and control, is greater and more far-reaching now than in times past, and the people are more manipulated than they realise.
But despite the social upheaval around the world, one thing should remain crystal clear. Happiness in all its manifestations should be the central focus of every home, every community, and every society. Yet for the most part, the happiness of the people isn’t a consideration. Decisions affecting the human condition are now driven by economics at virtually every level.
If our world was designed for our happiness, it would be a very different place, and we would be heading in a different direction. You see, around the globe, costs and profits come first. Human life is governed by the needs of commerce and tied to the wheels of industry. Most people have forgotten that finding and experiencing happiness is what life should be about, or perhaps they never knew.
There is so much struggle in the world today that robs us of the opportunity to be happy. Individual and collective happiness is what matters most, and should be considered as the basis of every policy, law, and decision. But unfortunately, in our current world, human happiness is rarely on the agenda. In fact, it barely rates a mention. We know it shouldn’t be that way, but no one seems to know what to do for the better.
Once the world wasn’t as it is now. On many fronts we’ve managed to rise out of the darkness of ignorance into the light of understanding. But when we look at what matters most, we quickly realise that mankind with all his technology has failed to make the world better. In many ways we’ve ruined what was once good and replaced relative contentment with deepening sadness and ongoing stress.
The current social systems and practices around the developed world are deeply flawed and are not conducive to human happiness. Most of the world is locked into a capitalist economy so the basis of life is the struggle for money. Sadly, most people are consumed with the need to merely survive: to find unpolluted water, sufficient food, and adequate shelter to sustain life.
To further complicate the problem, once their basic needs are met, many are more concerned with the desire to appease their habits and addictions than with achieving the fundamentals of a satisfying life filled with love, peace, personal growth, and happiness. In many places around the world it appears that people no longer have a clear understanding of what happiness really is or how to find it. In those rare moments when they have time to seek out a little happiness, they look in all the wrong places.
For far too many, the human experience is not of their own making and is definitely not pleasant because it revolves around the need to constantly work. As part of the capitalist system people must work for most of their lives. Because of this they have lost the right to choose their own course and to live their life as they see fit. Clearly, this is not as it should be.
Every person must decide how they want their world organised and set about to make it so. Only then will they find true happiness. But that is just the start. Once an individual takes an active role in creating and finding their own happiness they inevitably find the need to consider their friends and neighbours.
Along the way they realise the necessity of contributing to make the world a better place, both for themselves and for those around them. When we set out to help each other, the real magic begins! The world changes in a synergistic way that edifies all who participate, and countless others. If everyone does just a little to improve their own life and gives a little thought to the needs of others, the collective overflow becomes an avalanche. This is the greatest secret ever discovered. It is the hidden doorway to a greater feeling of happiness than most could ever imagine.
Five Sources of Happiness
There are five main sources of happiness we can identify and measure that have a profound effect on us. When combined with others they bring about an even more powerful outcome.
The five main sources of human happiness are: Pleasure, Security, Achievement, Freedom, and Self-Respect. It is important to understand that each source in this list is arranged in a particular order or hierarchy. As we progress through the hierarchy, we move from lesser, more shallow and temporary sources of happiness to those that provide deeper and longer lasting joy.
The higher up the ranking the source of happiness is found, the greater the degree of happiness we experience. At the lowest level we start with simple pleasure and move up to self-respect, which is the greatest source of all.
1. Pleasure — To Be Pleased
When we satisfy a basic need, even temporarily, we feel a degree of pleasure. Hunger and thirst are two such examples. If we eat a meal we will feel pleased. After a long walk, a pleasant drink is most refreshing. In both instances pleasure is derived because a fundamental need is being satisfied.
We also feel pleasure when something turns out well. Sports fans experience pleasure when their team wins. We are pleased when we feel physical pleasure or when we’ve avoided something unpleasant. We can also be pleased to be somewhere interesting or to find ourselves in enjoyable company or pleasant surroundings.
Gifts, toys, material things, and fun activities bring us immediate pleasure. People, especially those we love and care about, can be a huge source of pleasure to us. Physical and emotional pleasures are the sweet things of life, even though they may only last a moment.
While we are experiencing any form of pleasure we are feeling some degree of happiness. Unfortunately most forms of physical and emotional pleasure are shallow, short-lived, and quickly forgotten, and may be easily overshadowed by unpleasant thoughts or memories.
Each year our whole village holds a huge festival to mark the arrival of the spring rains. It is a time of celebration, which is the source of much pleasure, but there is more significance to the spring rains than mere pleasure alone. The rain brings with it an expectation that our food supply will be ensured for another year. That increased sense of security brings with it a much higher level of happiness.
2. Security — To Feel Secure
When the pleasures and good things in our life are permanent and secure rather than temporary or in constant jeopardy, we draw greater happiness from them. This is particularly so of our basic human needs such as food, shelter, and companionship. When our needs are satisfied we feel pleased. If there is permanence in our situation and we can foresee our basic needs being satisfied into the future, we feel more secure and much happier.
Being with those whose company we enjoy is a tremendous source of pleasure, but feeling secure in our relationships is one of the most powerful sources of happiness we can ever experience. Many people are totally distraught as a result of a relationship break-up, often to such a degree that they feel they can’t go on. As humans, we have a basic need to have people around us and to be a part of a wider community. Too much time alone can be debilitating. Loneliness is one of the worst feelings we may ever experience.
When we feel secure at home, at work, or within our social group, the satisfaction builds and we begin to feel more content within ourselves and with the world around us.
3. Achievement — To Achieve
Our achievements can be one of the most enduring sources of happiness. There is a degree of happiness that comes to us when we feel secure, but that depth of happiness is shallow compared to the feelings associated with reaching higher levels of accomplishment or increasing our capabilities. Indeed, we may risk or compromise our security in order to reach new heights of success. For this reason achievement is ranked higher than security on the ‘sources of happiness hierarchy’. For example, many may risk their lives to stand upon a mountaintop. When we look back on the effort, struggle, and self-discipline required to reach the summit, the sense that we’ve achieved something great can be quite overpowering.
Eventually though, we want to improve and do better, no matter what level of accomplishment we find ourselves at. Learning a new skill such as tying our shoes can bring considerable happiness, especially in the beginning. When we learn more about something or increase our understanding, this often brings further happiness. Any sense of achievement, no matter how small, is not easily forgotten because it remains an ongoing source of happiness as we bask in the afterglow of achieving something satisfying.
Praise and acknowledgement from others are a natural consequence of our achievements and bring immense pleasure. Compliments enhance that ‘feel good’ sensation if we feel we deserve it, but knowing within ourselves that we’ve done well serves to boost our self-esteem and self-respect in a far more powerful and long lasting way.
When we achieve any level of accomplishment we feel happy, but the greater happiness comes when we help others to achieve. As we reach out to those around us and lift them up or propel them forward, we revel in the joy of their achievement as well as our own.
[_4. Freedom — _]continued in [_Seven Conversations Of Happiness … _]coming soon.
There is a secret place inside each of us where we go to hide from a troubled world and rest in blissful peace — a place of solace and refuge where all is perfect, unsullied by earthly stain or corruption. We go there alone to sleep, to dream, to commune with God and Angels. This is our own piece of Heaven within — our Yuwmahn heart — the place we call home.
SEVEN ANCHORS OF LIFE
Secrets to Greater Health, Happiness, & Prosperity
Be pure of body and mind.
Be accepting of what life brings.
Be kind and respectful, and slow to anger.
Be quick to acknowledge the good in others.
Be humble and gently spoken.
Be persistent in righteous endeavours.
Be a friend to all.
Oh ye children of the earth, your bodies formed from the dust of nations, raised up by the hand of God your father and created in His image, both male and female; know ye that you are eternal spirits, born of heavenly parents, cast down from your celestial home to inhabit your tabernacles of clay, to dwell in the wilderness of this world that you might learn of yourselves to recognise and choose good over evil, or to perish in your wickedness. Oh how I mourn for thee.
I am Uhdu, your brother. Like you, my immortal spirit descended below the clouds to dwell in the mortal frame you see before you. As I write these words I am old and wiser for my years. Through the course of my life I have sought learning and wisdom which I now share, that by my words the struggling souls of the world might be lifted, that the weight upon their shoulders might be lightened, that the path before them might be made plain.
I am Uhdu, a fisherman. Each day I sit for hours while my baited hooks lay silent in the murky deep, observing the world around me as it plunges through the immensity of space. As I wait patiently for my next catch, I watch the people along the shore as they come and go, living their lives and creating their tomorrows, and I think my thoughts as I consider their ways.
On many mornings I have sat with my imaginings and watched the world awaken as the sun sent forth her brilliant rays to give warmth and light and life. Through many nights I have sat in subdued reflection as I watched the shining stars make their silent way in a huge arc across the brilliant sky.
Through my many days I have contemplated the minds of men, their words and their echoing voices drifting across the great waters. At closer quarters I watch their eyes and wonder at the stories told there to all who care to notice. I see their joy and pain, their victories and defeats, the truths and trials they battle, the lies they tell, and the faces they hide behind — and from afar I see into their souls.
When I was a young man I argued with my father because I resented his stern words as he struggled to curb my selfish appetites. With a sullen face I left my family home in rage because I could not have my way. I took my boat and sailed far down the river to a foreign land. As the sun sank into the shimmering waters, I found shelter from the teeming rain in a deserted boat-shed where I spent the night killing rats with a broken oar. The horrid creatures had abandoned the flooded village streets by the thousands to share my roof and dine on tangles of old rope while I hungered.
The next morning I fled that boat-shed and vowed never again to dwell with rats or to live in squalor — for I learned that they who live with rats also live like rats. I returned to my father’s house and told him of my experience, begging his forgiveness for my lack of respect and appreciation of all my home offered. His face showed forgiveness, for which I was grateful.
Through the rest of that day I set about cleaning and tidying the area I called mine, and the space around it, that I might never again live like the rats. That evening I ate politely and retired early to my warm bed. I lay there listening to the rain as it pattered on our rooftop, and I gave thanks for those who cared enough that they built this shelter from the storm and gave me a home within those humble walls.
Thus I learned humility and a level of respect and appreciation for that which matters most — the security of being part of a family who loves me. I also learned the value of kindness and forgiveness, two of the greatest comforts known to man.
I remember when I was a young boy a stranger came to Yuwmah. He had the appearance of a wealthy man, wearing fine clothes and smoking a foul smelling cigar. He was denied entry into the city because he had no escort, so he came down to the pier by the river where my father and I sat mending our nets. My father was teaching me about the movement of the sun as we laboured to sew while watching the shrinking shadows through the late morning.
The stranger came close to our boat and saw the fish we caught earlier.
“Hello there!” he greeted us. “Have you resigned your fishing for the day already?” My father indicated we had and that we would soon be going home to our family.
“It’s not yet the middle of the day. Why don’t you fish longer?” the stranger asked. “If you caught more fish, you could make more money.”
“More money?” asked my father, (knowing full well we have no use for money in Yuwmah).
“Oh yes!” came the answer. “You could put your extra money in the bank and allow it accumulate and gather interest, and after a few years of saving you could afford to buy an even bigger boat. Then you could go far out to sea and make even more money,” said the stranger.
“Even more money?” asked my father, holding back a smirk.
“Oh yes! Then you could buy a fleet of boats and employ others to work them for you and make even more!” replied the stranger. “And if you worked long and hard and were wise you could become a very wealthy man like me. You could buy a beautiful big house and have servants and live in luxury and have anything you want,” came the answer.
“And who would teach and care for my children while I was off making all that money?” asked my father.
“You could afford to send them to a most prestigious school where fine teachers would instruct them,” he said.
“Would the teachers love the children as I do?” my father asked.
“Well — no. But they are fine teachers, trained in the best universities in the land. There is much your children could learn.”
My father thought for a moment — then asked, “Would they teach my children to fish so they could provide for their families?”
“Well, no. But they would teach them other important and interesting ways to make money.”
My father was silent as he considered the stranger’s words. The stranger began to press his ideas and spoke harshly.
“Can’t you see that if you worked harder your children could live in a fine house and go to a fine school and become important people in the world?”
“My children are already important people,” my father calmly replied. “In fact to me, along with their mother, they are the most important of all, and too precious to be left with those who don’t love them while I am off working.”
Challenged by my father’s words the stranger burst out angrily, “You mock me Sir! Do you know who I am?”
“No Sir,” came my father’s reply. “Do you know who I am?”
“I am Thomas Balfour of the New York Balfours. I built the first railroad out of Boston,” he snapped.
“You built a railroad? All by yourself?” asked my father.
“Well — no! My workers and labourers built it. I own it!” came the raised voice, “And I am a very rich man because of it!” he exclaimed.
“Those who built the railroad — are they rich too?” asked my father.
“They were well paid for their efforts — but they receive no ongoing income,” came the reply. “As I said, I own it, so all the profits are mine.”
“You built nothing, but you receive all the profits forever more?” returned my father. “That doesn’t seem right!”
“I put up the capital, so I have ownership. That’s how the world of business works!” the man bellowed.
“Are you travelling with your wife and children?” asked my father.
“No,” came the reply. “My wife is back in Boston, and my children are at boarding school.”
“Well, perhaps I should tell you my name,” said my father. “I am Arata, son or Mechak and Uma of Yuwmah. I built this boat with my own hands, and my wife and children are here with me, so clearly I am among the wealthiest of all.”
“My home is not a grand mansion, but it is a safe and happy home. The fish I catch each morning are a generous contribution to the community table, which feeds us well and allows us to live in comfort and ease. In fact, I have everything I desire and our future is secure. But most of all, I tell you this; no amount of money would lure me away from those I love.”
At my father’s remarks the stranger strode off angrily. I heard him cursing as he stomped out of sight over the ridge of the riverbank.
“Are you almost done there?” asked my father. I nodded, and we put away our needles and went home for the rest of the day to be with our family and loved ones.
As we walked along the path to our home, my father spoke of the ways of the world. “There are many great lies in the world, my son. They are conceived and perpetrated by ruthless individuals whose sole purpose is to profit from the condition they create in the minds of those who are taken in by their lies. Like the Devil himself, they tell part-truths, or they disclose several truths to hide one simple falsehood. This leads the hearer to believe something that is fundamentally wrong.”
“Once deceived, that sorry soul becomes a follower of the great liars and an open supporter of the lies they spread. Unknowingly they enter a decadent world of paltry pleasures and ardent consumerism. As long as they hold to the lies, they remain captive to the frenzied hype of a money driven lifestyle. They are constantly encouraged to embrace a luxurious existence and pursue every form of vanity and carnal desire, to immerse themselves in a life of self-indulgence.”
“As eager participants in the ways of worldliness, they become unduly occupied with their appearance, embracing the frivolous follies of fashions and social mores. They dress themselves like court jesters and flamboyant flamingos, preening and pampering their bodies and their egos. They are seen to strut around — intoxicated by mind-altering substances, by the hysteria of their situation, and by their twisted sense of self-importance.”
“Worst of all, they come to believe that success is measured by monetary wealth — and that everything else comes second to acquiring it. To this end, people take advantage of those in need, hiring their services for a pittance and prolonging their poverty.”
“This is not as it should be, my son. No one should prosper from exploiting others. Those who do the work should receive an ongoing portion of the harvest. When someone does nothing more than finance a project he does not deserve to keep the profits for himself. This situation highlights one of the greatest evils the world has ever known.”
This book, the words and testament of Melesch, my father, son of Omar, a respected Yuwmahn sage, continues to be passed down through the generations as an eternal source of wisdom and inspiration. These pages set forth the teachings of the ages, articulating the seeds of enlightenment, and cultivating the universal principles of love, peace, joy, and understanding — to be as a fountain of pure knowledge to all who would read and learn from these timeless pages.
~ Mahonri — son of Melesch of Yuwmah
As I, Melesch, son of Omar, write these words, I look back upon a lifetime that will soon end. In my moments of reflection I wonder what might have been if only I had better understood my options at the crossroads of my earthly journey. A greater appreciation of life, love, and happiness could have made a telling difference to my choices and the path I chose to follow. And perhaps with a little encouragement, my journey may have changed from the uphill climb that was my way, to be as a stroll by the great ocean of never-ending joy.
The weight of my regrets falls heavily upon me to this very day as I remember the bitter consequences of my reckless choosing. At times I was wistful, careless, even arrogant — and blind to simple truths within my reach. If only I had been more astute and focused on the aspects of life that really mattered.
Through my years I saw others around me passing undeterred and unscathed through the minefields of daily living, never in doubt and rarely faltering. Perhaps their circumstances were different, but I think it was more the case that they listened evermore closely to those who had gone before them, who were wise with their words and more prudent in their choosing.
For me, the felicities of life were few. But to you, my fellow travellers, I offer these writings hoping they might provide a unique insight into the workings of the world and the passage of mortality. I pray that those who read these words be spared the struggles and strife lurking in the shadows at every turn. It is my undying wish they face life’s challenges with greater understanding as each one passes through this great journey of life.
I see struggle as an inescapable part of normal growth and development, especially for those who go their own way or follow unknown paths, who have no one to warn or guide them. With the benefit of hindsight I can honestly say that what we need most on life’s journey is a roadmap, that we might see the end from the beginning. And so, I write these pages that they might become as a compass through life, that those who study them may never feel lost or alone, that the dark shadow of regret may not cloak their minds or haunt their rest.
What follows are simple truths and fundamental themes — basic knowledge which became wisdom with the passing of time. As you apply these words to your daily walk, may your journey be joyful and filled with the choicest experiences of a purposeful life, and may each new day bring greater certainty and untold happiness.
We Are That We Might Have Joy
Life is a journey of specific length, measured by days and years or the passing of seasons. We know it as a sequence of events from the time of our birth to our inevitable death. The first Yuwmahn principle we apply to our life is that there can be joy in our journey if we make it so.
As a member of the human family you are distinct and different from all others — a unique being. As such you did not come into this world by accident or without purpose. Your life has meaning to those who created you and to those who will be influenced and affected by your words and deeds. In a very real way, your contribution to the life of those around you will change their destiny — just as they will change yours.
The flow-on effect of this truth presents you with choices. What kind of influence will you be and what voices will you listen to or reject? Very little of our time here on earth is fixed or set in stone. Life for members of the human family is such that each individual should be free to choose their options. You were born with the inalienable right to choose the path you will follow throughout your mortal sojourn: where you will live, how you will live, the effect you will have on others, and what your legacy might be when you depart.
Quite simply, all we have are the days of our lives. We can choose to waste them or determine to use them wisely. Likewise, the measure of our life is equally simple. Either the world becomes better as a result of your choices and actions, or it becomes worse.
It is impossible for anyone to pass through this world and leave no mark. Therefore everything we do or say through the course of our life will have consequences — either good or bad — for ourselves and the entire world.
The following three books form the framework of the secret wisdom of the Yuwmahn people, passed down from generation to generation through the eons of time. The teachings are secret because they are not known outside Yuwmah. Each book proposes principles for a better way of life and presents a blueprint of peace for the entire world.
These writings also challenge the reader to become an active part of the ‘Yuwmahn Revolution’ with a sacred promise of untold happiness to those who rise above the worldly ways…
Each volume exposes problematic elements of the current global philosophies and ideological pursuits, and highlights the lies and corruption of self-serving organisations and governments, laying bare the fundamental truths of the condition of our struggling and misguided planet.
bq. I envision a world where every man, woman and child is equal and free — where none shall take advantage, deceive or exploit; where all may work and learn according to their interests and values; where love shall heal and happiness abound, and none shall hunger or thirst, or be afraid …
The Yuwmahn voice calls to every land and people to abandon the current philosophies of the failing world and enter into a new social paradigm — the way to human happiness — to embrace the principles of Yuwmahnism and reject the enslavement and manipulation of Socialism, Capitalism and Humanism.
To combat the dire situation that mankind and planet earth are currently experiencing the Yuwmahns of the world have raised an ensign to the nations in the form of a The Yuwmahn Manifesto. This document is a clear and simple guide to a condition of individual and collective happiness, freedom, and prosperity — promoting a new era of profound peace, co-operation, and harmony, never before known among the inhabitants of the earth.
We, of the Circle of Philemon, believe and attest that the world can be changed for the better by changing ‘one person at a time’ — starting with ourselves. We further attest that there is a collective will and desire around the globe to do so. All that is required is a unified and comprehensive approach to positive action. The Yuwmahn Manifesto proposes such an approach, offering new hope to a lost and troubled world.
To the Yuwmahn mind, the greatest questions to be asked and answered are:
Yuwmahnism as an ethos has as its central construct the promotion of human happiness as the most fundamental purpose of life. The prime objectives of Yuwmahn aspiration are to advance the human spirit, to enlarge the human soul, to elevate the human condition, and to maximise the human experience. Nothing is more meaningful to the Yuwmahn people than those aspects of their daily walk that contribute to a greater sense of individual and collective satisfaction, contentment, and fulfilment.
The Yuwmahn Revolution began with one solitary soul who set out to bring about a better world. Today the revolution is real and on-going. Around the globe the collective consciousness of the people is awakening. Yuwmahn words and ideals are being spoken and acted upon. Gradually and without fanfare, the concepts of Yuwmahnism are finding new and greater meaning, transforming the entire planet and its people to a better and brighter condition.
Therefore, we call upon every person who reads these words to act upon them — to do all within their power to make the world a better place; for me, for you, and for every living creature.
This document was prepared and passed for distribution by members of the Circle of Philemon.
Melesch of Yuwmah
A Time Of Change Is Upon Us
There is a spectre moving over the earth; haunting the souls of every man, woman and child; whispering to a primal place deep inside their minds; calling every citizen to escape the shadow of worldliness and return to their natural roots, to re-establish and rebuild a social system and lifestyle which nurtures and complements the human spirit and ennobles the human character.
From a Yuwmahn perspective, the world in its current condition is foreign to us, and not designed to satisfy our most basic needs. As a species, we are not ‘at home’ in our present situation. The way of life that most people have been cajoled into adopting (by the few who stand to profit at the expense of the many) is not designed to maximise human potential or promote human happiness.
At the dawn of the twenty-first century, most of the world’s population have become little more than slaves or appendages to the machines they tend for their capitalist masters. The majority spend their lives working for a master/employer who takes of their efforts and makes for himself a life of luxury, while the workers are forced to live as slaves to a system that barely sustains them, where they must labour all the days of their life to merely survive. This condition highlights the inequality of humanity, which is not as it should be.
There has existed throughout the course of mans’ time on earth a human condition whereby the strong have enslaved the weak, and the rich have dominated the poor causing a class structure: ruling class and working class, the oppressors and the oppressed, the powerful and the powerless, the masters and the slaves.
In every society rulers rose to power because the system of the day allowed them to. From their high office of ultimate authority they set forth the conditions of life for the rest of the population. From such positions of influence they amassed considerable wealth and power, mostly through the efforts of their subjects who received very little for their contribution.
Wars have been fought locally and internationally for the right of domination and control by the few over the many. Soldiers through the centuries have been moved like pawns in a game of chess by those who would sacrifice them for personal advantage. Victory ensured greater control for the rulers, but in most cases nothing of any value was ever realised for those who fought and died.
The idea that the working classes come into the world with nothing and leave with even less has been a hallmark of social struggle throughout history. The ever-expanding union of workers has been ongoing, but the power of the ruling class has never allowed them to rise above their lowly social rank.
Over time the ruling classes have infiltrated every level of government and non-government organisation the world over, enacting and refining laws to control the masses and limit their ability to rise up beyond their imposed station.
We have witnessed the rise and fall of despotism, feudalism, nationalism, totalitarianism, fascism, and communism. Around the globe we see examples of egoism, legalism, egalitarianism, conservatism, materialism, existentialism, pragmatism, hedonism, humanism, humanitarianism, socialism, and capitalism, to name but a few.
Each of these ideologies or ‘isms’ has found a place among a segment of the populace for a time, but there is one ‘ism’ now looming that may surpass all that have gone before, with the potential to impact the entire world.
The epoch of Yuwmahnism is now upon us, with the potential to overthrow all other ‘isms’ before it, creating a new social order of peace, hope, and contentment never before experienced on planet earth.
As a complete and practical manifestation of eudaemonism (a system of ethics that promotes actions with the potential to enhance happiness), Yuwmahnism proposes to place human satisfaction, contentment, and fulfilment, at the heart of every decision and endeavour, to produce a world based on Yuwmahn principles for the betterment of all, where each individual may find their place, and each community is free to adopt the lifestyle most suited to their residents.
Under a Yuwmahn system, everyone is free to choose the kind of world they will inhabit and band together with other like-minded citizens to form unified and harmonious communities that reflect their particular wants and needs.
As such, each community would assume the right to establish local laws to suit its own citizens and to collectively enforce such laws as they see fit. This level of freedom has been denied to the citizens of the world by those in control, in favour of forced adherence to a uniform global society which all are expected to accept and fit into. Under the current system, no one is free to live as they would like, and none have the right to self-determination, which should be the most fundamental and inalienable human right of all.
By following the Yuwmahn way, every community can become unique. Under such a plan, each distinct group is free to choose how they will live and support themselves. This is freedom at the highest level, where everyone can become the masters of their own destiny and live according to the dictates of their own conscience.
The Ideal World
In an ideal world, children should be born into a situation of plenty, where food and water are abundant and of good quality, where accommodation is clean and comfortable, where unnecessary pain and suffering have been done away with, and where all may live safely in peace and without fear.
Unfortunately, the world that most find themselves inhabiting is nothing like this ideal. In many places food is scarce and of poor quality. Housing ranges from mansions with servants to a cardboard box or shanty. Ongoing pain and suffering continues to exist because mankind has not managed to do away with either.
Personal safety is becoming less prevalent as criminal activity increases exponentially. Terrorists continue to rage their unholy war upon every bastion of peace as they freely come and go wherever they choose. The threat of terrorism has become the most widespread and fastest growing concern of our time, afflicting innocent lives across the world.
Yet, despite the huge body of evidence to the contrary, we are constantly told by the United Nations (who propose to direct the course of the entire world and force nations to comply with their connivances) that international conditions are better now than ever before and humanity is better off today than at any other time in history.
Of course, the Yuwmahns of the world accept none of their assurances or declarations. In fact, the Yuwmahns have denounced U.N. activities and challenged its right to rule since its devious inception.
Meanwhile, the incessant global push towards a ‘One World Order’ continues to accelerate. To the Yuwmahn mind the United Nations is nothing more than a sinister and self-serving body controlled by an unqualified think-tank of unelected delegates of the global socialist elite.
The programmes and the organisations of the U.N. are financed by multi-national corporations, largely for their own benefit. This secret group of organisations is supported by traitorous governments who continue to surrender their sovereignty to the ‘International Community’ at the expense of the rights, freedoms, and customs of their own citizens.
Around the world there has always been an undercurrent of disenchantment with Capitalism because it sustains a system of ‘haves’ and ‘have nots’. Recently mankind reached a point where less than one percent of the world’s population owns and controls more than ninety nine percent of the world’s perceived wealth. This extraordinary situation exists at a time when more people are homeless, destitute, and without hope than ever before. Furthermore, the majority of the earth’s population struggle to survive day to day. Yet Capitalism is openly touted by the worldwide media as the best system for the progress of man.
Obviously a better system must be implemented if mankind is to elevate themselves from this dire situation. To this end, the Yuwmahn example has much to offer and the Yuwmahn revolution has begun, but the world can only become a better place if ‘we, the people’ take action and make it happen.
This book contains the texts of a series of lectures given in the Great Hall of the Palace of the Kings in the city of Yuwmah. The speakers are respected members of the Circle of Philemon, an independent ‘think-tank’ organisation founded several thousand years ago to further the ascent of man as the dominant species on planet Earth, to direct his future course for the benefit and betterment of all, to maintain harmony and balance within the natural world, and to hold mankind accountable for his actions.
Something To Believe In
Man’s search for meaning to his fragile existence has been part of every generation since the dawn of time. There is an undeniable need for a sense of direction and purpose to our daily living. Without a ‘reason why’ most seem to flounder and struggle to find a worthwhile lifestyle. Deep inside each one of us there is an inbuilt drive — an innate sense of motivation to be doing something purposeful with our life. But what?
To find answers to these all-important questions many turn to religion. Around the world today thousands of religious organisations propose a set of doctrines and beliefs that people can adopt to give them a sense of belonging, a connection with the universe, or a bond to the infinite. The crowning doctrines of any religion relate to the most fundamental questions of all:
Where did we come from?
Why are we here?
What is the meaning of life?
Today I propose to address this third question — the ‘meaning of life’.
We know that the meaning of life is a question that each of us needs to understand. As living breathing creatures we have the gift of life, but what does this mean?
First and foremost to our understanding is the concept that ‘to be alive’ is fundamentally different to merely ‘being’ or ‘existing’. Life is more than having mass and occupying space.
To exist as a lifeless form without conscious appreciation of our surroundings is to be an object of no particular capacity, to be acted upon but unable to act for itself. As living creatures, there is something more to our being that inanimate objects do not possess.
So we may pose the questions: what is life, where does it come from, and what happens when we die? If we are to attribute a ‘meaning to life’ let us first try to understand what it is we are giving meaning to. But is it possible for man to find such answers? Do we currently possess the tools and abilities to shed light on such questions?
When we ask “What is the meaning of life?” people tend to answer with words that are vague and nonspecific. ‘To be good’ — ‘to do right’ — ‘to find peace’ — ‘to love and help others’ are all well meaning answers, but they lack substance. If we change the question to “What does it mean to have life?” do we find the same answers?
If we begin our inquiry with the most fundamental questions, we may ask: ‘Where does life come from?’ ‘How do we create it or regulate it?’ And ultimately, ‘What is the potential of living things?’
The great scientific minds of the world have developed the ability to replicate a piece of bone and a lock of hair, and eventually they may build a simple cell. But we know with absolute certainty that at this time in history, man cannot create life or give life to anything that is dead. Quite simply, the essence that is the ‘life-force’ of all living things remains beyond man’s understanding.
Mankind has the ability to take life, and he can create life after his own kind by following a very simple reproductive process. We have also learned to genetically alter the nature of life forms that already exist and to control all other life forms for our own purposes. But the resounding truth remains — we cannot create life, and neither do we understand the transition from inanimate to living or from life to death.
So, it follows that the secrets of life are a black box to man; he cannot see inside. We should also understand that our ears and our brain allow us to hear and our legs transport us from place to place — but what is it that allows them to do what they do? If we are dead then we cease to move — and we presume the dead can no longer hear. All we know is that each of us who hear these words must have life to do so, because without life we aren’t capable of doing anything for ourselves.
Matter and Intelligence
Scientists almost universally agree that a living thing is created from matter, but are they completely correct in this assumption? Every cell in our body is capable of reproducing itself by way of chemical processes, but the combination of chemicals alone does not signify life. A living cell has intelligence because it performs a function, and it reproduces to create other cells similar to itself — as long as it has life. A dead cell can do none of these things even though it is chemically the same as the live cell. From life to death, something other than the chemistry has changed. But what?
The thinking mind will deduce that there must be more to a living cell than its chemical make-up. There must logically be something extra that differentiates a live cell from one that is dead, just as there must be something more to a body that is alive when compared to a body that is dead.
What changes from life to death, or what differentiates one from the other? The only obvious difference is that the live cell possesses and demonstrates a form of intelligence, because it acts and reacts to stimuli and circumstances. The dead cell does not.
What the source of intelligence is, we don’t know. Perhaps it might be electrical in nature or some form of magnetic field. Perhaps it is more akin to the ether that the ancient Greeks believed filled the universe. But whatever the source of intelligence is, not only can we not see, we also cannot define it or measure it.
Just like electricity or gravity, we can plainly see its effects. We know that matter is incapable of acting for itself, therefore something else must be added which causes it to act in an intelligent way – which gives it life.
Furthermore, when that ‘something’ is taken away, the once living organism is dead and can no longer act for itself. Yet, it is the same pile of chemicals it was when it was alive.
With these concepts as our foundation for further scientific examination I pose the following question, “Is it possible to deduce a simple formula for life?” I postulate the following answer.
Organised matter (molecules linked together to form a functional and independent entity)
an unknown source of intelligence
= a living thing.
In simplified form:
Matter + Intelligence = Life
What I am proposing here is that if we could take some matter and organise it in a specific way — and then proceed to apply something to it that gives it intelligence, we would create a living entity. Such an entity would be capable of acting for itself as an independent organism.
One fine morning I walked with my father in the great garden that was our home. And my father said, “Look, and see the works of my hands.” And I looked and saw the perfectness of heaven: the beautiful flowers, the forests, the trees and the fruit thereof, the grasses, and the multitude and variety of animals that grazed and roamed there, and my eyes were wide with awe at the wondrous diversity.
And I saw that the garden was beautiful because my father lovingly tended to every aspect, respecting the times and seasons of all things, pruning and rooting out that which had lived its life to the fullness of its potential, to make way for the next generation to come forth in all its glory.
For such was the pattern and the way under heaven of all things except man. But of man I learned there was no end because he was not limited by time, for he alone had the potential to live forever if he would only subject himself to the great plan of heaven and learn to walk in the way that was set down through the generations of the heavenly hosts.
And my father said, “All that you see before you will one day be yours if you will only learn the way which leads you to receive it. For behold, your mother and I will soon send you on a great journey from which you may never return. But know well that if you continue to call upon us, we will walk with you and watch over you, so you need never feel alone.”
As I considered my father’s words, I looked and beheld the vastness of the land and the magnificence thereof: the high mountains and green hills, the sweeping plains, the great rivers and small streams, the wonderful oceans, the wondrous sky, and the changing of the seasons.
“This,” said my father pointing, “shall be your inheritance, if you will only follow the path that leads to it — even to eternal life — for all who make their journey in the wilderness and find their way home shall inherit such as this.”
“But what if I should become lost in the wilderness, and my journey should take me to another place far away?” I asked.
“Then there shall be your home and your inheritance,” replied my father.
Later that morning I went to my mother and said, “Mother, will you send me away to wander in the wilderness, knowing I may never return?”
And my mother replied, “This must be — for you cannot dwell here forever in your innocence. You must go forth and learn for yourself the lessons of life.”
“For behold, your eyes are not yet open to pain and suffering. You cannot feel fear or heartache because you live in a place that is perfect. But without knowledge of pain and suffering and the troubles of the world, you cannot fully appreciate the perfectness of heaven, for all you have ever known is good, and there can be nothing here which is not good. Therefore, you must go on a great journey into the wilderness and encounter that which cannot be found here, and learn to recognise and choose the good from the bad for yourself.”
“And if you learn these things and do them well, you may return to the land of your inheritance and take your rightful place in the heavens, as a new generation of the Gods through all eternity.”
And so it was that I left my heavenly home and came to earth to dwell in the wilderness, that I might experience fear and sadness and pain and suffering, that I might be tried and tested in all things to see if I would choose good over evil, that I might qualify myself for the inheritance that awaits those who do not stray from the way of eternal life, that I may learn to be as the Gods of time and of all eternity.”
Like all the generations of the family of man, my parents were born into a heavenly home as spirit children to heavenly parents who had risen to a standard of perfection we term ‘Godhood’. My grandparents had qualified themselves to inherit the right of dominion over an immensity of space in the heavens wherein they built their own earth.
As ‘spirit children’, both Father and Mother were wise, intelligent, and obedient, and kept their first estate in the heavens. When their preparation was complete, they left their heavenly home where they were raised in the site of their heavenly parents, and came to an earth to receive bodies of flesh and bone, to live in mortality for a season, and learn for themselves to choose right from wrong.
My father was a good man who lived his mortal sojourn with purpose, being aware all the days of his life that he was sent to earth to be tried and tested in all things, that he might prove himself worthy to return to his heavenly home to inherit all that his father has, with his righteous brothers and sisters.
So too was my mother a good woman, and they were worthy companions. On earth they were married for all eternity, and together they worked diligently towards bringing to pass much righteousness. Throughout the course of their lives they faced many trials and perils, but always did they turn to each other and to their heavenly parents for wisdom and guidance, and never were they blinded by the evil one to be cunningly bound up and led away into captivity and hell.
When death came upon each of them, and their mortal flesh was returned to the ground from whence it came, their immortal spirits were finally released from their earthly sojourn. Having kept their second estate, they returned for a time to live among the spirits of the dead and further distinguished themselves as a united force for good.
On the morning of the first resurrection, they came forth as eternal beings, receiving resurrected bodies of flesh and bone which would never die, to a day of celebration and a period of extended instruction in the ways of Godliness.
At the last judgement they were exalted and were privileged to become an eternal companionship, to follow in the footsteps of their heavenly parents before them; to receive their eternal inheritance, to share in all that their heavenly father and mother possessed, to be pronounced God and Goddess forever, and to enter into the way of eternal progress, for they too became as the Gods through the generations of time.
And so it was that my father and mother had many children, for they had gained the capacity to procreate eternal spirits. They had also gained the right and privilege to build their own earth where their children might dwell. On that great day they gathered with their ancestors, the Gods through the generations, who came together to follow in the way of all eternity, and to counsel among themselves.
And the Father said, “There is space there in the Heavens. Let us go down and build an earth where my children may dwell, where they may receive a body of flesh and bones, that they may be tried and tested in all things to see if they will follow the way they have been taught, and prove themselves worthy to return and receive their eternal inheritance in the heavens. This is the way to eternal life, to become as I and their mother and the generations before us, to inherit all that their father and mother have, and to bring forth spirit children of their own and people their own earth and live in the heavens for all eternity.
An excerpt from The Sacred Writings of the Qisava:
And so they went down into the midst of the heavens; and with the assistance of all the Father’s children under the direction of the eldest son was the earth made according to the words which my Father had spoken. And they called this the ‘first day of creation’.
And thus the earth was created, barren and without form or life, being in total darkness. And the Father said, “Let us place the earth in its designated position amid the stars. Let the earth revolve upon its axis that there might be light upon the entire face thereof,” and it was so as He commanded. And the light of the sun, moon, and stars shone down upon the whole world as it turned and moved through the heavens upon its designated course.
And the Father called the time of the greater light of the sun ‘Day’, and the time of the lesser light beneath the moon and stars He called ‘Night’. And having placed the earth in the heavens, the Father set its way that it might be lit by the two great lights both day and night; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser lights to rule the night; for with the lesser light of the moon were the stars also. And this He called the second creative period. And they saw that it was good.
And the Great Waters covered the land. And the Father said, “Let the waters be divided, and let the land come forth,” and it was so. And the Father said, “Let us prepare the land to bring forth grasses after their own kind; and trees yielding fruit after their own kind,” and it was so. And they numbered the days, and this was the third time.
I truly believe the concepts and philosophies expressed within the volumes of The Yuwmahn Compendium can change our world for the better if only we will embrace them.
To make a better life for all mankind the struggle for money must cease and human happiness must become the central tenet of every decision and action.
To advance the human spirit, self-determination must be acknowledged as a fundamental human right for all. The system that allows governments and multi-national companies to enslave and control our collective destiny must be abolished.
Furthermore, mankind must return to the natural ways if we are to save our species and our planet.
To this end, I call upon every person who reads these words to act upon them: to make a vow to do what they can to make the world a better place — for me, for you, and for every living creature.
On a final note, thank you for reading this introduction to the Yuwmahn Compendium. If you enjoyed this overview please leave a review to help others find and learn from these teachings.
~ John Saomes
John Saomes is an Australian author and poet whose books and novels follow the central theme of ‘making the world a better place’. His writings are designed to promote thought and discussion about the kind of world we desire, with emphasis on maximising happiness and enhancing the human experience.
John lives in the beautiful hinterland of Australia’s Gold Coast and champions global initiatives to promote and uphold personal rights and freedoms, and efforts to build a better and fairer world for all.
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From the Yuwmahn Compendium
Journey to Yuwmah
As the first volume in the Yuwmahn Compendium, this book is filled with ancient wisdom to heal the hearts of men and overcome the spiritual poverty of our struggling world. Set forth within these pages is a better way for the human family to live in peace and harmony.
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The Days of Dinkum Dodger – Vol 1
Australian bush poetry at its best — entertaining and thought provoking. Comical antics and diabolical yarns as told through the eyes of Dinkamous J. Dodger, a true blue Aussie larrikin, are outrageous, provocative, and hilariously funny.
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Ten Yuwmahn Beginnings
Welcome to the world of Yuwmah — where happiness is the central tenet of every decision and action. This book of Ten Yuwmahn Beginnings offers a brief introduction to each volume of The Yuwmahn Compendium and an overall picture of the nature and philosophies of the Yuwmahn concept. The Yuwmahns are a race of people from the remote and isolated city of Yuwmah, an ancient community hidden away in the wilderness of South America. They are part of a highly evolved and advanced civilisation whose approach to life and governance are far superior to our own — having overcome the global challenges of over-population, starvation, crime, drugs, spiritual poverty, and a deteriorating social system. Their simple yet comprehensive approach to government, education, health, and happiness are nothing short of inspirational. Through the course of each volume, the reader is presented with the depth and simplicity of the Yuwmahn philosophy, including the Five Pillars of Universal Wisdom; a system of governance for self, family, community, and the entire world. Each book challenges the reader to 'do better', to 'be better', and to 'have better' — to set their own ‘laws to live by’ and to identify what matters — and what matters most. The Yuwmahn Compendium maps out a better way for mankind to live and prosper, to advance the human spirit, to rise above the ugliness and futility of modern living, and to ennoble the human soul. Within these pages are reflections of Plato's Republic, Thomas Moore's Utopia, James Hilton's Shangrila in Lost Horizon, Og Mandino's A Better Way To Live, George Orwell's 1984, Aldous Huxley’s A Brave New World, The Four Agreements, and The Alchemist. The books of the Yuwmahn Compendium have as their central theme the pursuit of human happiness for every individual, family, and community. Collectively the Yuwmahn canon addresses the greatest philosophical questions of all time: • How did man come to be? • What is the meaning of life? • What are the most noble purposes of our existence? • What is the best way for mankind to live? • How do we design an ideal world to maximise the human experience and ensure a peaceful planet? The main intention of The Yuwmahn Compendium is to promote thought and discussion of our human potential: the nature of our earthly home, the life we might live, the world we might create for ourselves into the future, and the legacy we might leave to the generations who follow. Through the pages of The Yuwmahn Compendium the reader is taken on a voyage of discovery: a reflection of the past, a reassessment of the present, and onward to a frank re-evaluation of our future potential as the dominant species on planet earth. This is your invitation to step out of the darkness and deceit of the ways of the modern world and into the light of pure knowledge and understanding of the better way for mankind to live together in peace and prosperity as a diverse and united 'global human family'. TABLE OF CONTENTS Introduction The Meaning of Yuwmah Ancient Yuwmahn Credo The Nature of Yuwmahnism Overview of The Yuwmahn Compendium The Yuwmahn Discovery Series: Journey to Yuwmah Return to Yuwmah Reflections of a Yuwmahn Life The Travels of Wallum Nagi The Yuwmahn Sage Series: Seven Conversations of Happiness The Wisdom of Uhdu the Fisherman The Yuwmahn Way The Yuwmahn Wisdom Series: The Yuwmahn Manifesto Yuwmahn Lectures On Life A Yuwmahn History of the World From the Author About the Author Books by John Saomes