VISUL PRIN CARE DESTINUL ROMANIEI SI
DESTINUL MEU S-AU SCHIMBAT.
Ma aflam in casa din Jackson Street, m-am pregatit de culcare, am adormit si iata ca am avut vis straniu, vis care m-a urmarit pentru tot restul vietii si anume : Se facea ca eram in Piata Universitatii din Bucuresti, in statia de Autobuz si Troleibuz, visavis de grandiosul hotel Intercontinental si de o data intregul aspect al lucrurilor s-a prescrimbat. Acea statie de Autobuz si Troleibuz s-a transformat ca prin minune intr-un Palat luxos care avea un sir imens de scari in serpentina ce duceau intr-o sala de largi proportii, sala in care se afla un catafalc cu trupul neinsufletit al Presedintelui Romaniei, Nicolae Ceausescu. Din spatele unei draperii a aparut sotia sa, Elena Ceausescu si mi s-a adresat ca si cand ma cunostea mai de mult, spunandu-mi, cu multa tristete in glas : iata Calin, ca Nicu a murit. In timpul acelei conversatii in raza mea vizuala a aparut un grup de soldati, inalti si supli, ca si cand ar fi apartinut din anturajul Presedintelui, soldati care marsaluiau frumos, in cadenta, dar nu mergeau inainte ci inapoi, ca si cand intreaga viata a romanilor avea sa sufere un regres imens, ca si cand eu insumi aveam sa trec prin stupefactie si emotii distructive pentru ce urma sa se intample nu numai Romaniei ci si mie. Visul s-a sfarsit, iar intr-o zi am primit un telefon de la Parintele Bodale, un Preot Calugar, care locuia in aceiasi curte cu mine si care mi-a spus ca in Romania avea loc revolutia din Timisoara si din alte orase, iar in ziua de Craciun a anului 1989 am aflat despre executia cuplului Ceausescu, dupa o sumara acuzatie de crima la adresa natiunii romane. Am fost paralizat de toate aceste vesti stranii care s-au succedat visului meu ce avusese loc doar cu cateva saptamani mai inainte. Eram inca nou in SUA, traind terorizat de perspectiva de a fi prins, arestat si condamnat pentru defectarea mea in SUA, doar cu patru ani mai de vreme. Cortina de fier a Uniunii Sovietice si a Blocului Rasaritean si a razboiul rece fata de SUA erau in plin efect, ideie care nu doar pe mine ma macina ci si pe ceilalti romani ce se aflau in situatii similare. M-am ferit sa comentez acele evenimente, sau mai bine zis am substituit adevaratele sentimente pe care le aveam fata de aceste evenimente si mi-am creat expresii noi de uimire si regret fata de cele auzite, mai ales ca eram in pozitia de Presedinte al Bisericii Ortodoxe, romanesti, pe care o infiintase-m impreuna cu sotia mea Emilia, Biserica pentru care am fost dedicat mai mult de 9 ani. Consideram ca infiintand Biserica Ortodoxa pentru noi, imigratii romani, faceam o fapta buna in fata Domnului Isus Cristsos si speram in iertarea de pacate, a mea si a familiei mele, de voie sau de nevoie, pentru vindecarea sotiei mele, Emilia, dupa operatia suferita la Istambul si pentru buna crestere a copiilor nostrii, Irina si Robert. Pana aici lucrurile se derulau cu viteza luminii, intregul Bloc rasaritean alungase pe fostii lideri comunisti si se re-organizau in structura democratica, probabil apeland la ajutorul si sfaturile lumii occidentale, preponderent la sfatul Americii. Asa cum se stie, natiunea romana, a fost unica natiune, care si-a executat Liderul, dar si pe sotia lui, Elena. Eram foarte ingrijorat pentru viitorul Romaniei, dar mai ales pentru mama, fratii, surorile nepotii si nepoatele mele, fiindca tatal meu, Nicolaie, doar murise de curand, Dumnezeu sa-l odihneasca..
I-mi doream din toata inima sa pot face ceva pentru toti ai mei, care se aflau in Tara, dar inca nu reusisem sa ma instalez cu adevarat in SUA. Inca eram privit ca fiind immigrant din Blocul rasaritean al URSS. Lucram la remodelarea unei case vechi, munceam din greu, ca fiecare nou sosit, in speranta ca voi fi remarcat si plasat pe un post mai adecvat cu trecutul meu profesional, reflectam la aceste lucruri zi si noapte, incepuse-m sa ma nelinistesc, incepuse-m sa ma agit in timpul somnului si iata ca intr-o zi, dupa amiaza, cand curatam zapada de pe trotuarul din jurul casei pe care o remodelam, am simtit o durere acuta in piept, in regiunea inimii, durere pe care am asociat-o cu ceva de natura reumatica, pe care am ascuns-o fata de sotie si copii un timp, iar cand totul a devenit foarte greu de suportat, m-am prezentat la Doctorul de familie, care m-a consultat, mi-a facut radiografie si ingrozit mi-a spus ca ma aflam in iminenta de deces si mi-a dat trimitere la Cardiolog, unde mi s-a facut test intravenos ( cateteriziation ), apoi am fost internat de urgenta in Spital unde mi s-a facut interventie chirurgicala, inplantan-dumi 6 grefe, de catre chirurgul argentian, Tomatis. Aceasta operatie pe cord deschis, pe care am considerat-o ca fiind un regres substantial al familiei mele, asociind-o cu mersul inapoi, in pas de defilare a grupului de soldati din Palatul Ceausestilor, care marsaluiau in sens invers, Mi-au trebuit mai mult de 2 ani sa ma pot recupera, timp in care alergase-m fara succes dupa un nou job. Asa se scrie Istoria, cu sange si cu suferinte, cu sacrificii si cu sperante. Dupa multe eforturi de a gasi un serviciu, a dat Dumnezeu si am gasit. Dar in anul 2002, a decedat Emilia, Dumnezeu s-o ierte si s-o odihneasca in Imparatia Lui. Am continuat sa lucrez pana la pensionare, Intre timp copii au crescut si atat Irina cat si Robert s-au casatorit, Irina si sotul ei Bob au doi copii cuminti si harnici, Octavian si Emilia, iar Robert si EV, au o fetita cuminte si harnica, denumita Daphne, dar eu o numesc Dafinuta sau Fata din Dafin. In preznt ma ocup de compozitie muzicala, la data prezentei am in repertoriu 667 de melodii si cantece din genuri variate, 250 de texte lirice bilingve, in Romana si in Engleza.
Am preluat si am prelucrat multe texte Biblice, care simplifica accesul cititorilor la cunoasterea lui Dumnezeu Tatal, Fiul, Sfantul Duh si a Sfintei Fecioare Maria, Maica Domnului Isus. Acest vis mi-a schimbat viata. Am reusit sa inteleg ca Dumnezeu are un rol absolut determinant in viata fiecaruia dintre noi.
Cu deosebita consideratie, Constantin Calin. ==============================
Ma aflam in casa din Jackson Street, m-am pregatit de culcare, am adormit si iata ca am avut vis straniu, vis care m-a urmarit pentru tot restul vietii si anume : Se facea ca eram in Piata Universitatii din Bucuresti, in statia de Autobuz si Troleibuz, visavis de grandiosul hotel Intercontinental si de o data intregul aspect al lucrurilor s-a prescrimbat. Acea statie de Autobuz si Troleibuz s-a transformat ca prin minune intr-un Palat luxos care avea un sir imens de scari in serpentina ce duceau intr-o sala de largi proportii, sala in care se afla un catafalc cu trupul neinsufletit al Presedintelui Romaniei, Nicolae Ceausescu. Din spatele unei draperii a aparut sotia sa, Elena Ceausescu si mi s-a adresat ca si cand ma cunostea mai de mult, spunandu-mi, cu multa tristete in glas : iata Calin, ca Nicu a murit. In timpul acelei conversatii in raza mea vizuala a aparut un grup de soldati, inalti si supli, ca si cand ar fi apartinut din anturajul Presedintelui, soldati care marsaluiau frumos, in cadenta, dar nu mergeau inainte ci inapoi, ca si cand intreaga viata a romanilor avea sa sufere un regres imens, ca si cand eu insumi aveam sa trec prin stupefactie si emotii distructive pentru ce urma sa se intample nu numai Romaniei ci si mie. Visul s-a sfarsit, iar intr-o zi am primit un telefon de la Parintele Bodale, un Preot Calugar, care locuia in aceiasi curte cu mine si care mi-a spus ca in Romania avea loc revolutia din Timisoara si din alte orase, iar in ziua de Craciun a anului 1989 am aflat despre executia cuplului Ceausescu, dupa o sumara acuzatie de crima la adresa natiunii romane. Am fost paralizat de toate aceste vesti stranii care s-au succedat visului meu ce avusese loc doar cu cateva saptamani mai inainte. Eram inca nou in SUA, traind terorizat de perspectiva de a fi prins, arestat si condamnat pentru defectarea mea in SUA, doar cu patru ani mai de vreme. Cortina de fier a Uniunii Sovietice si a Blocului Rasaritean si a razboiul rece fata de SUA erau in plin efect, ideie care nu doar pe mine ma macina ci si pe ceilalti romani ce se aflau in situatii similare. M-am ferit sa comentez acele evenimente, sau mai bine zis am substituit adevaratele sentimente pe care le aveam fata de aceste evenimente si mi-am creat expresii noi de uimire si regret fata de cele auzite, mai ales ca eram in pozitia de Presedinte al Bisericii Ortodoxe, romanesti, pe care o infiintase-m impreuna cu sotia mea Emilia, Biserica pentru care am fost dedicat mai mult de 9 ani. Consideram ca infiintand Biserica Ortodoxa pentru noi, imigratii romani, faceam o fapta buna in fata Domnului Isus Cristsos si speram in iertarea de pacate, a mea si a familiei mele, de voie sau de nevoie, pentru vindecarea sotiei mele, Emilia, dupa operatia suferita la Istambul si pentru buna crestere a copiilor nostrii, Irina si Robert. Pana aici lucrurile se derulau cu viteza luminii, intregul Bloc rasaritean alungase pe fostii lideri comunisti si se re-organizau in structura democratica, probabil apeland la ajutorul si sfaturile lumii occidentale, preponderent la sfatul Americii. Asa cum se stie, natiunea romana, a fost unica natiune, care si-a executat Liderul, dar si pe sotia lui, Elena. Eram foarte ingrijorat pentru viitorul Romaniei, dar mai ales pentru mama, fratii, surorile nepotii si nepoatele mele, fiindca tatal meu, Nicolaie, doar murise de curand, Dumnezeu sa-l odihneasca..
I-mi doream din toata inima sa pot face ceva pentru toti ai mei, care se aflau in Tara, dar inca nu reusisem sa ma instalez cu adevarat in SUA. Inca eram privit ca fiind immigrant din Blocul rasaritean al URSS. Lucram la remodelarea unei case vechi, munceam din greu, ca fiecare nou sosit, in speranta ca voi fi remarcat si plasat pe un post mai adecvat cu trecutul meu profesional, reflectam la aceste lucruri zi si noapte, incepuse-m sa ma nelinistesc, incepuse-m sa ma agit in timpul somnului si iata ca intr-o zi, dupa amiaza, cand curatam zapada de pe trotuarul din jurul casei pe care o remodelam, am simtit o durere acuta in piept, in regiunea inimii, durere pe care am asociat-o cu ceva de natura reumatica, pe care am ascuns-o fata de sotie si copii un timp, iar cand totul a devenit foarte greu de suportat, m-am prezentat la Doctorul de familie, care m-a consultat, mi-a facut radiografie si ingrozit mi-a spus ca ma aflam in iminenta de deces si mi-a dat trimitere la Cardiolog, unde mi s-a facut test intravenos ( cateteriziation ), apoi am fost internat de urgenta in Spital unde mi s-a facut interventie chirurgicala, inplantan-dumi 6 grefe, de catre chirurgul argentian, Tomatis. Aceasta operatie pe cord deschis, pe care am considerat-o ca fiind un regres substantial al familiei mele, asociind-o cu mersul inapoi, in pas de defilare a grupului de soldati din Palatul Ceausestilor, care marsaluiau in sens invers, Mi-au trebuit mai mult de 2 ani sa ma pot recupera, timp in care alergase-m fara succes dupa un nou job. Asa se scrie Istoria, cu sange si cu suferinte, cu sacrificii si cu sperante. Dupa multe eforturi de a gasi un serviciu, a dat Dumnezeu si am gasit. Dar in anul 2002, a decedat Emilia, Dumnezeu s-o ierte si s-o odihneasca in Imparatia Lui. Am continuat sa lucrez pana la pensionare, Intre timp copii au crescut si atat Irina cat si Robert s-au casatorit, Irina si sotul ei Bob au doi copii cuminti si harnici, Octavian si Emilia, iar Robert si EV, au o fetita cuminte si harnica, denumita Daphne, dar eu o numesc Dafinuta sau Fata din Dafin. In preznt ma ocup de compozitie muzicala, la data prezentei am in repertoriu 667 de melodii si cantece din genuri variate, 250 de texte lirice bilingve, in Romana si in Engleza.
Am preluat si am prelucrat multe texte Biblice, care simplifica accesul cititorilor la cunoasterea lui Dumnezeu Tatal, Fiul, Sfantul Duh si a Sfintei Fecioare Maria, Maica Domnului Isus. Acest vis mi-a schimbat viata. Am reusit sa inteleg ca Dumnezeu are un rol absolut determinant in viata fiecaruia dintre noi.
Cu deosebita consideratie, Constantin Calin. ==============================
THE DREAM BY WHICH THE DESTINY OF ROMANIA AND MY OWN DESTINY HAVE CHANGED.
I was in the house on Jackson Street, I was getting ready for bed, I fell asleep and here I had a strange dream, a dream that followed me for the rest of my life, namely: It was done that I was in the University Square in Bucharest, in the Bus station and Trolleybus, visavis of the grandiose Intercontinental Hotel and once the whole aspect of things has been prescribed. That Bus and Trolleybus station turned like a miracle into a luxurious Palace that had a huge series of serpentine stairs leading into a large room, a room with a catafalc with the uninhabited body of the President of Romania, Nicolae Ceausescu. Behind a curtain appeared his wife, Elena Ceausescu and addressed me as if she knew me more, telling me, with great sadness in her voice: Here is Calin, that Nicu has died. During that conversation within my visual range, a group of soldiers appeared, tall and supple, as if they belonged to the President's entourage, soldiers who marched beautifully in the cadence, but did not go forward but backward, as if the whole life of the Romanians were going to suffer a huge setback, as if I myself was going to go through stupefaction and destructive emotions for what was going to happen not only to Romania but to me. The dream came to an end, and one day I received a phone call from Father Bodale, a Monk Priest, who lived in the same courtyard with me and who told me that in Romania the revolution in Timisoara and other cities was taking place, and in on Christmas Day 1989 we learned about the execution of the Ceausescu couple, after a brief accusation of murder against the Romanian nation. I was paralyzed by all these strange news that happened to my dream that had only happened a few weeks before. I was still new in the US, living terrified at the prospect of being caught, arrested and convicted for my failure in the US, just four years earlier. The iron curtain of the Soviet Union and the Eastern Bloc and the cold war against the US were in full effect, an idea that not only grinds me but also the other Romanians who were in similar situations. I refrained from commenting on those events, or rather I substituted the true feelings I had towards these events and created new expressions of astonishment and regret over those heard, especially since I was in the position of President of The Romanian Orthodox Church, which I had founded together with my wife Emilia, the Church for which I was dedicated more than 9 years. We believe that by setting up the Orthodox Church for us, the Romanian immigrants, we were doing a good deed in front of the Lord Jesus Christ and we were hoping for the forgiveness of sins, of myself and my family, by will or need, for the healing of my wife, Emilia, after the operation. in Istanbul and for the good growth of our children, Irina and Robert. By this time things were moving with the speed of light, the entire Eastern Bloc had driven away former communist leaders and reorganized themselves into the democratic structure, probably appealing to the help and advice of the Western world, predominantly America. As we know, the Romanian nation was the only nation that executed its Leader, but also his wife. I was very worried for the future of Romania, but especially for my mother, brothers, nephew sisters and my nieces, because my father, Nicolaie, had just died recently.
I wished with all my heart that I could do something for all my people who were in the Country, but I had not yet been able to really settle in the USA. I was still regarded as an immigrant from the Eastern Bloc of the USSR. I was working on the remodeling of an old house, I was working hard, as each new one arrived, in the hope that I would be noticed and placed in a more suitable position with my professional past, I reflected on these things day and night, started to worry me, started I was shaking during sleep and here one day, in the afternoon, when we cleaned the snow on the sidewalk around the house we were remodeling, I felt an acute pain in the chest, in the region of the heart, pain that I associated - with something of a rheumatic nature, which I hid from my wife and children for a while, and when everything became very difficult to bear, I presented to the Family Doctor, who consulted me, made an x-ray and terrified he told me that I was on the verge of death and sent me to the Cardiologist, where I was given an intravenous test (chatheteriziation), then I was hospitalized urgently in the Hospital where I had surgery, implanted me 6 grafts, by the Argentine surgeon, Tomatis. This operation on the open heart, which I considered to be a substantial regression of my family, associating it with the reverse, in the process of defiling the group of soldiers from the Palace of Ceausestilor, who were marching in the opposite direction, had to for more than 2 years I can recover, during which time I ran without success after a new job. This is how History is written, with blood and suffering, with suffering, with sacrifices and with hopes. After many efforts to find a service, God gave and I found. But in 2002, Emilia died, God forgive her and rest her in His Kingdom. I continued working until retirement, Meanwhile the children grew up and both Irina and Robert were married, Irina and her husband Bob have two kind and hard-working children, Octavian and Emilia, Iir Robert and EV, have a good daughter and hardworking, named Daphne, but I call her Dafinuta or Dafin's Girl. I present myself with a musical composition, at the present time I have in my repertoire 666 songs and songs from various genres, 250 bilingual lyric texts, in Romanian and English.
I have taken over and processed many Bible texts, which simplify the readers' access to the knowledge of God the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit and the Blessed Virgin Mary, the Mother of the Lord Jesus. This dream changed my life. I have managed to understand that God has an absolutely crucial role in the lives of all of us.
With special consideration, Constantin Calin. ==================================================
I was in the house on Jackson Street, I was getting ready for bed, I fell asleep and here I had a strange dream, a dream that followed me for the rest of my life, namely: It was done that I was in the University Square in Bucharest, in the Bus station and Trolleybus, visavis of the grandiose Intercontinental Hotel and once the whole aspect of things has been prescribed. That Bus and Trolleybus station turned like a miracle into a luxurious Palace that had a huge series of serpentine stairs leading into a large room, a room with a catafalc with the uninhabited body of the President of Romania, Nicolae Ceausescu. Behind a curtain appeared his wife, Elena Ceausescu and addressed me as if she knew me more, telling me, with great sadness in her voice: Here is Calin, that Nicu has died. During that conversation within my visual range, a group of soldiers appeared, tall and supple, as if they belonged to the President's entourage, soldiers who marched beautifully in the cadence, but did not go forward but backward, as if the whole life of the Romanians were going to suffer a huge setback, as if I myself was going to go through stupefaction and destructive emotions for what was going to happen not only to Romania but to me. The dream came to an end, and one day I received a phone call from Father Bodale, a Monk Priest, who lived in the same courtyard with me and who told me that in Romania the revolution in Timisoara and other cities was taking place, and in on Christmas Day 1989 we learned about the execution of the Ceausescu couple, after a brief accusation of murder against the Romanian nation. I was paralyzed by all these strange news that happened to my dream that had only happened a few weeks before. I was still new in the US, living terrified at the prospect of being caught, arrested and convicted for my failure in the US, just four years earlier. The iron curtain of the Soviet Union and the Eastern Bloc and the cold war against the US were in full effect, an idea that not only grinds me but also the other Romanians who were in similar situations. I refrained from commenting on those events, or rather I substituted the true feelings I had towards these events and created new expressions of astonishment and regret over those heard, especially since I was in the position of President of The Romanian Orthodox Church, which I had founded together with my wife Emilia, the Church for which I was dedicated more than 9 years. We believe that by setting up the Orthodox Church for us, the Romanian immigrants, we were doing a good deed in front of the Lord Jesus Christ and we were hoping for the forgiveness of sins, of myself and my family, by will or need, for the healing of my wife, Emilia, after the operation. in Istanbul and for the good growth of our children, Irina and Robert. By this time things were moving with the speed of light, the entire Eastern Bloc had driven away former communist leaders and reorganized themselves into the democratic structure, probably appealing to the help and advice of the Western world, predominantly America. As we know, the Romanian nation was the only nation that executed its Leader, but also his wife. I was very worried for the future of Romania, but especially for my mother, brothers, nephew sisters and my nieces, because my father, Nicolaie, had just died recently.
I wished with all my heart that I could do something for all my people who were in the Country, but I had not yet been able to really settle in the USA. I was still regarded as an immigrant from the Eastern Bloc of the USSR. I was working on the remodeling of an old house, I was working hard, as each new one arrived, in the hope that I would be noticed and placed in a more suitable position with my professional past, I reflected on these things day and night, started to worry me, started I was shaking during sleep and here one day, in the afternoon, when we cleaned the snow on the sidewalk around the house we were remodeling, I felt an acute pain in the chest, in the region of the heart, pain that I associated - with something of a rheumatic nature, which I hid from my wife and children for a while, and when everything became very difficult to bear, I presented to the Family Doctor, who consulted me, made an x-ray and terrified he told me that I was on the verge of death and sent me to the Cardiologist, where I was given an intravenous test (chatheteriziation), then I was hospitalized urgently in the Hospital where I had surgery, implanted me 6 grafts, by the Argentine surgeon, Tomatis. This operation on the open heart, which I considered to be a substantial regression of my family, associating it with the reverse, in the process of defiling the group of soldiers from the Palace of Ceausestilor, who were marching in the opposite direction, had to for more than 2 years I can recover, during which time I ran without success after a new job. This is how History is written, with blood and suffering, with suffering, with sacrifices and with hopes. After many efforts to find a service, God gave and I found. But in 2002, Emilia died, God forgive her and rest her in His Kingdom. I continued working until retirement, Meanwhile the children grew up and both Irina and Robert were married, Irina and her husband Bob have two kind and hard-working children, Octavian and Emilia, Iir Robert and EV, have a good daughter and hardworking, named Daphne, but I call her Dafinuta or Dafin's Girl. I present myself with a musical composition, at the present time I have in my repertoire 666 songs and songs from various genres, 250 bilingual lyric texts, in Romanian and English.
I have taken over and processed many Bible texts, which simplify the readers' access to the knowledge of God the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit and the Blessed Virgin Mary, the Mother of the Lord Jesus. This dream changed my life. I have managed to understand that God has an absolutely crucial role in the lives of all of us.
With special consideration, Constantin Calin. ==================================================
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