The world of business is vast, powerful, ever changing and fascinating. Join the business world and you will be utterly absorbed by it without a second to spare for  yourself.  Your head will become a whirl pool of telephone numbers, fax­ messages, prices, deals, percentages, production volumes and delivery dates. So during the rare hours of rest, you look at the world around you with surprise as though seeing it for the first time. So there is another life where people are not always in a hurry, but can go for walks or see a movie! You are transported back to the city of your childhood, contemplating something long forgotten. Then you remember that you once lived like this too. However, somewhere inside you, a bell starts ringing in alarm. Your internal clock is ticking away the seconds, and your heart thrills with excitement at a new beginning, while your soul thirsts for battle. So you again plunge into the world of figures, bank accounts, letters of credit and stock-exchange shares.

 

I could not understand why anyone should dictate their own terms to my homeland when, by law, Kalmykia was equal to every other republic. Kalmykia did not violate any law, Kalmykia did not infringe any constitutional norms, so everything else was the republic's own business.

I remember how we once received instructions from Moscow to switch to standardized winter and summer time. Dairymaids rose with the new clock and tried to milk their cows, but the cows would not give milk however hard the women tried. The animals refused to switch to Moscow time. They did not care a hoot about instructions from Moscow, or the messengers of these instructions, even if they were officers from the KGB itself.

 

lt was raining in Sofia. Our plane broke through the clouds and a bright blinding sun flashed over their dark-blue mass. I was flying to Russia thinking that in all probability it was true. The earth is enveloped in thin layer of human souls. Nothing can be lost in this world, be it our thoughts, desires or our spirit. Everything is stored in space. The academician Vernadsk, along with Teilhard de Chardin the Darwinian theologist called this invisible accumulator the sphere of reason. Other scientists define it as an all-penetrating vacuum and the Buddhist Kalmyks think of it as the great emptiness and nirvana where time flows both forwards and backwards.

Nothing disappears without a trace. Nothing. Every one will be summoned and called to account for his deeds...
Over the centuries Christianity, Islam and Buddhism have been guiding the world towards spiritual purification and thereby working towards the creation of a new man; A man who is far more spiritually pure than contemporary man.

 

Each living man is a riddle. We do not know ourselves until we try to govern others. While still not fully knowing our own value on this Earth, we encroach on the lives of the rest.

Neither economics nor politics can justify the oppression of human beings, the crushing of their delicate and complex inner worlds, their beliefs, principles, morals and spirit. However, those in power do try to destroy and influence. Without our willing it or even being aware' of it billions of cells live in each one of us. Why not use these cells against the people themselves? Each hair and molecule exists independent of our will, thoughts and feelings.

My dream is to turn Kalmykia into a republic in which citizens are proud to live just as in America, England, Japan or France. We must do everything we can to ensure that our children can say with pride: "I live in Kalmykia."  Everyone must begin to think of his or herself as a resident of Kalmykia first, and only then a Chechen, Russian, Kalmyk or Ukrainian. Your little homeland , the land on which you live, comes first; the rest follow. My cherished dream is to see Kalmykia blossom, just as the clairvoyant Vanga predicted.

 

Politics, business, the science of government. For many it is an unquenchable Mist for power. Each living man is a riddle. We do not know ourselves until we try to govern others. While still not fully knowing our own value on this Earth, we encroach on the lives of the rest.

Neither economics nor politics can justify the oppression of human beings, the crushing of their delicate and complex inner worlds, their beliefs, principles, morals and spirit. However, those in power do try to destroy and influence.

I am deeply convinced that a new stage in the development of the  nation,  its  spiritual  regeneration  and  economic  growth will become possible  only  when  we  have  eradicated  our insensitivity to the suffering of  others.  Otherwise we will be lost in the labyrinths of lies and false values.

"There is a record in the old Tibetan books," a Buddhist priest once told me, "which predicts that the Buddhist nations will blossom again once the smallest and most westerly of our people start the  process at the beginning of the third millennium."

Taking the decision to run for president of Kalmykia, I realized clearly that people were fed up with continuous elections, political intrigues and playing at democracy. What Kalmykia needed was a drama tic change of structure and attitude which would take the needs of the people into consideration , and would awaken and instill in each citizen the belief that he could, and must, earn a real wage for real work, rather than the miserable pennies which he was paid now. The republic must quickly embrace a market economy before it was too late.

Policy is made during congresses and parliamentary sessions. Political issues are resolved in meetings and interviews. It is there that the details are settled, coalitions, blocks and groupings are formed, and political trendsestablished. Political, economic and personal interests are all cooked up secretly in the same pot and this is what gives decrees, laws and directives their political flavour.

 

I read our mighty  epic "Jangar" and I felt as though  I had stepped onto firm ground  for  the  first  time;  I  was immensely proud of our small nation. I began to feel at one with this barren land.  I learned that Kalmyk folklore I s second only to that of India in terms of its richness and imagery.  l looked on my homeland from a new perspective and began to view our wind -blown, dusty township swept by the sands and snows of the steppe in an altogether different light.

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