Sunday, February 5th, 2012
NOTES FROM THE ROAD by Uncle Russ
One Sunday morning, more than one decade ago, I found out (having already gone through passport security control) at Melbourne Airport, in Australia, that my flight to Auckland, New Zealand, was to be delayed by about 12 hours.
There were not any other earlier flights.
To say the least, I was not amused.
I had an important meeting early the next morning, that could not be canceled with a client, in the capital of one of the more remote, but beautiful, nations on our good earth.
To add insult to injury, the flight, once boarded, took an additional two plus hours, over the planned flight time, because of voracious head winds and major air turbulence, across the Tasman Sea (no beverage or meal service also as a result).
What was I to do with this time, stuck with no where to go, in Melbourne Airport?
Patience may be a virtue, but mine was already running thin, at this point.
I began to wonder, and came across a book shop, and figured I would plow through several technical-scientific magazines or journals, offered on these Aussie shelves. However, I really did not find much in the way of new material, that I had not already read.
My eyes started looking to the book shelves, and at the bottom of one shelf, I found a curious looking cover, by an Australian anthropologist, named James Cowan.
There was only one copy left.
The book’s cover image was of a famous Italian Renaissance Venetian oil paining, and the title: “A MAPMAKER’S DREAM”.
You may find a link to this book in the recommended readings of this web site.
I purchased the nonfiction hard bound book, and began reading.
James Cowan, it turned out, on the described back cover flap, was a leading expert on all things and history of the Australian Aboriginals.
Cowan had gotten a year’s sabbatical to Venice, Italy, to research Lord Byron and his writings.
Cowan instead somehow wound-up in a cloistered or monastic library, on one of the outer islands in the Venetian lagoon.
The library had all kinds of ancient brick-a-brac, and very dusty books, nautical logs, and maps, that time had forgotten, or passed by.
In a sense, this private library was little more than a dusty or seemingly useless attic.
One of the few television shows I enjoy watching, if I ever have time, is either the British, or American Antiques Roadshow, because it proves you simply cannot prejudge any value, be it a book by it’s cover, or any discovery, or for that matter the next person you meet.
I have come to believe it would be a horribly HELLISH world if all was known, and therefore nothing was yet to be discovered, for each of us to pursue, learn, and benefit others, as well as perhaps prosper from.
So back to Cowan. He abandon his plan to seek out information on Lord Byron and instead stumbled onto the some 500 year old diary of a monk, named Fra Mauro, who turned out to be the Court Nautical Cartographer, for The Serene Maritime Republic of Venice, at it’s height of power, influence, and global trade.
If knowledge is power, The Republic Of Venice had, at that time, decided to place all map making, of all known and unknown shores, and their commercial advantages, into the mind, soul, and hands of one monk, condemned, from an early age to never leave this obscure island.
Thus, the Venetians locked down all shipping secrets of commerce of their captains, of their countless ships, returning with untold wealth, from every corner of the globe, plying the trade routes, against all competing city states or nations.
The book is a translation of the first person view of this golden-chained (figuratively speaking) cartographer.
Fra Mauro was trying to make sense of a world he had never seen and never did, through the eyes and minds of others, to build the reported shorelines, and beyond, in one master OPUS MUNDI (a map of the world).
In point of fact, this book provides many layers of discipline each of you require, to build your global Zija businesses, that you will pass on for the benefit of your family, teams, friends, community, and beyond.
You are the map maker.
You are seeking to chart what you cannot see, yet is still there.
You are building a base of knowledge and skills to the betterment of all.
This past 72 hours, Ken Brailsford, Rod Larson, Mike Hershberger, Ryan Palmer and Jayson Jorgenson hosted, with so many others at corporate, a demonstration, beyond any shadow of doubt, as to the multi billion dollar per year company, Zija International is rapidly becoming.
Shown to the Zija Distributor Leadership Council, and Chairman’s Club members, were the new global headquarters, new warehouses, new logistical fulfillment centers, new strategic customer and marketing services, new state of the art manufacturing factory and laboratories, new information and computer services, the new Zija University, as well as the logistical staff already in place, in anticipation of massive record growth in 2012, and beyond.
Zija International, with total vertical integration, from it’s own plantations to brands, IS “The Moringa Company”, PERIOD!
Accept no phony or inefficacious pretending substitutes!
Your leadership is to bring back to you the good news of fertile shores beyond your wildest imagination, for your benefit.
Apply all the tools and systems provided.
Do not deviate from the courses proven and set.
Fly your flags and sails true.
You are in an historically once in a lifetime opportunity.
Maintain your vision, and be not distracted from your goals and destinations.
Avoid the shallows and reefs, beware the pirates, maintain the course, be about helping those who so desperately need our Zija brands, on so many levels!
Be not content with one successful trip, and share with all hands on deck.
The future is indeed in your hands.
Hold tight to the helm, for this is the adventure of a lifetime, for the stout of spirit, brave of heart, acute of will, and ye shall be handsomely rewarded, if you strike this accord; SAVVY?!
DRINK LIFE IN!
~ Uncle Russ
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