The thoughts are like gravity pulling us down not letting us fly. I do not speak of the flight that is being "lost in thoughts" but of the love in action, of flying through the emotions. Like two bodies levitating in the absence of any arbitrary force, comes the the genuine excitement of searching in the hidden, in what is not yet known, something beautiful and magical.
What is beauty but a vision we have? can beauty be actually judged and defined or is this yet again another form of rigity, maybe beauty is something we do not judge, nor overthink simply feel?
Can beauty be separated? the trascendental from the material? Maybe this is yet another trap of the duality... For what can be more beautiful than the act of levitating in time and space with the femme, feeling fire crossing and covering all the mountains in your soul, igniting the purity that for once breaks with the chains of time and space?
Some ways of illusion may set you free for a while, but this is merely like a kidnapper letting his victim free for a little while. Then, a Stockholm Syndrome is developed and in the fake you fall deeper and deeper. Alcohol, emotional and material drugs, all which create visions of what we desire is but to reinforce the shackles.
A song wanted by so many, though in disgrace most do not arrive to the docks of its motion. The selfish desire tricks human into believing he does not want, the fear of sacrifice ironically only causes him more suffering. As for me, I only but firmly believe that be it lost in the fogs of Bohemia or obscured by clouds in the Andes, this feeling is one but none. The elixir of life, the point of no return.
Once the mind had set to fly, why would one go back to being frozed? It's so worthless losing time craving, infitely desiring. The Sun, Moon and Time cannot be defeated, but they can be liberated. When there's no craving but simply plunging in love; light and shadow are forgotten. Even the air ceases to exit.
A melody of purity, that's what it is the unperceivable love. Idealized, talked about, and felt briefly in life. Not to be obsessively wished for, but certainly to aspire to, losing oneself from gravity and levitating in the ritual of feelings lips next to each other, holding and protecting fervently the fille's back and arms with your warm hands, and through her eyes never to be the same after being consumed in flames.
jueves, 26 de diciembre de 2013
lunes, 23 de diciembre de 2013
A year that vanishes
So an old year leaves and a new one arrives. Is it just an illusion of the mind, or is time passing faster? So many memories are left from these twelve months, yet they will too disappear as the clock continues moving forward.
It was a year of great changes. In which the blue and frigid sun of melancholy started disappearing, setting to the west of my life. Will it ever come back? I do not know, yet I prefer to feel it won't.
All such winter feelings are nothing but selfish delussion, keeping one away from what exists. An induced state of autism of which nothing is left but the corruption of relationships. Just after the relations are gone, you notice you could have progressed so much more, yet you chose to freeze in time.
It was a year of self forgiveness. Three hundred and sixty five days of inviting the spontaneous smile to be part of my journey. It was also too opening the gates of the intellect once again, dealing with the world, concluding negotiations, and founding the pillars of reconciliation with what life is meant to be. Spiritual progress, physical strenghtening, intellectual increase.
Like a flame which changes in density and even color from moment to moment, so one feels life has become. Time and events change this flame to a different shape. Some features of existence cease to be, a new and more reflective state of things appear.
Of all this I can only say it is natural. For what is more tragic than witnessing the wheel of time going by yet not changing a single bit? It is indeed better being friends with time, submitting to its pace, rather to running against it thinking you can actually win. Confronting time will only bring the typical pain of attachment, while being friends with him gives you the experience of knowing this moment hasn't exist before, and won't exist anymore. When you weave life according to time's script more joy is to be found.
Yes indeed, two thousand thirteen was a year of shift. My positive features have remained, and I have recovered along the road. Some of them, which had been lost long ago. There was the love, the innocence, new roots for spontaineity, as also the identification of the inner fire. A flame that had been God knows where for a long time, has appeared again. A strong flame which I believe will now on help me reach every singe purpose in life.
In this year I have exorcised the fear, doubt, and self punishment which I had given unto myself. Now seeing there was nothing productive out of behaving like a monk from centuries ago. Such road it seems was not meant to be for me. In freedom, free will and innocent folliness better motions I can manifest.
I also thank life for presenting me impacting characters in my life. Even the maiden of hope which lies far away, gave me hundreds of moments to be happy for.
As of the new year I do not know, but I perceive and presume. There are some chapters of life to be closed, that I truly though not desperately, want to close. Also, there's many that are meant to be open. The folliness of an innocent hedonism and la vie en rose lie ahead. Its the chapter that follows that of restraint, and that comes before the one
of union.
It was a year of great changes. In which the blue and frigid sun of melancholy started disappearing, setting to the west of my life. Will it ever come back? I do not know, yet I prefer to feel it won't.
All such winter feelings are nothing but selfish delussion, keeping one away from what exists. An induced state of autism of which nothing is left but the corruption of relationships. Just after the relations are gone, you notice you could have progressed so much more, yet you chose to freeze in time.
It was a year of self forgiveness. Three hundred and sixty five days of inviting the spontaneous smile to be part of my journey. It was also too opening the gates of the intellect once again, dealing with the world, concluding negotiations, and founding the pillars of reconciliation with what life is meant to be. Spiritual progress, physical strenghtening, intellectual increase. Like a flame which changes in density and even color from moment to moment, so one feels life has become. Time and events change this flame to a different shape. Some features of existence cease to be, a new and more reflective state of things appear.
Of all this I can only say it is natural. For what is more tragic than witnessing the wheel of time going by yet not changing a single bit? It is indeed better being friends with time, submitting to its pace, rather to running against it thinking you can actually win. Confronting time will only bring the typical pain of attachment, while being friends with him gives you the experience of knowing this moment hasn't exist before, and won't exist anymore. When you weave life according to time's script more joy is to be found.
Yes indeed, two thousand thirteen was a year of shift. My positive features have remained, and I have recovered along the road. Some of them, which had been lost long ago. There was the love, the innocence, new roots for spontaineity, as also the identification of the inner fire. A flame that had been God knows where for a long time, has appeared again. A strong flame which I believe will now on help me reach every singe purpose in life.
In this year I have exorcised the fear, doubt, and self punishment which I had given unto myself. Now seeing there was nothing productive out of behaving like a monk from centuries ago. Such road it seems was not meant to be for me. In freedom, free will and innocent folliness better motions I can manifest.
I also thank life for presenting me impacting characters in my life. Even the maiden of hope which lies far away, gave me hundreds of moments to be happy for.
As of the new year I do not know, but I perceive and presume. There are some chapters of life to be closed, that I truly though not desperately, want to close. Also, there's many that are meant to be open. The folliness of an innocent hedonism and la vie en rose lie ahead. Its the chapter that follows that of restraint, and that comes before the one
of union.
lunes, 28 de octubre de 2013
Una breve reflexión sobre la educación en Colombia
Esta es la primera vez que escribo en español en mi blog, lo cual es un poco irónico considerando el hecho de que soy colombiano, y este es mi idioma nativo. En fin. Más de querer hacer una reflexión sobra la educación en general en Colombia (la cual de por sí es muy caótica) o del resultado tan pobre que ha dado la campaña en Colombia para incrementar el número de individuos bilingües (otro caos) quiero enfocarme en esta oportunidad para hablar de la ineficiente y torturosa educación primaria y media en Colombia.
Me ha llegado a la mente hace una semana, no por primera vez la idea de que en este país contamos con una educación de pobrísima calidad. No es solo el hecho de que los profesores sean malos y/o que el programa carece de herramientas y fundamentos (lo cual también es cierto) sino de la ineficiencia, y sufrimiento que le causa a niños y adolescentes ir al colegio. O al menos es así como lo percibo, al ver que supuestos colegios campestres traen de vueltas a los niños alrededor de las 5:30 de la tarde!
Es decir, uno de estos niños ha de levantarse a las 5:30 de la madrugada ya que la ruta lo recoge a las 6:30, le da una vuelta por media Bogotá, hasta finalmente llegar al colegio a las 7:45. Por la tarde? Sale del colegio a las 3:15, sufre el trancón a la entrada de la ciudad, le dan una vuelta larguísima, y finalmente lo dejan en casa cuando ya está anocheciendo. Durante mis años breves e insufribles de ruta escolar que se acabaron hace ya más de 10 años recuerdo lo tormentoso que esto era. Prácticamente solo la compañia de amigos y la música podían hacer de tal recorrido algo mejor.
Ahora bien, hay que tener en cuenta que cuando el niño llega a casa solo tiene tiempo de comer pues tiene tareas que hacer, y termina durmiéndose más tarde de las 11 de la noche. En la mayoría de los casos estos muchachos están durmiendo menos de 7 horas, perjudicando su salud física y mental de paso.
El famoso "colegio campestre" es la peor estafa que le han podido meter a la sociedad bogotana de clase media en los últimos 40 años. Un negocio magnífico para los dueños ya que la mayoría de estos colegios apenas empiezan como potreros con casuchas donde meten a los estudiantes, y en un plazo de pocos años ya son moles gigantezcas.
Vivimos en una sociedad que desprecia por completo el verdadero concepto de lo campestre y salvaje. Campo se da a entender como un viaje quizás a la costa, depronto a la finca en los llanos, o en el Tolima. Pero verdadero campo? PARA NADA! No se necesita ser científico para darse cuenta que la gente solo va al campo a emborracharse, de juerga, pachanga, como se le quiera decir, etc. Los parques naturales aquí son promocionados como atractivo turístico internacional, sin embargo para el individuo colombiano estos no hacen parte de su vida. Sí, quizás para hacer un asado pero nada más, ni muchos menos admiración de flora y fauna.
Es por eso que el colegio campestre ha sido un fiasco, un fracaso. Solo un atractivo superficial para atraer clientes, no estudiantes y familias. Para como se desarrolla la vida en tales colegios no hace falta que quede en el campo, bien podría estar en plena ciudad.
El individuo debería descubrir lo campestre a partir de una introspección e invitación por lado de la familia, como un atractivo más que incentive el amor hacía lo salvaje, hacía los animales, y la lejanía con la ciudad. Tal amor al campo no puede nacer a partir de una idea de obligación, de un cuasi-campo de concentración para miles de personas de corta edad. Cuál es el propósito, el objetivo de esto? Qué hay verdaderamente de campestre en estos colegios? hay acaso vacas, patos, venados rumiando por ahí? Por supuesto que no, máximo será posible encontrar 2 o 3 perros pulgosos pertenecientes al cuidandero. Pareciera que según esta forma de pensar, campestre son los potreros donde se juega fútbol, que ante el primer aguacero se vuelven indomitables lodazales. Sí, ahora que lo pienso ésos son los verdaderos conceptos de campestre aquí.
El colegio es un centro fundamental en la formación del individuo. Es uno de tantos, no el único y eso lo resalto en comparación a los medios, que han hecho pensar a los padres que el colegio es el encargado de toda la formación, lo cual por supuesto no es cierto. Los centros educativos de educación básica y media deberían situarse dentro del mismo barrio donde se vive. Es así en muchos países de Europa, América y Asia. Al estar organizado de ésta forma, cosas tales como ruta escolar e incluso almuerzo del colegio se eliminan por completo, pues ya no son necesarios. El colegio deja de ser un espacio alienador y apartado a la casa, para volverse en sí una extensión de la casa, otro lugar familiar dentro del barrio. Así se forma una verdadera identidad de barrio e incluso se forjan amistades que perduran por el tiempo.
No hace mucho era también de esta forma en los colegios públicos en Bogotá, pongo de ejemplo al viejo colegio distrital de Usaquén, donde los hijos de habitantes del sector pasaron gran parte de la infancia y adolescencia. Colegio que, desafortundamente desde mediados de 2007 a raíz de problemas de mantenimiento en su estructura colonial fue trasladado "temporalmente" al norte, mientras que arreglaban la estructura. Tristemente la corrupción y un oculto proceso de traspaso por medio de remate al mejor postor, ha dejado esta contrucción paralizada. Es un hecho ya que los estudiantes no estarán volviendo a aquél lugar en el tiempo cercano, pues simplemente no cuadran estratificalmente hablando con el nuevo modelo del Usaquén ultra caro. En algún momento dado sería inaugurado ahí un hotel y/o restaurante.
En cuanto a los colegios distritales, lamentablemente el Distrito ha adoptado un modelo parecido al de los colegios públicos. En dónde los estudiantes son forzados a levantarse bastante temprano para ser recogidos y transportados a una masa amorfe que dista de ser mucho una construcción amigable, a ser transportados a un sitio lejos de casa. Esto no es más que otra manifestación de la monstruosa Bogotá del siglo XXI. La Bogota no-humana dada su gran tamaño y absurdo número de población en donde los panoramas son de un cemento gris depresivo, cuasi-alusivo al realismo soviético que se mezcla con el defraudante cielo de igual color.
Cabe preguntarse presentes y futuros padres de familia; si vale la pena pagar transporte, alimentación, útiles escolares, pensiones, matrículas y peor aún bonos, para que sus hijos sean arrebatados durante el dia y transportados a un cementerio del individualismo, donde en jornadas continuas de 8 horas diarias 5 días a la semana, son alienados y moldeados de una forma bastante pobre.
Sí es imposible volver al paradigma del colegio de barrio, la educación en casa o home-schooling debería empezar a ser más contemplado aquí, como ya lo es en el resto del mundo. Una posibilidad que brindaría al estudiante excelentes tutores y también la capacidad de seguir socializando de acuerdo a su edad en centros culturales de distintos países (Alliance Francaise, Göthe Institut, British Council) escuelas de música como también artísticas y de deporte. Sin causar tal sufrimiento escolar al hijo, y dando por resultado un individuo verdadero, preparado desde muchos frentes (psicológico, intelectual, artísticos) para vivir la vida al terminar su educación media y entrar a una nueva etapa.
Me ha llegado a la mente hace una semana, no por primera vez la idea de que en este país contamos con una educación de pobrísima calidad. No es solo el hecho de que los profesores sean malos y/o que el programa carece de herramientas y fundamentos (lo cual también es cierto) sino de la ineficiencia, y sufrimiento que le causa a niños y adolescentes ir al colegio. O al menos es así como lo percibo, al ver que supuestos colegios campestres traen de vueltas a los niños alrededor de las 5:30 de la tarde!
Es decir, uno de estos niños ha de levantarse a las 5:30 de la madrugada ya que la ruta lo recoge a las 6:30, le da una vuelta por media Bogotá, hasta finalmente llegar al colegio a las 7:45. Por la tarde? Sale del colegio a las 3:15, sufre el trancón a la entrada de la ciudad, le dan una vuelta larguísima, y finalmente lo dejan en casa cuando ya está anocheciendo. Durante mis años breves e insufribles de ruta escolar que se acabaron hace ya más de 10 años recuerdo lo tormentoso que esto era. Prácticamente solo la compañia de amigos y la música podían hacer de tal recorrido algo mejor.
Ahora bien, hay que tener en cuenta que cuando el niño llega a casa solo tiene tiempo de comer pues tiene tareas que hacer, y termina durmiéndose más tarde de las 11 de la noche. En la mayoría de los casos estos muchachos están durmiendo menos de 7 horas, perjudicando su salud física y mental de paso.
El famoso "colegio campestre" es la peor estafa que le han podido meter a la sociedad bogotana de clase media en los últimos 40 años. Un negocio magnífico para los dueños ya que la mayoría de estos colegios apenas empiezan como potreros con casuchas donde meten a los estudiantes, y en un plazo de pocos años ya son moles gigantezcas.
Vivimos en una sociedad que desprecia por completo el verdadero concepto de lo campestre y salvaje. Campo se da a entender como un viaje quizás a la costa, depronto a la finca en los llanos, o en el Tolima. Pero verdadero campo? PARA NADA! No se necesita ser científico para darse cuenta que la gente solo va al campo a emborracharse, de juerga, pachanga, como se le quiera decir, etc. Los parques naturales aquí son promocionados como atractivo turístico internacional, sin embargo para el individuo colombiano estos no hacen parte de su vida. Sí, quizás para hacer un asado pero nada más, ni muchos menos admiración de flora y fauna.
Es por eso que el colegio campestre ha sido un fiasco, un fracaso. Solo un atractivo superficial para atraer clientes, no estudiantes y familias. Para como se desarrolla la vida en tales colegios no hace falta que quede en el campo, bien podría estar en plena ciudad.
El individuo debería descubrir lo campestre a partir de una introspección e invitación por lado de la familia, como un atractivo más que incentive el amor hacía lo salvaje, hacía los animales, y la lejanía con la ciudad. Tal amor al campo no puede nacer a partir de una idea de obligación, de un cuasi-campo de concentración para miles de personas de corta edad. Cuál es el propósito, el objetivo de esto? Qué hay verdaderamente de campestre en estos colegios? hay acaso vacas, patos, venados rumiando por ahí? Por supuesto que no, máximo será posible encontrar 2 o 3 perros pulgosos pertenecientes al cuidandero. Pareciera que según esta forma de pensar, campestre son los potreros donde se juega fútbol, que ante el primer aguacero se vuelven indomitables lodazales. Sí, ahora que lo pienso ésos son los verdaderos conceptos de campestre aquí.
El colegio es un centro fundamental en la formación del individuo. Es uno de tantos, no el único y eso lo resalto en comparación a los medios, que han hecho pensar a los padres que el colegio es el encargado de toda la formación, lo cual por supuesto no es cierto. Los centros educativos de educación básica y media deberían situarse dentro del mismo barrio donde se vive. Es así en muchos países de Europa, América y Asia. Al estar organizado de ésta forma, cosas tales como ruta escolar e incluso almuerzo del colegio se eliminan por completo, pues ya no son necesarios. El colegio deja de ser un espacio alienador y apartado a la casa, para volverse en sí una extensión de la casa, otro lugar familiar dentro del barrio. Así se forma una verdadera identidad de barrio e incluso se forjan amistades que perduran por el tiempo.
No hace mucho era también de esta forma en los colegios públicos en Bogotá, pongo de ejemplo al viejo colegio distrital de Usaquén, donde los hijos de habitantes del sector pasaron gran parte de la infancia y adolescencia. Colegio que, desafortundamente desde mediados de 2007 a raíz de problemas de mantenimiento en su estructura colonial fue trasladado "temporalmente" al norte, mientras que arreglaban la estructura. Tristemente la corrupción y un oculto proceso de traspaso por medio de remate al mejor postor, ha dejado esta contrucción paralizada. Es un hecho ya que los estudiantes no estarán volviendo a aquél lugar en el tiempo cercano, pues simplemente no cuadran estratificalmente hablando con el nuevo modelo del Usaquén ultra caro. En algún momento dado sería inaugurado ahí un hotel y/o restaurante.
En cuanto a los colegios distritales, lamentablemente el Distrito ha adoptado un modelo parecido al de los colegios públicos. En dónde los estudiantes son forzados a levantarse bastante temprano para ser recogidos y transportados a una masa amorfe que dista de ser mucho una construcción amigable, a ser transportados a un sitio lejos de casa. Esto no es más que otra manifestación de la monstruosa Bogotá del siglo XXI. La Bogota no-humana dada su gran tamaño y absurdo número de población en donde los panoramas son de un cemento gris depresivo, cuasi-alusivo al realismo soviético que se mezcla con el defraudante cielo de igual color.
Cabe preguntarse presentes y futuros padres de familia; si vale la pena pagar transporte, alimentación, útiles escolares, pensiones, matrículas y peor aún bonos, para que sus hijos sean arrebatados durante el dia y transportados a un cementerio del individualismo, donde en jornadas continuas de 8 horas diarias 5 días a la semana, son alienados y moldeados de una forma bastante pobre.
Sí es imposible volver al paradigma del colegio de barrio, la educación en casa o home-schooling debería empezar a ser más contemplado aquí, como ya lo es en el resto del mundo. Una posibilidad que brindaría al estudiante excelentes tutores y también la capacidad de seguir socializando de acuerdo a su edad en centros culturales de distintos países (Alliance Francaise, Göthe Institut, British Council) escuelas de música como también artísticas y de deporte. Sin causar tal sufrimiento escolar al hijo, y dando por resultado un individuo verdadero, preparado desde muchos frentes (psicológico, intelectual, artísticos) para vivir la vida al terminar su educación media y entrar a una nueva etapa.
miércoles, 16 de octubre de 2013
I am Uncertainty
I am Uncertainty who has creepled and followed you in all of your life
I am Uncertainty, the sister of Change, torturing any idea of stability
I am the quicksand, on which the more you move trying to establish yourself, the more you fall into losing your base
I am who has shown you how nothing is permanent, yet your idea of making the liquid solid has brought tears during years for you
The wind tearing the roof down,
The fissure eating what yesterday was a solid stone floor
The wheel which forces you to move your will
To see, if you find how to heal
If there was such a thing as estability things would be different
Of course they would be, I wouldn't be me and this scenario would not exist
If I could achieve complete certainty, complete control over the present and future then I would stop being me...
But that's just a delussion, for the only certainty is the uncertainty. The only thing we can be sure of, is that things come and go... are born and die.
Chasing the silhouette of certainty is the alcohol of the fearful
The more we reach for it, the more it goes out of sight
Only left thing to do is to live here and now,
Surrender our will to the wheel of life,
To work in the available time we have,
Which is only here and now.
This moment will be gone for sure, just as the happy moments I thought would never go away and which are now grains of sand in an infinite desert. Even so, there has been time of sorrow and mournful days, noons of doubt and moons of fear. Those too looked like they would never go away, yet now Stockholm's would like to keep them as warm memories.
Its all gone now, a new all is yet to come. I cannot wander about not being here to be somewhere there, cannot wander about someone being here that I could hear close to my ear. Can only wonder and resign to the changing waves coming near.
I am Uncertainty, the sister of Change, torturing any idea of stability
I am the quicksand, on which the more you move trying to establish yourself, the more you fall into losing your base
I am who has shown you how nothing is permanent, yet your idea of making the liquid solid has brought tears during years for you
The wind tearing the roof down,
The fissure eating what yesterday was a solid stone floor
The wheel which forces you to move your will
To see, if you find how to heal
If there was such a thing as estability things would be different
Of course they would be, I wouldn't be me and this scenario would not exist
If I could achieve complete certainty, complete control over the present and future then I would stop being me...
But that's just a delussion, for the only certainty is the uncertainty. The only thing we can be sure of, is that things come and go... are born and die.
Chasing the silhouette of certainty is the alcohol of the fearful
The more we reach for it, the more it goes out of sight
Only left thing to do is to live here and now,
Surrender our will to the wheel of life,
To work in the available time we have,
Which is only here and now.
This moment will be gone for sure, just as the happy moments I thought would never go away and which are now grains of sand in an infinite desert. Even so, there has been time of sorrow and mournful days, noons of doubt and moons of fear. Those too looked like they would never go away, yet now Stockholm's would like to keep them as warm memories.
Its all gone now, a new all is yet to come. I cannot wander about not being here to be somewhere there, cannot wander about someone being here that I could hear close to my ear. Can only wonder and resign to the changing waves coming near.
lunes, 7 de octubre de 2013
I wish it was day forever
Of the energy wasted in recreating what doesn't exist I would focus on the motion of recovery.
Hopes would be actions, fears wouldn't exist.
Under the strong and valiant rays of the sun I would find my sword to cut through the bushes of life.
Was it day forever, the love of life would be here to say now and ever.
The ocean above us on which the great fire star lies would be the sheet for a life of love and action.
In the absence of night I would kick the ball, run through the wheat covered hills till I find the glorious waters.
In the eternal joy of day I would find those ash-covered olive trees,
In the hampers along my dears, the olives of joy and ecstasy would be reaped
The wine of sincerity, spontaenity, and agape would be shared every noon
Those noons in which none would think or feel something bar happiness
During the eternal days the light would give us the sapphire sea,
The sapphire sea could be the pool to my victory over night and death,
In every grain of salt, a chapter of triumph would be found.
The beaches of love and of the unique feeling would be lived once again.
Under the immortal sun during the endless day there would be graciouness
Harmony, beauty and fearlessness would rise the temperature of our hills
The song of love, the melody of revival would play again and again
And those that have not believed would see! Behold! The day of love and triumph has come
May the sun shine bright forever,
May the sea cover me in its purity
As the olive tree gives fine wine,
The sign would transmute me in joy.
sábado, 28 de septiembre de 2013
I don't hunt, I won't, no more
Is there still a place in mind where the bluebird is a bluebird?
A place in the world where the moss covering the stones of a river make a beautiful picture of peace, harmony, and inner magic.
Where the sight of the falling leaves and the chirping sound of the timid wind invite me to smile and to play.
Is there a place still where a red bird is beautiful because of being red, where a canary is special for being yellow, and a bluebird a mystic creature for being iced colour?
A universe in which collecting acorns is the loveliest hobby for those moon-inviting evenings...
I'm too old to hang around, seeing in the ilussion a reality
Old enough to lose control, and stop the urge of knowing what's going on
Old to see the days passing by and the magic moments slipping by
For a minute of pleasure I've sacrificed billions of seconds of joy
Desire rules the world
Taking forms of toys, taking forms of drink
The desire of the flesh being the strongest one,
And yet being such a shitty one
The days the curves were curves of nurture and care are long gone,
Curves drive the mind to the extreme of the desire
Seeing things that do not exist, just for a minute of happiness
Looking in the flesh the answer to all problems
How many days lost because of this...
As creatures in the spring they hunt...
I don't hunt, I won't, no more--
Uncleanliness of mind and body are filth
For he who searches in others happiness ends up seeing them as material objects. Search for happiness brings unhappiness. To use people is a reknown sport now...
A place in the world where the moss covering the stones of a river make a beautiful picture of peace, harmony, and inner magic.
Where the sight of the falling leaves and the chirping sound of the timid wind invite me to smile and to play.
Is there a place still where a red bird is beautiful because of being red, where a canary is special for being yellow, and a bluebird a mystic creature for being iced colour?
A universe in which collecting acorns is the loveliest hobby for those moon-inviting evenings...
I'm too old to hang around, seeing in the ilussion a reality
Old enough to lose control, and stop the urge of knowing what's going on
Old to see the days passing by and the magic moments slipping by
For a minute of pleasure I've sacrificed billions of seconds of joy
Desire rules the world
Taking forms of toys, taking forms of drink
The desire of the flesh being the strongest one,
And yet being such a shitty one
The days the curves were curves of nurture and care are long gone,
Curves drive the mind to the extreme of the desire
Seeing things that do not exist, just for a minute of happiness
Looking in the flesh the answer to all problems
How many days lost because of this...
As creatures in the spring they hunt...
I don't hunt, I won't, no more--
Uncleanliness of mind and body are filth
For he who searches in others happiness ends up seeing them as material objects. Search for happiness brings unhappiness. To use people is a reknown sport now...
miércoles, 11 de septiembre de 2013
Today's Bloom
It has been a while since I last wrote here. Last weeks have been quite revolutionary concerning my life as most certainly what was before a profound change in a rational way, has finally become a true change or better to say, realization of my life in many more senses than just words, thoughts, or concepts. Truly have to give thanks of this in big part of the electricity and its projections in the mind. Had it not been for what I consider was a black whole I was falling into mentally while physically having a flu, I would not have realized that the most important tools were there the whole time. Sitting in confort while observing my breath has been a wonderful experience, which automatically has increased my discipline to keep repeating it in order 2 / 3 times a day, while my procrastination has disappeared enormously. I have grasped the truth that one cannot have the mind living illusions positively while at the same time whining about the negative illusions sprouting once again. In order for the here and now to be enjoyable for you, dedication and work to overcoming pleasurable fantasies must be done.
As long as you enjoy the fruits of illusion and want them to be real, you'll be chased and believe in the ghosts of illusion. There isn't such thing as fruit of illusion and another ghost of illusion, there's no positive and negative illusion, there is just illusion. The beautiful oasis filled with green palms and pure water is nothing but a mind game. In the digital go-getter global society we dream of having what we don't, we live a permanent role game in which we pretend to be something, an illusion. If you add to this things such as alcohol or drugs, then is worse, as what is false and non-existent will solidify even more in your mind. Most disorders of our day happen exactly because of this. Concentration decreases, anxiety arises, discomfort comes, anger appears. It is also important to state that this is an infinite loop as long as we're not aware of it.
To be here and now is not so easy, specially in a beginning. However, to be here and now just demands to be concentrated in this moment, not to think or worse, worry about here and now in 5 minutes (how ironical).
I believe the capacity of dreaming should be focused into a work of imagination. When all of this mental capacity is channeled through this way, a filter of seeing things as how they are will be much more easily created. Of course, this is just an idea and there's no way to prove it, it's just my intuition... I have no idea where concepts such as "targets" and "ambition" are left with such way of seeing things... at least not the kind of ambition that is composed of dreaming of what is not here.
There are still some very important aspects of the web for me, there is a hope. Nonetheless, planting the seed of reality is an every day exercise that I do outside of it. Be it in the gym as I have returned there, washing dishes, observing my breath, or simply cuddling my cats.
****THE CONTROL WHICH BRINGS DELUSION, DOUBT, FEAR, AND MORE CONTROL IS THE UNSKILFUL PATH, THE UNSKILFUL WAY OF ACTING IN RESPONSE TO THE THOUGHTS**** UNSKILFUL IS THE EXTERNAL TO THE HEART, TO THE COMMUNICATION OF THE SOULS.
IN WHICH THERE IS FEAR, DOUBT, CONTROL THERE IS NOTHING BUT THE DARK.
IN THE CUDDLING OF THE SPIRITS, NURTURING MYSELF AND OTHERS THERE IS THE NATURAL HAPPINESS OF THE BEING. AS I AM BEING TRULY HAPPY TO MYSELF AND TO MY LOVE, IM BEING GOOD AND COMPASSIONATE TO ALL.
THE SPROUT OF JOY IS HERE AND NOW...
miércoles, 31 de julio de 2013
On freedom
It is usually conceived that freedom in modern times is almost something guaranteed, the times of slavery and imperialism are supposedly gone. No matter the colour, the ethnic, the creed, people are born free and live free. Of course this is nothing but a romantic idea, that exists solely in the mind of the naive individual. There are many forms of enslavement; from the african kid picking diamonds in the depths of dangerous caves, up to the individual that believes himself to be free, but that has actually surrendered his freedom to someone else. And not, this is not one of those articles in which I'm going to attack the capitalist or consumerism style of living, at least not from this point of view. Such articles abound on the internet, and so what's the point of writing yet one more of those? Not going to attack wallstreet, work from 8 to 5, bla bla, etc. That's not what it is about.
This is merely a reflection on what exactly is freedom. Who is really free? I guess that not so many people. It seems almost as part of human nature to hate freedom, to be influential, and to surrender to someone else. Being strong, keeping your own point of view even though it might contradict what is established can be quite tough. It's not about breaking the rules, of entering into some kind of immoral way of acting. But simply of being yourself, and trusting yourself. Sounds easy but is very difficult to practice. From school we're taught to surrender to the will of the master. Which isn't particulary wrong at all, but that is certanly the first step towards finishing your freedom.
I'm not speaking about not studying, or nor listening to the professor. Just that the whole archetype should be re-evaluated. Teacher is who teaches us what a tool is, and the different ways to use it. But not that order us to use it in a specific way. So on and so forth, the kid grows up and will eventually give his freedom away. Some will to the boss, other to the spiritual leader, family doctor, president, even to his own wife/her own husband. That's simply how it is.
But why is this happening? why has it happened for uncountable centuries? Being free while charged with a heavy dose of thinking will always lead you towards a moral debate. What is right and what is wrong? The human is afraid of breaking a line. Let's not forget that the line between genius and madness is very thin. human is good by nature, but is very easily corrupted. If the individual sees his neighbour breaking the line, he'll think "what is stopping me from doing so?" there will even come the point that through mental and material crisis this inner question will become more, and more relevant, very strong, even can become a torture. From this is born a distorsion that doesn't let live in peace. Human is the only species that because of being so rational, can go to the extreme of killing himself due to an inner conflict.
Now, let's speak about the modern world. A global society in which most of the people have perpetual and consistent access to news. Both through the internet, as also offline on the tv, news papers, radio, etc. This is a planet in which the news are not what the followers do, but what the breakers do. This category of "breaker" can be even divided into those that do so with good intentions, and those that do so with bad ones. As for the former, we have all these goverment leakers across the world denouncing precisley the violation to human rights, to freedom, what is wrong with the world. They break for denouncing. Then we have those that violate for their self good, not caring if they harm others on the process. Of these there are also countless individuals.
No matter if good or bad intentions, they are all breakers... they are all over the news because they are the ones that break the program. When have you seen news of a guy that follows a rigid schedule and follows the law? Well never.. that's not news, and that is simply boring. Just as is fun to see someone slip after stepping on a banana shell, it is far more entertaining to read about who stole a bank, who put a bomb, than Jimmy from your neighborhoud. This is the generation of entertainment, where just as in the tv and cinema is nice to see criminals, it is equally nice seeing them on real life (sure, as long as it doesn't concern you, or your loved ones)
With such "tempations" lying on the other corner, how can the individual remain rightful even under the worst circunstances? What is rightful anyway? Ok to resume, this is where anxiety and stress are born. The human has to lead with the inner conflict between his belief, compassion, and what in the material world is conceived as the survival of the fittest. Between all these words, somewhere an identity lies, and under such mask called identity, a human soul lies.
To solve all those conflicts by your own, demands you to start an inner journey which will take you with to the deepest shadows, to the valley of inner death. "Ain't nobody got time for that" The show must go on, you must keep moving.. there's a world out there that won't stop simply because the kid's getting emotional, even more, if you have a family then there's yet more reasons for not stopping. All this happens with the free man. The free man unless he lives somewhere in the mountains apart from society, will sooner or later confront the XXI century Mara; the consumption of good and evil in the pool of material wealth. That's why individuals such as Edward Bernays conceived democracy as they did, as a facade for consumerism. Because the individual cannot be nothing more than a consumerist. At least, that's what people in charge of most companies and goverments believe. It has always been so.
Before there was the Church, the Divine right justifying the Monarchy. They "safely" represented the will of the people. It was God given's right that the Pope and the King rule over mankind Most people were happy with this for a long while. What better way and what beter place to keep your freedom that under the heavenly locks of the Sacred Church? What better psychologist, doctor, than God himself? Such concept is valuable and acceptable under the right eye, nonetheless, it got corrupted and became an excuse for tyranny against the people.
Such same people, those same masses of peasants turned merchants became demanding. Arrived to the conclusion that such Divine right was nothing more than bollocks, and they destroyed it. For a while the Secularism became the bread of the day, until such bread ended up being toxic and leading people to two world wars, and many other conflicts in the last two centuries. Where there's no God there's only the law imposed by man. And who better to break man's law than man himself? Chaos invaded humanity... the individual discovered that his tower of Babel had failed. That under the flag of democracy man had turned against each other. The solution, a swift change of paradigm. Mammon shall be the new god. Man shall aspire, live and die for money. However, it failed miserably too.
Human has gone back to basics. Freedom is for the tough, you need time and full dedication to be able to grasp, yet alone enjoy such gift. The legal (I include alcohol) and illegal drugs are at the order of the day. We are going back to the point that people simply want to be told how to live their lives, afterall that's the easiest path. We still have a Pope, monarchs spreading their lineage, but we also have the new leaders, the doctors, the gurus the new entertainment stars. The hall of leaders has been expanded. A fan is nothing more than a fervant believer. As a mere mortal that I am I can only state from the bottom of my heart that is very fortunate, and a privilige if you find someone that turns to influence you for good. Whether teacher, friend, spouse, doctor, priest etc. Unfortunately freedom is very valuable, and there will always be a wolf disguised as sheep ready to enjoy what is yours, and lead to manipulation.
A man can only grow up when he grabs the reins of his life. Most of humans, prefer to remain in a long state of childhood without making this step, not
taking the first swim without floaties.
martes, 23 de julio de 2013
A FLOWER IS A...
A FLOWER.
A Stone is a stone. Red is red, blue is blue. A smile, is simply a smile. Just an experience.
A cognitive discovery for me has been to recognize the nature of the experience. We have been taught to predict an outcome, to read deeper meanings in any symbol. To just not look into the shallow. To feel the depths. What is the result of this? what is the result in underestimating the direct experience in favor of the imaginative, of the thought? of what doesn't exist?
By a New wave, it has been mainstream to look for the profound. Sure, this is not bad at all, and through it, seeds of art are sown into the ground. However the trascendental can become a self imposed limit when we support the non-existent against what is here and now. Like the old tales of magicians destroying themselves after becoming obsessed with the withcraft, this is what happens when the individual searches in his prejudices and cooperates to create visions. Even though he might be wanting to create a celestial garden, as mere cause and effect he'll create a stormy sea.
You might say: "it is a well known fact nowadays that secret cabals have used languages of symbols for ages, and in those symbols that are given as clues through the popular media nowadays, they show their might to the masses.... which in turn, they use to control them " What is ignored through stating this, is that the symbol is nothing, is just a drawing. Form is singular, is subjective, and therefore is experienced as something different by every single being. It is only when we accept the meaning of a symbol, that such meaning comes into existence. The ritual holds no power, the submission and faith to it, is what matters exclusively and uniquely.
It is the experience the only thing that counts, what we do, not what we think. You might even go further and say that even the act doesn't exist, but well.. I won't go that far, is not a field that is known to me, nor something I have felt. My point is rather simple Don't hold any belief, just feel. There's the domain of logic and reasoning, and also the domain of being. That's also why we are human BEINGS. The latter having been forgotten since the Illuminism arise in the West, but slowly coming back to where it rightfuly belongs.
Logic, let's leave it to where it belongs, giving feeling its space once again. When you feel something, you're feeling just that. There's no deeper, nor nasty meaning behind it. Anger is anger, that's what it is... Anxiety is Anxiety. Prediction and presumption are superstition.
There's a cause and end when is read through the experience and the feeling, through what the body wants to communicate. As for the rest, is simply a distorsion caused by the moon.
Friend
Through the peaks of sorrow and sacrifice, to the light of joy, my friend has always been there. A furry face, a masculine sight, a feminine beauty, it just doesn't matter... because it's simply my friend.
I have seen you leave, once and yet again and again. Should not surprise me, as we're all in an individual journey. A trip in which, through fortune and blessing we meet for a brief moment, just to communicate and yet, part again.
What could be of those hard obstacles without friend? through the darkness we would fall, all but desperation would remain.
And what about those magic and enlightening moments? what would they be, if they could not be shared? For what is shared and enjoyed mutually stays forever, but the rest vanishes in the thin air.
So many stages in life have passed, and most likely so many are yet to come. Friend on either side of the continent, friend on either side of judgment, friend on any cardinal point. It is just left for me to wonder, are you friend the one and the same? Is it you, through many faces, the word that trascends time and space? Is it you the same I have seen singing in the trees while drinking nectar of life, to the one I have shared human conversations with? Is through this vital bond that I am to understand one of the keys of life?
Friend, one grows accustomed too. On which through communication a bond of trust and share is established. Yet, all is relative and impermanent. One moment we are both enjoying the ride, on the next the road splits. God only knows if I'll see you again with the same face, friend. No doubt though, that I'll still get to see you with another, even more than once.
Friend simply as a concept encompassing all beings (not limited to humans) with which we have the joy of sharing the trip for a while. Taken for granted as everything else, yet that will always eventually continue with their own road, their own journey... to which we'll say "see you soon" Just to see someone else come and take that place. Sure, that new is not a replacement, for the old bond, the old song of the souls will forever, yet it is the one and the same concept of Friend.
In life we take everything for granted. Let's just contemplate our heart for a minute, and remember in joy all those good and great friends. Some have gone incredibly far by the distance yet are very close emotionally. Others can be a block away but being poles apart from us now. Of others, we have the blessing to still have close both emotionally, and physically... No matter what the scenario is, should Joy and Share remain in our visions of him/her, those great moments will be still.
I have seen you leave, once and yet again and again. Should not surprise me, as we're all in an individual journey. A trip in which, through fortune and blessing we meet for a brief moment, just to communicate and yet, part again.
What could be of those hard obstacles without friend? through the darkness we would fall, all but desperation would remain.
And what about those magic and enlightening moments? what would they be, if they could not be shared? For what is shared and enjoyed mutually stays forever, but the rest vanishes in the thin air.
So many stages in life have passed, and most likely so many are yet to come. Friend on either side of the continent, friend on either side of judgment, friend on any cardinal point. It is just left for me to wonder, are you friend the one and the same? Is it you, through many faces, the word that trascends time and space? Is it you the same I have seen singing in the trees while drinking nectar of life, to the one I have shared human conversations with? Is through this vital bond that I am to understand one of the keys of life?
Friend, one grows accustomed too. On which through communication a bond of trust and share is established. Yet, all is relative and impermanent. One moment we are both enjoying the ride, on the next the road splits. God only knows if I'll see you again with the same face, friend. No doubt though, that I'll still get to see you with another, even more than once.
Friend simply as a concept encompassing all beings (not limited to humans) with which we have the joy of sharing the trip for a while. Taken for granted as everything else, yet that will always eventually continue with their own road, their own journey... to which we'll say "see you soon" Just to see someone else come and take that place. Sure, that new is not a replacement, for the old bond, the old song of the souls will forever, yet it is the one and the same concept of Friend.
In life we take everything for granted. Let's just contemplate our heart for a minute, and remember in joy all those good and great friends. Some have gone incredibly far by the distance yet are very close emotionally. Others can be a block away but being poles apart from us now. Of others, we have the blessing to still have close both emotionally, and physically... No matter what the scenario is, should Joy and Share remain in our visions of him/her, those great moments will be still.
domingo, 7 de julio de 2013
A Hummingbird's Omen: Enjoy the nectar of life
Singing for me today,
Forsee the joys the flowers give,
And the nature that forgives.
With your sweet chirp,
And a swift leer,
Life and Nature are one and same.
In your eyes, the happy tunes are back to my sight.
Synchronicities in life are always present. I have been very fortunate to have some very beautiful and sunny days of lately. Emotions had been probably redefinined, in tune more with the spontaneous joy of life finally. Is truly a blessing to have hot days, where the sky seems like a sea above us, and there's not a single cloud. Days in which from the green Eastern mountains, some winds arrive. But they are not razor kind of winds, contrary, they are like a sweet drink for the soul. Not even the best water could give such a pleasant sensation.
To sit under a tree, just contemplating the sounds and sights that are close by. My favorite: Harmonically, you raise your head and look up to the tree. So many branches! The cups of those same trees resemble the most amazing neurons, as almost the most distant galaxies out there. This brings me back to the old Songs of Innocence by William Blake. I really believe, there aren't as many blessings on Earth, as the one when you feel one with nature, one the same. Not a separated object, just in tune with the melody. Standing up and resuming your walk among those same trees, you can hear how they sing thanks to the wind. The eldest ones are majestic, of a green that looks like blue. Aethereal trees of multiple dimensions that have been given to you by life as present right now. And then you hug them.. and you feel simply like a part of them.
That's right. I feel I have not only recovered, but also increased my old and strong relation with nature. All of these feelings and actions were spontaneous, driven by a mere love to what was surrounding me in this hot day.
As a signal from life, upon my return to home from the market I heard a very low chirp. Turned out to be an Emerald Hummingbird standing on a tree looking at me and my mum. The tiny guy kept singing, and even when I approached closer, he remained there. Mysterious yet gorgeous. I had not seen before a hummingbird in person so close while remaining still. Real magic in motion.
I was greatly surprised hours later while reading about the Hummingbird and its symbolism. Is one of the best totems, and truly apropiate for this occassion. A sign from life telling me "continue this path as you're going in the right direction" I couldn't have received a better response from nature.
Hummingbird, the bird of the New World. Very fast, yet concentrated, and always focused on getting the maximum nectar out of every single flower. Living in the here and now. Fragile, yet able to travel more than 1000 km!
I'm just very, very thankful towards you hummingbird. Hope to see you once again while walking nearby!
lunes, 1 de julio de 2013
On polarities: Masculinity and Femininity. Freedom-Cattle
This is a subject I have had in mind for some days already. I had not written here in some weeks because I'm concentrating on the novel attempt I'm doing at the moment. As such, I have been focusing my free time and dedication to that. Nonetheless, it is nice to return once in a while to the blog, specially knowing there's people enjoying what I write here.
About sexuality and its relation with the polarities of nature, with Masculine and Feminine, I have had many, many questions for a long time. Is it so straightforward as to classify everything in black and white? On the contrary, we should not forget that in the Ying there's Yang, and in the Yang there's Ying. Black has white, and White has black. Man has Anima, Woman has Animus. So on and so forth.
This concept first arisen in my mind some weeks ago, thinking about OCD, those what if's.. and such kind of things. It is a fact that as we grow older, as we have new experiences in life, some beliefs we had before disappear, and are instantly replaced by sole experience. No longer a belief based in nothing more than air, but instead something you had felt by yourself, that as an epiphany has come to your mind. I wasn't born nor raise in a conservative family, yet somehow I absorbed some beliefs that over the time got very strong until they became some strong foundations. To put it briefly, somehow I had for many years some sort of "Monk" mentality... I would go as far as to say that it hasn't disappeared completely. This is not positive nor negative entirely, it has both aspects. I still welcome in my life the positive ones, while contributing for the bad ones to disappear. What were those bad ones? Well, mainly to judge others. Now I feel that I had a very big duality concerning the behavior of others, and of course who am I to judge? Moreover, who am I to try to control or influence morally others? In conclusion everyone take their own road.
This of course doesn't mean that I would take others roads if I feel I do not feel comfortable about it. Simply, that there's more tolerance now.
It is much what I have read on the subject, having studied Political Science. Feminism, Gay rights, etc. I had mixed views and even confusion about how I should conceive these facts about life on Earth. Also believe that there's many paradoxes and debates difficult to resolve on this. I won't put my own opinion on the subject, simply and sincerely what I have seen that happens currently. On one hand, there's millions advocating for Gay Marriage, right for them to adopt kids, etc. On the other, there's millions stating that if all these things get approved, people with sexual aberrations will start advocating for same rights. What do I think about this? Well I don't know exactly.. I only know that it reminds me of the newly born debate and campaign for "mental diversity" leaded by many geniuses that have Asperbergs and Autism, they want to be recognized as entirely functional in their own way, which I think is a legitimate opinion... however... just as with the other debate, many people are already stating about the possibility of schizophrenics campaigning for the same.
What do I think about it? Well, its complex and I prefer to see rather than to judge. Contemplating what will come to pass.
What I do know however is the following:
The Human craves for being classified! The Human is a being in panic of his own freedom. He has been manipulated and brainwashed for a long time. He is deeply afraid of doing his own journey, of being simply "him". No, he wants to be classified somewhere, feel just like part of the cattle. Structures become shackles that are greatly welcomed, for he only wants to resign to his freedom. Human's greatest suffering is his own freedom! citing The Grand Inquisitor, Brothers Karamazov. It is even, a process that been greatly amplified during the last century thanks to all the effort made by the fields of Psychoanalysis and Sociology. A human listening to Pink Floyd, having his own farm, smoking pot, etc. Will be classified as a hippie. One working in the stock market, drinking Don Perignon, driving a Mercedes, will be classified as Yuppie. These nowadays happens with hundreds of groups. Geeks, Nerds, Skinheads, Emos (do they still exist?), Punks, Metalheads, Goths, Hippies, Yuppies, Rastafaris.. it can go even beyond this, to the mere structure of society. Thus, engineers, lawyers, managers, etc. EVERYONE is something, anything, but not themselves.
Funniest of all, people love being classified. Joyfully they will gather with those of their own group, as brothers in cattle, and eat the pastures left for them. That's the basis of the modern market. There's a product made and dedicated to every single group of society. Think about the lines a Zebra has, those lines serve themselves to be identified in their group. Well, in the modern world those lines are the recently released products. Is Anna an Android user? or an Apple geek? is Thomas in the PS4 crowd? or an XBOX believer? Those are the lines made in this society.
My point goes to the following. There are lines in society that just exist in the realm of the imposed imaginarium. Someone that is conceived as a geek is not a geek, even if he believes he is a geek he is not. Most probably, he is ignoring other aspects of himself. Trying to be admitted he has adopted this role in society. He might use a Green Lantern shirt from Sheldon of The Big Bang Theory, play Magic: The Gathering, and love Star Wars. The "geekiest of all Geeks" he might think of himself. Yet if we check his childhood, we'll discover many other aspects of himself that had great potential, yet were either suppressed or left behind during his time of adaptation, his time of being shaped by society. That same kid might have been a football super star, a famous painter, etc. This happens in all groups. And here we arrive to the point. As of Human sexuality is the same.
The Western world in all of its pride and decadence, has been greatly dualistic since its beginnings. There's just Black and White, never grey. There is Brave and Coward never a middle. There's just Rambo/Rocky and a sissy ladybug man.... which are you?
Enforced through the centuries, men has been taught to suppress a part of himself. Simply this doesn't work, sooner or later the Anima will want to unite, sooner or later the Shadow will be knocking at your door.
Right/Left ideology (yet another radicalism) doesn't matter. All this ends up in simple extremism in decadence. All the dictatorships, some of the so called democracies, as also the putrid regimes of the last century had something in common: Every single human has been given a role and he cannot take another, nevertheless combine different roles.. because that's a heresy that must be punished!
-You believe in the principles of America yet you think some Socialist things are noble? You're a dirty and evil communist! Good luck with the McCarthy policies
- You love your motherland and love some initiatives that are working, yet believe there should be more freedom of expression? You're a traitor to the cause, working for the western capitalists! Good luck with Stalin!
-You think your country is no longer a Casino and are happy about it, yet think that the government is becoming a bit too excessive? You're a capitalist pig working for the imperialist USA! Good luck with Castro!
So on.. and so forth. The world leaders didn't and still not tolerate an integrated and w-holy human being.
It's exactly the same with sexuality.
Modern western culture (during the last 60 years) is very black/white. Take the hero of the moment: John Wayne, Marlon Brando, Chuck Norris, Sylver Stallone, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Bruce Willies, the real "Expendables". Those are the real deal, the real men. You got to behave like this. You listen to Tchaikovsky? Oh dude... sorry but you're fucking gay. Same happens the other way around with women. Everyone is supposed to take a role and that's it. Just check all the zombies in modern tv, "doesn't matter if you're poisoning your body with steroids in order to look like Bane, simply because you're a man" and for woman "Doesn't matter if you let any man take possession of you.. simply because that's how in the music videos all these divas behave.. that's how a real woman is"
A moment of checking a webpage supposedly about jokes such as 9GAG, will reveal the distorted visions people have.
William Blake, Frederic Chopin, Debussy, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Tolstoy, Van Gogh, Mozart,, Mucha, Wagner, thousands of others would be considered very gay by this distorted vision. Yet they all loved women passionately.
What was happening with this people then? They simply and truly integrated their feminine aspect, their anima. A man for being man doesn't mean he must lose all sensibility. A woman for being woman doesn't mean she has to lose the courage. Life on Earth is a paradise when you're integrated, when you're able to see things united, instead of suppressing and polarizing yourself.
In all men there's women, in all women there's men. This doesn't make a man gay, or a woman a lesbian.
Man = Hunts, brings the food.
Woman = Nurtures, protective mother.
Those two are perhaps the lines that can define both aspects the best. Again, both genres have both. Man more of one, Woman more of the other.
"Gay" is a trend impulsed by the media. Sure, there's people that simply enjoy and feel deeply attracted sexuality to the other genre, there's nothing bad with them. But as of countless others, they are simply confused do not know what to think of their feelings. Assimilate sensibility as something gay, when is not.
It is even in the root of the English language. "Love" compromises so many different feelings, is confused and distorted always. Wouldn't it be better to return to the Greek on this? Agápe, Éros, Philia, Storge.... Not because a man feels Agápe for his friend means he feels Éros. Yet somehow, in the distorted globalized world of nowadays, both have become one and the same. Time to finish with this distorsion.
A bacchanal of Semantics and Symbology is what we have here. Even the word gay that used to mean happy, has become something entirely different. See any resonance in this? Is a process that goes deeper and gets worse quickly. The Rainbow which was a sacred symbol of the Indians suddenly became a symbol with homosexual copyright. The Unicorn? Used to represent Christ in Mysticism, now they also want to make it of Gay copyright. Flowers.. everything!
I'm not going against homosexuality. Simply going against the trend of wanting to classify everything. Everything is subjective and people should stop pretending to be equally to the others of their "so called group" No matter if such group is a cult around music, some sexual orientation, economical belief, whatever, etc.
To everything, a mass symbol and meaning has been given. To conclude lets look at these two perceptions:
He likes to go to the ballet, likes to paint spring fields, likes also electronic music.
Sounds pretty gay doesn't it?
Now..
He likes to watch sweaty men in shorts kicking a football, likes to see semi-nude wrestlers fighting, likes going to concerts where there's only men shouting.
wait...
That sounds gay too, doesn´t it?
It's all a matter of perception. The individual should be mindful, and look inside for his feelings, for the answers through contemplation. Instead of deluding himself thinking he'll find the answers through being classified by others.
About sexuality and its relation with the polarities of nature, with Masculine and Feminine, I have had many, many questions for a long time. Is it so straightforward as to classify everything in black and white? On the contrary, we should not forget that in the Ying there's Yang, and in the Yang there's Ying. Black has white, and White has black. Man has Anima, Woman has Animus. So on and so forth.
This concept first arisen in my mind some weeks ago, thinking about OCD, those what if's.. and such kind of things. It is a fact that as we grow older, as we have new experiences in life, some beliefs we had before disappear, and are instantly replaced by sole experience. No longer a belief based in nothing more than air, but instead something you had felt by yourself, that as an epiphany has come to your mind. I wasn't born nor raise in a conservative family, yet somehow I absorbed some beliefs that over the time got very strong until they became some strong foundations. To put it briefly, somehow I had for many years some sort of "Monk" mentality... I would go as far as to say that it hasn't disappeared completely. This is not positive nor negative entirely, it has both aspects. I still welcome in my life the positive ones, while contributing for the bad ones to disappear. What were those bad ones? Well, mainly to judge others. Now I feel that I had a very big duality concerning the behavior of others, and of course who am I to judge? Moreover, who am I to try to control or influence morally others? In conclusion everyone take their own road.
This of course doesn't mean that I would take others roads if I feel I do not feel comfortable about it. Simply, that there's more tolerance now.
It is much what I have read on the subject, having studied Political Science. Feminism, Gay rights, etc. I had mixed views and even confusion about how I should conceive these facts about life on Earth. Also believe that there's many paradoxes and debates difficult to resolve on this. I won't put my own opinion on the subject, simply and sincerely what I have seen that happens currently. On one hand, there's millions advocating for Gay Marriage, right for them to adopt kids, etc. On the other, there's millions stating that if all these things get approved, people with sexual aberrations will start advocating for same rights. What do I think about this? Well I don't know exactly.. I only know that it reminds me of the newly born debate and campaign for "mental diversity" leaded by many geniuses that have Asperbergs and Autism, they want to be recognized as entirely functional in their own way, which I think is a legitimate opinion... however... just as with the other debate, many people are already stating about the possibility of schizophrenics campaigning for the same.
What do I think about it? Well, its complex and I prefer to see rather than to judge. Contemplating what will come to pass.
What I do know however is the following:
The Human craves for being classified! The Human is a being in panic of his own freedom. He has been manipulated and brainwashed for a long time. He is deeply afraid of doing his own journey, of being simply "him". No, he wants to be classified somewhere, feel just like part of the cattle. Structures become shackles that are greatly welcomed, for he only wants to resign to his freedom. Human's greatest suffering is his own freedom! citing The Grand Inquisitor, Brothers Karamazov. It is even, a process that been greatly amplified during the last century thanks to all the effort made by the fields of Psychoanalysis and Sociology. A human listening to Pink Floyd, having his own farm, smoking pot, etc. Will be classified as a hippie. One working in the stock market, drinking Don Perignon, driving a Mercedes, will be classified as Yuppie. These nowadays happens with hundreds of groups. Geeks, Nerds, Skinheads, Emos (do they still exist?), Punks, Metalheads, Goths, Hippies, Yuppies, Rastafaris.. it can go even beyond this, to the mere structure of society. Thus, engineers, lawyers, managers, etc. EVERYONE is something, anything, but not themselves.
Funniest of all, people love being classified. Joyfully they will gather with those of their own group, as brothers in cattle, and eat the pastures left for them. That's the basis of the modern market. There's a product made and dedicated to every single group of society. Think about the lines a Zebra has, those lines serve themselves to be identified in their group. Well, in the modern world those lines are the recently released products. Is Anna an Android user? or an Apple geek? is Thomas in the PS4 crowd? or an XBOX believer? Those are the lines made in this society.
My point goes to the following. There are lines in society that just exist in the realm of the imposed imaginarium. Someone that is conceived as a geek is not a geek, even if he believes he is a geek he is not. Most probably, he is ignoring other aspects of himself. Trying to be admitted he has adopted this role in society. He might use a Green Lantern shirt from Sheldon of The Big Bang Theory, play Magic: The Gathering, and love Star Wars. The "geekiest of all Geeks" he might think of himself. Yet if we check his childhood, we'll discover many other aspects of himself that had great potential, yet were either suppressed or left behind during his time of adaptation, his time of being shaped by society. That same kid might have been a football super star, a famous painter, etc. This happens in all groups. And here we arrive to the point. As of Human sexuality is the same.
The Western world in all of its pride and decadence, has been greatly dualistic since its beginnings. There's just Black and White, never grey. There is Brave and Coward never a middle. There's just Rambo/Rocky and a sissy ladybug man.... which are you?
Enforced through the centuries, men has been taught to suppress a part of himself. Simply this doesn't work, sooner or later the Anima will want to unite, sooner or later the Shadow will be knocking at your door.
Right/Left ideology (yet another radicalism) doesn't matter. All this ends up in simple extremism in decadence. All the dictatorships, some of the so called democracies, as also the putrid regimes of the last century had something in common: Every single human has been given a role and he cannot take another, nevertheless combine different roles.. because that's a heresy that must be punished!
-You believe in the principles of America yet you think some Socialist things are noble? You're a dirty and evil communist! Good luck with the McCarthy policies
- You love your motherland and love some initiatives that are working, yet believe there should be more freedom of expression? You're a traitor to the cause, working for the western capitalists! Good luck with Stalin!
-You think your country is no longer a Casino and are happy about it, yet think that the government is becoming a bit too excessive? You're a capitalist pig working for the imperialist USA! Good luck with Castro!
So on.. and so forth. The world leaders didn't and still not tolerate an integrated and w-holy human being.
It's exactly the same with sexuality.
Modern western culture (during the last 60 years) is very black/white. Take the hero of the moment: John Wayne, Marlon Brando, Chuck Norris, Sylver Stallone, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Bruce Willies, the real "Expendables". Those are the real deal, the real men. You got to behave like this. You listen to Tchaikovsky? Oh dude... sorry but you're fucking gay. Same happens the other way around with women. Everyone is supposed to take a role and that's it. Just check all the zombies in modern tv, "doesn't matter if you're poisoning your body with steroids in order to look like Bane, simply because you're a man" and for woman "Doesn't matter if you let any man take possession of you.. simply because that's how in the music videos all these divas behave.. that's how a real woman is"
A moment of checking a webpage supposedly about jokes such as 9GAG, will reveal the distorted visions people have. William Blake, Frederic Chopin, Debussy, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Tolstoy, Van Gogh, Mozart,, Mucha, Wagner, thousands of others would be considered very gay by this distorted vision. Yet they all loved women passionately.
What was happening with this people then? They simply and truly integrated their feminine aspect, their anima. A man for being man doesn't mean he must lose all sensibility. A woman for being woman doesn't mean she has to lose the courage. Life on Earth is a paradise when you're integrated, when you're able to see things united, instead of suppressing and polarizing yourself.
In all men there's women, in all women there's men. This doesn't make a man gay, or a woman a lesbian.
Man = Hunts, brings the food.
Woman = Nurtures, protective mother.
Those two are perhaps the lines that can define both aspects the best. Again, both genres have both. Man more of one, Woman more of the other.
"Gay" is a trend impulsed by the media. Sure, there's people that simply enjoy and feel deeply attracted sexuality to the other genre, there's nothing bad with them. But as of countless others, they are simply confused do not know what to think of their feelings. Assimilate sensibility as something gay, when is not.
It is even in the root of the English language. "Love" compromises so many different feelings, is confused and distorted always. Wouldn't it be better to return to the Greek on this? Agápe, Éros, Philia, Storge.... Not because a man feels Agápe for his friend means he feels Éros. Yet somehow, in the distorted globalized world of nowadays, both have become one and the same. Time to finish with this distorsion.
A bacchanal of Semantics and Symbology is what we have here. Even the word gay that used to mean happy, has become something entirely different. See any resonance in this? Is a process that goes deeper and gets worse quickly. The Rainbow which was a sacred symbol of the Indians suddenly became a symbol with homosexual copyright. The Unicorn? Used to represent Christ in Mysticism, now they also want to make it of Gay copyright. Flowers.. everything!
I'm not going against homosexuality. Simply going against the trend of wanting to classify everything. Everything is subjective and people should stop pretending to be equally to the others of their "so called group" No matter if such group is a cult around music, some sexual orientation, economical belief, whatever, etc.
To everything, a mass symbol and meaning has been given. To conclude lets look at these two perceptions:
He likes to go to the ballet, likes to paint spring fields, likes also electronic music.
Sounds pretty gay doesn't it?
Now..
He likes to watch sweaty men in shorts kicking a football, likes to see semi-nude wrestlers fighting, likes going to concerts where there's only men shouting.
wait...
That sounds gay too, doesn´t it?
It's all a matter of perception. The individual should be mindful, and look inside for his feelings, for the answers through contemplation. Instead of deluding himself thinking he'll find the answers through being classified by others.
domingo, 19 de mayo de 2013
Fear, a mirror, and some demons
Tidal waves crashing abruptly into the rocks,
An aged Albatross maniatically works,
To bring doom and sorrow upon the lost,
The summoned joyful escapes like a fox.
Black clouds scourge the mind,
Fears blow like the wounded wind,
In the now there's the shield,
To defeat and reach the olive field.
The three-headed demons sing tonight,
Unchained, called to reduce the light,
Reptilian panters rejoice in fight,
To reduce any laugh in the near sight.
Ogre-like creatures how you you scream this night!
Torturing the mortal's judgement of good and bad!
Plunging souls into the endless bitterness,
Submerging bodies in the drown wilderness.
Of Sin you have made a home,
A thrill since you have come,
The rusty mill is the womb,
Just confusion as the coldest tomb.
No demon crawls tonight,
Merely the illusion of the one who cried,
Awaken now the pure Seer,
Recognizes the putrid fear.
A mirror is all that was, is and will be,
Open the gates and feel it be,
As the plateau's fog leaves,
Appear the greenest leaves
In the ignorance of the shadow,
Is born Fifteen the shallow,
Not knowing your own self,
Makes you believe a hundred tales.
Just one thing is to remember,
Awake to your reflection to be tender,
To yourself and to others,
To be both the lovers.
A mirror is all that was, is and will be,
No demon exists, that is the key.
You're only reflecting the fear,
That triumphant and in joy, you have to tear.
***Instead of creating anthropomorphic figures out of our own fears... Or to rationally justify absurdity, rather than escaping from the shadow, we must recognize it as such, merely an own reflection of ourselves, happily and in mindful emotion acceptance and victory will be reaped****
An aged Albatross maniatically works,
To bring doom and sorrow upon the lost,
The summoned joyful escapes like a fox.
Black clouds scourge the mind,
Fears blow like the wounded wind,
In the now there's the shield,
To defeat and reach the olive field.
The three-headed demons sing tonight,
Unchained, called to reduce the light,
Reptilian panters rejoice in fight,
To reduce any laugh in the near sight.
Ogre-like creatures how you you scream this night!
Torturing the mortal's judgement of good and bad!
Plunging souls into the endless bitterness,
Submerging bodies in the drown wilderness.
Of Sin you have made a home,
A thrill since you have come,
The rusty mill is the womb,
Just confusion as the coldest tomb.
No demon crawls tonight,
Merely the illusion of the one who cried,
Awaken now the pure Seer,
Recognizes the putrid fear.
A mirror is all that was, is and will be,
Open the gates and feel it be,
As the plateau's fog leaves,
Appear the greenest leaves
In the ignorance of the shadow,
Is born Fifteen the shallow,
Not knowing your own self,
Makes you believe a hundred tales.
Just one thing is to remember,
Awake to your reflection to be tender,
To yourself and to others,
To be both the lovers.
A mirror is all that was, is and will be,
No demon exists, that is the key.
You're only reflecting the fear,
That triumphant and in joy, you have to tear.
***Instead of creating anthropomorphic figures out of our own fears... Or to rationally justify absurdity, rather than escaping from the shadow, we must recognize it as such, merely an own reflection of ourselves, happily and in mindful emotion acceptance and victory will be reaped****
sábado, 18 de mayo de 2013
And the people bowed and prayed to the neon God they made
Online being offline,
In ignorance and anger,
Covered by the veil of compulsion,
The soul falls into repulsion
In darkness and silence,
The true nature rises,
Eyes wide open into the black,
To reality they come back.
Two weeks ago, during a lightness of being moment that could have been relaxing if I had taken it properly, but ended as one of those unbearable ones, I fell into the geekery of playing games online. One game is fun, the second is even more interesting, the third you OUGHT to win, the fourth in case you lose, becomes a suffering. Got to ask myself, why is it fun to play online? As stated above, once the person falls into the "cyber berserk" type of behaviour, he no longer plays for having fun, merely for winning, and upon losing, a sore loser takes upon him. Sad isn't it? Let's add to the fact that many games (like the one I was playing) offer awards for winning.. heck, even playing it costs some money (in my case, some paypal leftovers) so basically you keep playing, as long as the illusion of winning more persists, as long as you have some credit left. Not so different to a casino! A game disguised as intellectual, but with a rather big percentage of luck! It went all the way to absorb 7 days of this month! The mindfulness attained through smart choices of time, were being reversed by this, even anger appearing upon losing, was trying to manifest in reality. Having the mind flying somewhere far from here, I could have caused some kind of kitchen explosion by accidentally cooking something in a microwave with aluminum foil, luckily nothing got to happen. By then I had already noticed how this was affecting my concentration and calm, I wanted out of the game yet I had no success finding someone to exchange the "tix" I had left for some paypal credit once again, so I kept on playing some hours more.
As a nice synchronicity, something went wrong with the electric plant of my building causing not only this, but the entire street to go out of energy. It was an abrupt end to the game which produced me some anger initially as I had planned to enter a big tournament at 7 pm. First hour or so I was pissed off about this event, how we had been covered by darkness. Time went by, and with it the illusion that the electricity would be back within the same day, the desperation vanished and a sense of inner peace appeared. I could hear the neighbors being desperate talking to the janitor, mentioning how they would go out to cinema or some other plan since the service had not returned.
What would happen if one of those infamous solar flames cause a worldwide shortage of electricity? So many things in modern society depend upon this service. All commerce, most healthcare, preserving food. It's difficult to imagine nor desirable. Although when it is only for mere hours, half a day maximum, it can be a relieving an almost spiritual-like experience. Worth trying it once in a while! Turning off the lights and having as only light the solitary candle.
Perhaps the lights and sounds of society keep us blind, in a degrading motion trance, the real zombie apocalypse. In the neon lights we find the darkness of the mind, while in the darkness of nature we may find the light of the spirit.
Fortunately, the next day I found a buyer to take my remaining tix and go out of the game. All that was left was the feeling that many times we continue things not because we're enjoying them, but simply because habits and illusions can form in a matter of minutes.
In ignorance and anger,
Covered by the veil of compulsion,
The soul falls into repulsion
In darkness and silence,
The true nature rises,
Eyes wide open into the black,
To reality they come back.
Two weeks ago, during a lightness of being moment that could have been relaxing if I had taken it properly, but ended as one of those unbearable ones, I fell into the geekery of playing games online. One game is fun, the second is even more interesting, the third you OUGHT to win, the fourth in case you lose, becomes a suffering. Got to ask myself, why is it fun to play online? As stated above, once the person falls into the "cyber berserk" type of behaviour, he no longer plays for having fun, merely for winning, and upon losing, a sore loser takes upon him. Sad isn't it? Let's add to the fact that many games (like the one I was playing) offer awards for winning.. heck, even playing it costs some money (in my case, some paypal leftovers) so basically you keep playing, as long as the illusion of winning more persists, as long as you have some credit left. Not so different to a casino! A game disguised as intellectual, but with a rather big percentage of luck! It went all the way to absorb 7 days of this month! The mindfulness attained through smart choices of time, were being reversed by this, even anger appearing upon losing, was trying to manifest in reality. Having the mind flying somewhere far from here, I could have caused some kind of kitchen explosion by accidentally cooking something in a microwave with aluminum foil, luckily nothing got to happen. By then I had already noticed how this was affecting my concentration and calm, I wanted out of the game yet I had no success finding someone to exchange the "tix" I had left for some paypal credit once again, so I kept on playing some hours more.
As a nice synchronicity, something went wrong with the electric plant of my building causing not only this, but the entire street to go out of energy. It was an abrupt end to the game which produced me some anger initially as I had planned to enter a big tournament at 7 pm. First hour or so I was pissed off about this event, how we had been covered by darkness. Time went by, and with it the illusion that the electricity would be back within the same day, the desperation vanished and a sense of inner peace appeared. I could hear the neighbors being desperate talking to the janitor, mentioning how they would go out to cinema or some other plan since the service had not returned.
What would happen if one of those infamous solar flames cause a worldwide shortage of electricity? So many things in modern society depend upon this service. All commerce, most healthcare, preserving food. It's difficult to imagine nor desirable. Although when it is only for mere hours, half a day maximum, it can be a relieving an almost spiritual-like experience. Worth trying it once in a while! Turning off the lights and having as only light the solitary candle.
Perhaps the lights and sounds of society keep us blind, in a degrading motion trance, the real zombie apocalypse. In the neon lights we find the darkness of the mind, while in the darkness of nature we may find the light of the spirit.
Fortunately, the next day I found a buyer to take my remaining tix and go out of the game. All that was left was the feeling that many times we continue things not because we're enjoying them, but simply because habits and illusions can form in a matter of minutes.
domingo, 5 de mayo de 2013
It has always been there, simply you don't see it
Related to the help I was speaking about in the last article, I have been able to see and perceive once again how our world goes beyond the wall of rationality imposed to us that prevent us from achieving our inner potential. We live in a world where rationalism and scientism have become the worldwide religion. Something which in itself wouldn't be completely bad... if we lived in an unbiased world. However, we live in a world where terms and conditions change every single day, according to how the people ruling society want it.
During many centuries people had faith. Either in a god/God, magic, or something else, everything of which origin lies in the own self. Even though old paganism idolized external gods, they did recognize at least in an unconscious level, how these forces had a connection with the oneself, and the mind. Sure of course, during the middle ages this vastly degenerated until it became the faith on which you must believe in a God, but no matter how much you try, no matter how far you go, that God will be still far from you, far from what you are, and you are simply a sinner. Then came the humanism, later the illuminism and all this reverted.
The once man that was fully skeptic about his own power and had a blind faith upon what is above, became an insolent and arrogant creature, with 0 tolerance towards other species, 0 tolerance towards the planet in which he lives. And thus, the basis of the Industrial Era were founded.
Now, lets combine both the arrogance of the new man, with the characteristic laziness and procrastination of the Ego decades and we have as result a confused being! Sadly in the era in which we live, people have lost the capacity to investigate by themselves. In schools and universities research isn't even promulgated that much anymore, instead they impulse collective work, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but in the lack of other skills, makes people co-dependent, not able to survive by their own as individuals.
With co-dependent humans comes the need for co-dependent views. The need for approval to accept a view. The need to know that a view is respected in order to accept it and share it. Unfortunately, most people blindly believe what the government, institutions, what those in charge of society say and do. In a world in which only value is to get as greedy as possible, we must rescue a free mind.
Specifically I want to speak about medicine, how allopathic modern medicine saves millions of lives daily, but at the same time does not let the individual heal from many "chronic" conditions that could be possibly cured through solving the inner conflicts. There's gigantic laboratories lobbying to stop better treatments coming out, naturally they do not want to lose all the billions they would if such technologies come out.
I have seen with my own eyes patients blindly following doctors advices without even researching a tiny bit by themselves. We must remember, that some decades ago the Tobacco industry was paying trillions to the medical institutions just in order for the latter defend and clear any possible implication of this product with harm to human health. The same situation is happening all over again with the dairy industry, despite uncountable links founded between dairy and disease, most doctors keep telling patients to keep drinking the "healthy milk". Going as far, as to say that is good for conditions such as GERD and gastritis. When in fact is only worsening all these conditions.
Modern science and medicine are necessary obviously, but they are mostly to cure what is already in a terrible condition. On the other hand, people should once again open their heart to the traditional and ancient medicine. Valuing once again the wise concepts of our ancestors, of the beginnings of civilization. One may think that all of this is dead, but well actually and thanks to globalization, all these "ancent ways" are more alive than ever before, spreading throughout the world. As long as you have will, you can find whatever you want; chi-kung, tai-chi chuan, Traditional Chinese Medicine, ayurveda, etc.
As I have clarified before, the Ancient Ways and Ancient ways of dealing with disease are more oriented towards preventing, rather than healing what has been affected already. So if you already have End Stage Kidney disease, a Diabetes history of many years, or such things, then you will naturally need to stick with the modern medicine, sure of course, being able to adopt some holistic principles ;)
However and most importantly, all disease is born in the mind. It later manifests physically. In this case being mindful while practicing compassion will liberate you from the dis-ease that lies in your mind.
Mindfulness being the key towards the peace of mind. In a world which overrates efficiency and puts it above tranquility, we've got to develop mindfulness otherwise we'll fall into the stress and depression. Mindfulness being the concept of elevating towards the level of art whatever we do. When we concentrate fully on the here and now, without thinking of the what if's... I want... I dream... just on the present, then we will naturally achieve a spontaneous joy. Sure it is much easier said than done (tell it to me xD) however we must endure to achieve this. If you're travelling back home in the metro, stop for a minute listening to your iPod, and listen instead to the music in the atmosphere... the music of every single day coming from all random sounds crashing together.
Compassion.... most people have a twisted concept about compassion. They believe it is more like a "bag of rocks you must carry" when actually compassion starts with yourself. Only through the act of having compassion towards yourself, of forgiving yourself, and most importantly loving yourself, is that you can develop compassion and love towards others. When we act as we do because of what society will think of us, when we are about other's opinion about us more than our own inner happiness, is that we're being cruel to ourselves. Stop for a minute and reevaluate your principles. Cruelty towards you will develop into disease.. both mental and physical, love will only generate more love.
Cruelty, darkness and coldness are the roots of a divided mind. Harmony, compassion and easiness will lead us towards tranquility.
My advice to everyone is to keep an open mind, and eyes wide open. Despite all the spider webs of deception out there designed to trap and hold you, there are still great things and iridescent ways of knowledge to achieve happiness. Mental disorders, mental sickness are in their origin, primarily, alerts of our nervous system that we "can't take it anymore and we're mad as hell" deep inside us. This might manifest as intrusive thoughts, intense nightmares, and if you let it degenerate... it can go truly bad.
Beliefs are nothing, just live, feel, and prove.. prove what is good for your being, and what is bad for it. Instead of being a blind sheep, be a rebel cat. There are millions of persons out there who have lost their independence to psychiatric drugs for example, of which in many cases aren't really needed. Such drugs are only holding back the person from resolving his inner conflict, stopping him from healing towards being integration. At the end of the day, who can be a better doctor to treat your symptoms than yourself?
"One has to know the size of one's stomach"
Friedrich Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
Sure of course, not to confuse with some kind of wicked Ego-delusion on which you falsely think no one but you holds the truths to the universe. As important as loving oneself, is to love others, being able to accept help when in need, being able to stop for a minute to here their opinions, and re-evaluate yours, if needed. We are the best doctor to our own being, but sometimes there comes the moment when we need a guide, that help us see and love ourselves once again.
From here derives the concept of Magister, Maistyr and finally Master, the one who holds a knowledge, a special degree in some discipline. The Doctor and Master were one and the same before, when they were simply called "Shaman" . It is highly important to recover this word, this meaning on our life, as I find vital to have such Teacher, Doctor of Soul, Master of Spirit, Shaman of Life in order to know ourselves better... Priest even.
Talking about guides and masters in our lives, I would like to finish this article with a short video about Chi Kung ... how to flow along the river of Chaos without getting sick on the process!
I haven't started QiGong as of yet, but have with Tai Chi Chuan since two weeks ago! A class every Thursday, while practicing the rest of the week (ideally in the park while its sunny) the movement given to me for those days. Even though I have merely started, I already feel results of energy rising, leading me towards mindfulness and a deeper state of tranquility through concentration.
With a new week coming, I'm looking forward to keep in touch with the world through my blog, even though I'll try to concentrate most of the emotional images revealed to me by the unconscious in another kind of work, of which I hope one day will see the light.
Until the next!
Matteo
During many centuries people had faith. Either in a god/God, magic, or something else, everything of which origin lies in the own self. Even though old paganism idolized external gods, they did recognize at least in an unconscious level, how these forces had a connection with the oneself, and the mind. Sure of course, during the middle ages this vastly degenerated until it became the faith on which you must believe in a God, but no matter how much you try, no matter how far you go, that God will be still far from you, far from what you are, and you are simply a sinner. Then came the humanism, later the illuminism and all this reverted.
The once man that was fully skeptic about his own power and had a blind faith upon what is above, became an insolent and arrogant creature, with 0 tolerance towards other species, 0 tolerance towards the planet in which he lives. And thus, the basis of the Industrial Era were founded.
Now, lets combine both the arrogance of the new man, with the characteristic laziness and procrastination of the Ego decades and we have as result a confused being! Sadly in the era in which we live, people have lost the capacity to investigate by themselves. In schools and universities research isn't even promulgated that much anymore, instead they impulse collective work, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but in the lack of other skills, makes people co-dependent, not able to survive by their own as individuals.
With co-dependent humans comes the need for co-dependent views. The need for approval to accept a view. The need to know that a view is respected in order to accept it and share it. Unfortunately, most people blindly believe what the government, institutions, what those in charge of society say and do. In a world in which only value is to get as greedy as possible, we must rescue a free mind.
Specifically I want to speak about medicine, how allopathic modern medicine saves millions of lives daily, but at the same time does not let the individual heal from many "chronic" conditions that could be possibly cured through solving the inner conflicts. There's gigantic laboratories lobbying to stop better treatments coming out, naturally they do not want to lose all the billions they would if such technologies come out.
I have seen with my own eyes patients blindly following doctors advices without even researching a tiny bit by themselves. We must remember, that some decades ago the Tobacco industry was paying trillions to the medical institutions just in order for the latter defend and clear any possible implication of this product with harm to human health. The same situation is happening all over again with the dairy industry, despite uncountable links founded between dairy and disease, most doctors keep telling patients to keep drinking the "healthy milk". Going as far, as to say that is good for conditions such as GERD and gastritis. When in fact is only worsening all these conditions.
Modern science and medicine are necessary obviously, but they are mostly to cure what is already in a terrible condition. On the other hand, people should once again open their heart to the traditional and ancient medicine. Valuing once again the wise concepts of our ancestors, of the beginnings of civilization. One may think that all of this is dead, but well actually and thanks to globalization, all these "ancent ways" are more alive than ever before, spreading throughout the world. As long as you have will, you can find whatever you want; chi-kung, tai-chi chuan, Traditional Chinese Medicine, ayurveda, etc.
As I have clarified before, the Ancient Ways and Ancient ways of dealing with disease are more oriented towards preventing, rather than healing what has been affected already. So if you already have End Stage Kidney disease, a Diabetes history of many years, or such things, then you will naturally need to stick with the modern medicine, sure of course, being able to adopt some holistic principles ;)
However and most importantly, all disease is born in the mind. It later manifests physically. In this case being mindful while practicing compassion will liberate you from the dis-ease that lies in your mind.
Mindfulness being the key towards the peace of mind. In a world which overrates efficiency and puts it above tranquility, we've got to develop mindfulness otherwise we'll fall into the stress and depression. Mindfulness being the concept of elevating towards the level of art whatever we do. When we concentrate fully on the here and now, without thinking of the what if's... I want... I dream... just on the present, then we will naturally achieve a spontaneous joy. Sure it is much easier said than done (tell it to me xD) however we must endure to achieve this. If you're travelling back home in the metro, stop for a minute listening to your iPod, and listen instead to the music in the atmosphere... the music of every single day coming from all random sounds crashing together.
Compassion.... most people have a twisted concept about compassion. They believe it is more like a "bag of rocks you must carry" when actually compassion starts with yourself. Only through the act of having compassion towards yourself, of forgiving yourself, and most importantly loving yourself, is that you can develop compassion and love towards others. When we act as we do because of what society will think of us, when we are about other's opinion about us more than our own inner happiness, is that we're being cruel to ourselves. Stop for a minute and reevaluate your principles. Cruelty towards you will develop into disease.. both mental and physical, love will only generate more love.
Cruelty, darkness and coldness are the roots of a divided mind. Harmony, compassion and easiness will lead us towards tranquility.
My advice to everyone is to keep an open mind, and eyes wide open. Despite all the spider webs of deception out there designed to trap and hold you, there are still great things and iridescent ways of knowledge to achieve happiness. Mental disorders, mental sickness are in their origin, primarily, alerts of our nervous system that we "can't take it anymore and we're mad as hell" deep inside us. This might manifest as intrusive thoughts, intense nightmares, and if you let it degenerate... it can go truly bad.
Beliefs are nothing, just live, feel, and prove.. prove what is good for your being, and what is bad for it. Instead of being a blind sheep, be a rebel cat. There are millions of persons out there who have lost their independence to psychiatric drugs for example, of which in many cases aren't really needed. Such drugs are only holding back the person from resolving his inner conflict, stopping him from healing towards being integration. At the end of the day, who can be a better doctor to treat your symptoms than yourself?
"One has to know the size of one's stomach"
Friedrich Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
Sure of course, not to confuse with some kind of wicked Ego-delusion on which you falsely think no one but you holds the truths to the universe. As important as loving oneself, is to love others, being able to accept help when in need, being able to stop for a minute to here their opinions, and re-evaluate yours, if needed. We are the best doctor to our own being, but sometimes there comes the moment when we need a guide, that help us see and love ourselves once again.
From here derives the concept of Magister, Maistyr and finally Master, the one who holds a knowledge, a special degree in some discipline. The Doctor and Master were one and the same before, when they were simply called "Shaman" . It is highly important to recover this word, this meaning on our life, as I find vital to have such Teacher, Doctor of Soul, Master of Spirit, Shaman of Life in order to know ourselves better... Priest even.
Talking about guides and masters in our lives, I would like to finish this article with a short video about Chi Kung ... how to flow along the river of Chaos without getting sick on the process!
I haven't started QiGong as of yet, but have with Tai Chi Chuan since two weeks ago! A class every Thursday, while practicing the rest of the week (ideally in the park while its sunny) the movement given to me for those days. Even though I have merely started, I already feel results of energy rising, leading me towards mindfulness and a deeper state of tranquility through concentration.
With a new week coming, I'm looking forward to keep in touch with the world through my blog, even though I'll try to concentrate most of the emotional images revealed to me by the unconscious in another kind of work, of which I hope one day will see the light.
Until the next!
Matteo
lunes, 29 de abril de 2013
The basic principle of Help
Hello World! or whoever reads this blog. Its been a while since I last wrote here some months ago. If I stopped it is not because I didn't want to write, but merely because I tend to fall into a profound procrastination and/or have let my mind controlled me instead of having an harmonic relation with her. Like Pi on his film, I was floating on an immense and vast ocean of ideas without being able to see the horizon! Both the pleasant and unpleasant thoughts distracted me from writing once again.
What has happened in the mean time? Well, the year started actually a bit slow, which it is not a weird feeling to me, so I decided to take it on the same pace. Then out of nowhere, in a very positive way, change has come since Easter week. There are sometimes on which through the negative, through the crisis, we find the road that lead us towards the perplexing horizon, and as so it has happened in this case.
Motion was paused in my life, in at least a frozen state. The emotion was stuck not being able to come out. Confusion arose driving me away from the here and now; was truly the moment to go back to basics. Recover the concentration, and develop once and for all the mindfulness.
How can one achieve such change? Well that's precisley of what I wanted to write down. Because sincerely from my own opinion ,without external help it is very difficult to notice how blind you had become for a moment! The alchemist act of going out of the cave by yourself into the light is not only a very difficult path, but one that is potentially lethal. Quoting Brothers Karamazov "To live apart from other people is something only the beast or the Holy Man can do" Moreover considering how the thoughts arise once you have cut any link of communication from others, to try to find in seclusion the answer to your problems might actually increase them vastly if you don't a proper soul training.
What then? Well let's not forget that equally dangerous is being unlucky enough or having the bad karma of finding someone on whom you deposit all your trust, and ends up being a destructive influence, making things much worse.
That is why, no matter if you know or do not know a Supreme Intelligence and/or Design, no matter if you pray or not, or simply contemplate and think that the only thing one can verify by its own is the eternal chaos, you should always... be open, hope, and visualize to meet remarkable people!
In an age on which to be friends with someone has been downgraded to merely being listed on his facebook page, after having shared 10 minutes on a dinner the evening before, we must rescue the true meaning of friendship. The real fraternity on which an individual holds the hand of his friend, helping him get out of the depths of mind. That is what we all should strive for!
In my case, I have been very lucky to find new friends which have had a very positive influence on me. Equally lucky it has been to rediscover the joy of being with old friends I had not seen for a while.
What is the best help one can receive? This is rather subjective. To every single individual to give and receive help has a different meaning. For me, the real help is the one on which they help you to realize that in the end, what counts the most is to help yourself.
Anger, Depression, Envy.. so many of these destructive feelings come from the fact you're not forgiving yourself. No one is being more critical nor destructive towards you, than yourself. Blinded by the mask of Ego, all your problems have been exoteric, yet their root is only within you. Only through realizing this, loving yourself, you will get out of the dark pit.
It is because of this, that the best help you can give or receive, is the notion that improvement, healing and strenght reappear in the moment you give a breathing space to your happiness and your self-esteem, in the moment you realize Ego is and has been all the time a stupid companion driving you away from your real goals.
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