beyond the red curtains there’s a world
of masters, puppeteers and swords -
the puppets fight to live their dreams
yet they just serve to decorate the scenes.
There are two forces governing this world. Pure Physics. A consequence of Gravity so Everything can just Be: flying yet down to Earth. Math and Physics, all calculated with such precision, yet thrown in a washing machine called Relativity. An entire time spent in school among information, yet we miss the main principles of Existence. Among trees you’ll miss the woods. Too close to the painting so we can criticize the technique. I guess the impact of this Master Piece upon a small mind generates a clash, war, confusion among the species of the Earth.
There are two Forces governing this realm - A mirrored Universe with dual worlds joined in one big dance, full of made out legends, theories, religions; our blossoming path towards death as an exageration of the mind, a hyperbole in this poetry called World. The explosion of a star; the matter sucked into a black hole; the life of a flower; the death of a butterfly.
Sacred Beauty should stay in
Once led out is shown to sin
I guess the poisoning, the paralysis of our being and therefore the world we reflect outside us comes from embracing the capital sins, and it starts with the Omission of knowing and discovering how we truly are and function. A capital sin, we dismiss our principle of Existence. The impact of this lack of Contemplation (spiritual arts) generates Omission, and so it became a game of domino effects. The game: a huge laboratory for mice (who are) trapped in their mirrors.
I left my Faith at the door
when I entered your world.
In this game it’s not about Faith, it’s about the substitutes of Virtue, it’s about imitation. A snake drawing a circle eating up it’s own tail.
In this game it’s not about depth, it’s about surface. A masked ball where colours mix up and give different results no matter how hard you try to get back where you left from.
This is a mirrored Universe where One is split in half; some halfs dance, others fight in swords till death, but most of them fade to nothing. As long they are mesmerized into this mirror by their looks, the mind will run free looking for substitutes without no limit. Enough is when the inner Valve is closed and the heart cracks.
Now the exaltation of the Spirit is civilizations behind. Our common spirit is starved, and this starvation gives birth to what stands Today before us.
Interesting times, unordinary solutions.
I was lucky enough to spend my childhood at the countryside (thanks to my parents, especially to my mom’s love and passion for Nature; but thanks to her being richer in spirit that no yachts or bank accounts could compensate), where I could sleep under the stars at night, listen to silence, learn to hear myself. I was in touch with my superior self since early age, so extrasensorial experiences are no stranger to me. I would often think about the great Nothing, the abyss of the unknown, and face the darkness by myself, reason for which I liked walking at night wandering on the streets as I knew I’m not alone, one of the things I still like to do. And I would constantly let myself feel sooo free like I could fly, a feeling that filled my being with such a warm feeling that no sweets or cartoon could offer. Yes I still do that Today too. And my folks, yeah, they gave me this freedom. However, I knew I had to know as much as I could about the world, and embracing the social life far away from my family since I was 14 turned out to be a struggle, but a necessary one.
The Being, the becoming (aware) always preoccupied me. I came across so many disciplines and it still wasn’t enough for what I felt I was made of. To be in control of myself 200%, to listen to my body, and subordinate my cells. The cell=me; me=world; world=universe; a pattern replicated at infinite. I remember I Ioved either laying on the floor gazing at the sky or hanging myself upside down so I’d feel the rush of the blood flooding my brain. I liked watching things from a different perspective; a runner among obstacles. The cells are programmed and so are we. We’re a micropattern of the macro; a brain inside a brain inside a brain. One giant body inside of which we’re all forming a big network. The Creation of Adam.
We’re governed by the two forces and nothing comes for free.
True Blood, True Values.
Mixing up in incest doesn’t mean true blood, like royal families used to believe in the past. Mixing up inside the pack for the benefit of the personal interests won’t help hold the crown for any longer.
In this circle of Hell it appears to be a constant meal of Omission and Regret, crime and cruelty; business 24/7. Were did it take us in the past? Probably in the same spot we find ourselves again as a big body runned by a tired, distorted brain – head of the network.
A body gazing in the mirror at it’s skinny starved spiritual reflection; but dressed up in the finest clothes, serving the best wine, rehearsing the same line. But let’s be reminded that this is an illusion – Illusion is a master at playing it’s cards with each and every cycle of creation to which game we fall for every time – in front of which only the Truth stands still. You have to shine the blade and break the lookalike.
Most of the actors of the scenes seem dead to me already, all fallen in the game of master Illusion, all acting so hard to play a role, looking all crippled in the mirror of the Soul – And am I better? If I wrote a dozen of books, earned a Nobel prize for peace or save a village from being covered in chemical spills? Would that make me better? I’m afraid we’d have to do better than that. We all we’d have to do better than that. We’d have to learn about ourselves, alone and together, for that we have learn how to be patient and listen, truly work it and truly understand the principles of Life. It’s not about who tells you to do what, it’s about taking a step back and re-think all this, reconsider what we’ve become alone and together. We’ve sickened our body with this starvation of the depths of our being and now the starvation generated capitalism and speed inside any upper society no matter how engineered may it be.
I’m sure some of us honor the many levels of the being properly without killing the animal inside (but in fact discipline it) or suffocating the channels of perception with garbage. Only, these kids are spread across the world in corners so they would deal with learning by themselves. Now I have to quote a celebrity: “he who has ears to hear let him hear, he who has eyes to see let him see”.
The propagation of Energy is nothing to mess with, I mean, look at this Big Mess we’ve done. We need phones to talk to eachother when we could just use our extrasensorial channels to send just about the information we need (plus the depth). No extra gossip topping. I guess here’s where it hurts for the junk addicts looking for a substitute of spiritual food. Then comes the junk for the mind, the junkfood for the body; all going hand in hand..the domino effect. Yes there are all sorts of frequencies jamming our receptors in this civilization, but the truth is we’re poisoning ourselves with ugly thoughts who discharge a great amount of bullshit towards the spirit.
Our cerebros form a colossal network which now owns the mass and disturbes even the strongest brains with this ..pollution.
…Do you feel complete?
I just feel a piano rolling in the background, could be the outro of that movie “American Beauty”. Nice antonym.
To break this wall of pollution is almost impossible for an average person with an untrained brain; like trying to break a wall of stone with a finger.
But, the good news is, that stepping back, relaxing and getting in touch with the lost self by attending the highest forms of art will start to feed the spirit again. And if you disconnect your cerebro hard enough from this network you might get to hear yourself and listen to silence once in a while. That distressed brain will finally step out of the scene and start to appreciate Life again, hooray! Wow! Yes, and the process of poisoning which is led from outside in can actually be reversed. You can feel Love again and that awesome feeling will start flooding the body and make all the drama disappear. I said Love because you now have something to identify that feeling with, but in fact it’s a mixture of Virtues, attributes of the Soul working their magic further towards the Mind and Body. Yes, now we know that looking in the mirror won’t exactly help you see your true self. Hah! That’s how I know in so many situations when others brag about their physical goods I just nail that thing. With just one smile J.
The principles of Life & Love are Sacred (should be kept in) and a necessity. Their role is to feed your mind and body so you become wiser in your choices. And more aware of the surroundings.
Example: Had this dream the other day in 2 episodes: in the first there was this peasant forcing his two horses to carry a huge carload until they fell on the ground like dead. I stand there and watched and did nothing while my soul felt crushed. In the second episode there was this gipsy female doing the same thing, only this time one of the horses bled out of his mouth to death. That blood made feel a sort of impulse inside I just couldn’t hold it anymore so I started yelling at the female: “What did you just do woman?” “Well nothing, they just fell darn horses, I didn’t even get home” “Didn’t even get home? Don’t you see they’re out of power??? That they just can’t carry on anymore? Since when are you on the roads?” “Since this morning” – said the female without any lack of concern. “So couldn’t you just take a break on the side of the road and wait until the horses regained their power to carry on?” “Why, they’re horses, that’s what they’re suppose to do” – came the straight answer. Then I juuust felt like my blood flooded the brain I could just drag her off the carload and do who knows what, but instead I looked at her standing there so empty and told her screaming that she should start paying attention to animals unless she wants to take their place in Hell. And that’s when I woke up. Now I’m writing this.
The school of awareness is no game, and this should be promoted in education worldwide. The leader of the pack, the masterbrains of the system should promote awareness, instead we get this cold blooded war like there’s no tomorrow. And it’s true! There could be no Tomorrow, but this doesn’t give anyone the rights to mess with anybody’s Present tence. I just see now how these leaders are no smarter than a catle, yet I picture them with shiny fangs counting cash like others count their eggs. It’s still a count. In the mirror of the soul they all look crippled to me. Yeah, nice of you all for generating new hell circles, when you could be just enjoying the Balance between the two Forces. NOTHING COMES FOR FREE.
And us, those who digest the science of the layers of the being better prepare in this Reality because darker times knock on the door. The wheel spins and Capitalism is already showing no mercy. What system, what society? It’s all turning into one Kingdom with peasants paying taxes from outside the huge walls of the fortress while working their blood for nothing. Only ways to escape a living hell would be making a living off the arts and returning to Mother Nature without expecting any profit or playing the buffoons inside the fortress. This Kingdom is the masterpiece of a sickened mind alone, the work of the Mind alone, the crippled soulless mind of those who Deny the inner world and become savage just like you’d describe Hell.
But no fortress will save a King from betrayal, no matter how many microphones he’ll plant across the kingdom. Pure physics. What goes out must come in, what goes in must come out. Lungs breath in, lungs breath out! So, carefull, it’s a fragile science.
In the process of fading one must stay true to self.
Oh, it’s all a Delusion and you’ll see that too, if not now, in a future incarnation, if you don’t have the guts to put an end to this mess now.
Pure Physiscs. Nothing is lost, it’s all transforming (taking another shape).
If you’re empty, you must learn how to fill yourself with essence. School of life will teach you many ways. You’ll fall on the ground and break into many pieces in Babylon, but this way you learn how to reborn, you learn to be a master, and you learn about alchemy. Happiness is possible. Nature is the best teacher. Many great spirits who passed through this world left enough traces aswell. It shouldn’t be a war.
It should be about expression and creativity. It should be about humour and laughing at ourselves while we work our land honorably.
Hell – The dilatation of matter; space and time.
Thinking back at the Inquisition makes it clear where we used to stand a few hundred years ago. The Renaissance which came in response to heal (what only hard training and meditations and good deeds could erase - the horror - from the collective memory) proves enough that Art (Creativity / expression – from inside out) is the only salvation.
The process is from inside out
Creativity is like alternative medicine in an era of chemicals, of induced substitutes for what a brain could produce alone.
The holy Trinity: Soul – Mind – Body. The body is the temple, the Church. The soul is us contemplating at the World from this body (the church), while the mind represents the gates between the two worlds, the ritual of contemplation. The blood is the religion feeding the body with holy bread; religion is the process of feeding – through contemplation.
So why do we need to hang ourselves in made up stories, especially other peoples made up stories, can’t we just make our own salad from our own garden??? Sure we can exchange goodies, we can join hands into a community, it is fun to share, but a huge forest with unhealthy trees is only useful for a big company’s plans to cut them all down and serve them to other purposes; therefore, healthy trees lead to a healthy forest; a healthy forest gives oxygen to the world and holds the lands together. We should teach those companies to invest in research and primitive techniques replacement so they won’t need the usage of trees; in fact money should be invested in how we should stay healthy, so we can produce more oxygen to the world. If we dry out, we will kill the surroundings too. Let’s rethink all this, shall we? Can we? Will we?
Soon enough the world will be as one, one kingdom under the power of one; and this is no good news to the peasants of capitalism. Dear you, I know you have everything a human whishes for in this time. Wonder if you stand up and smile. I know you do, even if you’re gazing at the stars alone in a sea of people. The spark of your heart will drag you out of hell and turn dark matter into Heaven.
The circles of the below world will narrow down like an accordion when the exhale will turn into inhale. When the Lungs will breath in all this matter. Again.
We passed the stoneage just a while ago, it seems like Yesterday. So many civilizations have passed and yet we seem to be in the same spot again. Just a while ago we would fly against the wind on the back of an Archaeopteryx, play with our shadows on the walls of the cave we lived in as kids. It looked so magic not knowing anything about anything, so easy to get scared. I guess we still hold on to that one. Fear. Hunt or be hunted. Kill or be killed. There were no mirrors back then because there were no roles to play. It became a play the first time a quill ever touched a parchment. It became a game with the first claimed property.
Test a man weak in his virtue, see if he becomes a man of vice
Catch him unprepared and kick him, see if he falls across the ice.
We’re governed by two forces: the positive aims up, the negative drags down. This is so we can be able to get in a perfect balance.
Once we get there, we’re become aware; aware of what and who we are, a multidimentional world of senses. Cheers to a new beginning!
This one last dimension needs a pair of eyes to be seen, the white light splits across their screen; One gets a purpose, his tools get a mean.
Yesterday we discovered fire, Today we still get burned, as long as a new day arises, we still have a shot to learn how dance inside the flames.
As we can obviously see around us, we don’t play with the tools, we get played by them. The mind-game of the social body we form together looks chaotic from the inside and it truly is, because we only focus on what we see. And remember this Universe is still in expansion. God still breaths out..so imagine the colossal of the elements your mind could get lost into. Pretty hard to find yourself in this mess of a network aslong as you place yourself outside your body. So many details, such a diversity…such a diversion from the true self. The superior self, the center of you locked beyond the sacred Valve placed in your chest. The one point that connects you with each and every other point that generates another body, another person.
Yeah, outside your body, the nowadays society looks like some rich guy’s party on his yacht, among models and lines of cocaine; or some gipsy wedding with animals roasted above the fire among laughs and belly dance. Not too far from a book’s description of Sodome and Gomorrah. Those people didn’t learn how to dance inside the flames so they got burned. This happens when you lock yourself outside your soul(the connection point with life – Life Giver, our true food to all the layers we’re made of). You lock yourself outside and you submit to death.
If you lock yourself outside your soul, you hang on a thin string; if you close your valve, you won’t be able to spot and face the addictions and drugs around you; plus would be so hard to control your brainwaves, you’ll get a blurred vision on things and become easily manipulated by those strong brains who got phat from so much drug abuse.
Today is about time that we learn how to work with our complex selves, beyond the purpose, the means; learn to dance and become true artists ourselves. It would mean a new start for us alone and together. This means learning how to truly live inside the host of mother Nature, respect and cerish the animals, not roast them above fire like it’s normal, like we don’t have anything else to feed on. When you DON’T feed yourself from your inner universe, then no food from the outside world will suffice. And the speed of things will poison your mind into made up theories and denial because your brain will fool you and give you all the reasons you need to just go and bring him the drugs he “thinks” he needs so much. Delusion has a good pack of cards, and never ending aces, you just can’t beat it at any game you might think you’re best at. Delusion will take as many faces as needed, and you’ll crawl among your brothers and sisters bringhing them down into the dirt alongside you and start feeding on them too.
Delusion is a sell-out play in neverending acts; only you’ll end under its burden. Sure you’ll see it’s true crippled face in the mirror on the bed of your death when will be *too late(*Nothing – end of all things = the big Nothing where your essence will cease to exist; no more reincarnation; no more game; and certainly no more upper worlds towards the circles of Heaven); not for *God’s forgiveness (*God – eternity – circles of Heaven), but too late for you to start over and enjoy Life. True Life.
True Life is about more than what you see, more than make up and cash count. The outside world should be a big piece of art because we should learn how to make the difference between expression and having fun with how we look, wear or do and actually be responsible and know when to return to work and do it through the prism of our soul, not through the mind alone.
Space and Time are Relative
Relativity is Freedom
Freedom without Wisdom is dangerous
Wisdom is a Virtue, an attribute of the Soul
The Soul is unseen, the immediate layer after the body
The should feeds on Virtue
Virtue is the crop of the Soul
Let your Soul grow Virtue inside your Mind
Teach your Mind a good conduct
- A healthy conduct goes hand in hand with a healthy brain -
A good conduct comes with learning about yourself and how you truly function. Your brain is the engine of the car – the body -
You can discover how you function by studying your inner nature, by observing the elements of mother Nature (trees, birds, cosmos).
We’re all created on the same patterns, just replicated depending on material, purpose and needs.
The Creation of Adam.
Our superior self extends into our physical self; a higher consciousness that generates a spiritual body. This spiritual body feeds on energy. Good energy comes from a healthy mind, the brain being the engine that produces it. The blood - the fuel- therefore should be pure, running non toxic through the brain and body. Also the blood should carry a good quality gas so it would deliver good substance inside the body. The Brain can release all the substances our body needs, and because we can’t release those if we close the inner valve, we need substitutes, replacements such as physical food / drugs/ etc. Good feelings form thoughts and good thoughts and sensations make the brain release the needed substances depending on situation. Which is why best to put ourselves in good situations, or at least learn how to deal with the bad ones that occur from those we come in contact with. For this we must know how we work, and train how to react perfectly in these situations by default. It’s happening through a lot of exercise. Just like actors practice before a play. Just like sportsmen prepare before a contest. Responsibility, know when to say NO.
A decision is strong when the resultant of the two forces governing our world is closer to 0 – or absolute 0 – perfect balance; inside and out. Out it is, otherwise we would be flying like on the surface of the Moon. We just need how to adjust the inner balance. With good spiritual food, good thoughts, good energy. That’s why people relate to Love without even knowing what Love truly is. We’ll talk about Love in a special dedicated letter.
A perfect decision is like white light. Pure. If you pass it through the prism of the mind it gets split into colours and then corrupted by each colour’s attributes. If you’re a great alchemist, you’ll be able to dance inside this infinite of possibilities, but are you? Is your brain trained enough? I could tell that just by looking at you. You could imitate a good cover, but for my inner eye it’s impossible to act that good. Sometimes I join the act because I simply am there; but my body is, while my soul is at Home, safe.
So, when you think, make sure that your brain is rested, that you’re not too tired; love - the highest frequency that comes from inside out – is the onlyone able to purify and protect the bad shape of your condition. Of cource, by Love I don’t mean a cocktail of hedonism.
A tired brain is an easy target for the thoughts that runs free into the network. Whether you like it or not, you are part of the worldwide network, depending on what frequencies you subscribe yourself to. Depends how much you lock yourself outside your inner balance and how much you feed on substitutes for Virtues. Whe you realize you had to much of the Big Mess, better step aside and start a clensing. Once you regained control over your cerebro, better act on a good-healthy conduct. This means, no matter the profession you have, you better bring some creativity in your life.
Noone said you couldn’t make mistakes, but make sure you don’t get too close to the edge. Nothing comes for free. And oh, do good deeds. Pick up the junk from the street, repaint the walls of your old cracked house.
The outside mess is just a reflection of how lost you got into the mainframe. Blaming on the rainbow won’t help but making you more poisonous. You’re the one missing on Life.
there are many empty pots in this world, and most of them get broken before they truly know Love
Not all of us came into this world looking like a model or smart like Einstein or rich like the head of the pyramid. But as soon as we discover what we’re made of, our personal fight is to fill our layers with essence. It is very hard (but not impossible), others may laugh at us, but in the end, it matters if you truly smile when you wake up or go to sleep. Alone. We come alone and die alone. Don’t forget that. That essence no model, drug or bank account could replace. With essence inside you you’re no fool to any game others play. Plus you become a good actor yourself, a good dancer. You’ll learn how to use your hands and touch; make Art.
When you earn rightfully your essence, you gain control over yourself and aaaaalll the colours in the world (the infinite of possibilities) turn back to White Light. This is the magic. This will lift up your condition. This will make you come out of yourself and be true. The mirror will be broken into pieces and nothing else will matter because you then know the Truth and stand still inside other peoples storms.
Your essence will draw a circle around you and protect you from harm.
The Big Mess will then look like order to you, because you’ll understand that it’s just the reflection of everybody in the network; nothing is lost, it all transforms and turns to another shape in this chain of reactions.
I guess, my dear one, I won’t be able to find you among this infinite of possibilities, but my Soul will. My soul will sing to you and your soul will send signals back to me. With no e-mail, no phone.
I don’t want to lose you to Nothing.