Anonymous
8 MONTHS OLD BABY:
I arrived. Devoted. Knowing and not knowing what will come, like an actor that forgot the script. That ‘s to be born. To arrive trusting uncertainty. Now that I lived almost the same time outside as inside, the first thing that I do is to remember the moment of the explosion. That instant we stopped being one and started being two. A boundless expansion. The fusion between order and disorder. A known nonsense. To start seeing forms is tricky because I had forgotten them. Forms appeared once the door was opened. The door of Life.
A DRUNK MAN IN A TRAIN STATION SAYS:
“Long ago, back in what we know as Ancient Egypt, a great server lived. A man who knew how to make decisions out of the most perfect engine ever created on this planet: the heart. If you only knew everything you can achieve with your heart, you would stop creating illusions, you would give up all your possessions, you would only work on learning more and more about how to use the most divine organ we were given.
This man I am referring to was called Akhenaton. He received the most pure messages, those that come from the Sun behind the Sun. His mission, as everybody else’s, was Unification. He came to humanize a materialist and scattered society. Like ours. A society that worshiped gold instead of brightness.
..............................................A THOUGHT IN THE MIND OF A SENSITIVE MAN:
Wisdom
is
a
Path
of
doubts
overcome
by
Intuition.
ABOUT INNOCENCE
I did everything someone does before moving out. I went through all my belongings, one by one and decided to throw away many of them. I had only one box left to check. But I couldn’t get it done. Something was telling me that it was an important box. And that’s why I took my time to open it. I always get delayed when objects, or situations, that question myself come my way.
One morning, some days before the big day, I did it. I kneeled down and opened the box. There it was. Between books, clothes and old photos, I found my Innocence.
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ANONYMOUS THOUGHT:
Information
without
experience
comes
without
a
lesson.
CONVERSATION BETWEEN TWO TEENAGERS:
‘How come you don’t know what your preferred pronouns are?’
‘The thing is, I identify myself as a soul’.
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THE LORD BUDDHA HAS SAID:
that we must not believe in a thing said merely because it is said; nor traditions because they have been handed down from antiquity; nor rumors, as such; nor writings by sages, because sages wrote them: nor fancies that we may suspect to have been inspired in us by a Deva (that is, in presumed spiritual inspiration); nor from inferences drawn from some haphazard assumption we may have made; nor because of what seems an analogical necessity; nor on the mere authority of our teachers or masters. But we are to believe when the writing, doctrine, or saying is corroborated by our own reason and consciousness. «For this,» says he in concluding, «I taught you not to believe merely because you have heard, but when you believed of your consciousness, then to act accordingly and abundantly.»[1]
[1] Secret Doctrine
A STORY WITHOUT A TITLE
The woman was lying against a Black Poplar in the park of Montjuic. From the top of it, a dry autumn leaf falls floating in the air and lands on the cover of a yellow book. The leaf hides the title and the name of the author.
Time happens and creates a new story without a title.
The wind flies the leaf away till it finally reaches the ground. Inevitably, the leaf and the soil become one. And the woman smiles because she can recognize the beautiful process of unification. A leaf that just is and dies as a result of being.
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CLARIFICATION
Every day we heal. Every minute, every second, we are healing. Even though we can’t see it, or we aren’t conscious about it, our soul is constantly experiencing what it needs to experience in its evolutionary path.
And what is an evolutionary path? It is a route of consciousness. When we talk about routes, we usually think of linear courses with a starting point and an ending line. And even though here on Earth everything is constructed under a beginning-end layout, the route of consciousness is just a point. A moving point that turns on its own axis, creating forms and allowing movement.
Why is this movement significant? Self-recognition. To realize we are a unique point creating forms that allow the necessary moves to recognize ourselves as one point that just IS.
What has this to do with healing? To heal is to reveal, integrate, bring together, to understand from a broader point of view the meaning of an experience. Self-recognition. To heal is not the same as to cure. The cure is just a superficial answer to the damage. Healing brings light to the soul. Healing IS. Cure exists.
CONCLUSIONS OF AN EMPTY WOMAN
On various occasions, I heard about the December eclipse. I must admit I never paid too much attention to it. To any eclipse, actually. I always felt that eclipses were simple indicators of a cycle, something similar to what a street light does but with a different set of lights.
But the December eclipse arrived. And that morning, I felt different, almost confirming that everything I had known until that moment had died: the way we interacted with people shifted, the fundamental beliefs that always organized us were undermined by simple questions, and on the streets, people ceased to walk with their faces uncovered. I felt the structures- the surroundings- have fallen down. And I asked myself if a Roman has ever woken up one morning recognizing that his Empire was falling down, like the way I woke up.
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ON JULY 8TH 2021 SOMEONE WROTE:
What will happen on Earth has already happened somewhere, or at least, is already happening in my mind. Time, soon, will tell. What will be seen on the waters comes from the centre of the Earth. It will show how ignorant our scientific egos are. Most importantly, it will make obvious how much we need to understand the actual science, the one of the soul. The planet will speak out loud in such a profound way that it will be hard to understand how it happened. This physical manifestation is needed to uplift the lower mind to the upper one. In every singular self, the wave will do its movement. It is not a wake-up call. Because we are already awake, it is an alignment for our inferior bodies. It is.
A NEW SLOGAN:
DOMENICO
What is known about Domenico is that this time he was born in Naples. He grew up with fear, believing that the year 2000 was the end of the world. But what he saw as an ending turned up to be the beginning of a lifetime taking pictures. He became obsessed with people’s iris. He traveled, looking for eyes where he could find himself. In squares and beaches, he asked the people he met to take pictures of their eyes.
On his way, he studied the hemic system, but above all, the lymphatic system, the great responsible for carrying the water that gives colour to the eye.
He stands before the door of the Soul of each person that comes across his way. He takes a picture and steps back, like those who hesitate before jumping.
ATLANTEAN MEMORY
The night of my birthday, an artist came out and sat down next to me. I was bored watching the party. He brought an art piece he and his team had made with their own hands. It was a bright metal fish.
“This is for you,” he said. “Happy birthday.”
Right after I said thanks, he continued:
“We all live in this fish.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I mean, this gift comes from our heart, so in some way, we all live in it.”
As someone who can hear what is said beneath each word, I recognized that I was in front of an old memory. That I was reliving an experience. I can identify this kind of situation because I enter a regressive state that I can even feel in my physical body. This is how I travel in time.
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INFINITE DEATHS
I lay on the sand of a Patagonian beach. Whales jump close to the shore. They move their tails, calling my attention.
The sand is composed of medium size shells. And I realize that shells are fossils. And that a fossil is a trace of death.
Flies fly all around my body. There must be a dead animal close by, I guess. I move my arms, trying to make them go away. But they keep coming and touching my body. There are too many.
So I surrender. I let the flies lay on my body as I lay on the sand, just doing nothing. My body gets covered with flies. And I realize this is what happens when your body is dead. I close my eyes. I let myself feel it.
How many deaths in life are needed?
How many times have I died to myself?
How many deaths are to come?
RETURNING PROPERTY
In a very distant village, where war and division had taken place, some things remained stuck. Topics which the inhabitants gradually stopped talking about. Almost automatically, the issues began to pile up inside a giant chest. Big, so big that it reached the size of the largest park in the village on Christmas day. Adults decided to add more chests in other parks to keep piling up what they avoided talking about. Everything that was there but was never to be spoken. Until one day, the children, tired of watching their parents make excuses and say nothing when they were asked why they did not take them anymore to the park to play, decided to go to the park by themselves.
WILL:
There comes a moment, in this ongoing path of remembering, when your old mental behavior disappears. And it feels strange not to think as you used to. It feels like death. Sometimes it brings sadness, and other times it brings frustration. Because you want to “solve” things with the ease that you were used to, but you can’t. Because your inner self shows you that that way is old, untrue, and limited. You have to let it die.
The process is gradual. At first, you stop thinking from time to time. Then you struggle in the middle. A bit scared of finishing tearing up the last parts of your old mental structures. Willing, for a moment, to keep yourself safe. To then realize that the scope of that safety is just an illusion. And you take a deep breath. And you smile because you are ready.
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PURPOSE:
The Universe creates for purpose. Every living particle has a reason why. Even what we judge as useless or insignificant.
We all came here for a reason. We were born for a reason. A cosmic explanation that transformed our intention of being into existence.
Do you know what are you here for? Forget about your material desires. They are a cultural consequence. They are an accumulation of your human-made history. I am not talking about what you want to be in a cultural way but what you actually came here for. They are usually two different things. Sometimes we want something so hard that we blind ourselves to our inner purpose. I believe that finding out what you essentially came here for is a transformative process. Discovering it is not like getting an answer. It is loving a process.
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HIPPIES DOWNTOWN PORTLAND
