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Against the forces of evil (1-min. read)

This is my personal story:
      One rainy night my parents and I were coming back home, when a heavily drunk asshole hit our Peugeot (that’s a car, for you Americans who do not know) and sent us all to the near Mar Del Plata’s main hospital (Mar Del Plata, Argentina, where I was born and raised).  I had been injured pretty badly, and actually much more than my parents; the ambulance couldn’t revive me as I was in a deep unconscious state, losing blood and seizing every five minutes.  Once there, the hospital team did everything they could to bring me back to life, but it was too late, for I was dead, gone from this physical plane.
 Several minutes later, I don’t know how or why (I just know that nothing that happens is random, all has a purpose in life–even when we don’t understand what’s happening) but I returned to life, and greatly changed (not just in physical function but in other aspects as well).  Now, I won’t tell you that while dead or unconscious without pulse I saw some brilliant light or angels or pearly gates swung open or anything like that.  Let your imagination fly–there is not enough use of good imagination now-a-days.
     After that, to make it shorter, I acquired certain talents or “conscious endowments”.  And in the course of many months, I encountered great abilities head-on (granted they weren’t strong yet, but in firm transition or conscious evolution).  My parents, of course, weren’t told anything because they would not have understood (you know, religious parents, or “normal-by-this-society” parents).  And at the same time, I needed more time for myself and “to find me”.  Put it simply, I wanted a job where I could meet great experiences, develop great wisdom in those extraordinary lessons from life itself, so I went in search for one.  So, after months of search for the right one for me, Mr. Hernandez—a Psychic Investigator and a nice man—gave me the opportunity to earn some cash (some pesos), and I joined his ‘Mar Del Paranormal’ agency as an apprentice.
     Adapting was hard, specially having in mind the countless nights of sleep deprivation, sweating, and also the internal transfiguration that my physical body went through during the days and nights.  I felt wretched at times, and at times I felt wonderful; however, I see now that it was not just my inner transmutation that made me feel like that, going through various moods, pains and states of emotion, but also it was my adjusting to the “especial condition”of my job and its high levels of “spiritual” environment.  A lot of energy flowing inside me, I could experience my own consciousness dynamically changing and I was too becoming more in tune with the collective consciousness grid of humankind; all this knowledge and special talents, my intelligence (intellectual and emotional) was certainly growing and I possessed a different, deeper understanding of life, for I could see and sense things that the common individual couldn’t, angels but I could also see demons (and, believe me, they can be anywhere among us, and even now you may have one by your side).
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     I was indeed becoming faster than I had ever been, jumped higher, with inwardly use of another sight into parallel dimensions, and, well, I was certainly sure I could do much more–just needed to figure out how.  Needed to be patient, too; but, as you can imagine, fifteen-year old kids are not too patient (almost sixteen though; big difference, right?).  But, I have to say, I always had a good relationship with my parents and was a good receptor to their examples of behavior; so, my strong character counted with profound insight based on my parents’ wealthy teachings, and I owned a rather resolute and cautious demeanor in my personal life endeavors, and, obviously, this helped to cope with further psychological and spiritual developments in my youth.
     The following weeks of recuperation were horrible, because I was plagued by nightmares of unknown people dying which seemed awfully real, and a plethora of natural catastrophes, and a super-odd premonition about my own father dying in some strange land I did not recognize–all signs of my own apocalypse coming to fruition, a renaissance or rebirth of my consciousness.
      I had slowly accepted my role as a higher-conscious entity in constant development and had also learned to make the best of it.  So, over the course of the next year, Mr. Hernandez aided me in understanding my transformation further–he was indeed a very emotionally intelligent psychic with many outstanding qualities, awards, and mystical experiences–and in how to embrace my evolving powers, and so make my multi-dimensional transition more natural for me.  How to hide my true persona when mixing with others in high school, how to control my powerful mind, how to manage my insatiable hunger for learning (since I was extremely curious and also always searching for wisdom in books)–all this was well taught to me under his watchful eye.  And in time I stopped being a kid and matured a lot, and became, too, a true higher entity to help those in real danger from the creatures of the night and the darkness.  All this training to prepare for the end of days as we know it:  ‘The presidency of one Mr. Donald Trump!’
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Doosh and the word ‘blue’… (2-min. read)

Once, our planet was just a thought in the mind of a novelist…

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Billions over billions over billions of years ago, in a far galaxy, there existed an alien humanoid with a very odd, but highly creative, idea…

     At eight o’clock on Monday morning LaCoke Doosh did not feel particularly good.  He struggled to his feet, got up, wandered bleary-eyed ‘round his large room, opened his Roman-style arched  windows, stuck out his head to breathe in fresh air, saw a bulldog, and let out a most foul language when bird-droppings landed right on his head.  “MOTHER******!”

That was when one of his neighbors heard him, Mrs. Nagalot.  A sixty-three  lightyear old widow that LaCoke didn’t like that much–actually not at all.  She didn’t like him either, or people, period!  “Hey, put a damn sock in it, Doosh!  Some of us like mornings without your potty mouth!!” she yelled from her patio.

He reached for a towel on the chair which was next to the window.  “Sorry, Mrs. Nagalot!” he said with a big, teeth-filled smile, while also wiping the bird caca from his face.  “…You old  bag.”  He made sure that that last one was only for himself to hear.  Dropped the towel onto the floor and shot a look at his messy room.  “Ugh–  I’ll clean it up sometime.  Now I gotta whiz like a race horse!”  Found his slippers and stomped off to the bathroom to do his business.

After shower, toothpaste on the brush so—  Scrub.

After scrubbing, a few gargles to kill bad breath—  Shinny smile.  “Damn–”  He felt some pressure within the plumbing.  Then some silent and toxic gases left the building.

Shaving cream and Trimette razor spotted.  Crooked shaving mirror—he adjusted it just right.  A few funny  faces, while looking for wrinkles and adoring his new nose.  For a moment, the mirror reflected a second bulldog in his room—  Oh, how he hated that nasty bulldog Mrs. Nagalot had gotten as a gift on her sixty-first lightyear birthday!  It would make the little hairs on his ass stand up.  Properly  adjusted the mirror, it also reflected LaCoke Doosh’s awkward sideburns.  He shaved them off, washed, dried and went downstairs to get some breakfast.

Kitchen  scene—  Plug-in, coffeemaker, sugar, cup, spoon, Supernova’s coffee cakes.  Fridge—  Milk, cream, Coca Cola.  Yawn.

The image of his creation wandered throughout his wobbly mind in search of something to connect with or to focus on.  The sole word, he thought it was cool.  Maybe even his best creation yet.  “Readers  will  love  it.”

He stared at it.

Blue.  It is a good color, isn’t it?  He took the last sip of coffee and stomped off back to his bedroom to get dressed.

Passing a large, squared mirror which was hanging from the circular wall next to his bedroom, he peered with more detail at his ugly reflection on it.  Mmmm–  Something was odd.  Definitely uglier this morning.  He then began to suspect that he was hangover. . .  Why am I hangover?  Didn’t drink that much last night.  Only twenty rocket beers.  Thirty cherry ass-blasters.  And, umm, five pipe rusters.  But due to the late, slight pounding in his head and the bags around his eyes, he supposed he could be.  He then caught a glint in the mirror.  “Blue?…  Blue…,” he hissed, and kept on to the bedroom.

He paused in place and thought, Try harder, c’mon…  The pub!, he mused excitedly.  Oh flicksters, the pub!  He vaguely remembered being angry, defending something that meant a lot to him.  Something that seemed very important at the time.  He’d been telling people about it.  They had asked  him.  At his greatest visual recollection, that was of glazed looks on people’s faces, he saw them laughing at his idea until puking,  mocking  it terribly.  Mocking the new sci-fi novel he was writing.  I mean, it was a good idea.  The fact that the High Council hadn’t created a new planet in a hundred lightyears weighted, some people even had forgotten that they still did that.  What do they know?  They are just drunkies!  He championed the idea all the way, and he thought that a planet of mostly water wasn’t that ridiculous to begin with anyway.

God!–  What a terrible hangover it had earned him though.  Terrible because it was growing and sounding like a loud banging of drums.  He looked at himself in the wardrobe mirror.  He stuck out his hairy, purple tongue–  “Aaaaaahh!…”  Blue, he thought.

The word ‘blue’ wandered through his wobbly mind in search of something to connect with…

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Stories to ponder.

Bubbles…

Blop–  Blop–  Globules of dreams.  Spherical forms of happiness and misery.  Color changing bubbles reflecting her soul and mine, what was gained, what was lost.  At times red.  At times blue.  At times bright recollections, thousands of them, of a past alive and fresh.  At times obscure reminders, millions of them, of a past so miserable and frustrating which I could not bear for the life of me.

Blop– Blop–  The new house on the valley of roses and thorns.  That fateful night of pure romance.  My soul-twin.  And the warm touch of her hand.  The faucet dripping.  The cat which I never loved.  Those Teddy bears which mocked me when I passed our room.  I had made my demands and she had made hers, but it all had been a whirlwind and no one had known what had happened.  I did swim deeply in the love she had offered,  even though I had hated her amusements and characters.  And so she had hated mine.

Blop– Blop–  We had been lovers and enemies.  I see that through the bubbles now.  I surrender to many things now, my immaturity and blindness, my ego and arrogant ways…  But I recognize now through the color-changing bubbles that my surrendering comes too late.  Too late.  The car had deviated from its path and the bridge had marked the next event, and so it had been too late for us…  The bubbles…  The bubbles were awaiting patiently.  And maybe.  Maybe it was written in the stars.  Maybe it was written in our souls.  Only God knows that.

Blop– Blop–  The depth is incredible, there are fish here and it is beautiful, spirits of love and tenderness among my recollections of happiness and sadness; I keep seeing through its mirror, I keep seeing her and she smiles.  And our flesh and thought is old now, dying, dead, because of the bubbles, and because of the car…  The car which forged our destiny, the end of our happiness and misery, the end of our love and hate.

 

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Anatomy and physiology of life

Biology of the pen.

“Writing means sharing.  It’s part of the human condition to want to share things–thoughts, ideas, opinions.”  ~ Paulo Coelho; Brazilian lyricist and novelist.

 

Throughout history, without exceptions, man has always felt the necessity to express himself, as part of his biology and as a way to know himself and his innermost thoughts and feelings; because keeping them inside only makes the human experience not worth it, for human beings are a collection of billions around the world with different beliefs and experiences, but in essence, beyond all thought and form, we are all really one and that is why we struggle to express our current human individuality through various forms of expression.  So the urge is spiritual or coming from the energy which makes this human form and thought we carry around, and we transform this urge into writing, painting, sculpting, filmmaking, photography, dancing, performing, the act of sex, violence, arguments, relationships, sports, etc. etc.

Writing and the development of writing is specially freeing to me because it allows me to know myself in detail, I get to look deep within me and find everything and anything which makes me who I am as a human expression, everything and anything which creates my thinking and feeling, and so I get to experience how my thoughts arise and fall and how my emotions flow constantly up and down like a roller coaster.  Pouring your thoughts and emotions give you absolute freedom and power over yourself, because writing is a detailed form of expression; and besides that, it is creative, no matter what you write if it comes from your heart, and creativity is the only outlet to manifest the past, present, and future of our perspectives in this life, and creativity is what flows all around us and within us.

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Writing is a most influential way to communicate and wake people to other views and realities, as people tend to create their own views and realities so it is essential to understand and absorb the experiences of others in order to better ourselves and widen our mental horizons.  Quite often, more than we would like to admit, one feels overwhelmed and confused by superficial thoughts and stresses of ever day, so in this way it is very important to observe our inner condition and let it all out through the sharing process.  At the physiological and also psychological levels, we need to take care of our mental frustrations and stressful data overflowing our nerves, which has a giant effect on our immune system.

In order to avoid illnesses of the mind and of the body, being creative and self-expressive in our writing are two things that must go hand in hand; opposite to this, if we repress one or the other within us and negate of either its existence, then, we will clutter inside and become filled by all this–i.e. no real creativity is expressed from us, and so this will cloud our rationality and influence our thoughts and behaviors towards our own selves and towards others, this will then bring much suffering into our relationships and into all endeavors in our life.

We need to be open with ourselves and honest with ourselves, because in this self-absorbed society, where everyone is rushing everywhere, there is no knowledge of self to taste real freedom; and, through creative and self-expressive writing you can achieve to motivate others to taste that same freedom and/or learn from your own experiences, connecting thus all humanity and bringing a higher conscious awareness.

 

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The free mind of a human god!

The bright light behind the fog.

“Follow the path of the unsafe, independent thinker.  Expose your ideas to the danger of controversy.  Speak your mind and fear less the label of ‘crackpot’ than the stigma of conformity.”  ~ Thomas J. Watson; American businessman, pioneer in the development of accounting and computer equipment used today.
     An illusion is a distortion of the senses, revealing how the brain normally organizes and interprets sensory stimulation.
Have these in mind– How do most people come to know what they know? Through other people, thoughts, ideas, self-deceits of their own minds, and books, right…?? And, more precisely, how are these same thoughts arising and how are they written…?? By human beings with an ego and a goal to reach, after thinking the thoughts in their mind.

Let us switch now–

      Mindfulness is the practice of being aware of what is happening or what you are experiencing in the present moment or situation.  It is being COMPLETELY here and now without judgment, chastising or blaming, without comparison and without any kind of conflict in your mind.  This is a capacity that all human beings possess.  Whenever you bring awareness into what you’re directly experiencing via your senses, or to your state of mind via your thoughts and emotions, you’re being mindful.  The physiological reason is that breaths, by paying full attention to your breath, taken mindfully tend to be slow and deep, which stimulates the vagus nerve, activating the parasympathetic nervous system.  It lowers stress, reduces heart rate and blood pressure, and calms you down.  The psychological reason is that when you put your attention intensely on the breath, you are fully in the present for the duration of the breath.  To feel regretful, you need to be in the past; to worry, you need to be in the future.
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      We all enter this world pure, fearless, without doubt and struggle, untainted by duality and delusions of the flesh, full of love and wisdom; imagine a new-born baby and you’ll understand perfectly.  The whole problem of suffering and delusion starts when the baby comes out of the mother and learns to make use of the physical senses, and, on top of that, the adults around him teach him wrong, teach him about insecurity, fear, difference in people and nature, about how limited their own intelligence is and how to conform to one mindset about a specific religion, about patriotism, about monetary values, about how to think and the importance of an ideal or a person up on a pedestal–fanaticism about a preferred sport’s team, a movie star, a prophet or philosopher, any rigid mindset that creates an unbending mind.
     But a mind should flow like a river, mold into the formless and shapeless essence of truth, love, and ABSOLUTE AGILITY of strength (not be lazy or rigid, but able to move quickly and easily, a weightless and stress-free mind).  Early infancy is when the brain absorbs all the information the physical senses feed, just like a sponge; from then on, the mind is being poisoned and troubled, and the wisdom and fearlessness, love and positive thinking remains under chains by the conditioning and all the garbage fed to it by parents, religious practices, patriotism, government, and so on and so forth.  These muddy layers of haughty and erroneous beliefs which oppress the soul or the mind of the growing individual turn into stone and shape the personality into the mundane and short-sighted, it robs the potential for greatness in the human being; therefore, we should all get rid of all this baggage that only creates stress and a weighty mind with fear and doubt and pride, lack of wisdom, mental and physical illness, and crooked perceptions of everything we experience.

Absolutely no being is born into this world with evil or with hatred towards anything, because the pure heart does not produce evil, the pure, untainted heart only produces the natural condition, love, peace and bliss, which are one unity, one condition of wholeness, the one existent and irrevocable truth, one universal consciousness, ONENESS, complete harmony and perfection; but, however, evil and erroneous belief is created by thought, by human conditioning, by weakness of our own choosing when we attach to a rigid mindset, when we follow other weak and poisoned minds.  Because we have all forgotten our natural state or condition of love and unity, and thus felt fear, doubt, without purpose, being led by our mundane and egotistical physical senses, which run amok untamed and unguarded, our perception of reality becomes narrow and confused and we start thinking darkly and empty; as in we need something, we are not whole, we need security, we need love to be whole again, we need a leader to straighten our path and guide us because we feel too weak and ordinary, maybe even broken by our past or by our vices, to find it alone.

     All delusions of the human mind, obviously; a sure way to feed the ego and create a false belief, for a false belief offers so-called “security” to the ego and the means to feed that delusion, it all creates pleasure to the physical senses.  And in following our self-pity, by whining mentally–“I can’t do this and won’t even try,” “What’s the point…??,” “I do not have an education so I can’t start a business,” “I have been smoking for too long to change now,” “I need someone to bless me for I am a sinner and I need to go to church to wash my sins away”–our minds become weak and victims of the ego and its designed fears.
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     One sure way to stop this vicious cycle of fear and self-pity is to become aware of our present, live that present and be the best we can be in that same present, not wait to give our best in the following hours or tomorrow or the next day, but give our full attention to the moment, seize the moment and find pure happiness there no matter what the situation is or where you are.  If you fall in the trap of following others or expecting others to raise you up, then you will live your life in parts, not as a whole, and you will encounter moments of fear, doubt, and misery.
    I know this from experience, because when I used to follow a leader in church, or become engaged by the nonsense in the news, or follow the illogical beliefs of the egos of others, or compared the success of another with my own success, or try to always please others, I would quite often become mentally depressed and hateful.  And that is no way to live a full and rich life; it steals the motivation and beauty of life in you.
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     We must be vigilant in this and remain always aware of our thoughts and the reactions we have.  We must stop following the news and others telling us what the reality of life and of God itself really is, for our unique perceptions in meditation or mindfulness of the present is the only one we should trust and rely upon.
      
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Poetry and prose from the heart.

“Ashes of love.”

“I’ve learned that when God promises beauty through the ashes, He means it.”  ~ Taya Kyle; American author, political commentator and military veteran’s family activist.
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That wondrous night I left the ashes of my love in your heart,
Oh beautiful creature!, for you will carry me in your thoughts as I part;
Within your deepest desire and most prominent illusion,
Divine chemistry, our heated souls were beyond nuclear fusion.
When dawn awakes you gently with its glowing rays as such,
My ashes of love, your heavenly body will still feel my touch.

That special night we engaged in meaningful connection,
The purest love, the most profound communication.
Beginnings are sensitive, thin like wire, soft as snow,
Tongue as sharp as sword, it is better to build slow;
Oh my love!, I am sorry, that night words did damage,
And my incessant, false insecurities our love did ravage.

I don’t want to lose more tears or be lost in this distance,
For I choose not to seek but to find you within my existence;
But I stare alone at my mirror now, see your beautiful reflection,
I deviate my stare, try to hide my boundless affection,
For my heart has become cold like this room, sadness is my foe,
But so intense were the emotions, ashes of love, remnants so.

Still you are kept within my deepest thoughts, we are one,
And my heart keeps the ashes of your love, you are my sun:
That memorial night you embraced me with your passionate sigh,
And every inch of your skin was the most wonderful paradise;
Layer by layer of clothing, now yours, now mine,
We made it into a game, and to you I built a shrine.

I walk away now from my mirror with these ceaseless memory,
I hold on to a few ashes of love which are sweet reverie.
If I can remember your angelic face I shall not pass away,
But my freezing heart still aches and my whole world seems gray.
And what about my emptiness and this disordered life…??
My blank poems, ill soul, the broken heart in strife…??

But I know all these are false fears meant to carry isolation,
Keep us apart, wound our love, spawn dire frustration;
So, I will come back to you and to the ashes left in your soul,
Mend broken hearts, build our spirits, give back the love I stole.
And when we are finally together we will unite the fires within,
Ashes of love, twin flames, far beyond all thought and skin.

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Poetry and prose from the heart.

Poetry of the muse.

“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.”  ~ William Wordsworth; English Romantic poet.
Two of my poems and paintings to set the mood.

The  Warrior  of  Light

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Of the thousand wounds which the mind’s eye can observe,

Of the powerful hurt which the heart’s memory recalls,

Of the unpleasant occasions in which there was no reserve;

The character of the warrior within me suffers no loss.

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Oh, how beautiful the horizon for the faithful warrior of days!

And how wonderful the very sights of nature for the true sage!

Oh, the spirit of this warrior lives in the perceptive gaze!

The fine disposition, the honest intention, and the radiant face!

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A whisper of love among the screams of hateful tension,

A sliver of sunlight in the pit of wretched gloom,

A grain of courage in the vast harvest of apprehension;

It is all The Warrior of Light claims to give bloom.

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There is heavenly energy in the purity of the warrior,

There is wondrous depth in the clarity his mind,

There is unique beauty and strength without barrier;

For to his devotion there is no joy he cannot find.

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The confidence and power which dwell as unabashed currents of fire
As the warriors with glory and fury in times of old and awe,
The same fire which lives inside my heart and lifts me higher
Beckons The Warrior of Light within me resolute and outlaw.
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Dark  thoughts

The loud cries of two confused conditions

Within the intensity of my prevailing muse,

The hyperactive violence of ruthless visions

Which darkens the conscience of the news.

 

The poet writes what the soul delivers in passion,

But my mind bleeds painful and hidden thought;

The demon stands his ground without compassion,

The angel persists with kind and heartfelt plot.

 

Peace and freedom may be found in the wise part,

Passion and truth may deliver in honesty most pure;

Quarreling ideas may be conquered by the heart,

And of the ways of this poet this is the cure.

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Self-help life truths.

The essence of happiness.

“Happiness is a choice.  You can choose to be happy.  There’s going to be stress in life, but it’s your choice whether you let it affect you or not.”  ~ Valerie Bertinelli; American actress.
     The crux of the  matter of the true essence of happiness is that happiness has no cause, so do not strain your mind, as most people do, thinking that you need to experience wealth, that you need to experience driving a better car, that you need to experience a relationship, marriage, traveling, a better job, more friends, drinking alcohol, experimenting with drugs, skydiving, bungee jumping, etc. etc., to feel happiness or experience it.  Happiness has no cause and it has no qualities or characters; for happiness itself is already a condition of existence within you, and it is what we humans call inner peace–i.e. a peace that is not just of the mind or intellect, or even created or forced upon by us, but a never-ending peace that just is existent in the depth of our hearts, and a peace which involves your whole existence and makes you feel whole and without fear and anxiety, when you pay attention to it and block your nagging thoughts from interfering that is.
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      See, happiness has no cause, because whatever has cause in life at some point disappears–i.e. money runs out, relationships die of age or lose interest, cars break down and rust, your pets die, conversations do not last, the sunshine is not always there, your thoughts and emotions change, and so on and so forth.  There is a cause for each one of these things I have mentioned–for example, a relationship is caused by the desire to find another to share emotional and carnal interactions with, or sunshine is caused by the particular seasons and the specific qualities of the day in question.
     True happiness, which in itself is limited by the human word as all divinity is, cannot own qualities or traits, emotion or thought, because these have causes and therefore origin and are based upon desires to fulfill.  Whenever you find a cause to “happiness”, it is not true happiness because it is chained to a desire to fill a gap in your mind and heart, and when you feel like you need to fill a gap in your mind and heart then it means you believe yourself to be not whole.  See, when “happiness” has a cause and it fulfills a desire which is made in your thought first, then it is coming from outside you–i.e. money, a relationship, sex, a trip to another place, a new car, petting your dog, hugging your friend, admiring great art pieces, etc. etc., is coming from thoughts and actions you create and it is being fulfilled from the things or experiences happening outside of you.
     True happiness is the eternal existence you are beyond thought and flesh, and such thought and flesh are moody, prone to flaws and diseases, and the rest of the roller-coaster triggers from the outside and which thought creates, obstacles and mere pleasures.  Now, I need you to understand this really well, because this is a profound topic of life, and I know words can be deceiving or misleading.  See, I am not saying that economic growth, relationships, loving sex, friendship, family, and the strong desire to be better in all aspects of your life is not noble and productive, not at all; in fact, these are why we are here in the human flesh in the first place, for we are here to increase our capacities and experience all these, for we are here to learn to create from the immaterial to the material and enjoy our successes.
     What I am saying is that most people cannot raise above their own mediocrity and so wallow in sadness because they do not really understand what true happiness really is.  Because they search for happiness when happiness must not be searched, but happiness must be discovered within you.  This sounds like a cliche or some highly spiritual philosophy, but in fact it is not.  Think about your experiences as a child, maybe your first toy or your first kiss or something great that happened to you, remember how you felt based on the emotion and not based on the outside experience of doing something.  Now, think of your grown life, perhaps a new car or a new job or a new baby, remember how you felt based solely on emotions not based on the actual outside experience.  Does it have any difference the emotion in its core…??  I am not talking about the experience itself–i.e. receiving the new toy or expressing yourself in the relationship.  The emotion, for lack of a better word, wasn’t it one of freedom and complete absence of fear and anxiety, wasn’t it one of total inner peace…??  And wasn’t it the same condition felt in your heart whether the outside experience was different…??
     The experience itself of having the new toy, the relationship, the new car, and whatever it was, was a cause for certain pleasure and might have lasted a few hours, days, months, or even years.  These were mere triggers or pleasures you did search for or encountered in your life’s path in order to quiet your nagging thoughts of desire for a time, and thus experience the inner happiness or peace which was, and is and will be, already inside you.  Understanding this is the difference between living a roller coaster of emotions in your life and living always blissful just because you live another day and you choose to embrace who you truly are.
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     This state of wonderful existence has been given many names on our planet, and love is one of them, but this is the true essence of love which is non-anxious, sensual, or jealous, or has any cause for existing within us at all; hence, this is love of your true self, of your divine self beyond the nagging thoughts of desire and emotional roller coaster of every day.  This is the essence of true happiness.  Embrace it.
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Self-help life truths.

A personal note on the fear of death.

“Of course you don’t die.  Nobody dies.  Death doesn’t exist.  You only reach a new level of vision, a new realm of consciousness, a new unknown world.”  ~ Henry Miller; American writer.
I was talking to my mother about death and about how people fear getting old, which is because they get too attached to other people, relationships, ways of living, and material things–so it is not death itself that they fear but the loss of all the things and relationships of the flesh they have ignorantly made a possession here. Commenting the ignorance and the lack of true wisdom this is in most of the population of the world. Of course, she felt attacked by me, like always, and so started to defend her own lack of wisdom in this matter, because in her view, as in most weak-minded people’s views wisdom comes with old age and the decaying of the flesh.
     Whenever I talk to her about profound concerns or issues of life, she displays childish attitudes and an empty and superficial mind, like she does not really understand the reality of the ego in her and how it works in making her feel a false sense of pride in her illogical and incoherent thought processes and defensive words. She knows deep inside I expose the truth in what I say but still she tries to negate that her own son, which lived less experiences than her and that is just 35 years old, might know and understand more about the mind of man and about life itself than her.
     But the truth is, even though I can accept her how she is, her mind is filled with the poor and superficial knowledge she acquired in a church born out of the imagination of other small-minded men, and her experiences come from just existing in life and not from the study of life. She does not see this, or, better put, she does see it but she chooses to remain loyal to her ego; because, as most people stuck in lower consciousness, she does not truly understand the purpose of life but follows the herd. The purpose of life is to grow in knowledge of the truth behind all things, and the absolute truth behind all things is what elevates your mind into higher levels of consciousness and into the secrets of life itself.  Absolute truth and the conscious knowing of it is indeed true magic, such magic where life displays no fear in your mind and magic which gives you the higher purpose and courage to be the best you can be in all aspects of your unique life.
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     My mother’s attitude is really pathetic and mediocre, but at the same time it really saddens me, and even breaks my heart and robs me from some joy in the relationship we share, because my own mother is as ignorant and small-minded as the next guy and the majority of the world. Tears fill my eyes because it should not be like that, but it should be like the saying goes: “Like father, like son.”
     Sometimes though I think, Why does she think so narrow and obtuse being my own mother…??  Why do we think so differently…??  Why is she so hardheaded and ignorant like most people, blind to even reason and logic in the most basic human concepts…??  Did I get all my thirst for higher knowledge, spiritual understanding, and curiosity of the profound thought and behavior/psychology of mankind only from my dead father…??
     It is really difficult for me to understand these mental differences between my mother and myself, because, even though we have different experiences and views in life, we share DNA and there is that important biological and mental connection strengthened throughout decades.
     Nevertheless, even though I am writing my thoughts about her here, I do not really judge her in my heart because I respect her as my mother, and also because a percentage of what I am today is due to her love and guidance; however, I have to admit it troubles me so to know that my own mother does not see growing spiritually and mentally as the most important thing in the world as I do, but she just lives life like anybody else and expects to always be right just because of her age and time on this earth.  Well, the truth behind the thing is, that life’s challenges do not bring wisdom and a higher perspective to the individual, but going through challenges and then taking the time and mental effort to stop yourself and your lifestyle’s rhythm to dissect with your heart in it the very details of that experience wakes the dormant wisdom already in you.  And in most people, like my own mother, that inner wisdom is still dormant throughout their whole lives, no matter what and how they live. 
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     And this is exactly what aches inside of me, the very fact that she stands herself so high and mighty and rejects all higher reason, the very fact that she cares only about feeding her ego and not about the truth, and the very fact, I fear, that she will die in this lower human condition.  But, still, she shouldn’t die in this lower condition of human understanding like many others, because she is my mother and not some pitiful creature which cannot see the very tip of its own nose.  Although, of course, that does not seem to matter in these painful ocean waters we call life.  Life is what it is, and we must accept, for painful and disheartening as it might be, what we cannot change about it.
     But, like I said, what troubles me the most is to have to think of her spiritually and mentally at the same lower level of understanding and wisdom as the people I don’t even know around the world.  See, death is a part of life, and not the end of it.  It is but a lap on the racetrack that is life; because life in its essence is eternal, and it does not know fear and anxiety.  Life is not what you see in the mirror or around you, but it is the energy inside the atoms making what you physically see.  You cannot touch it or see it and yet you know it makes up everything and anything, your thoughts, your flesh.
Fear of death and the negative thinking and behaving it brings is born out of our ego, which looks desperately for a cunning way to justify the loss of all the relationships and material things it acquired throughout this physical life.  So, if you must fear something, fear attachment, because attachment and obsession to the flesh and the thoughts of people, relationships, and to the comfort of material things is what you will lose; however, if you are truly perceptive and highly wise in these matters, then you won’t suffer or become anxious, because death will become you and you will know in your heart that you are both life and death, therefore, remain in peace and joy all your life.
     Spend this life gathering deep knowledge and understanding, and you will raise yourself above all fear and mediocrity.
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The god within.

“To believe in the god over us and around us, and not in the god within us–that would be a powerless and fruitless faith.”  ~ Phillips brooks; American clergyman and author.

     I believe people today has forgotten who they really are and the power they have within themselves to get ahead in life, surpassing all obstacles and reaching their higher goals–whatever those might be for each of us.  There lies great wisdom and energy inside of us all which you might call God or Higher Self, and which you embrace and acknowledge whenever you choose health and love above poisonous foods to your body and hatred towards yourself and others, whenever you mentally speak kindly to yourself and motivate yourself out of self-pity; however, there also lies inside of us all a massive ego and terrible ignorance which you might call Devil or Lower Self, and which makes us believe we are broken and undeserving of a better life.

Of course, most of the problem stems from how our minds are conditioned since birth from our parents, from the ones around us, and from a self-absorbed and highly ignorant society.  Still, through inner contemplation and by embracing certain wisdom within myself, I absolutely know that humankind has been endowed with higher intelligence and capacities of achievement well above other creatures under the sun, and that we are more than the piece of flesh and the crude and disobedient thoughts we experience on a daily basis during the waking state.  And it all lies within ourselves, the capacities of transforming the raw energies in ourselves to be more and bring a noble and unselfish desire into material reality.

Yes, all that is truly needed is to believe that there is no failure in life, because the truth is that failure is an invention of our flawed minds, just like the concept of ‘time’ or the inventions of a place called ‘heaven’ and a place called ‘hell’ waiting for us after we die.  See, ‘time’ is an illusion which serves a purpose in society and in this physical life; ‘heaven’ and ‘hell’ were invented by the fearful and ignorant minds of men to control the minds of other men and keep them tied to a religious belief and dogma.  It is all a well-orchestrated, mental delusion which may serve us or condemn us.  Your choice.

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See, the greatness of our conscious, mortal minds is that we can use the energies floating there to create beautiful and motivating thoughts of noble and unique nature, such thoughts which will evoke feelings of higher purpose and self-love; however, we often have to deal with the negative energies which are fueled by our earthly physical senses, dark energies which are biased and agitated by the perceptions and opinions we form out of these same physical senses–i.e. biased and agitated by the violence and unfairness we see in the news daily, biased and agitated by the stupidity and greediness of politicians, biased and agitated by the invisible poisons from food and entertainment companies, biased and agitated by the cruelty against the environment and animals, etc. etc.

And our immediate environment and neighborhood does not help sometimes, because we might be let down by friends, family, jobs, opportunities of any advancement, and so on.

But if we pay attention to our hearts, without the blockage of our physical senses and that obnoxious voice in our minds, we just might be able to understand that all that separates us from being the best we can be is not our environment, our society, or even things which befall us and bring us suffering, but that it is our minds and how we choose to perceive life.  As Buddha wisely and simply puts it, “What we think, we become.”

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Our minds are filled and shaped by what we choose to perceive of ourselves and of the world.

 

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