27.11.08

SilenciO

estoy en huelga, así que..

me callo un rato
a ver que escucho..

25.11.08

We used to love...

each other.

I still wonder what went (so) wrong.. 

every time I do, I come up with a different answer.. 

and these answers..
they get creepier and creepier...

"Theory...

has no importance to a man that is actually living"

- J. Krishnamurti

20.11.08

complete the phrase

- dame :)
- ok :)
- ...
- que?
- ahora!
- no..
- ok..

tic toc tic toc

- ahora?
- quiza..
- ey!
- hehehe..
- mira!
- que?
- na.

tic toc tic toc

- u ok?
- im fine
- sure?
- yeah..
- ok..

tic toc tic toc

- so..
- WHAT?
- here you go..
- what´s THAT?!
- i thought you..
- WHAT?!
- nothing..

tic toc tic toc

- what´s this..?
- nothing..
- ..
- ...
- thank you!
- sure..
- look up!
- what? oh! wow..
- .. yeah..

tic toc tic toc

- i feel stupid when we fight
- you are
- idiot
- i love you..
- i don´t
- hey! 
- im kidding, im kidding! geez..
- hehe.. i know.. 

is conversations like this that...



the wall

ella me pone impedimentos. siempre lo ha hecho. es lo que la vida me puso en medio.. para recordar todo lo que será difícil. a veces se me olvida y me incomoda y quiero quebrarla, romperla y tumbarla. me invade eso.. que no me gusta. entonces recuerdo. muchas cosas por las que he luchado, por las que he crecido, por las que he avanzado, empezaron con las ganas de vencer esos obstáculos que ella siempre ha sabido poner.. justo ahí donde había paso, justo ahí donde mas dolía. y ahora soy esto que escribe. y esta todo bien. así que te doy las gracias. me has hecho fuerte.. y lo has hecho con amor, buenas intenciones y sin darte cuenta. como debe de ser. 

good?
bad?

i guess it depends on what you do with it

19.11.08

Pd2

tengo un proyecto de dos
dos que se comparten desde lejos
se cruzan de cerca

no se tocan

---

se comparten entre páginas y numeros, cuentos y cartas
y su pelo largo, del color de temporada 
cae sobre su pecho
en alguna playa del norte

dos poetas, porque ella odia que la llamen poetisa
"je ne suis pas petite!" reclama..
y el la mira y sonrie y la mira.. y recuerda su tristeza
y la mira y sonrie y la mira.. 

---

lo veo
con el pelo alborotado entre claros y oscuros
de frente al viento.. 

idea una ecuación,
la teje con sus sueños y la suelta

---

tengo un proyecto
un proyecto de dos

que cura el mal del amor, la soledad y la locura
que tiene efectos secundarios,
da resaca y pone la piel de gallina

los interesados escriban..

18.11.08

There IS more to experience..



New link :)
Great articles..
Delicious recipes!

Thank you Michelle

Debilidades...

Si algún comportamiento de alguien o situación te molesta, significa, que algo no esta bien dentro de ti.  Este puede ser un punto débil, algo que no puedes ver, o que no quieres ver o aceptar de tu carácter.

 

Una forma de descubrirlo es a través de los demás. Si un comportamiento o situación te molesta, ese es un reflejo de tu estado interior, y en ese caso, si lo aceptas y entiendes, deberás tomar la decisión de cambiarlo o no.

Ellos son los espejos que reflejan tu personalidad.

 

Si algo te molesta de alguien, estas reconociendo una actitud que esta realmente dentro de ti.

 

Cuando esto no te afecta y puedes responder calmadamente, significa que esa debilidad ya no esta dentro de ti.

 

BRAHMA KUMARIS WORLD SPIRITUAL UNIVERSITY

www.bkwsu.org

Calle Pablito Mirabal No.33 c/c Aida Cartagena Portalatin y

Lorenzo Despradel. La Castellana, Santo Domingo

Tel: 809-563.94.07

santodomingo@do.bkwsu.org

brahmakumarissd@gmail.com

17.11.08

Sounds from Heaven

Mom, dad... thanks for all the music.
I love you both..

"A practicing psychologist...

and analyst once told Krishnamurti how a woman, whom he had been treating fro several months for severe depressions, without success, had gained a sense of release, and ultimately a cure, from attending a series of Krishnamurti’s talks. He asked if Krishnamurti could recommend a method or technique which would not require the amount of time and patient investigation demanded by psychoanalysis, but would alleviate human miseries and depressions quickly. Krishnamurti did not answer the question directly, but asked the psychoanalyst what he tried to do with his patients. He replied that he tried to help them overcome their difficulties and depressions so that they could fit into society. To the question whether it was important to help people fit into a corrupt society, the analyst answered that it was not his function to reform society or to try to create super-normal people. But, Krishnamurti persisted, ‘if one is only concerned with helping the individual to conform to the existing social pattern……is one not maintaining the very causes that make for frustration, misery and destruction?’ Psychoanalysis, apparently, was not concerned with the total development of man, but only a part of his consciousness. It was surely obvious that to attempt to treat a part, without having an understanding of the whole that it was a part of, could actually cause others types of trouble or disease. The analyst admitted that there was something in this argument, and that his profession tended to be too specialized and narrow in its view of man. However, he asked again whether Krishnamurti could recommend a method or technique of therapy, not realizing that the very question implied a narrow and superficial view of man which he had just admitted to be wrong. ‘Can a method or technique set man free?” Krishnamurti asked, ‘or will it merely shape him to a desired end?’ No reply from the analyst is on record, but the discussion up to this point clearly brought out the difference between Krishnamurti’s psychological ideas and those of a modern orthodox psychologist."

¿Por qué..

dejaste de escribir?

12.11.08

Virtudes


These random things que se me cruzan en la vida.. 
And.. why not? :)

8.11.08

"Almost perfect...

... but not quite."
Those were the words of Mary Hume
At her seventh birthday party,
Looking 'round the ribboned room.
"This tablecloth is pink not white--
Almost perfect... but not quite."

"Almost perfect... but not quite."
Those were the words of grown-up Mary
Talking about her handsome beau,
The one she wasn't gonna marry.
"Squeezes me a bit too tight--
Almost perfect... but not quite."

"Almost perfect... but not quite."
Those were the words of ol' Miss Hume
Teaching in the seventh grade,
Grading papers in the gloom
Late at night up in her room.
"They never cross their t's just right--
Almost perfect... but not quite."

Ninety-eight the day she died
Complainin' 'bout the spotless floor.
People shook their heads and sighed,
"Guess that she'll like heaven more."
Up went her soul on feathered wings,
Out the door, up out of sight.
Another voice from heaven came--
"Almost perfect... but not quite."

- Shel Silverstein

6.11.08

Smack the teacher

Click on the image so you can really appreciate this fine work of art.
It was made by one of my younger students. 
I really hope  the teacher in the picture is not me! 
(Hmm.. I do have funky hair, but I don´t use glasses, so.. )

29.10.08

Oh where, oh where...

No tengo las palabras conmigo

solo tengo la intención y este teclado. 

No sé que pasó.. que ha pasado. Hace meses que otros hablan por mi porque tengo las palabras perdidas. Y no importa mucho... al parecer tejes expresiones y otras cosas y entiendes.  

Pero quisiera tener las palabras conmigo, para contarte como siento que las cosas cambian, para contarte como veo lo que ocurre, lo que el corazón me susurra, lo que sueño en las noches y lo que huelo cuando abro la segunda gaveta.

Que cosa esta... tu que te comes las palabras y yo que las pierdo... 


28.10.08

"Parallel Lines" - Kings of Convenience

What's the immaterial substance
That envelopes two
That one percieves as hunger
And the other as food
I wake in tangeled covers
To a sash of snow,
You dream in a cartoon garden
I could never know

Innocent imitation of how it would be
If one the music entered, you did not retreat
In my imagination, you are cast in gold
Your image a compensation for me to hold

Parallel lines, move so fast 
Toward the same point 
Infinity is as near as it is far 
Parallel lines, move so fast 
Toward the same point 
Infinity is as near as it is far

---------

Estaba dormida y me desperté para oir esta canción. Estaba soñando con ella, pero no recuerdo que. Pero pensaba en un tema similar al irme a dormir...

Muy de cerca, hacia el mismo sitio.. sin cruzarnos.. 

(Yawn)

Tambien es interesante

22.10.08

My Word

Blog-Word! for martianegg
wonderfulness

You're an individual - nobody was found with the same word as you!

Check back later, maybe you'll have some LJ-Word buddies then!

@
Created by Grahame

Flowers..

20.10.08

¿?

una parte, solo una parte
no entera
es una parte
a la que no tengo acceso
que no alcanzo a alcanzar
que no llego
que no me da la mano
ni las piernas
ni el amor
ni la cabeza
con todos esos pensamiento 
que a veces intentas espantar

0o---O---o0

telas de araña 
polvo
olvido
es todo lo que veo
y cuidan con violencia 
ese espacio
al que no tengo paso
y despacio
me alejo

-0-o-O-o-0-

¿qué te comparto?
¿qué te doy?

... de mi ...

--o0O0o--

se mete el sol por la ventana
un gallo me da la hora

lo negro que cubre mis ojos es tu pelo, 
y despierto a tu rostro dormido, 

tan cerca. 

guardas algo entre las cejas que aún no entiendo
y mirarte me dice poco
pero te miro
te observo y estudio
y hace gestos muy pequeños
que me dicen poco
me dices poco

¿será que veo mas de lo que hay?
¿será que pienso que hay algo que no hay?

¿será que..

17.10.08

Yokomo

CS-32137 : YOGA EDUCATION

Course Objectives
  1. Comprehend the metaphysical concepts which support the Yoga Philosophy like the Purusha and Prakriti, Budhi (Mahat) and Ahamkar, etc.
  2. Understand the meaning and relevance of Yoga as a way to spiritual ascent of man via physical and mental integration.
  3. Understand different types of Yoga – The Ashtang Yoga, the Jnana Yoga, Bhakti Yoga and other modern off-shoots.
  4. Understand the socio-psychological basis lending to a dynamic transformation of personality.
  5. Understand the scientific basis and therapeutic values of Yoga.

UNIT I : METAPHYSICAL BASIS OF YOGA
  • Concept of Purusha (pure consciousness) and Prakriti as basic components of cosmic reality.
  • Concept of Budhi (Mahat) and Ahamkar (The Ego) as basic components of Prakriti of the individual.
  • Further sub-divisions of Ahamkar-Mana (the mind), Karmendris, Jnanendris and Tanmatras (the Suksham Sharir)
  • Nature of knowledge and knowledge getting process – the 'Pramanas'.
UNIT II : THE PHILOSOPHY OF YOGA AND ITS RELATIONSHIP TO INDIVIDUAL AND
SOCIAL UPLIFTMENT 
  • The meaning and definitions of Yoga
  • Yoga as a way to healthy and integrated living
  • Yoga as a way to socio-moral upliftment of man
  • Yoga as a way to spiritual enlightenment Atmanubhuti Pratykshanubhuti
UNIT III : DIFFERENT TYPES OF YOGA SYSTEMS AND CHARACTERISTICS OF
YOGA PRACTITIONER 
  • Ashtanga Yoga of Patanjali
  • Janana Yoga, Bhakti Yoga and Karma Yoga of Bhagwadgita
  • Integral Yoga of Aurobindo and modern off shoots of Yoga
  • Characteristics of a practitioner of Yoga
UNIT IV : THE INSTRUMENTALS OF YOGA (Sadhana pad) 
  • The Five Vamas (observances)
  • The Five Niyamas (abstinences)
  • Asans – The right postures
  • Pranayam – controlling the senses
  • Pratyahara – controlling the senses
  • Dharana (concentration) and its methods
  • Dhyana (meditation) and its kinds
  • Samadhi – its various types
UNIT V : SCIENTIFIC BASIS OF YOGA, YOGA AND MENTAL HEALTH 
  • Yoga and Bio-feedback
  • Therapeutic values of yoga
  • Different Asans and their effects to promote a sound physical and mental health
  • Dhyana, and its therapeutic value

TEST & PRACTICUM 
(i) Survey of Yoga Kendra(s)
(ii) 5 Meditative & Curative Asans
(iii) Behavioural Statement of Yam and Niyam

14.10.08

mi moraO


"Bruise"
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

"A bruise, also called a contusion or ecchymosis, is an injury to biological tissue in which the capillaries are damaged, allowing blood to seep into the surrounding tissue. It is usually caused by blunt impact. Bruises often induce pain but are not normally dangerous. Sometimes bruises can be serious, leading to other more life threatening forms of hematoma, or can be associated with serious injuries, including fractures and internal bleeding. The likelihood of bruising, and severity of it, increases as one ages, because elderly human skin becomes thinner and less elastic. Minor bruises may be easily recognized, in people with light skin color, by their characteristic blue or purple appearance (idiomatically described as "black and blue") in the days following the injury."

11.10.08

No Rain!



It´ll be a lovely weekend =)

9.10.08

A Whole New Thing

This is what Michael says...

CAPRICORNS AND CAPRICORN RISINGS!

COOL IT!

Acting rashly now is not going to get you anywhere.

This is the most crucial moment to

be calm, patient and let your life unfold

Sure you're angry

but you got yourself into this mess

and you'll get yourself out.

In time.

Just don't jump the gun.

And to some extent

that goes for the rest of us.

Pluto in Capricorn

is acting on wherever you have Saturn in your horoscope.

(Astrologers, check that out.)

And wherever your Saturn is

you tend to clutch too soon.

Wake up, yes.

Clutch, no.

The fear and panic thing: Stop that business right now.

We can't say who should be blamed for it

Whether it's the greedy manipulators

some wealthy Cabal out to control the world

or the Reptoids from Planet X.

Most likely it's just time to wake up to a new era in the world.

We call it Pluto in Capricorn.

People are staggering around

as if they've just crawled out of a train wreck.

They crawl away

not sure it even happened.

This is real.

But it's just another illusion of reality

and there is absolutely no reason to panic or think you're done for.

Pluto in Capricorn will present a new set of problems to be solved.

And they will get solved.

Not by pretending it's not happening.

Not by hanging yourself.

It's just another cat's cradle.

Now you have to figure out a new solution with changed options


6.10.08

Next Step...


I've been thinking about a master´s degree... 



ShOulD I StAY oR shOUld I gO?!!!

"Miracles", by Walt Whitman

Why! who makes much of a miracle?
As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love--or sleep in the bed at night with
any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with my mother,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds--or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down--or of stars shining so quiet
and bright,
Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new moon in spring;
Or whether I go among those I like best, and that like me best--
mechanics, boatmen, farmers,
Or among the savans--or to the soiree--or to the opera,
Or stand a long while looking at the movements of machinery,
Or behold children at their sports,
Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the perfect old
woman,
Or the sick in hospitals, or the dead carried to burial,
Or my own eyes and figure in the glass;
These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring--yet each distinct, and in its place.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same;
Every spear of grass--the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women,
and all that concerns them,
All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.

To me the sea is a continual miracle;
The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the ships,
with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?

"May I?"



"There are very many things I would like to say to you, but i've lost my way and I've lost my words. There are very many places I would like to go but I can't find the key
to open my door.

The weight of my words- you can't feel it anymore. The weight of my words- you can't feel it anymore.

There are very many ways I would like to break the spell you've cast upon me. Because all the time I sacrificed myself to make you want me, has made you hant me.

The weight of my words- you can't feel it anymore... "

29.9.08

Math

"... Entonces la matemáticas se construye así... Como lo de decir que debe existir 2^(1/2) pero no puede ser racional así el hombre se va inventando nuevas ideas... Nuevas nociones de como daben ser las cosas... Nuevos nombres y nuevas formas que coincidan con el resto de las cosas ya demostradas... Y en las matemáticas se va grabando lo que es útil... Algebra abstracta para llegar a describir de manera abstracta los conjuntos que tienen las propiedades de los números que estabas describiendo antes, la teoría de la medida para relacionar estos nuevos conjuntos abstractos (que partieron de los conjuntos de los números que describíamos) con el concepto de distancia y el de la recta numérica...

Todo es una invención creativa, que se diferencia del arte solo en la restriccion de ser coherente en inicio con la intuisión y luego con si misma..."

--------------------

Es impresionante... nunca perdió el hilo de lo que decía. 
Lo que no terminó de explicar, me lo mandó por aquí.
Y quiero contar con palabras.. y en estos días ni eso me sale.

No pienso ni en letras, ni en numeros, ni en imágenes.
Mi mente está en huelga y quiere sentir lo que sabe que siente
cuando mis ojos ven el azul.

Por ahora solo te regalo las gracias...
que no es mucho..
pero es algo.

Por tu tiempo, por tu paciencia, y por tanta sencillez.


Si alguien ve esto.. le invito a que pase por su blog

Stay


24.9.08

23.9.08

EdeSur

Agosto 18
- Gracias por llamar a Edesur, toda nuestra energía... si... presione... 
(I listen, and press, and press, and listen)

- Buenas, le habla Fulano de tal, en que puedo servirle?
- Si, ehm.. no me llego mi factura
- Numero de contrato?
- xxxxxxx
- Es que usted tiene un crédito, por fallo a su favor por corte indebido.
- Huh? Eh.. ok
- Por lo que veo de su historia y como generalmente le llega la factura, no va  tener que pagar luz como por un año.
- Hmm.. que bien. Entonces eso se hace estomáticamente?
- Si. 
- Bueno ok, pero quiero que me llegue mi factura de todos modos.
- No hay problema, voy a poner una notita por aquí.
- Pues gracias Fulano
- Algo mas en lo que le pueda ayudar?
- No, gracias.
- Gracias por llamar a Edes...
(Click!)

Entnces llame al dueño del apartamento me dice que ok, que muy cool. Que le pague la luz a el, y que use el crédito en lo que el resuelve que le pasen el crédito a su nueva residencia. 

Perfecto. Deposito la luz con la renta. Una cosa menos de que preocuparme.

------------------------

Septiembre 22
Llego a casa.. cansada.. despierta desde las 5am.. 
Long day ahead of me tomorrow...
Very tired 
 
(Conversation with roommate
- Huh? No hay luz? Y que fue?!!!
- No se.. dejaron un papelito ahi
- AAAAHHHHRRRRR... QUE CUERDAAAAAA!!!
- Na, esperar a mañana...
(Calm down M.Egg)
- Déjame llamar..

- Gracias por llamar a Edesur....
(Ok, I know.. follow the drill..)
- Gracias por llamar, le habla Mengano, en que..?
- Mire... yo tengo un crédito de XX mil pesos, y me cortaron la luz! a mi me dijeron que se pagaba estomáticamente, en mi factura de septiembre ni siquiera sale la deuda de agosto así que entendí que se iba a hacer de forma automática, como me dijeron en agosto cuando llame para averiguar. Esto no es justo! yo estoy cansada, tengo sueño y tengo que dormir sin luz! las cosas de la nevera se van a dañar! y ustedes no me van a resolver esto! Esto es un corte injustificado, cabe una demanda, yo conozco mis derechos!
- Numero de contrato por favor?
- xxxxxxx
- Uhm...
(Se me revoltean los apellidos y sigo peleando)
- Señorita disculpe..
- Digame!
- Sabe que?
- Que?!
- Usted tiene razon.
- Pero no tengo LUZ! Pónganme la luz!
- No hay problema.. a primera hora de la mañana...

So, I tried and I tried, pero no hubo forma de que me pusieran a un supervisor, ni de que me pusieran la luz. Asi que me fui a dormir... y dormi bien. Sin calor. Sin molestias. Todo el pique... para nada. 

Learn.. learn. Coger pique.. no deja. Al menos que sea de mentira.. como con un higher purpose o algo así. Y no sería un pique anyhow... solo estaría uno actuando. 

Espero tener luz cuando llegue a casa. Aunque con el boche que le dí al pobre hombre... 

21.9.08

Diego

Se fue y nunca le vimos el rostro. Lo conocimos poco, lo quisimos bastante... y se fue. Hizo mucho en siete meses, y ni siquiera tuvo que hablar. Gracias por tu corta visita. Que tu camino se ilumine hacia donde sea que vayas. 

♪♪♪

19.9.08

Shh..

I'm in my dark little place.. all alone down here. Naked. Not eating. Not sleeping. Perhaps.. just thinking. Coverd in dirt, in my dark little place. Do not disturb... I'll come out soon enough.. They call it the eighth house in astrology.. or is it the twelfth? Oh well.. I'm in my dark little place. The sound of silence is nice.. and echoes of you from time to time.. oh yes.. those echoes..

31.8.08

parents

- me gustaria que se levante un representante de lo padres de este grupo y una representante para las madres... a ver cual es la sensacion general...

(mom and dad stand up)

- no se que han estado haciendo aqui, me parece que esto es mas que un diplomado.. gracias.. (sñif), gracias por devolvernos a nuestra hija..
- si.. me siento igual... gracias.. hacia mucho tiempo que no la sentia cerca.. del alma... gracias... gracias por hacer esto.. ahora tenemos una familia..

i love them. and tell them
group hug..

Querido Agosto

en agosto todo cambia..

recupere mi familia.. termine el diplomado.. me despedi (finalmente).. di las gracias a los que me acogieron con amor.. decidi saltar.. estoy mirando para alante (no pa'bajo).. lo tome de la mano y dije "si".

no parece mucho, verdad?

pues..

lo es.

29.8.08

Wondering About

5:15 am
Caminaba entre los árboles, las sombras, el silencio y las estrellas.
Recuerdo.. tenue... una melodía..

6:45 am
En la ducha.. un rejuego entre el silencio y el agua.
Llegan algunas palabras..

8:07 am
I surf the web... entangled, many websites.
Can't find the lyrics to the song.
Instead, I bump into this..


-Matt Talbott
(musician.. among many other things)


"So you've come for the lyrics, eh? That's good and all, but you need to understand something first. Matt doesn't release his lyrics (as you've probably noticed) so that you'll interpret things in your own way. All you will find here is my interpretation, for what it's worth. Please don't send me emails with your lyrical theories, refer to the quote above."

-------------------------------

Hmm..

6.8.08

The Nile Goddess


"This Goddess is from the earliest period in Egyptian History, before the time of the Pharaohs. She has been identified as the Goddess of the Nile, the Sacred River. Her arms are upraised in prayer to Sirius, the brightest star in the heavens. The Nile floods in yearly cycles, and for thousands of years, the day the star Sirius first appeared was also the day the floods began. It was the beginning of the agricultural year, and brought with it another year of life for the Egyptian people. The prayers of the Nile Goddess might be to be reunited with her stellar counterpart, so that they might together give, once again, the gift of life to people."

Speak Up

(Today's Kabbalah message)

"Our spiritual work is to grow more connected to others around us. Our obstacle is stored hurt. When we don't resolve conflicts in our relationships, our lives can't move forward.


Today, tell your boyfriend or boss or brother exactly what you want, what you feel, what you think. You are going to worry about what they will say or think. And honestly, that's the work. Just expose yourself and be vulnerable. Ask the Light to give you the strength to stay open in the pain.

Your soul will love you for having the courage to speak up."

5.8.08

28.7.08

**

naci y me vi
naci y fui
luego mori
entonces naci hace poco
de nuevo
pero solo recien
veo que estoy viva
que no tengo morir para ser
ni rescatar de la muerte a nadie
estoy aqui
estoy viva

20.7.08

Dzi


My beautiful Ru Yi Dzi...



...just broke.

After three years with me.. interesting time for it to leave.

Thanks for your company, protection and teachings.

(To learn more about this and other Dzi beads...)

19.7.08

Ego Boosters

- hey, te iba a decir una cosa que pense el otro dia, muy espontaneamente y despues se me olvido que te lo queria decir
- y ahora te acordaste de la cosa que me ibas a decir, o de que algo muy cool se te olvido?
- de lo que te iba a decir
- cuentame
- como que sonaba mas bonito antes... nah.. i was just walking and all of a sudden i thought.. i really really really trust you. completely. and my kids, are so going to the school i know you're gonna open.. and that was it
- ....
- but it sounded better when i thought it the first time. maybe because it came out of nowhere
- (sñif)
- yeah...
- you're too sweet
- yeah, well..
- i'm blogging this
- hahahaha.. sure

----------------------


Friends and grandmas.. great ego boosters..
It's cute.. they actually think you can do it all..
The best thing of all, is when they go ahead and..
convince you

Love ya Mel, thanx
=)

18.7.08

Angeles




Pensamiento del 18/07/2008.

"Muchas personas se preguntan si los ángeles existen verdaderamente. Sí, existen. Los ángeles son criaturas inmortales hechas de una materia tan pura, tan sutil que nada puede alcanzarles. Viven en perfecta luz y alegría, y conocen todo excepto el sufrimiento. Porque el sufrimiento sólo tiene lugar en una materia que no es absolutamente pura. Y un ángel no puede sufrir, porque es absolutamente puro. No existen ángeles en el plano físico, sólo se les puede encontrar a partir de las regiones superiores del plano astral. En el límite entre el plano astral inferior y el plano astral superior, se extiende una zona intermedia donde viven los seres que trabajan para librarse de todas sus impurezas. Todavía son susceptibles de ser atormentados por las influencias negativas del astral inferior y del plano físico, pero en el momento en que franquean esta zona, se vuelven parecidos a los ángeles.

Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov

16.7.08

primerOs pasOs

"Estimada M.Egg,

Te escribo desde la Embajada Dominicana en la India.
Me da mucho gusto saber que estas pensando en la India
para tus estudios y trabajo.
Es realmente una experiencia enriquecedora.
Dejame saber qué piensas estudiar o tus planes de trabajo.
Estamos a tu ordenes por aqui."

Punk Rock - Meditation

"I'll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dillitante's and ah... and ah... heartless manipulators about music that takes up the energies and the bodies and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds of young men who give what they have to it and give everything they have to it and it's a... it's a term that's based on contempt, it's a term that's based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism and everything that's rotten about rock'n'roll. I don't know Johnny Rotten but I'm sure... I'm sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself. And that music is so powerful that it's quite beyond my control and ah... when I'm in the grips of it I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Do you understand what I'm talking about? Have you ever felt like that? When you just couldn't feel anything and you didn't want to either You know? Like that? Do you understand what I'm saying sir?"

I love you/fish

(October 26th, 2006)

this was sent to me some time ago..
lo acabo de encontrar en el fondo de mi inbox..
creo que lo entiendo mas ahora que en aquel entonces...
enjoy

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Oftentimes when we say we love someone, we're actually referring to the way the person makes us feel. In a very real sense, our love for others is actually just an extension of our love for ourselves.

Yesterday I was reading a parable that my brother Michael wrote:

A man walks into a restaurant. The waiter asks him what he would like. He responds that he loves fish. The fish is cooked and then cut up. The man then proceeds to swallow the fish. Is this love? Is this the way one treats someone he loves? This man does not love fish. He loves himself, he loves to satiate himself with fish.

Think about this the next time you say, "I love you".

13.7.08

cOmpartir

- ven acá
- dime..
- ven acaaa..
- ok..

(voy allá)

- dime..
- siéntate aquí..
- ...
- .. y oye esta canción conmigo

=)

clOse

10.7.08

Love and Service

Love cannot remain by itself--it has no meaning.
Love has to be put into action and that action is service.
Whatever form we are, able or disabled, rich or poor,
It is not how much we do, but how much love we put in the doing;
A lifelong sharing of love with others.

Una conversacion me llevo a entrar esto en Google: service love spiritual. Obviamente, aparecieron muchas direcciones. Esta fue la primera que me llamo la atencion y me parecio lindo el articulo. Ahi encontre esta cita, de la Madre Teresa de Calculta.

Love to all,

M.Egg

lO que se nOs va


Esta tarde me llego esto por Facebook, de quien menos esperaba. Me hizo pensar en todo lo que he dejado que se pierda. Las oportunidades que desperdiciamos.. de sonreir, de aprender, de servir, de avanzar, de ayudar... por timidez, porque va y dicen, por.. disparates del Ego. Miro para atras, me seco dos lagrimas y sonrio. Asi es.. cada vez menos, pero asi es.


Subject: Alou!

Saluditos M.Egg...

Pues, el otro dia apareciste en el cuadrito de "people you may know" y me dije "pues no, no la conozco, no me he dado la oportunidad de conocerla". He dejado uno que otro comentario en tu blog, pero usualmente anonimos o con nombres inventados (incluyendo uno de unos libros bonitos). Bueno... tu quiere' se' mi amiquita? ... Un abrazo, be happy always... outside... and inside... =)



Gracias Avecilla por traer una sonrisa a mi rostro, por regalarme palabras dulces y llevarme a la reflexion.

24.6.08

Hacer el Amor

"Los franceses emplean la expresión «hacer el amor», en efecto, pero no se puede decir que aquél que la inventó estuviera bien inspirado. Porque el amor no lo puede hacer nadie, es una corriente de fuerzas que nos supera, nosotros no somos los dueños de ellas y mucho menos sus creadores. El amor es una fuerza, un principio que procede de Dios mismo. Es una energía, y es esta energía la que dejamos pasar a través nuestro cuando amamos. Pero como es raro que los humanos sepan amar, esta energía no pasa armoniosamente. Por tanto, dicen que «hacen» el amor, es decir que se ponen en unas posiciones determinadas, hacen unos gestos determinados, pronuncian unas palabras determinadas... pero ¿acaso esto es amor? No es seguro."

Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov

17.6.08

You may have noticed that the Tune Up is late. Since Sunday, our Customer Care department has been swamped with people asking if there was a problem with their email settings. No, your email works fine. I delayed the Tune Up for a few days to explain the following lesson.

There is a basic rule of spirituality: If you don't crave, you don't get. Light only comes to a place where there is a strong desire, a place where there is craving.

Any spiritual teacher worth his salt will do everything in his power to develop yearning within his students. Part of giving is allowing people to build their desire.

We can learn from the experience Rav Ashlag, (founder of The Kabbalah Centre in 1922) had with his own teacher. His teacher was a successful merchant in Jerusalem, but no one knew he was a Kabbalist. He revealed himself to Rav Ashlag and taught him for three months. Rav Ashlag had sought this experience his entire life and he was so energized and excited.

However, gradually his teacher came less and less, until finally he disappeared altogether. It took Rav Ashlag three months to realize it was his ego that had caused his teacher to disappear. He prayed and prayed and prayed to see his teacher again. Then, one day his teacher revealed himself again to Rav Ashlag - for one day. The next day he passed away.

In our spiritual growth, if we don't have a strong passion, we lose the connection. Craving is a gift. It comes as part of the process. We need to push ourselves, constantly making an effort. We need to give and empty ourselves until the next wave of craving comes. When you have a huge craving for the Light, you are with the Light.

How much of the day are you craving? How much of the day do you want more?

This week, find where your desire is small and expand it.

All the best,

Yehuda

15.6.08

Underwater

present tense

he's quiet
he observes... you
he smiles

he listens
he looks around
he speaks.. a word or two

he enters
he sings.. eyes closed
he realizes.. others..
he smiles
he blushes



he agrees.. or not
he listens
he's silent

he sleeps
he smiles
he dreams
he awakens
he shares.. three centimeters away..



he's focused
he's serious
he's working.. or reading..
he's .. he is... right there..
he's doing that
he's only doing.. that..
he's Being.. present tense.. unaware of anything else..

he's there! there he is..
he's looking at me.. and smiles
he knows..

i'm done...

2.6.08

mother's day

hablamos de:

  • la infancia y lo linda que fue. eramos bebes perfectos..
  • que diferente es todo ahora
  • moral (y civica)
  • las carreras
  • el futuro
  • las especialidades
  • los apellidos, los origenes
  • Bani
  • San Pedro (de Macoris)
  • papi
  • el tio aquel que nadie supo..
  • las hermanas
  • tener hijos
  • tener cuidado
  • divorcio
  • los que no estaban
  • todas las fotos del album
  • las formalidades y las informalidades
  • los refranes de mi abuelo
tambien...

  • nos sonrojamos
  • nos buscamos las manos
  • nos sorprendimos
  • nos conocimos.. mas...
y seguro se me quedan mil cosas.
parents.. family... gotta love 'em!

31.5.08

El Destino, Un regalo

"El talante con el que un hombre acepta su ineludible destino y todo el sufrimiento que le acompaña, la forma en que carga con su cruz, le ofrece una singular oportunidad -incluso bajo las circunstancias mas adversas- para dotar a su vida de un sentido mas profundo."

"Acuden a mi mente algunos detalles de una especial e intima grandeza humana. Como cuando presencie la muerte en el campo de aquella joven mujer... Esta joven conocía su muerte cercana, cuestión de días. Con todo se encontraba serena y algo animada. Converse con ella: 'Me alegro que el destino se haya cebado en mi con tanta dureza. en mi vida anterior fui un niña consentida y no cumplía con mis deberes espirituales'. Señaló a la ventana del barracón y me dijo: 'Aquel árbol es el único amigo que me queda en esta soledad'. Era cierto, por la ventana se acercaba a ver una rama de una castaño con dos brotes en flor. 'A menudo le hablo a ese arbol', me dijo.

Yo me notaba atónito, aturdido, sin saber como encajar esas palabras. Deliraba? Sufría alucinaciones? Con algo de ansiedad le pregunte si el árbol le contestaba:
'Si!'
'Y que le dice?' Respondió:
'Me dice:

ESTOY AQUÍ, ESTOY AQUÍ, YO SOY LA VIDA, LA VIDA ETERNA'."

26.5.08

Karma

la gota cae
y círculos concéntricos aparecen
se alejan del centro
topan la orilla
y desaparecen

la gota cae
y mis acciones con ella
círculos concéntricos aparecen
se alejan de mi
topan a muchos
y desaparecen...

la gota cae..

pero esta vez puse la mano
y no paso nada

25.5.08

Find Yourself

"Why can't you go find yOUrsElf
And make me want to know y
Why can't you go find YouRSeLF
And make me want to show you"
- Telepopmusik

23.5.08

www.tribesofcreation.com


This site is devoted to the cultivation of our humanness in conscious, respectful, and free flowing dialogue with the natural world. One so integrated into the sylvan cosmos, the society of Nature, is known as a sylvapolitan. The sylvapolitan is educated via self-transformation (knowing something by becoming it), accultured into a spiritual ecology and its manifestations in natural ecosystems, and pro-active in the great Game of evolution.


The sylvapolitan is a perennial figure, ebbing as civilizations rise into egoic hierarchies of domination and exclusion, and flowing forward again as they inevitably crash, to then receive the 'nutrients' (art forms, musical styles, medical understandings, technologies, spiritual lessons, and such) of the composting cultures. In this way the sylvapolitan alchemizes new prototypes of human expression, those that become the defining, growing edge of our species development.


The sylvapolitan is now engaged in bridging the dominator/industrial cultures with the co-creative/indigenous, the techno-rational mind of modernity with the great devic forces that abide with the fertility circuits and evolutionary engines of the planet, and in restoring a happy union between reason and spirit. Many are now incarnating during this cusp between the ages for just these purposes, to ride a rapidly cresting wave of unprecedented opportunities for spiritual growth. The creativity that upwells from our structural destiny to flower, from deep longings to be again at home on this planet, is visioning the seedbed from which future traditions of arts and science, music and relationships, are already sprouting. The times are spiraling round to a planet-wide neo-indigeneity, an eco-conscious culture emerging thru the compost of predatory capitalism as it globalizes its karmas into increasingly surreal acts of self-destruction. Beneath the escalating crises we see in the news, another story is activating, a cyclic story of death and rebirth. The earth is baring her belly before the onslaughts of deforestations, factory fishing, and strip mining. She is giving birth, as so many prophecies have foretold, to another phase of her life. The hue-man native to this phase is maturing, like the earth herself, to the harmonic of flowering, and the songs of a culture come home to the family of creation.


So the sylvapolitan arises anew, a phoenix from the ashes of those who surrender themselves to the great expansive forces of spiritual renewal now sweeping the planet. By opening and bearing the feeling wound of separation long denied in the modern psyche, the sylvapolitan must draw on the deepest resources of spirit necessary to cleanse this wound. In this way we, who chose these ways, are strengthened, transformed by the healing ordeal, envisioned by attunement to the now accessible higher frequencies of the Gaian Dream, and sung into flowering heart of the Eternal Now. This is the story that shines thru the night. This is the song of the sylvapolitan.

22.5.08

2 + 2

te leo y te amo
te escribo y te amo
te veo y te amo
te escucho y te amo
te siento y te amo
te huelo y te amo
te beso y te amo

y aun asi...

2+2 me da 3


numbers are not what they used to be...

A slAp In thE fAcE

ARIES

The formula is simple. You want to eat? Work. You want to be able to go shopping, (which you do), work. At this moment you can’t pamper yourself into thinking you’re a member of the leisure class, so if you have had any grandiose pretensions of being royalty, roll up your sleeves and get off it.

18.5.08

Juno


"In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with."

8.5.08

Seva Cafe; Love All, Serve All



"... when you come into a space with strangers
and you feel at home,
you suddenly realize that this world
is one family"

M.Egg goes back to School II

- si?

- quiero hacer reingreso

- llene este formulario, pase por caja y pague tanto, luego vuelva por aquí con el recibo

- puedo pagar en la caja de al lado? tengo mucho rato haciendo fila

- no, esta caja es solo para esto esto y aquello. tiene que ir a la principal


mientras cruzo la universidad, de una extremo a otro, viendo las caritas de los estudiantes de nuevo ingreso, mientras ando por ahí con una mochila (y analizo este símbolo), me pregunto por que no he terminado, por que sigo ahí... y empiezan a navegar por mi mente, frases, recuerdos, imágenes, ideas.. y empiezo un dialogo interno que poco a poco me fue provocando nauseas.


- si?

- quiero pagar el reingreso

- son tanto.. pero espérese... que se fue el sistema.

a veces parece que "el sistema" es otro empleado. se cae, se va, sube, baja..

- ok, ahora.. dígame...

- pero ya le dije..

- si?

- quiero pagar el reingreso

- son tanto

- aquí tiene


mientras vuelvo a cruzar la universidad de un extremo a otro, y me distancio de los pensamientos, veo como mi mente tiene este dialogo consigo misma, y como mi cuerpo deja de responder mientras observo... la nausea se va disipando, y empiezo a respirar normalmente. los latidos de mi corazón se regularizan y siento como los músculos de mi rostro se van relajando.


y todo empieza a parecer... una gran tontería..


- oh mija! hola! como estas? tu por aquí? todavía?!

- si

- ...

- ...

- todo bien?

(y como que quiere que le de detalles)

- muy bien, gracias

(a usted no le importa.. ni se para que pregunta)

- ...

- bueno, tengo que seguir.

- ok, bye...

(no mi hermana, no le salio.. siga con su vida)


entonces llego a registro, ya en otra onda...


- permiso.. ya hice la fila, estaba en caja pagando

- hágala de nuevo

- ok..


y después..


- hola

- si?

- quiero hacer reingreso..

- si, tiene que pasar por caj..

- ya.. mire el recibo.

- ok, vamos a revisar su expediente. le llamamos un unos minutos


30 minutos después


- mire, pase por orientación

- en serio?

- si.. presenta irregularidad y aun no termina

- pero me faltan pocas materias. las notas están bien, el índice esta bien..

- pase por orientación. allá le firman este formulario, y nosotros le sellamos el reingreso

- ok


yo ni sabia donde estaba orientación. entre a la diminuta oficina para encontrarme con unas sillas viejas, frente a un escritorio polvoriento y una señora abandonada. con el kit de maquillaje abierto (de esos Maja que usaba mi abuela) se quitaba las telas de arana de encima. sonríe y me recibe..


- hola mi hija, siéntate

- gracias

- cuéntame...


y bueno, sacamos mi expediente, conversamos sobre mi vida, la de ella, tomamos café, reímos un rato. esa señora parecía un ser olvidado por la institución, un fantasma en la nomina, en aquella oficina, al final de una pasillo, sin letreros ni indicaciones. ni las oficinas de ese piso sabían lo que había ahí.


y ahí la deje. detrás de su escritorio, sonriendo y despolvando una foto de dos niñas jugando..


- si?

- hago la fila de nuevo?

(le enseño los formularios)

- no, esta bien. mire su comprobante. venga en dos días a hacer la selección

- gracias


La selección... esa es otra historia..