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..

Is this the END?

by Michael Lutin


Part ONE


It could be global warming, sure, but is it caused by trucks and cars and all the crap we are putting in the atmosphere? Is it Uranus at the end of the zodiac? Is this the end of the world? It’s not as if this is the first time it’s happened. Uranus reached the end of Pisces in the 1920's, and we all know what happened immediately after that. Uranus has passed over this spot hundreds of times before that and the world hasn't ended.

What makes this transit different is that for the first time in our lifetime, all three planets (Uranus, Neptune and Pluto) are in the last quadrant of the zodiac simultaneously. So it really is the end. The end of the world? No. Not a chance. That won’t happen until the Sun swells up and swallows the Earth whole and that’s going to be long long after 2012, when the Mayan calendar ends. It is, however, the end of an era. The end of a period in culture we have all come to know, love and criticize.


The kooks are right. This IS the end times. Dead people are not, however, going to rise out of their graves, looking just like they did in high school. Nobody is coming out of the clouds in glory to reward the righteous and punish the wicked. At least not literally the way the apocalypticos think.


Something is ending.


Something is over. Very over.


But people don’t get it until it happens to them. Only when it hits them personally do they realize that change is inevitable. A tsunami in Indonesia, 911, fires in California, floods and earthquakes in Afghanistan and South America, war and famine and genocide in the Middle East or Africa– only real if you happen to be living in one of those places. You can still turn off the TV, have dinner, go to the movies and go on as if nothing has ever happened.


Uranus at the end of Pisces, however, is the demand for universal empathy. How can you, me, anyone feel complete and total empathy, how can we identify with the suffering of others if it is still a remote experience that doesn’t touch us directly? Does there have to be a complete and total global disaster, a catastrophe that reaches into your life, heart and soul on the deepest and most personal level?



Part TWO


Human beings do have feelings for their brothers and sisters, but true empathy can come only from personal experience, so the notion that Uranus affects us on an impersonal level is inaccurate, especially now when it is in the most intimate and personal moment in its passage through the Zodiac–the last degrees of Pisces.


So it’s only when the things we take for granted, hold most precious pass away do we realize the meaning of empathy and only then can we identify profoundly with the feelings and plights of others.


It’s one thing to read or hear about non attachment and to be told that life is but a dream, a vain illusion that seems real, only to vanish in a poof of smoke that is the past.


It’s hard to imagine in the moment that whatever you are living through, experiencing, seeing, touching and feeling is an ephemeral projection that will sooner or later pass away and disappear.


If you don’t believe it, just listen to some of your favorite music from long ago and you will see how the feelings return just as you felt them. But when you think about it, you can’t help feeling it wasn’t exactly you. It was more like an old movie, it was someone else’s life, a role you once played but it’s not you any more.


And all the joys and agonies you had, all memories now, and you have nothing left but how you handled them while they were happening and how you dealt with them when they passed away.


As everything does.


It sounds depressing when you think of people you love, jewelry you scrimped to have, furniture and possessions you treasure even today. But there is a mystery to the idea of non attachment and liberation that can only be learned through direct experience. It’s a teaching. But not just an empty platitude found in self-help books that only vegetarians in Boulder, Colorado can understand.


It’s real.


It’s now.


It’s vital for everybody, because it will guide everyone through the turbulence and confusion of the last degrees of the Zodiac, to show everyone that there is always a tomorrow that precedes today and what we are left with tomorrow is how we handle today.


What then is liberation? Is it to be frozen in ice, untouched and untouching, cloistered and withrawn in a fruitless attempt to remain safe from the pain of love and separation


How can we totally live completely and fully, embracing our lives, going all the way, opening our heart and minds, giving our lives our complete selves, being there completely, totally committed and still know that it is fleeting, momentary, illusory?


How can we prepare for letting go and not be anxious or uptight, guarded and unavailable?


(Rest of the article... yes, there's more)

2.5.08

The True Sound of Truth


A devoted meditator, after years concentrating on a particular mantra, had attained enough insight to begin teaching. The student's humility was far from perfect, but the teachers at the monastery were not worried.

A few years of successful teaching left the meditator with no thoughts about learning from anyone; but upon hearing about a famous hermit living nearby, the opportunity was too exciting to be passed up.


The hermit lived alone on an island at the middle of a lake, so the meditator hired a man with a boat to row across to the island. The meditator was very respectful of the old hermit. As they shared some tea made with herbs the meditator asked him about his spiritual practice. The old man said he had no spiritual practice, except for a mantra which he repeated all the time to himself. The meditator was pleased: the hermit was using the same mantra he used himself -- but when the hermit spoke the mantra aloud, the meditator was horrified!


"What's wrong?" asked the hermit.


"I don't know what to say. I'm afraid you've wasted your whole life! You are pronouncing the mantra incorrectly!"


"Oh, Dear! That is terrible. How should I say it?"


The meditator gave the correct pronunciation, and the old hermit was very grateful, asking to be left alone so he could get started right away. On the way back across the lake the meditator, now confirmed as an accomplished teacher, was pondering the sad fate of the hermit.


"It's so fortunate that I came along. At least he will have a little time to practice correctly before he dies." Just then, the meditator noticed that the boatman was looking quite shocked, and turned to see the hermit standing respectfully on the water, next to the boat.


"Excuse me, please. I hate to bother you, but I've forgotten the correct pronunciation again. Would you please repeat it for me?"


"You obviously don't need it," stammered the meditator; but the old man persisted in his polite request until the meditator relented and told him again the way he thought the mantra should be pronounced.


The old hermit was saying the mantra very carefully, slowly, over and over, as he walked across the surface of the water back to the island.

1.5.08

in love II

- que te parece eso de enamorarse?
- que?
- mmMhM.. he tenido eso en la mente lately..
- well.. es lindo..
- pero.. no se.. mira.. es que ultimamente varias amigas cercanas me cuentan.. que conocen a alguien, que estan felices, que quieren estar con esa persona, pero que no se sienten del todo enamoradas..
- bueno.. eso pasa...
- pero estan felices..
- si.. bueno.. es que eso de enamorarse.. si uno esta en esa todo el tiempo le da un infarto... no se ama en la medida que se esta enamorado... me atrevo a decir que son cosas separadas. no tienen que ver una con la otra... al menos no necesariamente. veo el amor, como algo mas amplio, mas grande que uno... lo de enamorarse lo relaciono mas a las pasiones, eso como que va y viene.
- pero puedes estar feliz en una relacion sin sentir eso?
- no has estado mucho tiempo en una relacion?
- bueno.. si..
- y estas asi todo el tiempo?
- no.. creo que..
- ...
- creo que cuando eso no estaba asi, me ponia a hacer locuras y malabares.. o para sentir eso de nuevo o para pelear.. diantre, que mal.. me acabo de dar cuenta de eso...
- segura?
- no se.. no se si es asi ni siquiera.. es solo interpretando aquello, bajo otra luz.
- bueno, vale la pena pensarlo
- si..