Love is not a concept, a philosophy, an emotion, currency. It is just altruistic action, a natural manifestation of the true human being, as natural as breathing.

Love is universal, unconditional. Such being, how can anyone take it from you or how can it make you miserable in any, ANY way?

If you feel miserable, frustrated, the best is to look again. Look again and see that you unwittingly make out of that pure selfless action an ego trip, what we call " the other forms of love", like glorification of attachment, infatuation, obsession, posessiveness, manipulation, dogma, dependency, fear... Why would you or I want that, if you know as well as I that it ends up in being miserable? Let it go.....

Make it real. By your standards. Re-invent your love. The key is simplicity. Remember, it's as easy and natural as breathing...

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There are 5 agregates of the human being: body, consciousness, recognition, bias and action. One is obviously tied to the material while the other 4 belong to the mind. The mind agregates are as follows... Take the simple act of seeing someone. First, you need a "consciousness" that is able to grasp the idea, to PERCEIVE that someone or something else than you is there. The second attribute comes into play and that is "recognition". Let's say you have seen the person before so you remember who they are. You recognize the form. Immediately after, the 3rd step comes into play, and that is the "bias". Depending on the previous experience you have had with that person, we either like or dislike them. If there is someone you like, your 4th and last attribute will come into play to, for example, say "hi" or, in the opposite case, avoid the person (or violently slap them, whatever floats your boat :P)

Now for the interesting part, instead of "bias" we have "prejudice"... In that case, your mind doesn't look at prevous experience that you have had with that particular person because that is not available. You don't know them. But your mind always finds solutions. So you start remembering what other people, the media, outer influences have to say about that "type" of person that you think you have recognized. Therefore you will act towards that person in accordance to, basically, false information. There is nothing more sad or wrong than to see a person based on outer influences that are drawn from a range of experiences about OTHER people. Why? Because this is how the "society", in this case represented by the myriad of infuences that press upon us every single day, mind-controlls us. And this is how most people end up having a life that is not theirs, or take decisions that are not based on what they really feel or need, just because the "society" thinks they are "good" or "bad", "righteous" or "wrong". Being free supposes being strong. Because other people, who have long ago let their brain sleep, and accepted what "the others" say instead, will judge and sentence you accordingly. Unfortunately "dogma" falls into the same "prejudice" cathegory, and is no less dangerous.

Starting today, analyze. Look into yourself and observe your own mental mechanisms to make sure you're not speaking someone else's words, taking decisions that do not belong to you. Be simple. Be you. And the best way to recognize wether you are being you or not is how "happy" or "unhappy" you feel. Being happy is hard work...trust your gut feelings.

This is drawn from the teachings of a person who lived more than 2500 years ago... makes me wonder where we are going in terms of "evolution", with what I see around... I wish "good luck" to ALL of us!

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Why is it that some lessons are coming in the most unexpected way? And when you think deeply about a question, answers are coming to you in ways you didn't imagine... a piece a newspaper, a song, a dream...

It is in the last way that an answer was presented to me a couple nights ago. I was in an old school, and for an unknown reason food was scarce to the point that 100 children were about to go starving. With the "elders" approval, I decided to go out gather any sort of food, anything that could save the poor souls. Mainly I was going out to get grass as there was nothing else evident. Getting out from the school I ended up in a most unexpected place. It looked like a well lit hallway that I knew wasn't there before. All along the walls there were racks, holding all sorts of precious vegetables. My little pang of guilt at taking someone else's stuff was fairly quickly subdued by the knowledge that without this, 100 people would die... so I started taking just enough to make a filling soup. Then, a door I didn't notice opened behind me as a young cappucino-skinned man emerged. Unphased, he was looking at me. I guessed right I was stealing his food. He kept looking at me for a while, then told me... "Ah, so you are born on the 2nd of February... I understand now". Puzzled as how this stranger could know my birthdate, I faced him only to get an even weirder explanation. Apparently, his stashed wares were being protected by a very powerful spell that no one had been able to break until now. From all the world, I was the only "bug" in his spell, that one in a million person born at a certain time and certain place that could break through his spell without a scratch. His curiosity as to who and what I am suddenly transformed into deep understanding. In seconds, while doing my job, I felt his presence protectively besides me like he'd been there for ages. In minutes, we had become accustomed to eachother like we had always been like that, without a word... He was sitting beside me, observing while I was picking the soup pot. In an instant, he took my hand. That is the most vivid part of my dream. It was a HAND touch that sent sparkles of joy, amazement, warmth and understanding all shivering through my body. This part of the dream, I recall it as if it were real. I was amazed, I turned around and looked at him in disbelief... I could hardly concentrate on the task at hand, the luring warmth was asking me for more, more... I felt like hugging him. The sparkles turned into continuous waves of light and goodness through me while I was in the embrace of his being. It was so warm... so good, so nice... I could just forget about everything and contend myself with that energy... just leave everything be...There wasn't anything sexual in what I was feeling yet it was the most powerful sort of "love" that I felt before, awake or deep asleep. Then an unexpected thing happened. He retired from the embrace and while holding my shoulders, looked into my eyes. Without a word, I understood the whole purpose of this dream.

Worldly love should never be put before the spiritual task at hand or it will not be allowed to exist. It will perish, turn banal or be desintegrated. Because this is how human beings were created to be... tending to their soul, with the heart as support for your happiness. Love for another being was never supposed to be a goal in itself, otherwise you lose sight of who you are and end up being uphappy, destroying yourself as well as the beauty of your love. While I turned back to my task that would save 100 people, I felt this was it, the answer I was looking for...what a gift.

Let's just say that with the things going on in my life, this is one of those revelations... you just see the whole life around you differently, more clear. Did this kind of thing ever happen to you?

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I am trying to give up my Wow addiction... for those who do not know what "WoW" is... hmm how do I describe it...? The worse kind of drug that is. Wow is short from "World of Warcraft" an online MMORPG where you can meet pople from all over the world with whom you will interact in your quests and other play activities. The game is pretty complex and time consuming. The part that got me totally subdued was the human factor in it... I couldn't believe you can get together with people you don't know, from totally different backgrounds, with a same hobby, and make them act more or less like a family. There is that, and the "leveling fever" aspect of it. You set your mind to gaining two levels in a day because next week you want to get in a certain instance with some friend... Unfortunately, being a girl doesn't excuse me from the trials of silly ambitions...

Yes, there is this aspect also. I am a girl playing videogames. My friend Causalien thinks girls always have an easier life in videogames. True, to a certain extent. It just depends on what you, as a person, ask from the others. Enough to say I have known way more guys that are very much more willing to whore themselves out (as girl make-believers) for the benefits they think they are getting, than actual girls. Girls are usually proud and respect themselves enough to ask people to treat them no different. So there: you have the recipe to distinguish fake from real girls, in the World of Videogames. If that's not a good lesson for the day...

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About to start my own blog after a while of not writing, I found myself in the doubt of wether I still have the ability to wrap the words in meaninful paragraphs or not... Different people have different strengths and weaknesses when it comes to writing, and my very personal weakness is that I start all excited about what I want to say and I end up writing half the page only about circumstances without having made my point. Imagine! My greatest fear, dilemma, and personal monster is that I CANNOT MAKE THE POINT! Somehow, I feel that the reader hasn't yet grasped the intricate web of extraordinary circumstance that make that event so unique for me... If I could have some sort of a Live Muppet Show public that could guide me through the experience, I would certainly hear very often: "Oooooooh shut up and just tell us what it is!" Muted, I deliver what should have been my best line with a defeated feeling of " I am not sure you understand..."
The truth is that however you deliver the story, it is through a second hand, second thought, second opinion. The intensity of the feeling is recycled. But there is no better experience than sharing it with others. It is my belief that we grow, understand, and evolve through experience that we understand. It doesn't have to be ours...
There is no coincidence. If you are reading this, it is for a reason.

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Thanks to Causalien for helping me out with getting my site in order. I can finally post my pictures up and show it to friends.

Here's a sneak peak for you.





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