; "There are other worlds but they are in this"
Paúl Eluard
There are other worlds, I would say countless worlds. While in this world ocean sailboats move worlds moving content around giant cargo containers moving in worlds that do not change. They toil in the new, which is always the same: today the glass spheres have reached the final form rigid plasma tablets, let us see the past or future potential, to us, new wizards? That is, the usual! , Smelling the perfumes are the same, the costume is time again to conceal the smell of the final time, the food travels ready, almost ready, is kali yuga! Brief huddle in prisons metal fragmentos de vida del pasado arropados en mortajas químicas, como en una tensión contenida listos a saltar. Pero uno ve movimientos furtivos detrás, presagios de siempre, seguro detrás de dobles fondos se oculta la muerte sin mascaras, también viaja ella oculta tras la vida.
Cual es el panorama? Uno muy claro, explicito diría yo, si en un vuelo de ICARO digital remontas en el google earth, veras en una encrucijada geográfica una cruz gamada, atravesada por un corte, que con una gran deyección llamada Panamá concluye un ducto que en su inicio dice: colon.
You go and explore, you find ruins of a thousand battles of smugglers of all time. Some are lost battles, like that of the ruins left in the old Panama Morgan, other battles are never won or fought, how are you Colon waited in vain to the enemy red, anxious prelude temples holocaust never came These temples are now fortified ruins cinematic culture was pure celluloid. Today
a movie plot, the channel is governed by the red star, yes China, always returning to tell us that he had never gone. Today's saving call global economic meltdown, the world kneels, prays again before the altar of God as long as the metal will require additional sacrifices, as always.
In other worlds the human being moves without stalking, unfolds himself to shake off that dream sticky. Very contemporary, going to the kitchen for a cup of coffee while drinking it speaks to someone else or himself, facing a new N'Diaye is prepared, then silently folds in on itself, nothing external denied and overturned in a fit of conscience unfathomable abysses, after the eternal.
There are other possible worlds are those of consciousness and the subject that refuses to be. They are self-conscious subjects, with a search of their own. There is no awareness and actions we can expect a new world when after the final withdrawal from tipping out of consciousness in action, to the new inside. Then it is expected that the finger pressing the red button that unleashes razóny Nemesis is conscious heart. Then the demons will not be released to the machine as usual, which we no longer gears.
Pero estos mundos son posibles por la acción y la conciencia, solo nosotros hacemos posible ese milagro, porque evadir entonces nuestra propia santidad?.
Que estamos solos?, Como siempre lo estuvimos!; Y si soy yo solo? Es indudablemente mejor el mundo con una sola opción buena que con ninguna! Es un sueño que jamás se alcanzará, dirá alguien más, yo digo que la acción buena que no espera resultados es la mejor y mientras más sea la renuncia, más cerca el mejor resultado, ese que ni siquiera se espera.
other officiants already crying in the pulpit of a third war always kill the crisis and believed to be carrying a new thought. Religion as always, that the sacrifices and false salvations, that tomorrow never comes. Much better prophet was Janis Joplin sang in the 70s that " tomorrow never comes, is always just that bloody day." If fucking especially if we do not understand what it is all there and do nothing to think about tomorrow. Mysticism is
in all, in the morning to officiate the beautiful praises on the altar of the mirrors, if cooked (small burnt or alchemy), together ingredients according to recipe and the aroma that rises above the fire produces a trance me , minimum, with anything we do seek perfection but we are not aware of the mysticism of everyday miracle.
Absolute seek some out, that out just like that tomorrow never comes, but in reality is no longer reach yesterday. What a magnificent vision that of a star 5,000 light years from our sight, perhaps jumping particles and not see it to within 5,000 years, maybe it did some time ago and this giant is no longer observed, as never was! And I say that seeking the Absolute in the outside without having to have to be in here, but let's be truthful, if inside of yourself you just have folds of your body, you know, you're aware. But if you are aware of the folds is because there are folds of consciousness. Replicates as your conscience, inner silence. That much noise? Here comes the silence, even behind the music of the spheres will find one day the Great Silence behind the last word, "The First. "
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