Remembering who we are

The Rich and the Kingdom of God 18  A certain ruler asked him, “Good teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?” 19  “Why do you call me good?”  Jesus answered.  “No one is good—except God alone.   20  You know the commandments: ‘You shall not commit adultery, you shall not murder, you shall not steal, you shall not give false testimony, honor your father and mother.’ [ a ] ” 21  “All these I have kept since I was a boy,” he said. 22  When Jesus heard this, he said to him,  “You still lack one thing. Sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.” 23  When he heard this, he became very sad, because he was very wealthy. 24  Jesus looked at him and said,  “How hard it is for the rich to enter the kingdom of God!   25  Indeed, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.” 26...

Parábola del joven rico (Lucas 18, 18-30) " 18  Y cierto  hombre  prominente le preguntó, diciendo: Maestro bueno, ¿qué haré para heredar la vida eterna?  19  Jesús le respondió: ¿Por qué me llamas bueno? Nadie es bueno, sino sólo uno, Dios.  20  Tú sabes los mandamientos:  NO COMETAS ADULTERIO, NO MATES, NO HURTES, NO DES FALSO TESTIMONIO, HONRA A TU PADRE Y A TU MADRE.  21  Y él dijo: Todo esto lo he guardado desde  mi  juventud.  22  Cuando Jesús oyó  esto,  le dijo: Te falta todavía una cosa; vende todo lo que tienes y reparte entre los pobres, y tendrás tesoro en los cielos; y ven, sígueme.  23  Pero al oír esto, se puso muy triste, pues era sumamente rico.  24  Mirándolo Jesús, dijo: ¡Qué difícil es que entren en el reino de Dios los que tienen riquezas!  25  Porque es más fácil que un camello pase por el ojo de una aguja, que el que un rico entre en el reino de Dios....

Matthew 6:26 Preliminary note:  This text is not about religion or politics. Worry and Anxiety 26  Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?   27  Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? 28  “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin.   29  Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.   30  If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?   31  So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’   32  For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.   33  But seek...

Surrendering your truth is the path, and that begins with listening. The ego can feel like a threat to the nervous system, following a plan we don’t always understand. But we don’t need to understand everything. Stepping out of control is stepping out of slavery, and into life. Listening is the beginning of life. When you start to truly listen, you show your ego that it is no longer in charge, and your soul is. We all want to be heard. At some point in our lives, we all want to be seen, even admired. But what the ego struggles to understand is how to let go. To pause. And the cause and effect of that pause is simple:  abundance. The ego is not the enemy. In fact, it can become your greatest ally. You just need to see it, understand it, accept it, and integrate it. Every conversation you have throughout the day reflects your loyalty to yourself how deeply you feel the need to be heard in order to heal. The moment your awareness awakens and knows when to be silent, everything shifts....

Renunciar a tu verdad es el camino, y eso se hace escuchando. El ego es una amenaza para el sistema nervioso, cuyo plan no siempre entendemos. Pero no tenemos por qué hacerlo. Salir de la esfera del control es salir de la esclavitud y empezar a vivir. Empezar a escuchar es empezar a vivir.  Cuando empiezas a escuchar es cuando le dices a tu ego que el que mandas eres tu, tu alma. Todos queremos ser escuchados. Todos queremos ser idolatrados en algún punto de nuestras vidas. Y lo que el ego no entiende es dejar el control. Pausar. La causa y el efecto de la pausa es simple: la abundancia.  El ego no es malo.  El ego se convierte en tu mejor amigo a diario. Solo necesitas verlo. Entenderlo. Aceptarlo e integrarlo. Todas las conversaciones que tienes al cabo del día son una muestra de lealtad hacia uno mismo y cuanto crees que necesitas ser escuchado, para ser sanado. En el momento en el que la conciencia despierta y sabe reconocer que debe callar, es cuando se act...

Análisis del texto Mateo 6.26 Nota preliminar: este texto no va de religión ni de política.  El afán y la ansiedad " 26  Mirad las aves del cielo, que no siembran, ni siegan, ni recogen en graneros; y vuestro Padre celestial las alimenta. ¿No valéis vosotros mucho más que ellas?   27  ¿Y quién de vosotros podrá, por mucho que se afane, añadir a su estatura un codo?   28  Y por el vestido, ¿por qué os afanáis? Considerad los lirios del campo, cómo crecen: no trabajan ni hilan;   29  pero os digo, que ni aun Salomón con toda su gloria se vistió así como uno de ellos.   30  Y si la hierba del campo que hoy es, y mañana se echa en el horno, Dios la viste así, ¿no hará mucho más a vosotros, hombres de poca fe?   31  No os afanéis, pues, diciendo: ¿Qué comeremos, o qué beberemos, o qué vestiremos?   32  Porque los gentiles buscan todas estas cosas; pero vuestro Padre celestial sabe que tenéis necesidad de todas estas c...

It is just memory that we need sometimes. It is certain that we should not live in the past, but the past is the memory of the future. The memory of the past helps us to remember little details. Past details that belong to the future.  Tell me, have you ever thought of the past ?  Are you interested in my thinking of the past   ..... (Silence) Yes, I am. Very much so, indeed.  And, what do you think?  Sometimes I think about when I was nothing. We were dust that belonged to the future. And you? Do you think about the past? I have never had such an idea in mind. I don't even know what the past is.  If it had not been for that danaus chrysippus, you would be still thinking of the past.  How do you know it? It was so beautiful and colourful, but ephemeral.  I knew that you would remember it! I knew it! There were a lot of letters, numbers, loads of laughs full of innocence. The light, was entering through the windows, we ran desperat...

Algunas veces sólo necesitas memoria. Es cierto que dicen que no se debe vivir en el pasado, pero su recuerdo es el futuro. La memoria del pasado ayuda a recordar pequeños detalles con los que entender cosas, cosas pasadas que pertenecen al futuro. - Dime, ¿has pensado alguna vez en el pasado? - ¿Te interesa si pienso en el pasado? - Silencio. - Pues si. Lo hago a menudo. - Y, ¿qué piensas? - En cuando no era nada. Éramos el polvo del futuro. Y tu, ¿piensas en el pasado? - Nunca he tenido esa idea en la cabeza. Ni siquiera sé lo que es el pasado. - Si no hubiese sido por esa danaus chrysippus aún estarías pensando en el pasado. - ¿Cómo lo sabes? Era tan bonita, colorida y efímera. - ¡Ves como te acuerdas!. Había tantas letras, tantos números, decenas de risas llenas de inocencia. La luz, entraba por las ventanas, corríamos desesperadamente, había una torre. Exacto, ¡una torre! Tú levantabas tu mano, y yo... yo vivía. ¿Te acuerdas, verdad? Y luego el caracol segu...

He looked at her, she was staring at him for a minute or so and then it stopped, he smiled.  It had been happening for three days in a row. Then it stopped again.  They could perfectly understand each other. His eyes were full of passion, hers were more kind of doubtful.  She read his mind. He read hers. There was a bunch of emerging emotions which had been inside both of them for a while. They blew up as it was expected.  He took her hand, assertively. Her eyes hold a bright shadow between her eyebrows and cheeks, and there was a peaceful expression upon her face. There was a transparent light between them. It linked them both in such a reciprocal manner that a burning desire of kissing emerged.  Then, a mark on his heart, like an ever fixed stain, appeared in the middle of his chest as if his emotions were going to be released. However, they were not. He kept the truth inside his heart and told it with his eyes.  They never let go ...

1. Learn to be patient 2. Understand love 3. Become a professor 4. Spend a sabbatical year out 5. You 6. Live in the USA 7. Write a novel 8. Run my own business 9. Develop my own theory on selfishness & human interests 10. Become a grandma 11. Travel around the world 12. Swim naked in the Atlantic Ocean 13. Go to Las Vegas

“The longest ride” is called the film that I have just seen. I have realised two things: the first one is that there are some people who do not pay attention to little things in life and the second is that little things are worth noticing because they bring you happiness.  “Love is sacrifice” says one of the main characters of the film. And, I couldn't agree more literally. Every day I am more sure about the existence of true love. True love exists. However, it is difficult to find. Nowadays, there are people who do not actually fight for what they want because they are afraid or just tired. And there I am lying on my bed writing this instead of being sleeping, and I am tired too. Sometimes rules must be broken. And we might chose a path different to reason. Because maybe the right thing is just under your fucking nose waiting to be released, and you don't know it or simply don't want to know it. There are those moments of impact in life when you meet someone who y...

¿Hablar sin palabras? ¿Eso cómo es? Puede hacerse. ¿Sentir sin expresarlo? Que se yo… que sabes tu… que sabe nadie. Si los sentimientos no se pueden frenar. Son el fluido de un cúmulo de sensaciones gratas e ingratas que pensamos de situaciones de la vida. De esas de impacto, cuando te das cuenta de que todo empezó mucho antes de lo que imaginabas, cuando no querías admitirlo pero era y es así, como tu no sabías. Ahora ya lo sabes. Ahora ya no vale decir “NO”, porque MIENTES. Tu “yo" interior lo sabe. Intentar calmar la lucha interna que hay en tu corazón no servirá de nada. No servirá de nada ignorar lo que sientes. Porque es inevitable. Tarde o temprano te acabará comiendo. Y te matará. El tiempo te responde.... Porqué esto no pasó, porqué esto no siguió, porqué aquello paró, porqué me miró de esa manera...? ¿porqué hablamos sin palabras? que se yo… que sabes tu… que sabe nadie.  No puedes luchar contra tu “yo” interior.  El tiempo pasa y el camino se va despejando. Tus duda...

The very sound of nature. The rain. Falling drops. Its speed. Love. True love. Inspiration. Your memory. The need for doing what you really want. Looking forward to fathoming life. Need for a kiss. Your image got stuck in my mind. Cool. Ask me again, hug me again, call me again. I won't be there anymore. It's never too late to admit that you are no longer welcome.  My life, my path, my purpose. That feeling of actually chasing it.  The profound feeling of happiness. The thought that it is worth it. Innocence, purity, whiteness. Something thingy. You. Me. Us. Feelings. Our souls together forever. Our bodies now separated, mixed soon though. Very soon.  There is anger, irate and wrath in the world just because we have to meet them. It is a necessity. It is a must. Bad people with bad intentions towards us have to enter in our lives. They are the ones who make us learn. They make us not to fall again. They actually open our path to happiness. It turns the other c...

Te dejan ir. De nuevo. Te vas. Desaparecen. Desaparece. Otra vez. Esa sensación de vacío en tu estómago. De nuevo. Con la misma persona. Te dejó ir otra vez. Esta vez todo es diferente. Esta vez ya no quieres que vuelva a dejarte ir. Porque ya te has ido para no volver. Esta vez está completado. Esa sensación de paz en tu estómago. Ese equilibrio interior. Porque te dejó ir de nuevo para no volver a dejarte ir nunca más. Ya no quieres pensar más. Esta vez todo es diferente. El camino de tu vida queda libre, queda limpio y claro. Para disfrutarlo. Esta vez si. Te dejó ir. Agradecerle al universo que te dejase ir. Todo en el momento justo. Todo pasa por algo. A la hora justa. En el minuto justo. ¿Quién era?. Ya no me acuerdo. No te recuerdo. No importa. Solo recuerdo que me dejaste ir. Ahora ya se lo que se siente. Lo descubrí. Gracias por dejarme ir. Gracias por dejarme descubrir que la que quería marcharse era yo. Que yo me quise ir y por eso me fui. Gracias por dejarme ir. Gracias por...

Life is a challenge. It is no bed of roses though. There are, sometimes, waves that must be avoided. They cannot be swam. Sometimes it is life itself that gives you the lesson and not people. That path must be walked down. You must fall down in order to be alive again. For that’s how life puts the right things in the right place. There is no one to blame if you stumble. It has happened because of you. It wasn't your fault. Calm down. It is because of the moments of impact in life. Our experiences are so challenging sometimes that we do not even notice it but as soon as you start living… the path soon starts to be unconsciously walked down. We are stubborn and want to walk it properly but it is not always the point that must be dealt with. The little things in life, those that cannot be superficially enjoyed, are the things that we should worry about. Life is too short to stumble continuously and not standing up immediately. Be close to those things that make you happy. The path ha...

No sabes porqué pero sientes alivio You take it for granted that it is going to happen, but have no idea about when Mil mariposas recorren tu alma y Luchan contra esas serpientes que intentan apoderarse de tu cuerpo Ves caras, ves cosas, ves mundo y ese sentimiento vuelve a aparecer piensas, llegas a la conclusión de que todo es nada, y solo lo que no puedes ver es algo. Estar sentado en una nube mientras contemplas al mundo es bonito, pero para hacer eso primero hay que estar vivo y, luego hay que sentir.

It is when his spirit emerges from the shadow of the forgotten soul.. that I, now a woman still in love with him, fantasize. Is it possible to fall in love with someone you have seen only once or twice in your whole life? Is it possible to become addicted to somebody’s writing by feeling that you are him and that he is you..? Little did I imagine how identified I was gonna feel with his writings and intellect. It doesn’t matter how much time do I spend on thinking about that product of the imagination that I will never forget him. Is it possible to feel that person next to you by reading his thoughts even being hundred miles away from him? I wonder whether this feeling of uncertainty will cease...   whether it will become true or not. “What you think, you become” said Buddha but... to what extent may I ask? I can feel his mind melted in mine... it is still difficult however. It is not his beauty that amazes me, it is the fact that I know from the very first tim...