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Enemigos Imaginarios Agitaba lEnemigos Imaginarios
Agitaba las alas de una manera descomunal, entre llamaradas y humaradas, flechas y rocas. Con coraje y valor me zambullía dentro de lo peligroso con mi montura en una maraña de lanzas… con gran habilidad y perseverancia agitaba mi brazo derecho trazando el recorrido de mi arma para batir semejante enemigo, luché y luché… por momentos parecía que el enemigo me ganaba, pero yo seguía luchando y blandiendo my arma y los enemigos comenzaban a caer, a ser derrotados… mientras más movimientos hacia con mi brazo derecho, mas fluidos y hermosos eran aquellos trazos en el aire y más fácil resultaba vencer…
… de pronto frente al último enemigo le ensarto la estocada final y todo había terminado, parpadee como si algo hubiese entrado a mi ojo, pero todo había cambiado ya no habían dragones, flechas, lanzas y llamas; había una hoja con esc
I feel like if I have it, thatI feel like if I have it, that's something that you can not understand. It seems that I have it but then escapes me but not from the hands but of my mind, I look and can not find but when I close my eyes and there it is.
So peculiar and perfect is what I see , though not real but sometimes I feel that it is, my mind and my senses deceive me also, How to know what is real if both are? Maybe one or maybe none.
My mind is confused, wanders. Reality becomes insignificant and makes me feel that I am both blessed and cursed, living this two realities but none at the same time, so the only thing that it IS would be me and I’m not entirely sure.
Lo siento como si lo tuviera, Lo siento como si lo tuviera, ese algo que uno no logra comprender. Pareciera que lo tengo pero luego se me escapa, mas no de las manos pero de la mente, lo busco y no lo encuentro pero cierro mis ojos y ahí está.
Tan particular y perfecto lo que veo no es real pero a veces siento que si lo es, mi mente me engaña y mis sentidos también ¿Cómo saber qué es lo real si ambos lo son? Puede que uno pero también que ninguno.
Mi mente se confunde, divaga. La realidad se vuelve algo insignificante y siento que estoy bendecido y maldito, viviendo dos realidades y ninguna por lo que unico que realmente ES soy yo y ni de eso estoy seguro.
Es la sociedad buena?Bueno, aca me encuentro como uno mas, tal como cualquier otro...pero disconforme o mejor dicho expresando mi disconformidad.
Ultimamente he estado sintiendo un rechazo o una especie de desagrado por la sociedad en la que vivimos....esta sociedad materialista he hipocrita.
Quien no ha escuchado una converzacion entre padres "oye en donde vives?" "a que colegio van us hijos" " que lindo el bmw que compraste " generalmente seguido del clasico modismo de la parte socio-economica alta de la sociedad, el personalmente odiado "entiendes tu"... la vida de esa generacion que usualmente pertenece a la de nuestros padres es una generacion ya perdida, han abandonado todos los ideales que tenian a nuestra edad y fueron seducidos por este sistema que consiste en tener mas para ser mas.... y lamentablemente ellos o la gran mayoria intenta de hacer lo mismo con sus propios hijos....esa presion de sacar buen puntaje de psu...el nem, etc etc....si estudias en la catolica mejor, el resto es menos.
A mi p
Sociedad HipocritaSociedad Hipocrita?
La sociedad en la que vivimos es el resultado de los cambios sociales y la misma evolución humana que trae aparejado el paso del tiempo. En el ultimo siglo hubo muchos cambios... algunos positivos, los cuales mostraron un gran avance del comportamiento humano encaminado a buscar un bien comun.....y bastantes cambios malos que indican que la sociedad que uno conoce va a colapsar y convertirse en algo abominante.
Empezando por lo bueno, en principio la sociedad o mejor dicho "el hombre" se ha vuelto mas liberal con el paso del tiempo, en muchas partes del mundo (quedan varias en que no) se han terminado o al menos alivianado aquellas discriminaciones por la persona que es distina a uno hablando en un plano general, hoy en dia somos todos personas no como a diferencia de la edad media en la cual los europeos debatian si el aborigen americano tenia alma o no.
Tambien la sociedad se ha ordenado en un sistema que trata de ser mas justo, y digo trata porque muchos se
Tolerance doesn't existDear community
Was it a few days ago when I got lost in my own thoughts going around in circles like a dog chasing its tail, seemed that I were advancing and advancing but never reached "that" subtle idea that persecuted so badly .... I had to find it and understand it ... I have no idea why but hey ... that's not important
I went to pay attention to the conversation that was taking place at the time and place ...... spoke in general terms of tolerance tolerance ........ so complicated .... That term, we all boast of tolerant but only if not transgress certain limits imposed by the thinking of society and the individuals who compose it.
For example .... something very "stupid" if you will .... who does not hear someone say "that black / Chinese / Jewish / fat / etc shit" .... I dare to say that no, all we ever heard such comments disqualifying another for some quality of it.
Now on the other hand we have all heard of someone's mouth something like "I'm open minded, you've got your idea
Inspired ProseWe all have things to say, most of us have something we really believe, or multiple things we could talk about for hours at a time; things that manifest themselves when you’re in the moment, when you’re not distracted with redundant information masquerading as truth and news. When you have a moment with yourself, and your life, and life as we know it is shifted into focus, put into perspective, you must realise how transient it all is. This increasingly dominant westernised way of thinking, and acting is not only promoting ignorance, and stupidity, but solidifying our stunted growth as humans and as our true selves –– whether that be a soul, a spirit or an energy.
To some this may be exhausting to think about, and to read about –– to me it’s exhausting to be surrounded by those that don’t think this on a regular basis, as they’ve already been poisoned by something; by the media, by experience, by the government, by societ
EncouragmentOur days are numbered, and ain't that true?
You look on the news and only see whats prophecized in the Book of Revelations, but what can you do?
It's important that we expose people to Christ and his miracles. No, we cannot always influence them to believe, but we can at least tell them about the man of peace.
As for those who do/ who are beginning to realize Christ, try not to look forward to the upcoming days, but to Christ coming back. No matter what trials society tries to give us, no matter the discrimination we will feel, just always take refuge in Christ.
No matter what happens, if you believe Christ with all your heart and you choose to live by his ways, you will have a place in his home.
Redemptive SufferingThe fear of suffering, pain, and death seem like unconquerable mysteries. My time here at CPE [clinical pastoral education] has helped me to understand, via experience, that they are not necessarily things that need to be conquered. No amount of faith excludes us from experience pain, loneliness, and death. Money, power, and other earthly things makes these three experiences even worse. With this in mind, I began to wonder if the words of Qoheleth were not as negative as they appear: “Vanity of vanities! All is vanity” (Ecc 1:2). Earthly things will pass which also means these things, both good and bad, will pass. Yet this does not ease the blow of the mystery of suffering and death. Even if they pass away they still remain with us our whole lives.
For me, this mystery is one that is only solved by the Cross. The cross is, for me, the foundation of my theology the ministry I do. The cross is the Incarnational moment where love and suffering meet. Love because
Lost in the Spiritual WorldMy Darkness:
I have been meditating since I was 12 years of age. It was not only to escape the world around me but it helped me a lot in doing so. A world full of bullying beings addicted to matter of all kind. At that time I lost sense nearly completely. I really was cut up from the world at my young age, seeking shelter in astral travel. Just to differentiate from them, not to put myself with them on one level, to detach myself from material the best I could. And I felt that I did not need it. There was no contact to other people and I neglected my body completely.
I came to know that it was a wrong way and I changed to another extreme that looked like helping others at any risk, running against walls, bashing my head, giving all but receiving mostly nothing, self-sacrifice as I was not able to help myself.
The last change took place in 1995 and I feel that this is now the right way for me.
During my astral experiences over three decades I have met a lot of entities out there, on the
Infinity Complex.Infinity Complex.
This is something that has been on my mind for a little bit. I would like to share this complex with everyone, and find out if anyone else has thought of this.
The infinity complex is just that. A complex cycle of infinity.
Let's say I am traveling space, and 'ascending'. I reach far into space and reach a sign. (Theoretically) The sign says "YOU SHALL NOT PASS". The complex begins.
Why is the sign there? Who made the sign? If not whom, what made the sign? What made what made the sign? Why can I not pass the sign? Is there something stopping me from passing the sign? If so, is this the end of the universe? Is this something beyond the sign? Why would it be there in the first place? Is there something it doesn't wish me or anything to see? What created what that made this barrier? Is there something beyond what created what? Why can I read the sign? Why is it in my language? Is it in different languages depending on the thing that perceives it? If so, why? If
THE PROMISED BAPTISM WITH HOLY GHOST"And when the day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all with one accord in one place. And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting. And there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance. And there were dwelling at Jerusalem Jews, devout men, out of every nation under heaven. Now when this was noised abroad, the multitude came together, and were confounded, because that every man heard them speak in his own language. And they were all amazed and marvelled, saying one to another, Behold, are not all these which speak Galilaeans? And how hear we every man in our own tongue, wherein we were born? Parthians, and Medes, and Elamites, and the dwellers in M
Don't Get Me WrongIn the old days the quickest fast track to fame and glory involved sleepless hours, relentless drawings, painting, and studies month after month, and years of work to create a single masterpiece that would insure them that their name would be carved on the marble pillars in the great hall of history's famed and legendary artists. However, (and not all that surprising) one would only need to create MLP Fan Art in order to cast such a great shadow over all other artists that came before them.
Consejos de una primera convivenciaConsejos de una primera convivencia
Buenas, mi nombre es Nicolás y escribo esto con el fin de compartir esta experiencia que puede generar miedo entre otras cosas...
Estoy de novio hace casi 3 años (2 y 9 meses) de los cuales los ultimos 7 meses que convivo con mi novia.
La convivencia es una gran experiencia llena de desafios pero tambien llena de momentos gratificantes de todo tipo.
La convivencia exige dejar de lado una gran porción de libertad y tiempo e inevitablemente algo de dinero, uno pasa a tener que mirar la misma cara en todo momento al dormir y al despertar, al comer. También uno pasa a tal vez dedicarle menos tiempo a las actividades personales... desde videojuegos a amigos e inclusive al tan añorado momento de todos de la visita periodica a poringa ( dale muchachos no se hagan los boludos que no engañan a nadie ). Uno pasa a ver los momentos "feos" de la mujer por ejemplo cuando esta medio que pincha por que le crecen los
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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