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The reading rush in german is officially started, I´m currently reading Homo Faber from Max Frisch. (he´s a well known german writer, gotta look up on him).
I´m also reading articles on Magazines and news papers, today I bought a number of NEON a really entertaining joung magazine. Apart from classic reportages and editorials there is a great number of articles focused totally unknown people who just happened to be interesting enough for the paper, and it´s such fun to read.
The pictures are also great they pour creativity all over.
It´s so cool, thinking that I was starving myself from reading in other lenguages not to feel guilty about German.

Sundays sees Sunday

Half day sleeping

Half day Dying

Psycoshyntesis

This is a letter that I never sended to a Mailing list about Psychosynthesis
I modified it for the Blog..............................Yaiiii:-)

............................Is anyone there!!!!???


What life is for:

Well an old friend of mine, who was over fifty, always quoted (dunno from whom):

Life´s a Bitch....... and than you dye.

In other words: atheistic acceptation of the concept of Universal pessimism: (see Giacomo Leopardi the poet) the energy that caused your beeing does not love you, life is a struggle (guess buddhism is about that).
In this case a logical scientific and standard emotional mind accept this, sufference all over.

A more subbtle mind turns to agnosticism, still sufference.
But other´s crazy lucky bastards who developed a taste for the spiritual or metafisical side of our exsistance, claim of astral planes, unity and mutation, they say that death it´s a transformation and fear stops us from expressing our potential encountering the next form of beeing.
I think my Granpa sincerely thought that in the grave was it. Takes acceptation not to be overwhelmd by sadness (i think his beeing socialist did the trick) when you think that your consciousness is not there anymore not only for others but for yourself .
Your sense of self going away, danger!
Your sense of self as body and thoughts will desappear, but your Soul, the Soul, our awareness will melt and be loved by everything, that itself conceives.
We really don´t see unity, continuum, within ourselves and others.
I´ve grown in bad provincial modern individualism, I´m free.
Sometime I think that someone who feels more connected to others is happier: like a joung nazi , a supporter in a stadium, a chinese on parade, Adam at a rave party, but well guess you´d have some argouments for me, like this guys feel good in their slice but if you ask them respectively about jewish, the opposing team, democracy, and mothers, they themselve would prove mine a weak point.
So the feeling of unity must be of another nature, can be:

emotive:that sellfish bastard is now seeing what shame feels like;

accidental : I may be connected to my favorite Hollywood actor by a series of only 20 people and events.

mathematic: spirals are a redoundant element in the conformation of the universe, like flowers, shells, galaxies, pretty people.

sublime and aesthetic: in every point there is a universe,

and consequently horrifingly romantic: in your eyes I see a galaxy.

This vision takes away time, space, mind, pretty much the stuff that Eckhart gee.....hem genius was talking about, the perfect mindless stillness were potential lays in his perfection and can take action instrumentally when is needed within the mind or the body, well now I switched to Aurobindo, what the heck I´m just a confused guy and my writing its a mess hope it´s entertaining and well I doubt you understood everything. Just think that we are one, and generations are an abstraction and the reality it´s an uncatchable continuum and thinking whith oppositios, adjectives and quantities it´s sure useful but emotionally and existentially deceiving

My potential lays everywhere
but my will takes no recognition

A....r to the question is?

A JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!

swimming
diving
Horse riding
reading
walking
beauty
maddness
love
interesting faces
places
jumping
singing
me me me me me me
me me me me me
me me me me
me me me
me me
me
m........
.........hemmm

Is that tradeable?,

Also can I sell myself?, again?..... (look e-bay the Italian slave)
i wanna spread myself as bitter honey
onto the world



Is there a Manual?

Incents and ashes

And no one is here....

Wait,

I lost track of my sigaret

gotta lit back black ashes

into flaming thoughts

Today I bought two incents sorts: Amber and safron patchouli
don´t know wether to lit them or not, my room is so small...I can smell a single stick out of the package as I enter.
I spended 5 euros, inside the package there was a small brochure it said they were made in Auroville, it sounds fake as Verbania...my home town (not fake).
Still many more people know where Auroville is (freaks of all nations).
It´s in India a made up town for collective enlightement, founded by Sri Aurobindo and her girlfriend so called "Mother" both claiming to be Avatars.......I believe it.
Look up integral Yoga, the most reasonable alternative for whom seeks ascetic segregation.
Still I think they are well made and stupidly (of me(could have gone in a cheaper shop) ) expansive. Let´s see wich mystical influences will they give to my sleep.
A friend of mine is reading a quite famous book that teaches how to get any girl, it spans from lying to Neuro linguistical Programmation and body lenguage. I´d really like to speak up girls at the supermarket, on the street, at the library, but I think the book is more party-orientated. And it says nothing about Love....the one part that I get most confused on.
well...gd night