Today, we see signs of society reverting to this sense of ‘oneness’ – but rather spontaneously.
And the example of Greek (Athenian) democracy comes to mind because it showed how society is responsible for each individual and vice versa. But than an important change happened with the Punic wars at the beginning of the Roman empire.
And from the moment the Romans won the war, a new ‘society’ was born and Rome became the city that started ruling the world.
At that time, there were other cities that also had an incredibly rich culture, but they were never able to progress as Rome did.
What is my point? We started as individuals, responsible for who we are today (with our family being a microcosm of our responsibilities). But in society, we go beyond the family; we cannot control everything.
So we started off as being ‘one and everything’ at the same time — and I hope that we can move towards this again.
I started talking about this because people say the old society was based on the individual – but I disagree. I think that old society was based on the combination of the individual and the collective. There was a perfect communion.
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so where did we go wrong
in loosing that Agape feeling – the communion.
commun union
very thanks for reminding us about this idea
in many ancient traditions they shared the notion about the primordial awareness. I think in your book you wrote it as The One Soul. In neural sciences too scientists started to understand that individuality is a symptom of the brain.
My share of thought.
The older society was based on communion with nature. The newer society is based on herd mentality, example obsession with brandings, idolism etc. :D
Meu trabalho é um bom exemplo, no Theatro Municipal do RJ, temos uma Orquestra, um Coro e um Corpo de Baile.
CLARO QUE SOMOS UNO Y SI LO LOGRAMOS NO EXISTIRIAN ESA MONSTRUOSAS GUERRAS QUE SE ESTAN DANDO EN EL OTRO LADO DEL MUNDO SI COMPARTIERAMOS LOS FRUTOS DE LA NATURALEZA LA IMMENSA FOSA DE PEETROLEOO EL ORO Y TODO ENTRE TODOS LOS PAISES SEGURO TODOS TENDRIAMOS LO NECESARIO PARA VIVIR BIEN MAS LA CODICIA, EL ODIO EL AUTORITARISMO Y LA MAL LLEVADA DEMOCRACIA HACEN QUE LOS DIAS SE TORNEN EN INFIERNO PARA MUCHA GENTE INOCENTE ALREDEDOR DEL MUNDO OJALA EXISTA UNA FORMA DE LLEGAR A LOS QUE HOY TIENEN EL PODER Y QUE ELLOS SEAN PORTAVOCES DE LAS BUENAS NUEVAS PARA CONSTRUIR UN MUNDO MEJOR
En la democracia por definición no puede haber gente responsable de individuos ni de nada sino solamente posers, ilusionistas de la palabra, orates y un largo etcétera. Las ciudades de todos los tiempos con rica cultura son organismos complejos y esa complejidad no existe en un sistema rígido y rebuscadamente artificioso como la democracia.
El control es una ilusión, no tenemos control como individuos ni lo tenemos en sociedad. Pero en este punto probablemente vos y yo nunca estaremos de acuerdo. En cambio, pienso que la complejidad la encontramos como individuos y como sociedad y debemos aceptarla y vivirla en cada nivel. Una gota de agua no por ser pequeña es menos compleja que el océano. Una roca no es menos valiosa que el sol.
Eso me hace recordar un poema:
Ventana
de Alfonso Cortes
Un trozo de azul tiene mayor
intensidad que todo el cielo,
yo siento que allí vive, a flor
del éxtasis feliz, mi anhelo.
Un viento de espíritus pasa
muy lejos, desde mi ventana,
dando un aire en que despedaza
su carne una angélical diana.
Y en la alegría de los Gestos,
ebrios de azur, que se derraman…
siento bullir locos pretextos,
que estando aquí !de allá me llaman!
I was reading a book of novel before and my college frein Kristine intruduce me about Paolo she said have you read also the book the author is Paolo? I said No, I didn’t recognize him she said try to google him he is one of my favorite author. That time I didn’t make attention of what my dollege freind said to me becasue I was also reading when start talking at me, and then weeks later I see her facebook account and her likes and inerest I remember what she said last time then I start reading with some quotes of Paolos blog there is one a pictue of an elephant and the other is one is like having a Zebra color on it’s skin, the other one is a person carrying a bunch of things in his back, and the qoutes said never escape the responsibilities, and never complain, the other one said you are unique from the elephant I am not sure if this was the sayings are written but I am sure it’s similar I was reading it over two years ago and then again I found again Paolo’s Blog It is very heart melted it reflects me form my heart and mind. Thank you so much.
The seeker said to himself,
“If I’d known the real meaning of this being with God,
how should I have gone searching for Him?
But that knowledge depended on this journeying:
that knowing can’t be gained by thinking,
no matter how precise.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ba`d az ân guyad “Agar dânastami
in ma`iyat-râ kay U-râ jostami
Dânesh ân bud mawquf-e safar
na-âyad ân dânesh be-tizi fekr”
– Mathnawi VI:4183-4184
Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
“Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance”
Threshold Books, 1996
Persian transliteration courtesy of Yahyá Monastra
http://sunlightgroup.blogspot.in/2012/05/sunlight-that-knowledge-depended-on.html
I like the film Castaway, it has a lot to say about these things. The film spells it better than I can. There’s too much in there to put into words here. But I think it hits on some of these themes.
Individual, the group… Either that or either is, in fact, each, in some sense!
They both count. Science and natural history can bear this out too, I think. Even chemistry. (What is water, then?).
And maybe now too, things are shifting… the individual is indeed important, but not so far as at the expense of the tribe or nature. For then, you lose your identity anyway.
(Not to be confused with a grey average homogeneous indistinguished melt, that’s the other extreme, that won’t do either in fact it may be impossible or at least mindless).
I can choose furniture based on how the timber was sourced. Environmental degradation is increasingly frowned upon… and bad for business…
Maybe things are changing? Maybe wider considerations do count?
Maybe you and I helped make this happen.
A big hello to Paulo and all his contributors. Always something to chew upon. A big cheers to you all. I can’t begin to count what I’ve drawn from this site, over time.
Cheers
Luca.
chinese translation:
全面共融
今日里，我们会见到社会呈现出回归“统一”的征兆——但通常是自发的。
由此我会想到古希腊雅典人的民主，它是社会对个人尽责的典范，反之亦然。在那之后，罗马帝国兴起时的布匿战争[1]又带来了一个重大的改变。
从罗马人赢得战争的那刻起，一个新的“社会”形式诞生了，罗马成了统领世界的城市。在当时，也有不少其他城市同样拥有令人难以置信的丰富文化，但是他们都未能超越罗马的发展。
我的观点是什么呢？我们作为个体开始，对现今的自我负责（家庭是我们个人责任的缩影。）但在社会上，我们将跨越家庭的范围；我们无法控制一切。因此，我们开始同时成为“个体和整体”——我希望我们能够再次朝着那个方向发展。
我开始谈论此事，是因为人们认为古代的社会是建筑在个人基础上——这点我不赞同。我认为古代的社会是建筑在个体和集体的共融上，一个完美，全面的共融。
I people can’t live without collective when he live in the old society
翻译的不错，不过我觉得民主要比统一更重要。古代的社会一个人如果离开社会的话就无法生存。
With your DISAGREEMENT
I Disagree..
Collective..it was.
Individual is.
Collective-will be(CIRCLE)
“The whole is greater than the sum of its parts” : Aristotle
But Athenian Democracy wasn’t really all that democratic, as all slaves and all women were excluded. Despite Socrates (the wisest in the world) being taught himself by three notable women, Pythia, the Delphic Oracle, Aspasia and Diotima this was very rare … and he himself was ordered to be executed for upsetting the authorities.
So I prefer to remember a time, that is written on my soul and flows through my blood, a time when the oral tradition was the only way of communicating, and when we all lived as one, man, woman and nature.
A time of the past and a time of the future.
Thank you.
É possível ser duas coisas ao mesmo tempo? Um e tudo? Já é tão complexo ser somente um…
Ah, but the Greeks never had to deal with Citizens United.
Nós já nascemos com uma falsa premissa: de que todos somos livres.
Hmm this has given me something to ponder about today.
Are not all parts a part of a whole?
Are we as individuals always connected to society wether we like it or not.?
We breath the same air etc ?
it reminds me of a poem by Lao-Tze may be not quite relevant but it comes to my mind
Law after law breeds
A multitude of thieves.
Therefore a sensible person says:
If I keep from meddling with people,
they take care of themselves;
If I keep from commanding people,
they behave themselves;
If I keep from preaching at people,
they improve themselves;
If I keep from imposing on people,
they become themselves.”
- Lao-Tzu (founder of Taoism), 6th century B. C.
While reading some inspirational thoughts this morning, I came across this sweet article by Wade J. Hatch…. When we take the time to open our soul — as you have many times, Paulo, and we dearly love you because you are so honest — we can touch others and give them illumination that can help them (and ourselves) weather storms ahead.
Once, during a solo flight over Rocky Mountain country, my airplane was suddenly engulfed in a thick cloud. I was alone. I panicked when the familiar landmarks vanished. The fields, the miniature houses, and the familiar ribbons of road wrapping up the green valley floor were gone. A small Cessna 150 has no radar. I could barely see the tip of the wing out the right window. Ahead I could see nothing.
Was I too low? How close were the mountains? Disorientation could prove fatal.
At that instant I remembered my flight instructor’s dictum: “Return to remembrance of past sunshine.” I told myself it was okay to breathe again as I coaxed the plane into a 180-degree horseshoe turn. Only by returning to where I had been would I find sunshine. The clouds began to thin. At last I saw a tiny tractor below, changing a field from yellow to brown. No one heard me shout for joy.
During the high adventures of home life we also need to return to remembrance of past sunshine. I was locking the doors and turning off the lights late one night in preparation for bed when I heard laughter coming from our teenage girls’ bedroom. As I entered to give them a “lights out,” I discovered the source of their merriment. They had found their mother’s old diary detailing her fifteenth year. They were full of questions for me: “What did you think when you and Mom first met?” “Why did Mom write like that?”
She had written of watching from her upstairs window while I rode past on my horse, and of seeing me at church. She had saved the coin she won from me when a group of us kids flipped pennies. With my daughters, I relived hours of experiences that, at the time they were written, were not so trivial.
As I recalled meeting and dating the girl who would become my wife, I could see her standing under the big willow trees in front of her house—the cut-off blue jeans, the bare feet, the teasing smile. I could feel the sensation of panic and I remember hollering and jumping when the toad she put down my neck began to squirm. I remembered the blue of her first formal and the difficulty of pinning on the first corsage I had ever given anyone.
Emotions jumped out of that too-long-closed treasure. I fell in love with my wife all over again as I described to the girls how she looked with moonlight reflecting off snowflakes in her hair the night an errant inner tube knocked us into a snowdrift. It wasn’t frostbite I felt in my fingers as I held her hand to help her up a hill. The warmth of that winter’s night returned that evening in my girls’ room.
Just as an airplane can encounter bad weather, our marriages sometimes encounter strong head winds or wander through heavy clouds. At such times, we can turn around 180 degrees. We can find and relive special times. Even if we haven’t kept a diary or journal, it’s not too late for us to re-create that sunshine. We can just sit down in some quiet place and start writing. We may write about the first time we saw our spouse, how we felt when we decided to get married, our funniest date, or our feelings upon having our first baby.
As we write, our hearts will open. A flood of memories will return, and strong emotions will be renewed. By recording these feelings, we will store away sunshine that can warm the heart in days and nights ahead.
Those whose marriage has just taken off can begin writing now. I suggest that you get a journal and capture all the fair weather you can. Record feelings, thoughts, aspirations.
It’s okay if we aren’t great writers. Even a simple line can be the key to a vast treasure chest of memories. Just as we would make regular deposits in a savings account, we can deposit sunshine for safekeeping. Times will come when withdrawals will be needed.
On the night we read my wife’s teenage musings, my daughters and I made a withdrawal from a little diary and filled our love banks. The girls knew I loved their mother. They knew their parents were young once. And I think that helped them feel secure. I kissed them good night and went upstairs to find their sleeping mother. I gently woke her and told her how pretty she was, and how pretty she is. I told her of my love for her, and of my appreciation for our years together.
Laughing, she felt my forehead. “Have you been dreaming?”
“Kind of,” I said. “I’ve been feeling sunshine.”
This was so lovely to read
i think to agree or to disagree is rarely the question. to be wholeheartedly there for each other is. and then be brave – stick to the personal – do not be spoilt by science which always generalizes und thus becomes unconnected. formulate personal opinions as personal opinions, not general truths. this allows pure space for other views. such democratic communication based on mutual respect i consider as holy.
“The goodbye to every claim for truth is the advent of responsibility for the world. Only after the goodbye to objectivity comes compassion and connectedness with man and creation into being.” Heinz Foerster
SOMOS SERES INDIVIDUALES ,PERO NOS REALIZAMOS EN COMUNION CON LOS DEMAS ,ES TAN UTIL ESCUCHAR A LOS OTROS ESTEMOS DE ACUERDO O NO ,LO MEJOR ES QUE GRACIAS A LOS OTROS ,NOS ENCONTRAMOS A NOSOTROS MISMOS .
Hello Paulo:
The circle goes around. Life and all systems in nature always seeks balance and to do this we must come back to ourSelves, to Nature and to the Ultimate Reality. Some call it balance as the Hopi do
Take care,
Mike
this reminds me the attitude of wolves.. they keep their individuality but they always stay close to the pack…they have their freedom but they never forget the responsibilities that the pack brings..
this holistic communion
to make you whole
so sweet
body and soul
another holy communion
that needs no sacrifice
only love
Love and Gratitude
Annie
Hello Annie:
To the North American Indians, the wolf is the teacher. So, you are spot on with your comment.
Best wishes,
Mike
To find ourselves and be that person, allows us ‘to be’ at one with others ..and when we are not in tune with whom we are, may be, it is then that the collective strength of other individuals can show us the path back home…to our natural beings.
“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.”
C.G. JUNG
One thing at a time
No matter what may appear
Onething all the time..
One is self centered
But that Self is everything
Prefect as it is..
Only this One place
An Interiority
In which all arises..
Still Silent Spacious
All in Truth is inside You
WhOlly and AlOne..
Yes you are the One
Who’s always present to this
Coming and going..
No doubt you are the
One who sees..in your presence
Divine certainty..
There is such silence
But no one owns this silence
One is That..Silence
Me sentiria mais a vontade escrevendo em português . Uso o tradutor para postar em inglês , mas fico em duvida se o texto fica fácil de ser entendido , ou tem muitos erros de concordância . Mas lá vai . ( eu adoro esse tema , o individuo e a sociedade , esse tema me fascina ) .
We are all one.
I believe there is a domino effect across the human feelings.
No one is good only for themselves, no one does evil just for you, we are connected in the world, every action, word or gesture we make, mold all over the world. We are responsible for the love and hatred.
What affects a person, ends up affecting the whole society.
while sitting in a cafe in Italy some months back having a conversation with an elder man from Slovenia he mentioned to me once you realize and you are fully aware then you are responsible
I agree with you and the man I was having the conversation with. There is something in my heart my whole being that feels this way.
Thank you. This is very interesting. It sounds very stressful.
I wish you all a wonderful day
Sir when I read your alchemist I get to know about omen and when I read Brida I came to know about soul met and split up of soul . This is an heart taking experience. But belief witch craft is not good , Belief in All mighty by heart and soul is only and safest way to rich all mighty. Good night .
Hola, buenas tardes!
Hoy he ido a la iglesia, porque una de mis sobrinas celebraba la comunión. El párroco nos ha hablado sobre la sociedad y la unión del pueblo de Dios en la sociedad. Curioso ¿verdad?.
Luego han realizado la comunión de las niñas con la hostia y la copa de vino, y después de cantar y pasar las niñas con las bandejas para que depositemos “lo que buenamente podamos de dinero”, pues hay algo que me ha llamado mucho la atención: el párroco ha limpiado las copas, se ha metido de un trago entre pecho y espalda dos pedazos de copas de vino!, las ha limpiado con un paño y se ha puesto más contento que un bebé! colorado como un tomate! impresionante! realmente …estoy alucinando con el mundo que me rodea!. Cada vez tengo más claro que soy un extraterrestre.
Un saludo,
Toñi.
Cuando ves el mundo con los ojos de un niño muchas de las cosas que son normales parecen absurdas.
“La cordura de los hombres es la locura ante los ojos de Dios.”
Al parecer los niños están mas cerca de Dios que muchos de los que se proclaman sus herederos directos.
Un saludo.
Hola Empié!
Lo que me sorprendió más es que hace años, cuando bauticé a mi hija, en esta misma iglesia, …este mismo párroco me dijo los siguiente:
“¡Esta es la educación cristiana que le vas a dar a tu hija! Llegas a la iglesia sin padrinos para tu hija!¡Eres una pecadora!”. Lo que pasó es que a última hora nadie quería hacer de padrinos de mi hija, se arrepintieron. Y tuve que llamar a un hermano mio que estaba trabajando de camionero para que viniese corriendo a la iglesia. Y llegó puntual, pero se había tomado una copa de anis en un bar y entró fumando en la iglesia. Como a mi hermano le sentó mal que el párroco me tratase tan mal, cuando pasó la cesta para las donaciones…le puso un billete falso en la cesta. Mi hermano no es un buen cristiano de ir a la iglesia y todo eso, pero si que es un hombre bueno y con un gran corazón, aunque tenga un carácter tan precursor y extravagante.
Y claro, al ver al párroco beberse dos super copas de vino de un trago, en una ceremonia de eucaristía, pues me he quedado un poco alucinada. Yo no soy perfecta, la verdad, pero tampoco estoy representando a la iglesia ni a Dios. Quiero decir, que a mi me parece bien que este hombre le guste beber, pero delante de las niñas y representando a Dios …pues me impresionó. Además uno de los niños se giró y me miró y me hizo un gesto como diciendo “mira lo que hace el párroco” con una risa de complicidad. No sé, pasan cosas raras en la sociedad.
Un abrazo,
Toñi.
Dentro de poco, después de la o las copas, un buen puro habano y un poquito de baile, para que no decaiga.
Bueno, más de lo mismo, cuando conoces la verdad, la verdad te libera, y hay que saber donde esta Dios y donde los hombres.
Un saludo, no me extraña que tu amigo se mosqueara, y encima no les dio ni un traguito a los feligreses… Ay… que tiempos en los que cuando quedaba poco pan en la mesa Jesús lo repartió entre sus amigos y les dijo: “Haced esto en conmemoración mía”.
Un saludo, hablamos.
A veces queremos lanzarnos en la búsqueda de esa sociedad perfecta. Pasamos la vida entera creyendo que podemos encontrarla. Al final del camino nos damos cuenta que sí existe esa sociedad perfecta, pero solo habita en nuestra mente.
Homenaje a los peregrinos de la Tierra> vean en Youtube,Misa Criolla de Ariel Ramirez,con Los Fronterizos,La peregrinacion.
We have lost the peace we had between us(I, inside) and ‘the world’, society.
That equilibrium…
“No person is an island, we are all the ocean around it.”
Egoism and shopping has become two new religions and I think that is creating major problems. The problem is that we are exporting this to the new booming economies and what happens when this blows in China and India in the same way as it has done in the western society. For example: Sweden is one of the most healthiest countries in the world, physically speaking. We have it “all”, house, car, boat, caravan.. But, we have among the highest rates of suicides, mental illness in the world. Of course one of the reasons can be the dark long winter that forces people inside into their “caves” alone and the interaction with other people is replaced with social networks.
This TED talk is interesting
http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/en/sherry_turkle_alone_together.html
With love from Sweden,
Arto
PS. Not that good song but a little funny: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btJvIQcPlyg (Sweden, The Stranglers. Google their song “Golden Brown”. It´s a gem)
In ancient society, individuals have a role to play in the community. It was often tightened to the village or neighborhood, there were few means of communication, and people often stayed a lifetime in one place, without any knowledge of the world. This favored the obscurantism. But everyone had a survival benefit in the immediate family or village, and family communauty was very strong, all generations often living together.
Currently, we are informed in real time of each event as it arises, but we do not know our neighbor in large cities. I live in a village where the community still exists, but where you can play an active role, only if you wish. The feeling of belonging to a community exists only if we provoke, and some can be left alone without nobody worried. Families are more fragmented. Paradoxically in our modern society, despite the “information superhighway” every individual can feel very lonely, and sometimes even to die at home without anyone knowing. Things are so, and we could fight against this isolation, only with the goodwill of each. M Christine G
Who am I ?
I am a nobody
In a body
Made of a water element
My body has wings to fly with
The air element
It gets its Energy from its natural essence with
The right breathing
That connects me with my origins – nature -
With love
Marie-Christine Cauvy
Your comment is very interesting, In modern society electronic gadget made each person self sufficient .that’s why we do not need any body’s help,and we became isolated. But human needs friend. i think if any body want to be friendly She or he can do it, It depends upon person to person , I belief every thing has written as all mighty’s wish it.Belief upon all mighty and live honest life will be remedy upon all problem.
Thank you for your comment Mita
For me spontaneity
s pont a ne i ty
pont is a b ridge in French
ne is born in French
is a bridge, a link, a connection that goes beyond frontiers, it is part of the feminine energy and it uses intuition. It is a bridge established between two people, and it is when we are at our most authentic, there is no need for exchanging words, it is part of the invisible world,
With love
Marie-Christine Cauvy
thank you Marie for explaining spontaneity.
Yes it is a bridge of connection beyond frontiers .
take care.
When our backward society starts seeing that we become one by feeding each other both spiritually and physically, then and only then, can we move forward. And you are so correct that this begins in the family on the mother’s and father’s knee as children are taught that they are vessels of both types of food.
Paulo, your story about the cracked jar goes well here. Would you post it again, please.
May we all strive to develop a crack or two (or three) in our God/Goddess vessels to feed those we encounter with our complete love.
((((LOVE))) and warm blue light surround you.
Lainee
Comm union Commun
A communion is to share something in common (together)
going in the same direction.
I see common sense as a way to go forward,
with love
Marie-Christine
Perfecta combinación: individual y lo colectivo
We should be responsible for too many things and people.I am sometimes fed up with it.But besides me ,there must be thousands of people thinking in the same way.
I try to teach my 2 daughters all the principles I learnt from the old Society and yes I agree it was a compact society and they worked together, contrary to these days were we are far aprart and more dependant on machines.
Tara Hamdi
Tara Saleem Hamdi
Ayer estuve en la biblioteca con mi hija y unas amigas suyas del colegio porque tenían que hacer un trabajo del colegio.
Y una de las niñas me trajo un libro y me lo puso en las manos “Cantar de Mio Cid”. Me quedé impresionada!. El Cantar de Mio Cid lo leí hace años en texto original. Es un cantar escrito en versos alejandrinos y en el castellano medieval ( que es posiblemente el castellano más bonito que he leido nunca, aunque un poco difícil de comprensión, yo como también he estudiado latín clásico pues…disfrutaba mucho con la lectura). El libro que tuve ayer en mis manos es “El cantar de Mio Cid” pero escrito en castellano actual y de lectura para niños. Narra la historia de un caballero español, Mio Cid el Campeador, que fue desterrado de su tierra natal por el rey Alfonso. En su destierro tuvo que abandonar a su mujer y sus dos hijas en un convento. En su destierro, todos los que amaban a Cid se unieron a sus tropas y en su destierro se narran las grandes batallas que tuvo y sus grandes conquistas de territorio español junto a todos los caballeros que le acompañaban. Todos los territorios que Mio Cid conquistó los conquistó en nombre de su rey Alfonso, finalmente el rey perdonó a Mio Cid y le dejó reunirse con su familia. Es la lucha de un hombre por el amor de su tierra y de su rey. Todos los caballeros que acompañaban a Mio Cid lo servían como su señor. Se dice en el cantar que Mio Cid era un caballero generoso con sus hombres y repartían las riquezas de sus conquistas entre todos sus soldados con igualdad. Amaba mucho a su esposa Jinebra y sus dos hijas y amaba mucho a su rey. Bueno solo quería que supieses más de la historia de España, de la España medieval. “Mio Cid el Campeador, el que en buena hora nació”.
Un abrazo,
Toñi.
Recordar a Mio Cid me ha hecho recordar y recuperar el estusiasmo de mi propio trabajo en la vida, como un grano de arena más en el desierto.
Toñi
Siempre digo que en la baraja del Tarot estan los caballeros que desaparecieron en nuestra baraja moderna,talvez porque sus valores tambien se perdieron.El Cid es un simbolo de la lucha por un reinado y por un rey que tambien significaban mucho mas que el simples poder terrenal.Fuerza España y fuerza a todos los caballeros españoles!
PS:Tengo una foto al lado de la estatua dEl Cid en Burgos,pero no me averguenzo de contar que el primer contacto con su historia fue atraves de la pelicula antigua americana…
Bueno, trabajamos, nos movemos, estamos vivos…
Tengo la sensación de que en mi vida un día, como otras tantas veces, llegará un emisario y me indicará el nuevo rumbo a seguir. Independientemente de lo que me haya tocado vivir, como a cada uno, he perdido un poco el miedo al mañana, y cuando llega la orden de pasar adentro, todo lo demás no importa, cumpliste tu misión y ahora otro mundo espera.
En cuanto al rumbo de la sociedad, la verdad es que al igual que hace unos años, veía la sociedad enfrentada, y la maldad convertida en lo normal, ahora veo más humanidad, quizá porque a todos nos toca algo en esto de la crisis, quizá porque hemos descubierto que los lideres por los que estábamos enfrentados mentían y solo querían su interés personal, ahora estamos todos en el mismo bando, y estamos cansados de tanta suciedad, porque al fin y al cabo, somos humanos, y diferencia de los psicópatas, tenemos sentimientos, y reconocemos el bien y el mal.
No se si son las estrellas, no se si son los viajes y los los medios de comunicación que nos acercan, no se si la mezcla de mentira y verdad, o nuestra propia experiencia, lo cierto es que noto más cercanía con todo el mundo, y eso que hay gente que he excluido de mi vida porque se que actúan con maldad sabiendo que hacen mal, aunque lo nieguen, por supuesto. El hecho es que yo cambio, y el mundo también, y para bien.
Un saludo. Me estoy acordando de una canción, era una cantiga medieval o algo así, la verdad es que me siento un poco caballero andante de vuelta de las cruzadas, aunque esta vez los infieles no eran mis hermanos árabes, de los que más que seguramente lleve sangre en mis venas. En cualquier caso, de vuelta de mi odisea particular, de vuelta al hogar.
La canción dice así:
“Tu gitana que adivinas,
me lo digas, pues no lo se,
si saldré de esta aventura,
o si en ella moriré.
O si en ella pierdo la vida,
o si en ella triunfaré,
tu gitana que adivinas,
me lo digas pues no lo se.”
Me acabo de acordar de la gitana del libro del Alquimista, otra señal de que ando cerca.
Hasta pronto, hablamos.
Hola!
Lo que más me gustó del Cantar de Mio Cid fue su espiritu luchador porque era un caballero que había sido desterrado de su patria, y el amor y el respeto de sus hombres. Además es un Cantar en versos alejandrinos, difícil de verdad, vamos una obra maestra. Este cantar sería algo creado con mucho esfuerzo, como la composición de un Requiem en música.
Y me gustó el Cid porque nunca perdió la fé en su camino, a saber que fue un personaje real y que se narra que sufrió mucho, incluso con el tema de sus hijas, que fueron violadas y maltratadas por unos nobles. Siempre buscó limpiar su honor y el de su familia. Eso es bonito y valiente, en cualquier cultura. Ahora estoy empezando a leer otro libro de unos caballeros árabes del siglo X en la zona del pais vasco.
En Italia también hubo grandes y valientes caballeros, las casas de los Medicis, los Orsini, …
Otra cosa, ayer me vino al pensamiento que la esposa de Cid no se llamaba Jinebra. Lo busqué y si, realmente la esposa de Cid se llamaba Jimena y no Jinebra, y tenemos unos turrones riquísimos que llevan su nombre, turrón de navidad.
Gracias por vuestros mensajes y por compartir Tutti Rivero y Empié!
Un abrazo fuerte!
Toñi.
Supongo que la vida de un caballero debe ser así, luchar, resistir para al fin vencer por la verdad y la justicia, aunque discrepo en que un caballero deba luchar por restablecer su honor porque nunca lo perdió, otros para hundir su reputación y a falta del coraje suficiente para aventajarle en cualquier cosa, utilizaron la mentira y la injuria para desacreditarle, no debe luchar contra eso, porque los que mienten son mentirosos y los que creen las mentiras de los mentirosos en realidad nunca le quisieron, así que pienso que en realidad los que le injuriaron le han hecho un favor, han separado el grano y la paja que de otra manera estarían en el mismo saco. Mañana llegará a su castillo donde le espera Ginebra o Jimena, sus hijas, sus tesoros y su reino, y fuera quedaran todos los que le traicionaron.
Es solo parte del camino, y un guerrero ante todo lucha por la verdad y la justicia, y lo bueno es que la lucha le transforma, le convierte en Rey, y le corona una corona que los hombres no pueden comprar ni vender, ese día entran a un reino prohibido para los malvados.
Un saludo, hablamos.
This is great! I love it. I also wrote something about democracy in my blog.
Keep it up sir! I love your writings! :)
I just read your writing about democracy and it was thoughtful .
Correctly said, here I wish to share a story which I read while I was in school: once there was a farmer. He had four sons. He was the owner of big land and prosperity blessed him as well. But he was not happy as his sons used to fight with other on smaller notions. They were always tried to low down the each other. Once the farmer got sick and could feel the echo of steps of death at his door. He called all of his sons and asked them to bring individually single stick. All of them brought four wooden sticks and gave them to farmer. He tied them in a bunch and instructed his sons one by one to break the bunch. All of them tried but failed to do so. Despite their best effort, they could not able to break the bunch of wooden sticks. After that , the farmer asked them to open the buch and told them to have an individual sticks. He again instructed them to break the stick and that time all of them succeded in breaking it. The farmer was happy as his sons realised what the old man wanted to communicate to them. They had lesson of their life and thereafter they never fought with each other and remained together for years and years…. Thats the spirit of unity.
WOW !!!
You have written a great story .
I share your vision, Paulo. Great article
Olá Paulo,
Tenho 19 anos, moro em São Paulo. Desde pequeno, me questiono e faço diversas buscas, li diversos livros, tanto de filosofia quanto de ocultismo. Minha práticas ainda são minimas, limitadas á meditações. Desde que vi que lançastes O Aleph, me senti interessando por este, mas não fui procurá-lo. Á alguns dias tive um sonho com um livro, Zanoni de E. Bulwer Lytton, e o encontrei sem querer em um sebo no dia seguinte. No inicio dessa semana sonhei com esse seu livro, O Aleph, e decidi que se ele fosse realmente importante pra mim, iria me aparecer assim como Zanoni, que ainda estou lendo, apareceu. No dia seguinte fui á casa de um amigo e vi em sua estante justamente esse livro, não exitei e o pedi emprestado. Estou nas primeiras 50 páginas ainda, mas pude sentir que realmente buscas a evolução espiritual, e tem ela como um de seus principais objetivos de vida, se não o principal; a grande Obra.
Estudei diversas coisas, desde muito cedo, gosto muito dos filosofos alemães, das linhagens pessimistas, do absurdismo, existencialismo e niilismo. Mas além dos clássicos filosoficos, tive contato também, e lendo algumas obras sobre os assuntos, como: Hermetismo, Kaballah (mesmo entendendo bem pouco sobre isso), meditações, yoga, a Arte, fisiologia oculta e até mesmo Thelema, entre outros. Mas não tenho filiação formal com nenhuma Ordem.
São todos assuntos interessantíssimos, e realmente busco estuda-los e compreendê-los, e compreender melhor o mundo a minha volta, o universo, e a mim mesmo. Isso é realmente de importancia crucial para mim.
Gostaria que, você sendo experiente e estar buscando a mesma coisa que eu, ou algo muito parecido, me desse algum, ou alguns conselhos, para continuar seguindo esse caminho, e como seguir.
Agradeço desde já.
Michael.
WOW, what a major breakthrough in the evolution of human relation if we can have an interdependent relationship with each other. One where we would all be emotionally and morally responsible to each other.
True, very true. Thanx for the reminder
Desde que desaparecieron las Ágoras ya nada a vuelto a ser lo mismo, la sociedad en la que vivimos se nos queda grande. No se escucha la voz de la mayoria, la democracia se ha quedado anticuada.
Es cierto, pienso igual que tú. La democracia se ha quedado anticuada.
Un abrazo,
Toñi.