<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807</id><updated>2011-12-04T09:06:36.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Soul Warming</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-8291778594164939744</id><published>2010-02-05T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:14:09.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 30 Second Secret To Blasting Your Energy Levels Through The Roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;There is an underlying inner sleep system which the quality of your sleep and your daily energy levels highly depend on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S2yUPblLbGI/AAAAAAAAA5M/IPHe2zYIcx0/s1600-h/baby-yawn%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S2yUPblLbGI/AAAAAAAAA5M/IPHe2zYIcx0/s200/baby-yawn%5B1%5D.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;When your body produces feelings of “sleepiness” to send you a signal that you later interpret in a way like… “I feel tired, I better get to bed…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Most people don’t know how to use this system to their advantage…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Your Body’s Natural Body Temperature Rhythm Plays A Key Role In How Much Energy You Have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;In grade 5 science class, most of us are taught that our body temperature stays at a constant 98.5 degrees Fahrenheit (36.6 Celsius). In reality, this is false. Your body temperature varies by about 6 degrees every day. This rise and fall of your body temperature is known as your body temperature rhythm, or as some like to call it your “circadian rhythm.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Believe it or not, it’s this rise and fall of your body temperature that plays a major role in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;When you feel sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;When you feel energized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S2yUfI4btLI/AAAAAAAAA5U/iAtR_67da0c/s1600-h/morehouseyawn%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S2yUfI4btLI/AAAAAAAAA5U/iAtR_67da0c/s200/morehouseyawn%5B1%5D.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;When your temperature is dropping, you feel “sleepy” and more towards the “tired” side. This is like a cue for your body to create feelings of sleepiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;When your body temperature is rising, you tend to feel energized, alert, relaxed, and more “awake”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Quick method to blast your energiy levels:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;95% of the times when you feel sleepy and tired during the day, it has nothing to do with how much you slept during the night (unless you are severely sleep deprived), how much sleep you need at that moment, or how much rest you need. 95% of the time when we feel tired, sleepy or lethargic is because our body temp. is dropping. And the body temp. falls usually due to one of the three reasons here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;1. After intense physical exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;2. After a long period of physical activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;3. Right after being still or inactive for a long period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The point is: Most of us mistake this drop of body temperature for the need to sleep. So we end up taking long naps, or rest and we actually lower our energy even more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S2yU5oWKZFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/RSmhyfk0hbc/s1600-h/yawning-is-contageous%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S2yU5oWKZFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/RSmhyfk0hbc/s400/yawning-is-contageous%5B1%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;This is what you do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All you have to do is to reverse this body temperature. And the way to do that is to take a short 5-10 min. period of intense physical activity. This can be simple as going outside to play with your kids, going to play with the dog, taking a run around the block or just going away for fresh air or jumping up and down. In sum: get your body in motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Now, when we have an intense routine, with a lot of physical activity we will feel exhausted at the end of each day. This will rest the quantity of waking time and quality time in our lives. So instead of going straight to sleep at the end of a busy day, we can try out using this technique to raise our energy and drive in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S2yWUi_nROI/AAAAAAAAA5k/b3ZGYi3SVoQ/s1600-h/duracell_bunny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S2yWUi_nROI/AAAAAAAAA5k/b3ZGYi3SVoQ/s200/duracell_bunny.jpg" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-8291778594164939744?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.powerfulsleep.com/audio1.htm' title='The 30 Second Secret To 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center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Just for a moment of self indulgence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;All the moments that are now gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;All the faces we saw, the arms that embraced us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Times when with raw spirits we opened our wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And flew…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The friends we made and will never see again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The friends we made and will see one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The friends we made and will meet many times again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Times when with genuine innocence we opened our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And loved…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The lovers we met and will never hold again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The lovers we met and will kiss one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The lovers we met and will continue with us for a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Just for a moment of self indulgence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Let me look back one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And walk through the roads I once walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And meet the friends I once met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And hold the lovers I once held&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And shed the tears I once shed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And smile the smiles I once smiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I can move on now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Until I meet those friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Until I hold those lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Until I realize: it was all a fantasy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And I meet you: the all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S1alPijswPI/AAAAAAAAA4g/_9PjJLq9NYM/s1600-h/ai.bmp" imageanchor="1" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/7548752665191049651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/7548752665191049651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2010/01/looking-back-to-walked-road-just-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S1alPijswPI/AAAAAAAAA4g/_9PjJLq9NYM/s72-c/ai.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-8313389323523281735</id><published>2010-01-13T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:10:48.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever heard about "Binaural beats"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Binaural beats or binaural tones are auditory processing artifacts, or apparent sounds, the perception of which arises in the brain independent of physical stimuli. This effect was discovered in 1839 by Heinrich Wilhelm Dove. Dove discovered that when two sounds, that are similar but slightly shifted in frequency, are presented separately to the left and right ear (Binaural) they will cause a pulsation or beat type effect in the brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S06Sim5ZoZI/AAAAAAAAA3o/v2coR1BqhGo/s1600-h/binauralbeats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S06Sim5ZoZI/AAAAAAAAA3o/v2coR1BqhGo/s320/binauralbeats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;For example, if a pure tone of 400 Hz is presented to the right ear and a pure tone of 410 Hz is presented simultaneously to the left ear, an amplitude modulated standing wave of 10 Hz, the difference between the two tones, is experienced as the two wave forms mesh in and out of phase within the superior olivary nuclei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;The human auditory apparatus can hear sounds with a pitch as low as about 20Hz (Hertz = cycles per second), give or take a few Hertz. However, the frequency of brainwaves—particularly those associated with states of relaxation and sleep—can go much lower, even below 1Hz. So a recording of a sound at, say, 4Hz would be inaudible and would have no effect. However, if you pitch two sounds exactly 4Hz apart (say, one at 100Hz and the other at 104Hz) and play one in each ear, the brain “manufactures” a 4Hz beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;EEG and the brain's state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;The binaural-beat appears to be associated with an electroencephalographic (EEG) frequency-following response in the brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S06S7MMIiEI/AAAAAAAAA3w/yJ_NpqyoSkM/s1600-h/binaural-beats12.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S06S7MMIiEI/AAAAAAAAA3w/yJ_NpqyoSkM/s320/binaural-beats12.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;EEG (Electroencephalography) technology is used to measure brain's electrical vibrations from the surface of the scalp. The resulting EEG pattern will contain frequency elements mainly below 30Hz. The frequencies are categorized into four states as follows: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S06THzXZj1I/AAAAAAAAA34/s7L00wyBvD0/s1600-h/brainwaves.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S06THzXZj1I/AAAAAAAAA34/s7L00wyBvD0/s400/brainwaves.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;The dominant frequency in the EEG pattern determines what shall be called the current state of the brain. If the amplitude of the alpha range frequencies is highest, then the brain is said to be in the alpha stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Proven theories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"The subjective effect of listening to binaural beats may be relaxing or stimulating, depending on the frequency of the binaural-beat stimulation" (Owens &amp;amp; Atwater, 1995). Binaural beats in the delta (1 to 4 Hz) and theta (4 to 8 Hz) ranges have been associated with reports of &lt;em&gt;relaxed, meditative, and creative states&lt;/em&gt; (Hiew, 1995), and used as an aid to falling asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Binaural beats in the alpha frequencies (8 to 12 Hz) have increased alpha brain waves (Foster, 1990) and binaural beats in the beta frequencies (typically 16 to 24 Hz) have been associated with reports of &lt;em&gt;increased concentration or alertness&lt;/em&gt; (Monroe, 1985) and &lt;em&gt;improved memory&lt;/em&gt; (Kennerly, 1994).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Brainwaves have been found to mimic the effect of certain drugs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S06U_uOEygI/AAAAAAAAA4A/tFe2fnf6Ltk/s1600-h/New+Picture+(3).bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S06U_uOEygI/AAAAAAAAA4A/tFe2fnf6Ltk/s320/New+Picture+(3).bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;And some other effects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S06Y1LOOmlI/AAAAAAAAA4I/gP1Rli7lAfg/s1600-h/New+Picture+(4).bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S06Y1LOOmlI/AAAAAAAAA4I/gP1Rli7lAfg/s400/New+Picture+(4).bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For more information:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/8179111/Binaural-Beats-Complete-with-ALL-info-about-Each-Brainstate-and-links-to-Programs-and-Cracks"&gt;http://www.scribd.com/doc/8179111/Binaural-Beats-Complete-with-ALL-info-about-Each-Brainstate-and-links-to-Programs-and-Cracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Worth to try: (free stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.transparentcorp.com/products/np/"&gt;http://www.transparentcorp.com/products/np/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bwgen.aday.net.au/bwg.rar"&gt;http://bwgen.aday.net.au/bwg.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mindmodulations.com/mindmods/general/changing-your-brainwaves-using-auditory-binaural-beats-for.html"&gt;http://www.mindmodulations.com/mindmods/general/changing-your-brainwaves-using-auditory-binaural-beats-for.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jetcityorange.com/meditation/misc.html"&gt;http://www.jetcityorange.com/meditation/misc.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-8313389323523281735?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8313389323523281735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=8313389323523281735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8313389323523281735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8313389323523281735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2010/01/binaural-beats-or-binaural-tones-are.html' title='Ever heard about &quot;Binaural beats&quot;?'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S06Sim5ZoZI/AAAAAAAAA3o/v2coR1BqhGo/s72-c/binauralbeats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-3334815819076880374</id><published>2010-01-10T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:02:08.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Role of the Soul, function of the Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;To understand how the superconscious (the soul) determines ultimately our reality I am going to use a metaphor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Let us say that I am a successful business person. No, I am the most successful business person in the whole planet (mind me&amp;nbsp;Mr. Gates). That means, I have enough wealth to assure the future of a large number of generations of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;descendants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;One day, without announcement, I suddenly lose my memory: pum! vanished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I wake up covered by the finest fabrics, in a room with enough space to fit a yacht and the sense of luxury that only the finest decoration could add. Observing the environment, I obviously conclude that I am a well-heeled person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;After a while, I am heading on to my daily business, disregarding the fact that I do not remember how I made this huge empire. I take my risks; continue investing here and there, just following the &lt;strong&gt;occasional hunches&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I feel free to simply follow my intuition, and I succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Now, with this metaphor I can explain easily what I am heading on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Our ultimate truth, is that our existence is guaranteed, and that our journey trough this physical plane is meant to be &lt;em&gt;joyful, abundant and designed for our spiritual involvement&lt;/em&gt;. We are all born with a largest agenda, the agenda of our souls. To experience the expression of the highest image of ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We do not remember this though, because our True Identity and our Soul Agenda are matters of our souls, which &lt;em&gt;we are not aware of all the time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Any way, our living conditions (including environment, people, time and situations) are a &lt;em&gt;sign post for our minds&lt;/em&gt; to know the natural road to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;From time to time, through the experiencing of our lives, we get these “Soul-to-mind” direct messages, that we interpret as hunches, or intuition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And if we get to make those communications a matter of priority, the domains of the Superconscious can be accesses. It is in here, that our truly creative nature is unleashed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-3334815819076880374?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3334815819076880374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=3334815819076880374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3334815819076880374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3334815819076880374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2010/01/role-of-soul-function-of-mind.html' title='Role of the Soul, function of the Mind'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-3527404185573962193</id><published>2010-01-09T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:46:37.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthly creatures, heavenly beings. Putting all together:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0i9qa86XMI/AAAAAAAAA2w/x5biw1rc_64/s1600-h/compassion-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0i9qa86XMI/AAAAAAAAA2w/x5biw1rc_64/s320/compassion-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our individuated selves are a part of a larger intelligence, and our superconscious minds are fully aware of that fact. At subconscious or even conscious level we might not be, but there is always an innate response we all human have to bond beyond imposed borders or labels of any kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As a natural expression of who we are, we do feel attracted toward each other and to a higher source of whatever kind. It is automatic, and no science can explain with exactitude how this happens. It happened in the Stone Age, when humans were said to worship the forces of nature, even when they could not understand what they were. It happened through our entire history, in every nation, no matter the creed. And it continues happening, it is fascinating how we are intuitively responsive to a larger truth. And in current times, when the outward commodities are of infinite number, worshipping divine forces without knowing why are we actually doing this, is not enough. We yearn to know what we are; who we are, why we are and how are we doing what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0jORFArrMI/AAAAAAAAA3I/3dTSDNJbYnU/s1600-h/puzzling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0jORFArrMI/AAAAAAAAA3I/3dTSDNJbYnU/s320/puzzling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Can it be possible that we are not fully aware of our own truth? As individuals and as the collective? The soul (superconscious) is the integrating key. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It is the order in the chaos, eternity in the limited time, serenity in the madness, certainty in the fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The soul is what makes sense of everything we experience here on earth. It is what puts everything into context. The knowledge and the wisdom of every part, relative and absolute, past and present, doubt and certain, lays quiet in the soul. The subconscious mind keeps our magnificent instrument alive, the superconscious mind takes us beyond the world of sense perceptions, and the conscious mind is the tool to access it. We are earthly creatures, dwelling a perfect vehicle to be used with a single purpose: express our divine nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The grounds of the mind and beyond, is like a closed door that keeps secluded a Pandora’s Box. The studies are advancing and more is known now about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What in ancient times was considered outrageous theories is now part of the global library of scientific documentations.&lt;br /&gt;The movement for a holistic view of the human existence is pushing its way to be considered and never ignored any more. Classic physics fails to explain accurately the whole impact of tiny elements interacting with each other, as that is what we actually are in fundamental nature. New trends of science are gaining force by raising our awareness to new perspectives and astonishing data.&lt;br /&gt;It is our responsibility now, to become aware and open our minds. The need is compelling, for no one can ignore the magnitude and vastness of our existences. A regular life with regular perspectives is no longer enough, no matter how much we try to convince ourselves of the contrary. Deep inside we carry the immensity of the universe, and deep inside we know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0i-eYktCeI/AAAAAAAAA24/qjwA7FGq02U/s1600-h/balances.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0i-eYktCeI/AAAAAAAAA24/qjwA7FGq02U/s320/balances.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-3527404185573962193?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3527404185573962193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=3527404185573962193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3527404185573962193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3527404185573962193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2010/01/earthly-creatures-heavenly-beings.html' title='Earthly creatures, heavenly beings. Putting all together:'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0i9qa86XMI/AAAAAAAAA2w/x5biw1rc_64/s72-c/compassion-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-471251265206357422</id><published>2010-01-08T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:29:51.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superconscious = Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0eHiGl7DgI/AAAAAAAAA1M/VchiBH8odSk/s1600-h/superconscious.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0eHiGl7DgI/AAAAAAAAA1M/VchiBH8odSk/s320/superconscious.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424453296146025986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In psychology the superconscious is the equivalent term to the soul, as used in spirituality and relating branches.&lt;br /&gt;As I got to know, the superconscious is that part of us that is connected to the creator, to the divine, to the largest intelligence of the universe, or anything we might call it.&lt;br /&gt;That part of us that is already everything it was originally meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“YOUR TRUE BEING, which is WHO YOU REALLY ARE, precedes everything.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "I Am That I Am" that transcends personality from lifetime to lifetime is the superconscious. It exists beyond the personality identity of the conscious and the genetically inborn collective unconscious. As Jung suggested, the superconscious is what the Hindu called the "higher" conscious. It communicates in synchronicity and intuition and is comprised of soul memory and past-life experiences. The "I Am That I Am" of the superconscious is the soul that transcends lifetimes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0eIEQOtzoI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Ur-p52P4z8c/s1600-h/superconsciousself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0eIEQOtzoI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Ur-p52P4z8c/s200/superconsciousself.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424453882848595586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bodily wise, humans are known to share 99.99% of the same DNA with other human fellows. Do you think this is a coincidence? It takes only a peek inside our own cells to know what we really are. We are all the same, originally we are actually one.  And furthermore, that sameness is the reproduction of what we are known to be at soul level (superconscious level): unity expressed in a single entity. The collective, individualized. A portion of divinity.&lt;br /&gt;Like when you take a glass of water out of the sea, it appears to be just that: a glass of water. But if you analyze it, the composition is the same as its source. It is a portion of the sea in a container. So are we, as a figure of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The soul’s consciousness emerges from the soul’s State of Being. That is, One with everything, across all time and in every place.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are said to be on a journey thru a relative world. The term relative, meaning that everything exists in relation to something else. &lt;br /&gt;Thus, time exists because space exists. Up exists because down exists. Light exists because darkness exists. Past exists because present exists. Birth exists because death exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, our ultimate reality is known to be absolute, that is, there are no experiences of opposites. Actually, there are no experiences, just a state of being.&lt;br /&gt;There is no separation, there is no darkness, there is no death, there is no time.&lt;br /&gt;And our souls are in that state of being: absolute, infinite, eternal, illuminated.&lt;br /&gt;The current journey of our souls is just a passing among infinite chances that defy credibility. The experience of a soul is up to that soul, so whatever is held in sustained belief creates a perspective, which in turns is the direct cause of the experienced reality.&lt;br /&gt;If the perspective is short, than the reality will be short. If the perspective is reduced to a life of birth, growth and death, than the reality will be experienced like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what “the power of the mind” really means. By use of the mind we create a perspective that hold our entire experience of the reality we call “my life”.&lt;br /&gt;If the mind is lowered to the level of subconscious reactions, the perspective is going to be reactive instead of deliberated, and the reality we will experience will be a series of random happenings and chaotic events.&lt;br /&gt;If the mind is kept consciously aware, it can be trained to choose a perspective with a wider field of possibilities, and the reality we will experience will be more controlled.&lt;br /&gt;Now, if the mind is raised to the level of the superconscious, the conscious mind can be used to access a state of being were the soul takes charge of every decision and outcome, and we will not be lost in “doing stuff” or struggling our way to get everything we want. We will use our minds to train itself to stop the compulsive thinking. To leave wider spaces for our minds to just BE still. And that will leave more space for the superconscious mind to infuse our minds with that larger intelligence that is the actual creator of realities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0ePEEPmYYI/AAAAAAAAA1c/WtN8aMXZi9M/s1600-h/seawater.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0ePEEPmYYI/AAAAAAAAA1c/WtN8aMXZi9M/s320/seawater.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424461576212472194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-471251265206357422?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/471251265206357422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=471251265206357422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/471251265206357422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/471251265206357422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2010/01/superconscious-soul.html' title='Superconscious = Soul'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0eHiGl7DgI/AAAAAAAAA1M/VchiBH8odSk/s72-c/superconscious.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-8687951363343657857</id><published>2010-01-07T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:26:05.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superconscious mind</title><content type='html'>I have come to the last of the three levels of consciousness that any given human being has. And for me, it is the most important one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before many times “what we hold in our minds is what we experience as real”. Thus what we believe is WHAT IS in our experience.&lt;br /&gt;No one has the last word in what we experience, and not 2 experiences are the same.&lt;br /&gt;Perspective is everything, and no one can convince us of a different perspective if it does not match our own. The choice of perspective is a personal and private matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to understand what the superconscious mind is, we have to open our minds to have a larger picture of the experience we call life and leave disbelieve aside for a while. Later, you can decide as I said, if this truth matches your own.&lt;br /&gt;I feel just as a tiny speck behind the grandness of God’s perfect plan. I don’t know if I can use the word “my” life anymore. Not even “life”, it makes me feel as if I am belittling the enormous, humongous reality. So I know that any description will always be but a slight resemblance of what actually is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I explained about the subconscious mind, and the mechanism behind that grand orchestra, I came into the same conclusion that many had: there is a largest intelligence in charge of our existences. During the renaissance time, the established theory among physicians was that “some spirits kept the body alive”. But the whole description of the human physiology was based more on religious assumptions than in the scientific method of direct observation and reproduction of mechanisms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this method delayed the advancement of science, the tendency turned into a more materialistic and pragmatic style, leaving a gap between mysticism and materialism. This trend became the foundations of modern science, thus the scientists are among the most skeptic observers and rational critics of spiritual matters. But not just them, this rationalization of facts have infected our entire cultural background with disbelieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, when science has taken us into a never dreamed era of advancements, the methodical study and elucidation of the human body is still incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;There are several grounds of our existences that remain unexplained. There are effects and events that startle and fascinate in the same time. There are scientific reports of mysterious happenings and incredible abilities of living humans.&lt;br /&gt;Here the ground fails to be there for pragmatisms, and our intuition assisted by an open mind take the wheel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-8687951363343657857?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8687951363343657857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=8687951363343657857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8687951363343657857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8687951363343657857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2010/01/superconscious-mind.html' title='Superconscious mind'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-3804331712636322845</id><published>2010-01-07T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:20:37.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year New Opportunities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0Yx8fornDI/AAAAAAAAA1E/gk19KlhwbOU/s1600-h/blog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0Yx8fornDI/AAAAAAAAA1E/gk19KlhwbOU/s320/blog.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424077716568382514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start the year with an ongoing awareness. &lt;br /&gt;In another of my “flash-out-of the blue” insights, I pictured the coffin I drew above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the caption went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is not impossible situation in your present lifetime. Impossible is something you are making up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are conceived, the word “impossible” is imprinted in the fertilized egg, your very original cell. Like guarded in a coffin, locked and than left buried deep within your DNA. That cell replicates to originate every cell that your body now has.&lt;br /&gt;Thus you have the word, the idea of “impossible” literally imprinted in every cell of your body.&lt;br /&gt;You might conclude than, that you are nothing but a victim of genetics. But that is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Impossible” is something you are making up. Be it conditioned or not, aware or unaware. You see, you are neither your cells nor your body.&lt;br /&gt;You are not even your mind or your soul. Who you are is not what you “THINK” you are.&lt;br /&gt;And you have plenty of time to realize this fact, and also numerous reminders along the way. Can you see that your unawareness is something you choose? Not something that you can not help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just hear once, just one time but fully, intentionally. Than you will never have to experience every “illusion” you have bought in to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-3804331712636322845?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3804331712636322845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=3804331712636322845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3804331712636322845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3804331712636322845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-opportunities.html' title='New Year New Opportunities'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/S0Yx8fornDI/AAAAAAAAA1E/gk19KlhwbOU/s72-c/blog.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-4269508552673036145</id><published>2009-12-18T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:30:19.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a shift of perspective (all about best sellers)</title><content type='html'>Watch this movie to awaken your inquisitive mind by meeting some scientists behind the quantum physic paradigm. It provides meaningful information about the biochemistry of emotion and the impact of thought on our daily life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyvcA9snnhI/AAAAAAAAA0c/uKklIKj0-SM/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyvcA9snnhI/AAAAAAAAA0c/uKklIKj0-SM/s320/poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416664885962972690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is a delightful scientific-shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Syve70k2qtI/AAAAAAAAA0k/OIwca-RZMH0/s1600-h/FabricOfCosmosGreene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Syve70k2qtI/AAAAAAAAA0k/OIwca-RZMH0/s320/FabricOfCosmosGreene.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416668096150022866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a deep understanding of the ego and its actual invalidating effects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyvfebJC1pI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ww6zLx9yL4o/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyvfebJC1pI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ww6zLx9yL4o/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416668690617915026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautifully written book that brings new insights on the matter of mind mechanics and superconscious awareness. The engine behind major life changes: why change occurs and how. It will at least prepare you to face change with a different stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyvbxbgIKnI/AAAAAAAAA0U/CsUQxnd5dzc/s1600-h/wheneverythingchenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyvbxbgIKnI/AAAAAAAAA0U/CsUQxnd5dzc/s320/wheneverythingchenge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416664619085736562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amazingly wise essay that gives us an idea of how old is actually the "theory of mind power". Written in 1902 by James Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyvmDM7UJXI/AAAAAAAAA08/MiDlJk9slYE/s1600-h/asaman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyvmDM7UJXI/AAAAAAAAA08/MiDlJk9slYE/s320/asaman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416675919527159154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-4269508552673036145?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4269508552673036145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=4269508552673036145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4269508552673036145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4269508552673036145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/12/shift-of-perspective-all-about-best.html' title='a shift of perspective (all about best sellers)'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyvcA9snnhI/AAAAAAAAA0c/uKklIKj0-SM/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-4596820163484095246</id><published>2009-12-18T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:59:20.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Reactive Thinking</title><content type='html'>Traditionally, a highly dynamic mind has been considered intelligent, inquisitive and profitable. But with the advocacy of ongoing neuroscientific, cognitive psychology and consciousness studies researches, the tendency towards “educating our minds” is been increasingly accepted.&lt;br /&gt;The process of thinking is more and more acknowledged as a voluntary, intentional quality of our kind.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, compulsive, or even helplessly hyperactive minds are considered to be a sign of untamed subconsciousness or dormant consciousness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“As it is, I would say about 80 to 90 percent of most people's thinking is not only repetitive and useless, but because of its dysfunctional and often negative nature, much of it is also harmful. Observe your mind and you will find this to be true. It causes a serious leakage of vital energy.” 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helplessly hyperactive minds are a source of high level of stress. A forever talkative mind leaves very less space for purposeful and focused thinking, interferes with concentration and diverts attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Thinking and consciousness are not synonymous. Thinking is only a small aspect of consciousness. Thought cannot exist without consciousness, but consciousness does not need thought.&lt;br /&gt;Enlightenment means rising above thought, not falling back to a level below thought, the level of an animal or a plant. In the enlightened state, you still use your thinking mind when needed, but in a much more focused and effective way than before. You use it mostly for practical purposes, but you are free of the involuntary internal dialogue, and there is inner stillness. Only in that way is it possible to think creatively, because only in that way does thought have any real power. Thought alone, when it is no longer connected with the much vaster realm of consciousness, quickly becomes barren, insane, destructive”.2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of deliberate thinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the fast developing of science, the understanding of the mind processes has extensively advanced. The role of “mind over matter” is now more accepted with the introduction of new evidences. Reality as we perceive it is said to be not only affected by “the observer”; but also created by a complex process that involves high states of consciousness and thinking. 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are experiments that attest that our consciousness influences others, material goods, and our future in a co creative manner. 4 It does not matter if we believe in this fact, it still happens whether we believe in it or not. 5&lt;br /&gt;That is the premises of the so called “Law of attraction”, which was introduced as early as 1902, by the physicist John Ambrose Fleming, and continued all the way through history until present days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of statements is large, and the contemporary counsel show a regular trend towards training the mind to be the tool it was originally meant to be. By an endless number of methods and systems, the mind can be re-educated to be purposeful and disciplined in the pursuit of a higher level of intelligence. That is to raise the level of awareness by means of a more effective use of the mental processes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1,2 Tolle, Eckhart. The Power of Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightment. New World Library, 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Greene Brian. The Fabric of the Cosmos: Space, Time, and the Texture of Reality. Penguin Books, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 The Institute of Noetic Sciences and Captured Light Industries. What the Bleep Do We Know!?: Study Guide and Manual for Navigating Rabbit Holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 M. Bristol Claude. The Magic of Believing, 1948.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-4596820163484095246?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4596820163484095246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=4596820163484095246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4596820163484095246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4596820163484095246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/12/beyond-reactive-thinking-in-former.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Beyond Reactive Thinking&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-4583832759379222591</id><published>2009-12-17T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:26:10.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Syp3WCs2aQI/AAAAAAAAA0M/-gMcwYKJvnA/s1600-h/brain-ego-mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Syp3WCs2aQI/AAAAAAAAA0M/-gMcwYKJvnA/s320/brain-ego-mind.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416272722432256258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have widely elucidated the role of the subconscious mind, and its implication in our experience of reality and life. It is time to continue our journey into the depths of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;CONSCIOUS MIND &lt;/strong&gt;is the aspect of the mind experienced as combinations of thought, perception, memory, emotion, will and imagination. Thinking involves the cerebral manipulation of information, as when we form concepts, engage in problem solving, reasoning and making decisions. &lt;strong&gt;Here is the seat of all voluntary action&lt;/strong&gt;, the home of reason and the higher intellectual faculties.&lt;br /&gt;So far as we know, our higher mental functions seem to have their immediate seats in the cortex of the brain, and of these mental functions the anterior frontal lobes appear to have the power of inhibition. This is as near as we can come to absolute localization of the mental faculties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of thinking has not been yet entirely elucidated. For some scientists, it is a strict neurophysiologic process. The human brain processes more than 400 billion bits of information per second; but we are aware only of 2 thousand of the whole number. So we are continuously bombarded by information coming from every direction and “hitting” our senses to be afterwards selectively erased or retained by the brain. But still, the whole process from the “first, original thought” is not utterly known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some psychologists, other neuroscientists and philosophers, the process of thinking involves not only a physiologic process related to the brain; but a more complex operation of “sophisticated processes” such as the superconscious mind and a larger universal intelligence with which we are considered to be connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total faculty of our minds to perform millions of different things is so astounding regardless of our own ignorance or efforts to demean ourselves to mere limited entities. We can access a higher level of consciousness where the definition of intelligence is carried beyond current understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-4583832759379222591?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4583832759379222591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=4583832759379222591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4583832759379222591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4583832759379222591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-widely-elucidated-role-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Syp3WCs2aQI/AAAAAAAAA0M/-gMcwYKJvnA/s72-c/brain-ego-mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-4148684650575886185</id><published>2009-12-16T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:16:28.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SykFwEbeA0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/QRQ_0CDyKiA/s1600-h/self-centered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SykFwEbeA0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/QRQ_0CDyKiA/s320/self-centered.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415866350270546754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;strong&gt;The Power of Now&lt;/strong&gt;: The manipulative ruler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All inner resistance is experienced as negativity in one form or another. All negativity is resistance. In this context, the two words are almost synonymous.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Nonforgiveness is the very nature of the mind, just as the mind-made false self, the ego, cannot survive without strife and conflict. Remember that the ego needs problems, conflict, and "enemies" to strengthen the sense of separateness on which its identity depends.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The quicker you are in attaching verbal or mental labels to things,&lt;br /&gt;people, or situations, the more shallow and lifeless your reality becomes, and the more deadened you become to reality, the miracle of life that&lt;br /&gt;continuously unfolds within and around you. In this way, cleverness may be&lt;br /&gt;gained, but wisdom is lost, and so are joy, love, creativity, and aliveness.&lt;br /&gt;They are concealed in the still gap between the perception and the&lt;br /&gt;interpretation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every ego confuses opinions and viewpoints with facts. Furthermore,&lt;br /&gt;it cannot tell the differences between an event and its reaction to that event.&lt;br /&gt;Every ego is a master of selective perception and distorted interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;Only through awareness – not through thinking – can you differentiate&lt;br /&gt;between fact and opinion. Only through awareness are you able to see: There is the situation and here is the anger I feel about it, and then realize there are other ways of approaching the situation, other ways of seeing it and dealing.&lt;br /&gt;The ego cannot distinguish between a situation and its interpretation&lt;br /&gt;of and reaction to that situation. You might say, “What a dreadful day,”&lt;br /&gt;without realizing that the cold, the wind, and the rain or whatever condition&lt;br /&gt;you react to are not dreadful. They are as they are. What is dreadful is your&lt;br /&gt;reaction, your inner resistance to it, and the emotion that is created by That&lt;br /&gt;resistance." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ekhart Tolle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our egoic minds are always ON, did you find the OFF bottom?...&lt;br /&gt;So if it is on the ON state all the time, that includes the moments our level of attention is diverted and it can “PLAY the old records” freely.&lt;br /&gt;It is ON the moment we go to sleep, it is ON the moment we wake up.&lt;br /&gt;It is ON while we are taking shower, walking on the street, watching TV or listening to music. It is ON when we meet other people, it is ON when we are alone. It is scanning the environment and everything it includes in order to create a sense of separateness, a perfect place where to feel individualized. It is scanning every thing we do, think and feel in order to find a trigger that matches an old pattern of reactive emotions and get rooted once and again.&lt;br /&gt;It will create conflict, as a matter of self-indulgence and oppose every idea that threatens our identification with it.&lt;br /&gt;Is there any new insight about a situation happening in our lives that we are trying to test in opposition to the strong determination of our ego?. Than almost immediately we will feel conflict inside. A world that is perceived through our 5 senses is all that it needs and all that it wants to know.&lt;br /&gt;So a different reality, more over, a reality where sense perceptions are secondary is ruled out from the ego. The existence of the ego depends on our complete identification with the world of forms.So the line of division is very thin, the ego very tricky and adaptable when convenient. &lt;strong&gt;The way to spot the ego?, even though very simple: are we deriving our identity from something external (including the roles we perform, material belongings or accomplisments, happenings, our past story), or are we deriving it from the consciousness within?.&lt;/strong&gt; Better said, is our life about "Doing" or about "Being"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-4148684650575886185?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4148684650575886185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=4148684650575886185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4148684650575886185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4148684650575886185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-power-of-now-manipulative-ruler.html' title=''/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SykFwEbeA0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/QRQ_0CDyKiA/s72-c/self-centered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-4309259387232612184</id><published>2009-12-15T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:53:06.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regaining control</title><content type='html'>3 characteristics of the Ego:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It wants to be special.&lt;br /&gt;2. It is always righteous.&lt;br /&gt;3. It wants to be separated: creates conflict while competing with others and isolating, a strong sense of individualization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we keep living with an unattended egoic mind, we pay the price by enslaving ourselves to an eternal demanding inner child.&lt;br /&gt;That is a fact: our egoic minds are like the counter of a time bomb. Thoughts are the mitotic cells, mind is the cancer.&lt;br /&gt;The complains starts as an instinctive pursuit of primordial needs, and become more sophisticated but nevertheless, endless shopping lists. The need of food, shelter and love becomes a need of sex, fashion and commodity. The need of comfort, care and attention becomes a need of power, success and popularity. The need of security, identity and presence becomes a need of every external source of self-indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;And it takes over our lives, giving us a sense of continual urgency to silence the continual stressful voices within. We than do one of 2 things: we cling to the past or dread for the future.&lt;br /&gt;We cling to the past whenever we feel guilt, resentment, frustration, remorse. Or we eagerly wait the counting years that will take us to that imagined future when we will finally be ok. Meanwhile the living moment of now stays unattended, while we live overlapping our past to it or projecting it to our future. Now is never the moment, because if that is the case, we don’t want to even live the now with that torturer of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ego, as it appears, is a self-destroying device. In its effort to rule over our lives, it takes us over and leads us to the most difficult path of all. The outwardly directed mind, unaware of it self can run amok at any moment of provocation. It can be a sudden raise of stress or anxiety levels, a severe life threatening situation, or any kind of highly emotional upheaval. The triggers can be as slight as the “last drop” to provoke a flood, or impactful as loss, illness and so on.&lt;br /&gt;We feel powerless the moment that “the beast” is released from its cage. It seams uncontrollable, the forever talkative mind becomes a loud machine of mixed thoughts…a real torture chamber that drains out the life from us.&lt;br /&gt;It seams natural that we try to escape it, and we do it usually. Nobody wants to dig in their minds to find out what is buried inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A way to disempowering the ego starts with simply looking at it. As a very wise spiritual master said: “Looking at it makes it disappear, ignoring it makes it stay”.&lt;br /&gt;By looking at it we are identifying it as what it is: a feature of our minds, that accomplish the task of giving us a sense of individuals. Just that, nothing more. &lt;br /&gt;Taking it too personal empowers it, so acting out every command only perpetuates it. &lt;br /&gt;What I mean is that we must pay attention to what we are thinking, to our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;If we find most of the time egoic patterns (that is, as I said before, the need to be right, the sense of superiority, the strong sense of individualization by means of competing or creating conflict) we should not act it out, and rather stop. And acknowledge that this is our ego; but that we are not egos walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we become used to deal with the inner complaining child, by time it will recede in its efforts to take over our lives. In the start it will use all sort of strategies to manipulate us and break us down. But with constant effort and compromise, it will understand that there is a higher self who can take care of its needs very well and that there is nothing outside to find, that will provide better than what can be found within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-4309259387232612184?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4309259387232612184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=4309259387232612184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4309259387232612184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4309259387232612184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/12/regaining-control.html' title='Regaining control'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-5259796221645927723</id><published>2009-12-14T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T07:56:17.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind enslavement</title><content type='html'>Some people can feel really uneasy just by the idea of being left alone with themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Most of people left alone in a long period of isolation can become mentally ill.&lt;br /&gt;A mind that has been left wandering freely for a long period of time can become a serious threat.&lt;br /&gt;And the cause lays in who is ruling over whom: is it the subconscious mind or the conscious mind?&lt;br /&gt;We are all born with an inherent identification device, a very slippery and sophisticated escapist. The inconspicuous for many, ladies and gentleman: here comes &lt;strong&gt;The Ego&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ego is the primitive way of identification we all have.&lt;br /&gt;It develops rapidly at young age, and it gets sophisticated after that.&lt;br /&gt;Its function is to give us identity; which unfortunately, means separation, labeling, sense of superiority in most cases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can obviously say it develops rapidly at young age because the continual chit-chatting it creates in our minds is as irrational as a toddler making a tantrum over futilities.&lt;br /&gt;When a newborn is presented to its mother, he doesn’t have a sense of self yet.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it completely depends on her caregiver. Whenever gets separated from it, a primordial, survival instinct takes place: fear of abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;When the baby reaches the stage of self-identification, it also identifies its environment as his possessions. Whenever those possessions are taken away, another primordial instincts surface: ownership. &lt;br /&gt;When a kid grows and becomes an adolescent, an extreme need of belonging and suitability emerges. The self-image becomes a source of strong identification, that whenever rejected or inadequate, it will shatter his self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;These primordial, basic instincts as many others, are solidly planted within the ego. And even when we are no longer toddlers, or babies incapable of taking care of ourselves, the ego will still display its primordial features.&lt;br /&gt;If we take a moment to hear the voices within our heads whenever we encounter a source of distress or displeasure, the same baby/toddler/adolescent relives in there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t live me, I can’t live without you!...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyZ-6IVVsQI/AAAAAAAAAz8/zytrm_W0ddE/s1600-h/egoic+mind.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyZ-6IVVsQI/AAAAAAAAAz8/zytrm_W0ddE/s320/egoic+mind.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415155139094098178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes me!, nobody understands me!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should respect me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do alone?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should listen to what I say….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am right, you are wrong…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s not enough time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I am doing emphasis in the mechanics of the mind, is because it has deeper implications than merely increasing scientific knowledge or helping us to understand ourselves a little bit more. &lt;br /&gt;The core of our cultural heritage is “thoughts passed on”, believes that are inherited from generations to generations, and even “exported and imported” from nation to nation.&lt;br /&gt; We have been using a very powerful tool “the mind” to individualize us and give us identity; but that practice have ended up separating us, alienating us. And furthermore, it have ended up operating through us (our minds), making our ideas of “superiority”, “exclusiveness” and “righteousness” a very real cause to fight for. This is the root of our pathology of separation, what has made possible to see each-other in the eyes and swear that we are different and never cohesive. It has made possible the impossible: that we are not one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-5259796221645927723?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/5259796221645927723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=5259796221645927723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/5259796221645927723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/5259796221645927723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/12/mind-enslavement.html' title='Mind enslavement'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyZ-6IVVsQI/AAAAAAAAAz8/zytrm_W0ddE/s72-c/egoic+mind.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-1269781848315287812</id><published>2009-12-13T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:28:31.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking IN for perfection</title><content type='html'>We are not bodies with brains, I said before. What we are and who we are is beyond our limited brains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyWhqsZ9loI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YAdN5BHsRbI/s1600-h/mind-power.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyWhqsZ9loI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YAdN5BHsRbI/s320/mind-power.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414911881829521026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saying that something is “perfect” can be taken as a sign of arrogance, even more when we are talking about ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;But what we are and who we are is that, just perfect. Perfect, in this sense, doesn’t mean that we are “better” or “superior” than─ It means that we are and have the perfect equipment for accomplishing something thoroughly. In this case, for completing our function in this life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to start from the outside to the inside: body-soul.&lt;br /&gt;“Perfect” is the word that comes to mind when we are witnessing the incredible and elegant design of our human body.&lt;br /&gt;Every single cell designed for an specific function. And the whole number of cells, trillions of cells, working in perfect synchronization to fulfill a single function: keep the body alive and fit. &lt;br /&gt;And even more, there is an engine behind this orchestra. Preceding the slightest task of any cell in the body, the subconscious mind is regulating the function, without our conscious awareness of what is happening. If we had to consciously “direct” every function of our bodies, we will never be able to undertake any other activity. Just commanding our hearts to beat every second would take all our attention inside (and completely unaware of the external world). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think this is a good point to introduce the well known triad of the mind: subconscious, conscious and superconscious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subconscious mind thus, is what takes care of involuntary functions (such as breathing, digesting, producing and liberating hormones, et) as well as immediate (primitive) responses: retrieve our hands from the fire, shiver when cold, sweating when hot, et.The role of the subconscious mind, is than, in short to “take care of our organic business” and granting us free time for more important endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here comes a very good question: if the conscious mind do not take role over the subconscious tasks, than who???&lt;br /&gt;There is enough evidence that this is not so, that involuntary activities are not managed by our conscious efforts. Nevertheless, automatic reactions and functions do take place in our bodies (including the capacity to dream, associative memory and sudden insight)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-1269781848315287812?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1269781848315287812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=1269781848315287812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/1269781848315287812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/1269781848315287812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/12/looking-in-for-perfection.html' title='Looking IN for perfection'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyWhqsZ9loI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YAdN5BHsRbI/s72-c/mind-power.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-3088508494509887503</id><published>2009-12-12T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:09:13.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In pro of evolution. Introductory message</title><content type='html'>Humans as I learned theoretically, in a very systematic way, are an exquisite and complicate existence with different levels of consciousness. We have a material ensemble (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;body&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) constituted of millions of cells functioning harmoniously. We have the same amount of physiological processes, concerted by an ethereal, still enigmatic &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyP1-xMCl0I/AAAAAAAAAzc/QR8Gc2i68rw/s1600-h/human-mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyP1-xMCl0I/AAAAAAAAAzc/QR8Gc2i68rw/s200/human-mind.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414441635734001474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the most ungraspable of all the concepts, the indescribable and ridiculously infinite grounds of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spiritual &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;realm, of which we have been said to belong ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;I could write a full text for the human mind and its disconcerting processes even from a personal experience; but I would never end the study as many scientists in this modern world that are still tapping the very tip of the iceberg. Or better said, still stepping into the abyss of the biggest dark hole on the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyP3hN4lb6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/tCPH-ut7njo/s1600-h/humanbo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyP3hN4lb6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/tCPH-ut7njo/s200/humanbo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414443327064207266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here the riddle becomes impossible to understand; the transformation of human’s most intimate motivations. &lt;br /&gt;And I can come back from this fact, to the personal experience of someone who has a hypothesis. This life is experienced as a burden by almost all. Some pass it unnoticed from time to time, some feel it raw as a recent wound that never heals.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the arduous labor of non stopping investigations, but the number of failures keeps adding. For there are new revolutionary theories; but for a still unknown reason, it fails to fit for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;As if there is a solid, definite struggle within men, among good and bad forces. Movies displays it, every entertainment media broadcasts it, and each single voice in the collective human mass utters it. Unfortunately, the bad is winning followers and the good is being left behind. Or at least, that is what we believe.&lt;br /&gt;I sense there is an urgent need in our planet for a collective, massive awakening. &lt;br /&gt;From our world of delusional dreams of forms and shapes that we grasp, hold and cling on to; to a broader perspective that addresses the most intimate and fundamental questions we all need to answer in order to evolve.&lt;br /&gt;We are not mere bodies with brains.&lt;br /&gt;We do have a body, we do have a brain; but we are none of those.&lt;br /&gt;But knowing this can be disheartening, even traumatic or so depressing for the unprepared mind; that it is better to go on by small steps thru this journey. Once a glimpse of the further shore is taken, the most amazing journey one could ever have is possible: a journey to awareness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-3088508494509887503?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3088508494509887503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=3088508494509887503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3088508494509887503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3088508494509887503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-pro-of-evolution-introductory.html' title='In pro of evolution. Introductory message'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyP1-xMCl0I/AAAAAAAAAzc/QR8Gc2i68rw/s72-c/human-mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-811998055509929684</id><published>2009-12-10T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:24:49.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>those little miracles of life</title><content type='html'>I bet you have witnessed these small miracles that life is performing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Like, that one day you were walking obliviously and when you gazed the sky, there was a shooting star, crossing over the same moment you gazed.&lt;br /&gt;Or, like that moment you were waiting for the rain to stop and once you watched out of your window, there was a rainbow above the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Or even, one day, when you were deeply in love with someone, and when you raised your loving eyes in to the sky, you saw a "heart-shapped" cloud. Or a wonderful full moon, or birds nesting right in your balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life presents us with miracles all the time. All of it.&lt;br /&gt;The trick is, are you looking at them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyFl65lyF7I/AAAAAAAAAzM/ebN2oz9Y0KU/s1600-h/flower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyFl65lyF7I/AAAAAAAAAzM/ebN2oz9Y0KU/s320/flower.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413720289642158002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect "heart-shaped" wild flower blossomed on my backyard. Right from the concrete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-811998055509929684?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/811998055509929684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=811998055509929684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/811998055509929684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/811998055509929684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/12/those-little-miracles-of-life.html' title='those little miracles of life'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyFl65lyF7I/AAAAAAAAAzM/ebN2oz9Y0KU/s72-c/flower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-9178146647556421168</id><published>2009-12-09T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:32:11.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyAGlmOSi_I/AAAAAAAAAzE/AyMxroXmNhI/s1600-h/trees.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyAGlmOSi_I/AAAAAAAAAzE/AyMxroXmNhI/s320/trees.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413333995084745714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living in a city of ever greens.&lt;br /&gt;And being born and raised surrounded by nature, I am very keen on ecologic environments.&lt;br /&gt;To contemplate a garden of trees and flowers is an effective way to do meditation and release the mind of continual activity. So having my private piece of forest, right here in my house is a gift from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you move south of the equator line, the typical vegetation of southamerican countries is diverse and very rich.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy wide spaces of land and structures, where housing can be pleasant and healthy. Greenhouses are a gear of the market and decorating living environments as well as public and private properties, is a growing business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home we always had a prolific garden, typically tropical fruit trees and a collection of wild flowers and all sort of plants from the region. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyAFQ7Z16SI/AAAAAAAAAy0/oPoVk-bYi4o/s1600-h/fruit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyAFQ7Z16SI/AAAAAAAAAy0/oPoVk-bYi4o/s320/fruit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413332540481464610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying simple things is a good way to start showing gratitude for the opportunity of being alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-9178146647556421168?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/9178146647556421168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=9178146647556421168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/9178146647556421168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/9178146647556421168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/12/piece-of-forest.html' title='A piece of forest'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SyAGlmOSi_I/AAAAAAAAAzE/AyMxroXmNhI/s72-c/trees.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-4325304709613659252</id><published>2009-12-08T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:41:27.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is short. What are you paying attention to ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Sx9B0Ly3x0I/AAAAAAAAAyA/itgNgoK05w4/s1600-h/fundamentalquestions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413117641897789250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Sx9B0Ly3x0I/AAAAAAAAAyA/itgNgoK05w4/s400/fundamentalquestions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Can you stop?...in the middle of whatever you are doing right now and ask these questions?&lt;br /&gt;I said, in the “middle of whatever” deliberately. We are used to “do stuff” automatically.&lt;br /&gt;And that includes when we do things because we are supposed to, because we were told to do so or because somebody or everybody is doing so.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of our lives (or in the end, or even in the start) we find ourselves doing something. It can be a life-time career, job, marriage, partnership, parenthood, school or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;And we think, or at least, most of us think, that this is all.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, that LIFE is just this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Our perspective of LIFE, has not changed no matter how old is our race. No wonder why we still keep dragging the same problems.&lt;br /&gt;It has been reduced into “birth, growth, reproduction and death”, as we were taught in old school all over the globe. If not, than why do we study, work, get married and have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;These are the most fundamental activities we all perform, and most of us have not answered the “fundamental questions” yet.&lt;br /&gt;The fundamental activities are the reason why we made our lives sustainable, fair.&lt;br /&gt;But without knowing the “fundamental answers”, our life is not SELF-SUSTAINABLE.&lt;br /&gt;At least, we do not experience it that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And that is why we keep on “doing stuff” in order to sustain ourselves and the ones we made our responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;Because we do not know that we are actually self-sustainable, and that because we do not know who we are, why are we here and what is the meaning and the plan for everything.&lt;br /&gt;We keep &lt;strong&gt;experiencing&lt;/strong&gt; life as a burden, the majority of us do. In one way or another, we are not happy all the time. How could we? if we keep &lt;strong&gt;thinking&lt;/strong&gt; exactly the same way about everything?&lt;br /&gt;So we keep adding “more stuff” to do, achieve, get, produce, etc. in order to be happy enough, or something close to that.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that we do not see the enormous impact of our &lt;strong&gt;cultural&lt;/strong&gt; procedure. We do not see that the reason for a war nearby, starvation over there, social repression farther away, and all kinds of &lt;strong&gt;violence&lt;/strong&gt; around our whole planet is precisely this: we are living without &lt;strong&gt;meaning&lt;/strong&gt;. We are passing thru earth without knowing what we are supposed to do here.&lt;br /&gt;And the sad part is, that we do not care. Or if we do, we do not try. Or if we try, we give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Personally, for the biggest part of my life (that is, since puberty), I have been questioning myself about those fundamental questions.&lt;br /&gt;I was one of those who cared, but did not try and gave up.&lt;br /&gt;Until a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;Until the burden was so unbearable, that I felt as is my life had a life of its own. Weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;Well I was not so mistaken…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-4325304709613659252?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4325304709613659252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=4325304709613659252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4325304709613659252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4325304709613659252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-short-what-are-you-paying.html' title='Life is short. What are you paying attention to ?'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Sx9B0Ly3x0I/AAAAAAAAAyA/itgNgoK05w4/s72-c/fundamentalquestions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-8341140292227552364</id><published>2009-12-07T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:35:38.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you tell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Can you tell WHO YOU ARE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without telling…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Your name&lt;br /&gt;Your gender&lt;br /&gt;Your age&lt;br /&gt;Your nationality&lt;br /&gt;Your race&lt;br /&gt;Your physical appearance&lt;br /&gt;Your personality&lt;br /&gt;Your hobbies&lt;br /&gt;Your income&lt;br /&gt;Your position&lt;br /&gt;Your political standpoint&lt;br /&gt;Your religion or belief&lt;br /&gt;Your professional status&lt;br /&gt;Your occupation&lt;br /&gt;Your marriage status&lt;br /&gt;Your familiar background&lt;br /&gt;Your social and cultural background&lt;br /&gt;Your personal story&lt;br /&gt;Your past&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams and fears&lt;br /&gt;Your achievements and defeats&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Now tell yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Do you know WHO YOU REALLY ARE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-8341140292227552364?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8341140292227552364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=8341140292227552364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8341140292227552364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8341140292227552364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-you-tell.html' title='can you tell?'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-2817760190077918350</id><published>2009-11-26T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:50:14.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collecting laughters 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408474112425719442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Sw7CjMgH9pI/AAAAAAAAAwY/HB6lMdL5KfE/s320/68695116_diGKgS5i.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Laugh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Sw7F4OzmU0I/AAAAAAAAAwg/wdFbXVJl68I/s1600/2499949905_621b542ec3-300x199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408477772356408130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Sw7F4OzmU0I/AAAAAAAAAwg/wdFbXVJl68I/s200/2499949905_621b542ec3-300x199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408478680982755810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Sw7GtHtAGeI/AAAAAAAAAww/vFg9X1Y5ObI/s200/112949167_bea3c70db9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408481245939705538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Sw7JCa6ZJsI/AAAAAAAAAxA/WjmXfA3OAVQ/s200/2317580989_7f99cde951_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it is good for your health...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408483835344546386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Sw7LZJMnalI/AAAAAAAAAxI/QQEo9bPIMm0/s320/risas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408486970466930562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Sw7OPocCj4I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/xW8qTzmY67Q/s200/risa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;for your mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408487975412926194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Sw7PKIJ1hvI/AAAAAAAAAxY/N9L4hMG4uto/s320/copia_risas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for your heart... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408496175679009266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Sw7Wnchn8fI/AAAAAAAAAxo/IhGu2j0E744/s320/lo_gpjOlImage20080414010610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your soul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408488502817505138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Sw7Po044v3I/AAAAAAAAAxg/BA5JdthqlH4/s200/2803197062_77d4dc0a3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;a laugh worth more than a million bucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408497411507971314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Sw7XvYWNZPI/AAAAAAAAAxw/0jjOBD4lipc/s320/koto4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;keep laughing your way thru life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-2817760190077918350?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2817760190077918350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=2817760190077918350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/2817760190077918350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/2817760190077918350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/11/collecting-laughters-2.html' title='Collecting laughters 2'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Sw7CjMgH9pI/AAAAAAAAAwY/HB6lMdL5KfE/s72-c/68695116_diGKgS5i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-3238229727219242719</id><published>2009-11-25T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:28:00.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>have you ever caught up yourself shedding tears silently, or literally sobbing while listening a very emotional music or watching a very touching scene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we sentient beings when we do not show our true feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is shutting our emotions well behind seven chains around our hearts a way to show humanity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys don't cry? seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotions are private property reserved only for girls...hmmm...interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a girl, fair enough to have emotions and show them. But in some societies, not even girls are allowed to do it in public view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh...we humans are the most complex, amazingly interesting and unreserved when coming to use our minds to invent or come up with weird rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be very rigid years ago. Displaying strong emotions in plain sight was not something that will happen. But give me 5 years alone with myself and see in what I became...I am a cry baby now! I confess it, I shed tears easily when something touches a nerve.&lt;br /&gt;And the triggers are of all sort, from music, personal stories to a memory of 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel more in touch with myself being like this. I feel more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more connected to other people's hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(T-E-A-R-S: Tool-for-Every-Animal-to Reach-its-Spirit).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-3238229727219242719?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3238229727219242719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=3238229727219242719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3238229727219242719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3238229727219242719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/11/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-4246641892841465693</id><published>2009-11-22T00:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:15:00.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hints</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Any time you are in doubt...&lt;br /&gt;Any time you need an answer...&lt;br /&gt;Any time you need a guiding light...&lt;br /&gt;Any time you need console...&lt;br /&gt;Any time you need a word of courage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to imagine&lt;br /&gt;Imagine God talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;Not with your mind&lt;br /&gt;Just your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Imagine in the presence of God, the one you always wanted to meet in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;With all his wisdom...&lt;br /&gt;With all his loving way...&lt;br /&gt;With all his understanding of your human condition...&lt;br /&gt;With all his knowledge of your past, present and future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And imagine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine what would God say to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Now you officially met God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-4246641892841465693?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4246641892841465693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=4246641892841465693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4246641892841465693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4246641892841465693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/11/hints.html' title='hints'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-2591520837470412799</id><published>2009-11-13T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:44:38.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>y2k again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I believe that the author of this post and the referral will not bother about taking my freedom to post this message here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My dear friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A Miracle is occurring on the earth right now, and it looks like a continuous calamity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A Miracle is occurring right in front of our faces, and it looks like something is going on behind our backs and catching us off guard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What is occurring is the transformation of our civilization. We are, at last, to become civilized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Civilizations become civilized when it becomes apparent that being uncivilized is simply no longer acceptable, desirable, or sustainable. Civilized behavior emerges spontaneously and civilized characteristics reveal themselves miraculously at times of cataclysm. Disaster calls forth the worst of us and the best of us—and, seeing both in full view, we turn in revulsion from the cruelty of our old Small Selves and move into the full flowering of our better nature and the manifestation of our new Big Selves. Where once we could but crawl, now we are ready to fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is the moment of metamorphosis, the end of the caterpillar, the emerging of the butterfly. What seems a disaster to the former reveals itself as a miracle to the latter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What is occurring on the earth right now is the emerging of a new way to experience life. In a sense, a new life form itself. This miracle of metamorphosis is taking place over many months spanning several years—a period of time which is, in geophysical terms, a single elongated moment. From the perspective of the Universe it is the blink of an eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The moment began in December, 2004 with the tsunami on the Asian rim. It continued in 2005 with hurricanes Katrina and Rita in the United States and Stan in Southern Mexico and Central America. (The incredible 2005 Atlantic hurricane season continues at this writing. With more than a month still left to go in the official 2005 hurricane season, along comes Vince, the 20th named storm of the season and the first tropical cyclone in history to make landfall in Spain.) The moment has made itself manifest again with the earthquake in the Himalayan region of Kashmir, and it appears to be preparing to transcend individual locations and ignore all borders, presenting itself as the clear possibility of a worldwide bird flu pandemic that, if it jumps to humans, could be deadly to millions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In many ways it looks as if our earth is falling apart. There are those who say that these events are evidence of the End Times—that God is wrecking vengeance on the humanity at last for its wickedness. Yet this is not God’s vengeance, but God’s blessing. This is not the Tribulation, but the Transformation. Our earth is not falling apart, but falling together for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Have you noticed? These calamities have brought the world together. America sent its condolences and offered its help when the tsunami devastated Indonesia—a largely Muslim region. Iran sent its condolences and offered its help when Katrina devastated America—a largely Judeo-Christian nation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Many people are dying as this miracle is occurring. No one is dying in vain, and no one is leaving their physical life against their will. All have chosen at a superconscious level to use their lives to allow this miracle to unfold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;All death fuels a miracle. That miracle is called life. Death births life, and makes it possible. All death is, in this way, a gift. Without death, life cannot go on. This is true universally. It is true of a dying star in the heavens, and of a dying plant, animal, or person on the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;All life forms die to form new life. There is no other reason to die, and no one and nothing dies for any reason other than this. Death is therefore not the end of life, but the beginning. No one and nothing that dies fails to continue living, but merely does so in another way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Everyone is a butterfly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Those who go on living in another way, in the spiritual realm, experience the bliss of reunion with God—the Pure Essence of Life, the All In All that is Everything There Is. They then move forward in glory on their evolutionary journey, encountering the wondrous joys that all of us have imagined as heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In every sense, the deaths surrounding these disasters now visiting our planet are a blessing, both to those who have left the earth and to those who remain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This sounds like blasphemy—yet all great truth begins as blasphemy, and every great miracle begins as disaster. It must, for without a disaster, a miracle would not be necessary. (Nor would it even be possible.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Disasters set the stage for miracles, and are part of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;See these days on our earth, therefore, not as Days of Disaster, but as Days of the Divine, expressed. For life informs life about life through the process of life itself, and we are informing ourselves about ourselves, that we might know ourselves as who we really are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is not a time to lose faith, but a time to find it, not a time to hope for a miracle, but a time to perform one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And what miracle, exactly, may we perform? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The miracle of love, brought into physicality through acts of heartfelt giving, through moments of pure service, through times of fervent prayer. This is what we have to offer each other during these world-shaking catastrophes that kill thousands and displace hundreds of thousands and impact millions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Many human beings are already performing these miracles every day. We send our highest thoughts to those in turmoil. We send our gifts to those in need. We meditate and we pray and we hold the world in light. We are seeing ourselves as one family. We experience that we are truly All One. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Humanity is in the process of recreating itself anew, in the next grandest version of the greatest vision ever it had about itself. Upheaval precedes such massive re-creation. As noted, some people will give their present physical lives that humanity as a whole may continue to evolve. We hold in the highest place in the depth of our being those who have done so. We see their higher purpose, and we pledge to honor their gift with a gift of our own: the building of a newer world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We will do this by using our present disasters as deliverances—delivering us from our own ideas of evil, for ours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever, if we will but create it and use it and bestow it upon each other, thus to truly Know God in us, as us, and through us, now and always, and all ways. The world needs you now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The world needs you if you see what is happening in our world in this way. It is time for you to move into Messengership. For not everyone will understand what is occurring and will occur. Not every caterpillar will understand the miracle before emerging from its cocoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You do, now. Therefore bring comfort to the bereaved, help to the afflicted, clarity to the confused, and support to those who would bring understanding to others. Find each other and support each other and join with each other in a global movement to explain the miracle—and to live it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Blesséd be, and journey well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Neale Donald Walsch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-2591520837470412799?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2591520837470412799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=2591520837470412799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/2591520837470412799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/2591520837470412799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/11/y2k-again.html' title='y2k again?'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-8167668709869096201</id><published>2009-11-10T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:14:50.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple directions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Svr9ZMn_sFI/AAAAAAAAAwA/AQhVh1RonV4/s1600-h/celestialdreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402909312311865426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Svr9ZMn_sFI/AAAAAAAAAwA/AQhVh1RonV4/s320/celestialdreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;What we hold deeply in our hearts is the origin of our reality. If it is lack, than lack is exactly what we will create. If it is fear, than exactly what we fear is what we will create.&lt;br /&gt;How easy are the rules?, how simple is actually the designing of our life-hologram?.&lt;br /&gt;And how easy is to dismiss this fact, that the first impulse is always to be suspicious, the second to feed the doubt and the last to bitterly witness the consequences in a complete irresponsible way?.&lt;br /&gt;People fear to be judged as delusional, wishful or daydreamer by the collective society.&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams end in weak attempts to step out from the standards.&lt;br /&gt;We are easily pulled back to “the herd” because we are more willing to forget than to remember who we really are.&lt;br /&gt;We are more willing to invest our efforts in playing our roles of victims and abandoned beings instead of investing it in going counter current.&lt;br /&gt;It is obvious why we do this; we have a cultural heritage of preconditioning to believe like this.&lt;br /&gt;We have been told for centuries, since the stone Age, that we are limited. That we are unworthy, that we are “mere humans”.&lt;br /&gt;So the hypnotic effects of this spell is keeping our brains washed as puppets with feeble strings. So easy to pull and so hard to cut.&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing that beautiful voice melting my ears: play with ideas, thoughts, images and future events. Dream as a toddler fearlessly. That what you use to keep your heart beating joyously with the rhythm of possibilities is exactly what you will experience.&lt;br /&gt;Are there really impossibles now? do you have limits knowing who you really are and what you came for? Is there anything without a solution really?.&lt;br /&gt;When we get to understand the most basic truths about our existences: the meaning and purpose of life, the characteristics of our nature, our origin, the mechanism of life cycles and our factual connection with God, getting lost is impossible anymore!.&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t this exciting than? Life is really exciting when we know we do not have anything to “do”. The “doing” will be done by itself . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402910519041839922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Svr-fcC10zI/AAAAAAAAAwI/BqYl19N70lc/s200/lens2349037_1230185131dream_a_z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is only a matter of “knowing”, just that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-8167668709869096201?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8167668709869096201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=8167668709869096201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8167668709869096201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8167668709869096201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-directions.html' title='Simple directions'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Svr9ZMn_sFI/AAAAAAAAAwA/AQhVh1RonV4/s72-c/celestialdreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-8790043815962288671</id><published>2009-11-09T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T04:45:45.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A shooting star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SvgOEYla_AI/AAAAAAAAAvw/2kielEUeRz0/s1600-h/MichaelJackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402083221512584194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SvgOEYla_AI/AAAAAAAAAvw/2kielEUeRz0/s400/MichaelJackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SvgN29y6USI/AAAAAAAAAvo/RXO0ynknXrU/s1600-h/MichaelJackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;As a big fan, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I went to the cinema yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;A movie has been hitting the tabloids all over the world: a tribute to a life-time career of a man that touched millions of hearts all over the planet.&lt;br /&gt;This is it: the “King of Pop” completed his journey here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;The display of lights, sounds, images and everything one can enjoy in any given concert was not the strongest feature of this documentary.&lt;br /&gt;It was the essence of a human being enjoying what he came to do on earth. It was the passion that everyone got to witness and few get to feel with a regular job.&lt;br /&gt;It was the nurturing effect of “intention” he infused to his performance that left me without words.&lt;br /&gt;And it was the clearer-than-ever message of LOVE and UNITY that Michael Jackson left us before departing.&lt;br /&gt;I said before: we have more Spiritual Masters in this world than what we acknowledge. And some of them are disguised in a very unconventional and even controversial appearance. Our masters, leaders of the new age, are not conventional any more.&lt;br /&gt;Why is that? Well, we have reached the stage of reawakening to our innermost truth.&lt;br /&gt;And that is that we are all dormant masters, leaders, guides, healers.&lt;br /&gt;All of us, each one of us.&lt;br /&gt;I was moved to tears with the rumbling message of urgency that our planet is yelling for awareness. I saw in a short movie these days someone saying we are dangerous, psychopaths. That we are destroying our home and our family blindly and bluntly. And it is true, a time for a complete shift is compelling.&lt;br /&gt;And the same message is passed along from every corner of our planet.&lt;br /&gt;Many are regretting that a great entertainer and musician left us forever. Some regret not being able to assist a live concert of the biggest pop star ever.&lt;br /&gt;We are puzzled with how everything ended up and how MJ left right before restarting his career.&lt;br /&gt;I posted few days ago a writing with some new insights about my thoughts of LIFE and DEATH. And if I reflect the startling departure of a human being that had so much impact on those previous insights, I think I got it.&lt;br /&gt;It has been said that “No one dies before finishing what he/she came to this life time to accomplish”. So we can be joyous instead of depressed every time some one departs.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson is not death, I conclude.&lt;br /&gt;What we perceived of that human being has changed form, that is all. MJ is still alive, and not only in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;But to understand that or even believe it we have to change our conception of everything. Everything we hold as true or false.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe than, life can start to feel as an adventure instead of a burden.&lt;br /&gt;So I was a big fan of Michael Jackson, and I still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SvgNouykWWI/AAAAAAAAAvg/xDgZ7hcZjDQ/s1600-h/michael-jackson-heal-the-world-349831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402082746436966754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SvgNouykWWI/AAAAAAAAAvg/xDgZ7hcZjDQ/s200/michael-jackson-heal-the-world-349831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SvgNbXpjZSI/AAAAAAAAAvY/K3hmoEw1rWU/s1600-h/michael-jackson-heal-the-world-349831.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-8790043815962288671?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8790043815962288671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=8790043815962288671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8790043815962288671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8790043815962288671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/11/shooting-star.html' title='A shooting star'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SvgOEYla_AI/AAAAAAAAAvw/2kielEUeRz0/s72-c/MichaelJackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-9060458438138671900</id><published>2009-11-08T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T04:49:45.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global movements toward change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SvekpG6xBMI/AAAAAAAAAvA/F3PTpGHvq9o/s1600-h/New+Picture+(4).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401967304192885954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SvekpG6xBMI/AAAAAAAAAvA/F3PTpGHvq9o/s400/New+Picture+(4).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SveiTLcdwAI/AAAAAAAAAu4/XoH7lDAMB98/s1600-h/New+Picture+(2).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401964728427593730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SveiTLcdwAI/AAAAAAAAAu4/XoH7lDAMB98/s400/New+Picture+(2).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401961912072215330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 429px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SvefvPtBGyI/AAAAAAAAAuw/ZBnFvfNke94/s400/New+Picture+(3).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-9060458438138671900?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/9060458438138671900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=9060458438138671900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/9060458438138671900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/9060458438138671900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/11/global-movements-toward-change.html' title='Global movements toward change'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SvekpG6xBMI/AAAAAAAAAvA/F3PTpGHvq9o/s72-c/New+Picture+(4).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-691165420247577980</id><published>2009-11-06T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:49:03.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An amazing adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing I know for sure now, whatever happens, life is never going to be boring any more. I understand experientially now, the quality of “amazing adventure” many had described and few understand.&lt;br /&gt;Life is really an amazing adventure, a world of the most unfathomable fantasy ever because of its own nature. I recently got to understand and embrace as true.&lt;br /&gt;There are really infinite possibilities, infinite life times, infinite outcomes, and infinite repetitive cycles that grant us infinite opportunities in an indescribably perfect synchronicity that represents LIFE. That can be a humble attempt to explain the magnificence of a master plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401032391435682242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SvRSWBfnAcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/80hp7rlaZOg/s320/RedPlanetBG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can truly dream of a world of unlimited possibilities when we have no preference at all knowing that anything is achievable at a certain point.&lt;br /&gt;If we all knew that the game is never over, that life goes on continually and cyclically, that everything can be experienced once and again, what to worry about than ? How long could be a life time compared to the tapestry of LIFE? A portion of a second? a flicker of an eye?&lt;br /&gt;This truth surely puts certain conditions of enormous burden and suffering in a different context. Compared with the hologram of our lives, those moments are nothing but a tiny speck in the corner of a star in a wide starry night. Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;A part of our lives that can be lived and relived, or left behind, that can be experienced the same way or different, it is all up to us!. And that is the best part.&lt;br /&gt;Life is an amazingly loving gift, what could match this? What could surpass it?&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have beneath this body, this warmth gratefulness for staying alive. For been able to make it until now to witness what I came to experience from the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-691165420247577980?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/691165420247577980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=691165420247577980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/691165420247577980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/691165420247577980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/11/amazing-adventure.html' title='An amazing adventure'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SvRSWBfnAcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/80hp7rlaZOg/s72-c/RedPlanetBG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-6285094431802601432</id><published>2009-11-04T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:16:24.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I never deeply meditated, how we (that we call our selves the most rational beings) can become irrational so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced a whole display of human nature in few months. And as a scientific interest, concealed by a mere self analysis, I got to understand how far we are yet.&lt;br /&gt;To analyze every corner of our brain processes is like attempting to identify all the celestial bodies on the sky. We are so mysterious; our human condition is so complex and perfectly devised that the gigantic task of chopping it off in understandable pieces is insurmountable.&lt;br /&gt;We can shift in a flicker from one mood to another; we can undo everything we convinced ourselves to believe in no time and vice versa. We do have the inner capacity of acting divinely inspired with the most benevolent and compassionate display of pure love and the same being still has the inner capacity of becoming a monster with unbelievably devilish intentions.&lt;br /&gt;Just pull the right strings and you shall see.&lt;br /&gt;Awareness, meaning spiritual awareness, is not so common now a day.&lt;br /&gt;But we are all feeling the deep within uneasiness, something that just doesn’t feels quite right. And the reason is obvious; we are in the eye of a twister. A huge shake of global proportions that we can intuit as CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of so much outward and inward turmoil it is easy to lose the trail of the road.&lt;br /&gt;The gears have been shifted, the cards are on the table and the aftershocks are pretty strong. It is time now. To take a position of determination over already made decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-6285094431802601432?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6285094431802601432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=6285094431802601432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6285094431802601432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6285094431802601432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-never-deeply-meditated-how-we-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-4488654402666021762</id><published>2009-10-31T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:21:59.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I can say that I have had so many experiences in this year, that it feels as if 10 years passed instead of one. A human can go thru hell without actually dying, a life of no hopes is exactly that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I know now, I have experienced it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A big, huge load have been unloaded from my shoulders. I have never experienced so much inner peace before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And I stay in awe, I stay humble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I know now, I know how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-4488654402666021762?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4488654402666021762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=4488654402666021762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4488654402666021762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4488654402666021762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-can-say-that-i-have-had-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-4012594599339042414</id><published>2009-10-30T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:31:38.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Did you ever dreamed falling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Do you know what happens if you reached the bottom before waking up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And let me tell you: life is never going to be the same anymore...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-4012594599339042414?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4012594599339042414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=4012594599339042414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4012594599339042414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4012594599339042414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2009/10/did-you-ever-dreamed-falling-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-1562718543216334672</id><published>2008-12-26T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T03:27:02.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here we are, standing on the edge of a new year that is coming. Can we hear it now? can we hear the calling for our collective awakening to a new era?&lt;br /&gt;Life is a series of cycles revolving once and again, change is the core. And our human story is about to bring that change in a revolutionary way…we are gazing the future of our unsustainable present, and we are finally waking up.&lt;br /&gt;This year was intense; every human heart could intuit the change in the next corner. War, hunger, and the worldwide financial breakdown, it reached to a point of despair for many and panic for others. But what if we stick to the old saying?: every bad has a good inside?. Can we trust?, can we really trust that something good is going to come up from the circumstances we are living?. I will bet that we can, and the reason is that no other living being has our capacity of believing. We do believe in something that keeps us going, no matter what but we all do.&lt;br /&gt;And the most optimistic between us say that the moment of “external change” will bring finally “internal change” as well. That the external circumstances will end up affecting us from within, in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;That there will be a rearrangement of priorities and that those priorities will start from our spiritual, soul-wise growth instead of our material pursuit of happiness and comfort. That we can grow and finally evolve if this happens is where our hopes are finding another light. So let us start this New Year in the verge of change with a different perspective. Let us start this New Year with a serious, deep meditation of what really matters and find a way to create it.&lt;br /&gt;What really matters?...is it our survival?, our comfortable lives?, our profitable jobs?, our successful careers?, our powerful influences?...what really matters?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-1562718543216334672?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1562718543216334672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=1562718543216334672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/1562718543216334672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/1562718543216334672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-649616061650924967</id><published>2008-11-27T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:44:03.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan is going "green"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-gUIZ52aI/AAAAAAAAArM/MVmgxlNnsFI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-g4i2krXI/AAAAAAAAArU/CwYc5obmVfo/s1600-h/%E5%90%8D%E7%A7%B0%E6%9C%AA%E8%A8%AD%E5%AE%9A+1%E3%81%AE%E3%82%B3%E3%83%94%E3%83%BC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273610581962960242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-g4i2krXI/AAAAAAAAArU/CwYc5obmVfo/s400/%E5%90%8D%E7%A7%B0%E6%9C%AA%E8%A8%AD%E5%AE%9A+1%E3%81%AE%E3%82%B3%E3%83%94%E3%83%BC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just few weeks ago the "garbage disposal system" changed in almost all Japan. New rules, new system for sepparating the garbage and new schedule for the collecting was applied in many municipalities. In the start it can be a nuisance not knowing how, when and what to dispose.&lt;br /&gt;Some people were dumping the garbage in the wrong timing and got a warning, others got so confused that kept the garbage at home for a while (until figured out the right way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the truth is: Japan is displaying all efforts on rising ecologic awareness among its citizens.&lt;br /&gt;We can see from tv commercials, to all kind of programs using different media around the country. I must say: I am amazed and applaud the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;Off course is not a unique and pioneering idea, several contries all over the world are giving serious attention to the ecologic impact of human settlements.&lt;br /&gt;But I will like to talk about the way Japan does it, be it different from other countries or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;First, the classification of garbage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burnable waste&lt;/strong&gt; (moeru gomi) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-a4HW5D7I/AAAAAAAAApc/1IZP11-ctGA/s1600-h/index_kind05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273603977512554418" style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 49px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-a4HW5D7I/AAAAAAAAApc/1IZP11-ctGA/s320/index_kind05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non-burnable waste&lt;/strong&gt;: sprays, aerosol, et (moenai gomi)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-bMLePUUI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Mf0tz5Anao4/s1600-h/index_kind03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273604322214498626" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 49px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-bMLePUUI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Mf0tz5Anao4/s320/index_kind03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Containers, plastic packs, cups, wraps&lt;/strong&gt; (youkihousou, purasuchikkukei) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-bQodJiQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/KdmuKSCoVXE/s1600-h/index_kind04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273604398714030338" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 49px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-bQodJiQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/KdmuKSCoVXE/s320/index_kind04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-b52oL1AI/AAAAAAAAAqE/NJVvNAanXUA/s1600-h/index_kind06.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cans, Glass, Plastic bottle&lt;/strong&gt; (kan, bin, petto botoru) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-bDMNN_aI/AAAAAAAAApk/Gjlup9EGw6M/s1600-h/index_kind01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273604167792721314" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 49px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-bDMNN_aI/AAAAAAAAApk/Gjlup9EGw6M/s320/index_kind01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Large waste&lt;/strong&gt; (sodai gomi) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-bH6ocW7I/AAAAAAAAAps/8hgrgF2lBBY/s1600-h/index_kind02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273604248974416818" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 49px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-bH6ocW7I/AAAAAAAAAps/8hgrgF2lBBY/s320/index_kind02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second, the schedule for garbage collecting: (before 8 am. the scheduled day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Non-burnable, cans and glass, sprays and aerosol, containers and so on are collected twice a month (for example: the 2nd and 4th monday of every month).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Burnable wastes are collected twice a week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And large waste need propper treatment so usually one has to pay a fee for disposal of large wastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Third, every municipality has special garbage bags for every type of garbage and must be disposed in the correct one. They are found at any supermarket or convenience store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-cjiiq2JI/AAAAAAAAAqU/P9DVK76zCoE/s1600-h/index8_img01b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273605823055714450" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-cjiiq2JI/AAAAAAAAAqU/P9DVK76zCoE/s200/index8_img01b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-cnfSQOCI/AAAAAAAAAqc/QljWMJKDhak/s1600-h/index8_img02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273605890901030946" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-cnfSQOCI/AAAAAAAAAqc/QljWMJKDhak/s200/index8_img02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-csv3mCfI/AAAAAAAAAqk/z6HWO2KUCqM/s1600-h/index8_img03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273605981251963378" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-csv3mCfI/AAAAAAAAAqk/z6HWO2KUCqM/s200/index8_img03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-cxBmidBI/AAAAAAAAAqs/OwdFsKQcMs0/s1600-h/index8_img04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273606054731740178" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-cxBmidBI/AAAAAAAAAqs/OwdFsKQcMs0/s200/index8_img04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fourth, the prohibited items: large waste (sodai gomi) are prohibited to be disposed directly in the garbage containers. Every company started recycling the wasted (old, non used) products so they must be contacted for propper disposal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273608055901933250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-elgisTsI/AAAAAAAAArE/FyuoErIsOWc/s400/index_kind07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-649616061650924967?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/649616061650924967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=649616061650924967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/649616061650924967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/649616061650924967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/japan-is-going-green.html' title='Japan is going &quot;green&quot;'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-g4i2krXI/AAAAAAAAArU/CwYc5obmVfo/s72-c/%E5%90%8D%E7%A7%B0%E6%9C%AA%E8%A8%AD%E5%AE%9A+1%E3%81%AE%E3%82%B3%E3%83%94%E3%83%BC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-2725869206690970772</id><published>2008-11-27T22:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:25:36.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE “WHAT-CAN- I- DO” PRINCIPLE</title><content type='html'>I was out for a while, on a trip where I obtained more than a round-fare air ticket, pocket money and commodities. I obtained something I value so much: human wisdom.And it came in tons, at simple and trivial moments, from all sorts of sources and within the soul of such a wonderful team. In repeated single moments, a pure and simple philosophy of life was leaking among many of the presenters.And I started using it in my personal life, I must testify now that it brought a lot of peace and a more relaxed approach to the several moments of turmoil I am passing through. It is a moment of transition for me, the momentum previous to change. I have an inner clock that is similar to everyone, but the difference is that I am more aware of its clicking. And I can sense whenever a change is about to happen.So we all have these issues in our lives, huge changes. Change of environment, moving out, social and familiar challenges, future fears, et. Including the daily amount of worries, small and big we can at a point consider that we are never in harmony. Peace, homeostasis, balance is so hard to attain with the loads of external pressures right?. So I started using a simple principle, something that is a sort of a mantra that can bring tranquility in moments when adrenaline is triggering all the stress reaction.It helps me more, when I think about the conflictive points in my future goals. Whenever I think of the many things I want to achieve for myself. I ask this simple question: what can I do for others?, instead of what can I obtain for my self?. I realized that the more I am concerned with all the possibilities that something goes wrong, the more ineffective I become in solving them and the more obsessed I become about the “bad omen”. And the more I focus on my projects that include reaching every soul in every corner of this world, and aid, help, assist in something; whatever small I could help I become effective, empowered and motivated to persist and never give up.Interesting huh?, lets all try it sometimes. Maybe it could be a hidden engine that ignites the change in all of us, and the world at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273590341824946530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-OeadoIWI/AAAAAAAAApE/5m5c3Sa9Sgg/s320/hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-2725869206690970772?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2725869206690970772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=2725869206690970772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/2725869206690970772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/2725869206690970772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-can-i-do-principle_27.html' title='THE “WHAT-CAN- I- DO” PRINCIPLE'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-OeadoIWI/AAAAAAAAApE/5m5c3Sa9Sgg/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-6474787560605762180</id><published>2008-11-27T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:22:03.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por fin una buena razon para leer el periodico!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Diálogo interreligioso pide tolerancia entre culturas. Conferencia se realizó en Nueva York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;U.N. interfaith conference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/topic/religion-belief/interreligious-dialogue/12024000.topic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.chicagotribune.com/topic/religion-belief/interreligious-dialogue/12024000.topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (for english)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="epigrafe" onclick="abrirVentana()"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SR2RZuHpfXI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Ea9boL_2fvM/s1600-h/interfaith.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-N5R_9OWI/AAAAAAAAAo0/8NYSXcSP188/s1600-h/interfaith.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273589703897856354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-N5R_9OWI/AAAAAAAAAo0/8NYSXcSP188/s320/interfaith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saludo. El rey saudita Abdulá estrecha la mano de un obispo cristiano ortodoxo durante la reunión en la ONUAFP. Nueva YorkUna conferencia sobre el diálogo interreligioso al servicio de la paz culminó ayer en la ONU con una declaración en la que se reafirma el apoyo a la promoción del diálogo y de la tolerancia, así como al respeto de las diferentes culturas y religiones. Los asistentes han "subrayado la importancia de la promoción del diálogo, de la comprensión y de la tolerancia entre seres humanos, así como del respeto de sus distintas creencias, religiones y culturas", señaló en una declaración leída a la prensa el secretario general de la ONU, Ban Ki-moon. También "afirmaron su rechazo del uso de la religión para justificar asesinatos de inocentes y actos de terrorismo, de violencia y coerción, en contradicción directa con la adhesión de todas las religiones a la paz, la justicia y la igualdad".El presidente estadounidense, George W. Bush, dijo ayer en la cita interreligiosa promovida por Arabia Saudita, que la posibilidad de cambiar de religión es un derecho humano fundamental.Bush felicitó a su aliado, el rey saudita Abdulá, por su iniciativa, pero al mismo tiempo planteó un dilema al estricto reino árabe, que tolera solamente la religión islámica en su territorio."La libertad incluye el derecho de cada uno de practicar la religión que quiera", dijo Bush ante los asistentes al encuentro.La conferencia fue convocada para discutir la forma de evitar las divisiones religiosas y sociales que han sido calificadas como ‘choque de civilizaciones’. Los oradores europeos hablaron de la supremacía de los derechos humanos individuales, en discursos que contenían veladas críticas a los gobiernos islámicos. Entretanto, los representantes de los Estados musulmanes se refirieron repetidamente a lo que describen como la intolerancia occidental al Islam.(Una buena noticia para aquellos que deseamos ver un mundo unido y el verdadero sentido de la Globalizacion a un nivel mas humano y efectivo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-6474787560605762180?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6474787560605762180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=6474787560605762180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6474787560605762180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6474787560605762180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/por-fin-una-buena-razon-para-leer-el.html' title='Por fin una buena razon para leer el periodico!'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-N5R_9OWI/AAAAAAAAAo0/8NYSXcSP188/s72-c/interfaith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-8161942600572976850</id><published>2008-11-27T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:18:58.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you going "global"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273588990586409314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-NPwtQUWI/AAAAAAAAAos/0A6f_IrXbcc/s320/globalization.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am about to cross the borders of Japan for the second time this year.Next week I am traveling to China to attend a Future Leaders Retreat, to be held in Beijing for 8 days. The core theme: “Building the Common Good in Asia”.Many people (at least those who know my backgrounds) will inquire me about why me, being a Bolivian, a physician, am going to put my efforts towards Building a Better Asia?. It is not because I am a Japanese descendant (though it was the key). But because coming from a developing country, I want to broaden my mind and cross borders as much as it takes me to reach my own, personal goal in this life.I realized how much focused we are in our countries to only fulfill basic needs. And it is understandable and logic, giving the way we live on the edge.But what about those, who can afford a better comfortable life?. Do we make an effort to assist others to overcome the “basic needs” zone?.Or are we also focused as them in keeping our selves in the “comfort zone” and continue pursuing more without thinking about our neighbors?. These were questions I started to make myself since the moment I was presented to a project. I joined a group of international students who were selected by a Japanese organization, and we knew later that the main purpose of our selection was to get involved in active planning and projection of solutions for the Nikkei community.We made a difference and we are still starting. We have potential and high hopes for bigger impacts and changes in a near future. And without noticing maybe, even unconsciously, we are being prepared and trained to a higher and broader scope.This is what I felt lately, we are learning a lot about leadership and we still don’t know it. We are bridging a gap between a past of non hopes to a future of dreams for a community.Isn’t this exciting?, 5 years ago I was me and my 5 meters of personal space!. I was the doctor, the public health worker, the dreamer.Now I am walking toward this big screen of our Now a Days, and God…I am going global!. I am getting interested and now involved about learning, pursuing information and knowledge of present time’s world issues as I never did before.What do I know about economics?, about politics?, about national security?...honestly, I did not know until I got involved and impelled to learn, to research, to analyze.And yes, it gets more and more interesting and motivating as much as we understand.This is for today, and before my closing a piece of advice: go global, go holistic, and don’t stay in your comfort zone forever. We don’t need too much to learn and get educated, it is jus willingness and a click away…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-8161942600572976850?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8161942600572976850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=8161942600572976850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8161942600572976850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8161942600572976850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-going-global.html' title='Are you going &quot;global&quot;?'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-NPwtQUWI/AAAAAAAAAos/0A6f_IrXbcc/s72-c/globalization.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-1011727577317621628</id><published>2008-11-27T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:17:29.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collecting laughters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-MfqEG0VI/AAAAAAAAAok/BYcJP8mfUiM/s1600-h/laughter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273588164169486674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-MfqEG0VI/AAAAAAAAAok/BYcJP8mfUiM/s320/laughter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-MaiAmMlI/AAAAAAAAAoc/IxChU_DDOrc/s1600-h/wonsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273588076107936338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-MaiAmMlI/AAAAAAAAAoc/IxChU_DDOrc/s320/wonsm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273588007463279490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-MWiSb24I/AAAAAAAAAoU/U6XvX2WwEFQ/s320/laughter_ii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-MSEfhRKI/AAAAAAAAAoM/fuATeyYXjSQ/s1600-h/laughbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273587930745619618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-MSEfhRKI/AAAAAAAAAoM/fuATeyYXjSQ/s320/laughbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-MNry9drI/AAAAAAAAAoE/FPmpgmMMTh4/s1600-h/laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273587855396796082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-MNry9drI/AAAAAAAAAoE/FPmpgmMMTh4/s320/laugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-MIfSLilI/AAAAAAAAAn8/u13P7khiMdQ/s1600-h/kidlaugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273587766138735186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-MIfSLilI/AAAAAAAAAn8/u13P7khiMdQ/s320/kidlaugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-MDJn8sjI/AAAAAAAAAn0/MpEH0V0AKys/s1600-h/hilarious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273587674425111090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-MDJn8sjI/AAAAAAAAAn0/MpEH0V0AKys/s320/hilarious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-L-Ih2eKI/AAAAAAAAAns/oDGwurOa0yQ/s1600-h/elderlaugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273587588231755938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-L-Ih2eKI/AAAAAAAAAns/oDGwurOa0yQ/s320/elderlaugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-L4wgiHBI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Y-mLjj3kNlo/s1600-h/bblaugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273587495884430354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-L4wgiHBI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Y-mLjj3kNlo/s320/bblaugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple*Moments*Impels*Life's*Energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-1011727577317621628?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1011727577317621628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=1011727577317621628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/1011727577317621628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/1011727577317621628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/collecting-laughters.html' title='Collecting laughters'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-MfqEG0VI/AAAAAAAAAok/BYcJP8mfUiM/s72-c/laughter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-3829079315624752118</id><published>2008-11-27T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:10:36.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Our powerful minds”: how much true is in that?.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Quantum Physics Statement on “New Age” ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the majority of people all around the world are familiar with the idea I want to meditate today. But before I “dive in”, I will make use of a resource I found in a book some years ago. This way, I was open to a new perspective by a simple scientific test.If you stare at this picture for a few seconds you will see it facing in a different direction after a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273586111203810386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-KoKK8nFI/AAAAAAAAAnM/BX0iT9v19SM/s200/400px-necker-cube_svg-tm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Necker cube, a clasic visual illusion. The retina perceives it as a 2-D pattern of ink on a background, but the brain “plays” switching its direction as if it was a 3-D cube. My point is that, a “switch of perception” or “change of perspective” is not impossible for our limited human brains. One day we can have an idea, the next we can have a new light over it. And of course, no 2 minds have the same mindset over an identical issue.&lt;br /&gt;With this intro, I will like bringing some reflection over an up to date controversial argument.“The power of our minds”, “The power of thought”, “Believing is achieving”, “The law of attraction”, et. With all the variances it might have, the core concept stays the same.This idea has been following the evolution of human kind, hand in hand.There are several implications, from religious stand points to ethical opinions in the matter. But one thing is clear: believe it or not, is not the issue anymore.Humanity is starting to change its own perspective and attitude towards life it self.If you don’t believe me, just enter this single word in any search engine of your internet provider: God. And you will have a never ending list of sites talking about God, life, human kind, et.So one thing is that we don’t want to acknowledge this reality and another is that it is happening anyway.As for me, a common individual with nothing unusual than a never ending inquirer mind, I have been telling my self about this reality since I can remember.It is not that I agree with everything I hear, I just acknowledge and respect other’s believes. And when something sounds familiar, I get attracted.This way I was dragged in to a Physicist’s Statement that I happen to found few weeks ago. I found my self getting goose bumps, seriously!. Because one thing is believing in what we want to believe, and another is being presented by a scientific proof of it…that changes a lot for someone who has been raised by pragmatic ideas from the very beginnings of a physician’s life like mine.The article titles: Are Quantum Physics and Spirituality related?, written by Ian Thompson from the Physics Department of the University of Surrey, U.K.I will not go on copy-pasting all the article in here, just draw some punctual theories and leave the rest for who ever might be interested in reading it thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The spirit is an essential means in the creation of nature. Nature is not created immediately from the Infinite, but is created by means of the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There is a correspondence between energy and intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Every time any smallest thing evolves in time, we see the same triadic pattern.In the soul: we have celestial, spiritual and spiritual-natural.It is repeated in the mind: we have an interior rational, an exterior natural, and a sensory mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. So intention, understanding and effects produce, and correspond to, energy and wave forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We know that the influx from the heavens is essential for us to even think, to even get our understanding working, and to operate our plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Virtual processes help prepare the kinetic and potential energies, and hence help prepare the tendencies. There are virtual processes appearing even if there is nothing actually happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. According to Swedenborg, if we are in the spiritual world, we know that the space and time in the spiritual world are very flexible, let’s put it that way. Space depends on our mental state and our spiritual state. We know that if two people’s loves are similar, then they are close together in the spiritual world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Energy &gt; wave &gt; event, which corresponds to will, thought and action. The role of energy in the body corresponds to the role of love in the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The role of action events corresponds to decisions in the spirit, which are the effects at the end of the physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The loves which remain with us must be the loves which produce the actual events in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Quantum physics tells us that the things in the world are spread out fields which act in a unified way to give one actual outcome. It because that is the way we are. When humans think, we have an intention which thinks about many different possibilities, and then acts on one of them. That is what life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I was presented and pass again the same theory in our relativistic world. The chain of knowledge and proper education must include open-mindness (if there is such a term like that). Now I might add a final word: is there more than the strictly evident than?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the link for more insights on quantum mechanics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://highermeaning.org/Authors/IJT/QuantumPS-B.html"&gt;http://highermeaning.org/Authors/IJT/QuantumPS-B.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273586302036816482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-KzRFFMmI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Q19ALpZjVgI/s200/quantum_computing_internet_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-3829079315624752118?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3829079315624752118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=3829079315624752118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3829079315624752118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3829079315624752118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-powerful-minds-how-much-true-is-in.html' title='“Our powerful minds”: how much true is in that?.'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS-KoKK8nFI/AAAAAAAAAnM/BX0iT9v19SM/s72-c/400px-necker-cube_svg-tm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-6670590168229891981</id><published>2008-11-27T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:07:07.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultura de lo automatico 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algo que llama la atención desde el momento en que se pone un pie en Japón es el nivel de modernismo.En el momento en que las puertas de desembarque se abren, bajamos del avión con más de 24 horas de insomnio y el efecto puede ser realmente espantoso. Razones no faltan, he aquí mis primeras impresiones cuando llegue hace 4 anos:1. Dónde diablos estoy!?. A veces pienso que la señalización es muestra del nivel de urbanidad de un país; pero en exceso puede causar el efecto contrario.2. No entiendo nada!. Todo lugar público con elevado flujo de visitantes en Japón tiene información doblada al inglés. Sin embargo, refiriendome nuevamente al efecto ensordecedor o enceguecedor del exceso de señales, el nivel de confusión de cualquier pasajero va directamente ligado con su nivel de conciencia (lúcido, abotagado, semi-conciente, etc.)3. Por Dios cuánta gente!, y no solo eso, todos corren para algun lado. Esto, segun mi opinión personal, es una característica propia del japonés: nacen corriendo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273368907033020594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS7FFNlLCLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/xDE1cngRdhc/s320/rush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wow!. Una vez pase la fase de pánico, empece a observer realmente lo que tenía alrededor. La limpieza, organización y estructura del país empezo a abstraerme.Muchos anos después, aún ahora con la rutina de lo cotidiano. No termino de sorprenderme con cada aspecto de este país.Algo que siempre ha llamado mi atención es el nivel de comodidad que adquiere todo ciudadano en Japón. Hoy me voy a referir exclusivamente a las “vending machine”, “máquinas expendedoras” que se encuentran (cuando menos 1) en cada cuadra, alrededor de la gran mayoría de las ciudades de Japon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273369091199796610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS7FP7p9BYI/AAAAAAAAAmU/6KdPHvou16I/s320/coke.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS7F76DeX_I/AAAAAAAAAms/xAyaGA40w5w/s1600-h/ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273369846684213234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS7F76DeX_I/AAAAAAAAAms/xAyaGA40w5w/s320/ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273369403067518290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS7FiFdAzVI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Kro2kkmYvU4/s400/gum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SIB4dPNIyZI/AAAAAAAAARk/gDANmYL1S7A/s1600-h/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SIB4pp96X1I/AAAAAAAAARs/WjAUtayEuQY/s1600-h/ice.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS7GLsyPqmI/AAAAAAAAAm0/jPr8Xp7EOkI/s1600-h/ramen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS7GnY76gCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/YiJlsziDCMQ/s1600-h/ramen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273370593708376098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS7GnY76gCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/YiJlsziDCMQ/s320/ramen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Con una gran diversidad de “contenidos”, su popularidad ha ido bajando con el correr de los años y es por eso que actualmente no logramos avistar aquellos que contenían revistas, videos, frutas, comestibles, juguetes, etc. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SIB5IcafuFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/59ZxwxTxF_s/s1600-h/ramen.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En los resultados de una encuesta popular, entre los objetos que la gente gustaría encontrar en una “máquina expendedora” el numero 1 fue estampillas de correo. Luego medicinas, golosinas, comestibles de toda clase (incluyendo pizza, sushi y fideos japoneses).&lt;br /&gt;Interesante realmente, prácticamente todo esta accesible y con el objeto de “comodizar” una poblacion altamente productiva pero a su vez consumista.&lt;br /&gt;Concluyo mis reflexiones del día en una simple frase: que el exceso de comodidad no sea motivo de automatizar sentimientos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-6670590168229891981?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6670590168229891981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=6670590168229891981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6670590168229891981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6670590168229891981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/cultura-de-lo-automatico-1.html' title='Cultura de lo automatico 1'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS7FFNlLCLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/xDE1cngRdhc/s72-c/rush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-710553957641243872</id><published>2008-11-26T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:07:08.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;We see the direction of our world...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SHI1w4Un0tI/AAAAAAAAAQs/x41jPXTZfJA/s1600-h/strike3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1W34BOvNI/AAAAAAAAAls/sybXZJI3ex4/s1600-h/elderly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1UxKIPAVI/AAAAAAAAAkk/jRAPJoaSxTg/s1600-h/strike3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272963942229934418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1UxKIPAVI/AAAAAAAAAkk/jRAPJoaSxTg/s320/strike3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272964043149028818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1U3CFOLdI/AAAAAAAAAks/MFcLKpfsNa4/s320/strike1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272964275330024770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1VEjBfBUI/AAAAAAAAAk0/GTWb7X4rBZg/s200/317242_santacruz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;...we see millions of sentient beings struggling for a better life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1V2y2kbEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/R28XxnSQuUM/s1600-h/peacekid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272965138572667970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1V2y2kbEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/R28XxnSQuUM/s200/peacekid2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272964785442760130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1ViPV1pcI/AAAAAAAAAlE/_zfW9j6FVc0/s200/peacekid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;and standing here in the face of real life we are shouting: LIFE WAS MEANT TO BE HAPPY!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1WIUJsJAI/AAAAAAAAAlU/3JteXlnEdjM/s1600-h/people.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272965762278331058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1WbGVlkrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/LhtE2Nmnvdg/s320/people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;it only needs willingness. Willingness to put on hold our old thoughts about everything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1W34BOvNI/AAAAAAAAAls/sybXZJI3ex4/s1600-h/elderly.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272966256651058386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1W34BOvNI/AAAAAAAAAls/sybXZJI3ex4/s200/elderly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272966620728107314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1XNET9oTI/AAAAAAAAAl0/opYAuQjsO-A/s200/kids2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;everything including "life's major questions" and explore a new idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SHI3tEcLFkI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QmM1-ijRgDQ/s1600-h/elderly.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;LIFE WAS MEANT TO BE HAPPY...for you, for me, for everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;just that, willingness to test this idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272967193191426482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1XuY52qbI/AAAAAAAAAl8/k0gLcgzYntM/s200/strike2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-710553957641243872?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/710553957641243872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=710553957641243872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/710553957641243872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/710553957641243872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-see-direction-of-our-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1UxKIPAVI/AAAAAAAAAkk/jRAPJoaSxTg/s72-c/strike3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-692554540547968042</id><published>2008-11-26T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:49:48.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy ideas on a sane mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There are many people in this world that assure having experiences beyond "reality".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272962959497000306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1T39KcdXI/AAAAAAAAAkM/X1pVDC7KPu8/s320/starrynight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are evidences in this planet that confirms several paranormal phenomena.&lt;br /&gt;From urban legends to personal reports of Nirvana, these world we are living in is the most paradoxical and enigmatic experience any one could ever have.&lt;br /&gt;In the other hand, there are the extreme skeptics refussing any idea of "extranormal".&lt;br /&gt;There are ordinary people denying extraordinary facts.&lt;br /&gt;...And all the rest of the population is in between.&lt;br /&gt;From here I start my quest, a lifetime trip to the very limits of reality: the limits of our limited brains. And I have many questions, my purpose is finding some answers:&lt;br /&gt;1. Seein is believing? or believing is seeing?.&lt;br /&gt;2. Is that all going on in this world?, just what we can describe or comprehend?, or is it further than that?.&lt;br /&gt;3. Are we making up our lives?. Or is it true that we have fixed plans?, call it destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Here, I live this post with the mystery...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-692554540547968042?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/692554540547968042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=692554540547968042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/692554540547968042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/692554540547968042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/crazy-ideas-on-sane-mind.html' title='Crazy ideas on a sane mind'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1T39KcdXI/AAAAAAAAAkM/X1pVDC7KPu8/s72-c/starrynight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-3636034550372185037</id><published>2008-11-26T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:47:54.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears of joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272962422070365106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1TYrF8y7I/AAAAAAAAAkE/2NkDeeKXDqE/s320/2638sunrise_geese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many souls, beautiful souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are a teacher, living in this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disguised as a heartless skeptical, there she goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a silky white hair and a beautiful rope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many teachers, in this mysterious life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are a teacher in disguise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hidden behind controversy and strikes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Communicating with the divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many light beings, amazing energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are a teacher of simplicity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disguised as a modest man magically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Within wars teaching peacefully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many spirits, spirits of light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are a voice with all your might&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Providing sources of self delight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bringing hope within insight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How wonderful this world became&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The moment I met you I started to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the darkness of my hopeless pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flowing easily, as the unstoppable rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-3636034550372185037?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3636034550372185037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=3636034550372185037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3636034550372185037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3636034550372185037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/tears-of-joy.html' title='Tears of joy'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1TYrF8y7I/AAAAAAAAAkE/2NkDeeKXDqE/s72-c/2638sunrise_geese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-1517682965102942996</id><published>2008-11-26T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:07:08.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>U turn</title><content type='html'>In my mind, all starts like this: desire-hope-dream.&lt;br /&gt;I have made several posts here talking about the power of hope; but after a while I started misbelieveing my own words.I will not go into details to explain the whole process I underwent to become almost a skeptic. But I decided to write this post because I have understood something very interesting about me and my kind.It is true, humans can not live without hope. And it all starts with desire. We want this and that, it is our natural responseto life. Likewise, we dream and built dreams about certain outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;Hope here comes to link our inner dynamics: a desire becomes a dream when we hope to achieve it. Wanting things or outcomes without purpose doesn't built dreams. It is the level of intention we put in to our own desires that turn them in to a dream. And whenever we say we have a dream, it is because we hope and expect that one day it will come true. If we don't have a dream, than we don't hope for it.&lt;br /&gt;The problem here, is that by the way this mental process goes, we make ourselves become attached to certain outcomes. And as we all know, life has so many turns that we never know what will happens the next minute. Thus the possibilities are countless.&lt;br /&gt;What can we do when something appears to be precisely the opposite of what we were dreaming for?, what can we do when even hope can not turn it to our convenience?, what can we do when everything seams so far and unachievable?.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SB_gT2p7dhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_0SJG1qjpzE/s1600-h/rayoflight.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1SbcQPBUI/AAAAAAAAAj8/tFguID1cIXs/s1600-h/rayoflight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272961370114950466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1SbcQPBUI/AAAAAAAAAj8/tFguID1cIXs/s320/rayoflight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is open, and we all can make our own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;But what I believe is that we can try with this: trust.&lt;br /&gt;Trust that whatever happens, it will be the perfect outcome, the one that works better for us in a long term. Trust that even if we can not have a certain outcome precisely the way we dreamed, we will be ok without it. Trust that we will understand with time that things happens for our own personal welfare. And trust that we still have a whole life ahead, and we still can try once and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-1517682965102942996?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1517682965102942996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=1517682965102942996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/1517682965102942996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/1517682965102942996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/u-turn.html' title='U turn'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1SbcQPBUI/AAAAAAAAAj8/tFguID1cIXs/s72-c/rayoflight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-4441975881282530629</id><published>2008-11-26T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:41:04.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just think about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I will not take a long time to make a long post. I will simply reproduce here 2 ideas that I happened to find in a different site I like to visit once in a while: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. LIFE WAS MEANT TO BE HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;2. NOTHING MATTERS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272960301303300146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1RdOnrgDI/AAAAAAAAAjs/NSHIxl_6j_M/s320/plutino2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...that's all, now you can take your time to think about it and draw your own conclusions. Does it moves you? I don't know; but it worths the try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-4441975881282530629?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4441975881282530629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=4441975881282530629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4441975881282530629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4441975881282530629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-think-about-it.html' title='Just think about it'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1RdOnrgDI/AAAAAAAAAjs/NSHIxl_6j_M/s72-c/plutino2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-4837105798591158296</id><published>2008-11-26T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:34:53.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desde Adentro</title><content type='html'>Hace un tiempo que vengo notando cada vez mas frecuente el sentimiento que esta cargando el mundo actual. Muchas veces he sido acudida por personas muy importantes para mi buscando consuelo, orientación o simplemente atención.Pareciera ser que el mundo se ha vuelto sordo, es que ya no nos escuchamos unos a otros?. Y me pregunto porque nos estamos abandonando constantemente?, porque renunciamos tan fácilmente y ya no existe un sincero nivel de compromiso en cualquier tipo de relación interhumana?.Si, soy conciente de que yo soy la primera en alegar nuestra autonomía y no me estoy contradiciendo con esto. Sigo sosteniendo que el mayor problema de nuestro mundo actual es la falta de auto-suficiencia, de auto-confianza.Pero muchas veces lo he dicho así mismo, no es necesario abandonar el mundo y vivir metidos en una cueva alejados de otros seres humanos como perfectos ermitaños por el resto de nuestras vidas.Encontrarnos a nosotros mismos o no perdernos es una de las tareas quizás mas difíciles ya que requiere disciplina y decisión. Dejar de depender y aprender a soltar quizás sea aun mas difícil cuando estamos acostumbrados a aferrarnos a algo.Aceptarnos a nosotros mismos tal como somos y aceptar a otros sin intentar cambiarlos quizás sea un arte. Derivar la necesidad de estímulos externos (incluyendo personas, oportunidades y acontecimientos) hacia nosotros mismos requiere mucha fuerza de voluntad. Y lo que quizás sea el mayor reto del mundo actual: confiar, creer y mantener la fe ante todo.Estos son puntos muy objetivos que constituyen mi crecimiento personal. Metas que aun me encuentro en proceso de cumplir y quizás me lleve una vida entera, no lo se.De porque lo hago?, creo que viendo como estamos es suficiente razón. Estoy agotada de vivir la misma experiencia limitada a simples estándares sociales.Y creo, confío y finalmente se que hay mucho mas allá ocurriendo en mi vida de lo estrictamente aparente.Solo que siendo una sola célula, la humanidad entera; lo queramos o no nos afectamos unos a otros. Y el sentido de convivencia sana y de comunión en armonía esta alcanzando un nivel de imperiosa necesidad.Todo porque nos vemos tan diferentes y nos creemos tan superiores o inferiores. Todo porque no nos vemos en el mismo nivel y con las mismas características. Todo porque juramos que nada de lo que hacemos produce consecuencia alguna en el mundo en general. Todo porque vivimos temiendo y odiando. Todo porque creemos que debemos competir unos contra otros. Todo porque no sabemos lo que significa compartir. Todo porque seguimos dejando al amor de ultimo. Todo porque nuestras prioridades son netamente materiales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272959042949964626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1QT-43Y1I/AAAAAAAAAjc/vRMhohcDbIE/s200/cold.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-4837105798591158296?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4837105798591158296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=4837105798591158296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4837105798591158296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4837105798591158296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/desde-adentro.html' title='Desde Adentro'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SS1QT-43Y1I/AAAAAAAAAjc/vRMhohcDbIE/s72-c/cold.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-342652171308300937</id><published>2008-11-24T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:07:09.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read it, Try it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Long time without writing, it is nice to be here again. Today, I will introduce another book I’m still reading in the present: “The magic of believing” by Claude M. Bristol.I strongly recommend it as “heavy stuff” for inquiring minds.This book was published in 1948, may be it’s the oldest book I ever came to read but I must say: oldies are good!.For the first time also, I woke up to the idea that all this “New Age” global movement was never new. All the ideas, set of believes, insights and amazing wisdom many of us so much enjoy now a days are ancient indeed.The theories of “the power of our minds”, “the power of believing”, “the law of attraction”, “the power of dreams” and so on are as ancient as the history of humanity.This book points out a very known fact: in every historical era there wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Rx8QrMCZELI/AAAAAAAAANc/uYw_78DQp3I/s1600-h/LDV.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;s always a very selected group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSuguWTEszI/AAAAAAAAAjE/vvJw3x9aA1I/s1600-h/LDV.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272484506887303986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSuguWTEszI/AAAAAAAAAjE/vvJw3x9aA1I/s320/LDV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; of “illuminated minds” that held a powerful knowledge.A knowledge that acted as the primary impulse to build empires, to conquest lands, to make wonderful inventions and in short: to take all humankind to its present modern times. A knowledge that made the man to land on the moon, to find every physical law that governs our galaxy, to improve science, economics, arts and technology to a never imagined level.A knowledge that far from being only for privileged minds; is so abundant that we all came to life with it: our powerful minds.The problem here is the same that humankind faced in p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSug_Xr1MnI/AAAAAAAAAjU/KRFjatFAFOg/s1600-h/Pillar8-Thought-and-Art-Vitruvian-Man-Leonardo-da-Vinci.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272484799317357170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSug_Xr1MnI/AAAAAAAAAjU/KRFjatFAFOg/s200/Pillar8-Thought-and-Art-Vitruvian-Man-Leonardo-da-Vinci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ast times. If Newton didn’t tell us about the law of gravity, we will never have known that there was such a thing and our history will have been very different from the present (just think about how will be travelling without airplanes). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/Rx8QScCZEKI/AAAAAAAAANU/8OwRgC3xgjk/s1600-h/Pillar8-Thought-and-Art-Vitruvian-Man-Leonardo-da-Vinci.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If we don’t know about the existence of something we will never use it. And sometimes that is what we do when we deny something, we so firmly do it that it can disappear from our minds literally and if sustained even from the environment it self.Or the opposite: as with religious faith and the so known miraculous happenings. When somebody holds a sustained believe in something, no matter how impossible; it starts to make its way through every “mysterious channel” until it pops out.Anyway, if you are on the road looking incessantly for a new understanding and are never satisfied with the plain “facts” of our cultural history, I would urge you to do the same as me: research for it and answers will come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-342652171308300937?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/342652171308300937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=342652171308300937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/342652171308300937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/342652171308300937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/read-it-try-it.html' title='Read it, Try it'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSuguWTEszI/AAAAAAAAAjE/vvJw3x9aA1I/s72-c/LDV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-5873263299644789591</id><published>2008-11-21T01:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:12:34.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ7HGcR3dI/AAAAAAAAAi0/_UOGCT-ermg/s1600-h/EvoLife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271035775802269138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ7HGcR3dI/AAAAAAAAAi0/_UOGCT-ermg/s320/EvoLife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw in a local broadcasting this other night a show that made me think: Japan is starting a social movement to awaken it citizens. The show titled as my post: What is life?.It was grossly divided in 3 sections: birth, growth and dead.Hence, covered a sort of ‘academic’ program from the very origin of life till the end of it self. But more than simply putting as academic, it was a humanistic way of seeing this marvellous conundrum we call LIFE.I must add; as usual I was taken aback with the contents. It made me sight, than cry and finally meditate. Beautiful, really good job! I will applaud.What I extracted from this ‘experience’:Scientifically speaking, where did life started?: The sea. So after all, we did came from the sea (I recommend here to watch this movie “The Lady In The Water” if you want to understand what I mean).First living forms: unicellular, bacteria. Than fish/reptiles/birds/mammals.Mammals/primates/humanThan came a opportune question: Why only earth is populated? Favourable conditions must exist in balance.Why did I came into so many details?. Well, something that even for being a physician I didn’t take in account:During pregnancy: all the process is repeated. The foetus live literally surrounded by water. It starts as a single cell and after several stages it becomes a mammal. Also the same conditions must exist in balance. In the case of humans, after birth the baby crawls from 4 feet to the final erected position of 2 feet.Other interesting point: during embryonic stage all animal forms are the same (including humans), so on simple eye is difficult to differentiate between one and the other!. This is another supporting proof of our now a days breakthrough theory: We are one. We are the same, come from the same, go through the same ‘stages’ and finally become essentially: the same and everything starts again…Wow!!!!, this was my final comment that night, and also for today: wow!!!. We must be humble and grateful to be here, as witnesses and protagonists of this terrific process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271035875572596194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ7M6HYPeI/AAAAAAAAAi8/bOYq-s8krc0/s320/fertilization.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-5873263299644789591?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/5873263299644789591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=5873263299644789591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/5873263299644789591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/5873263299644789591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-life.html' title='What is life?'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ7HGcR3dI/AAAAAAAAAi0/_UOGCT-ermg/s72-c/EvoLife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-6436751135782755086</id><published>2008-11-21T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:09:06.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again (and it's the zillionth time)</title><content type='html'>This morning I was watching the news after a very long time of withdrawing from it and boom! I was regretting once again: apparently there was a peaceful protest over economic hardship and political repression in Myanmar, southeast Asia. Mainly monks and civils were in large numbers imposing their voice intensely; and "without a reason" the police started shooting. I just wonder if there should be a reason after all to kill another human being; but this was too much. And we keep on saying: enough!, that was the last but it doesn't shows any signs of improvement. Our world is at stake.I said earlier this month that it is preferable to avoid this kind of news; but not every time or nobody will care at last. So I decided to write about it, show my deep disgust and try to transmit a message of "peace for the world" to whoever read this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271035219271508162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ6mtNAYMI/AAAAAAAAAis/ZQC4ggp2mNE/s320/myanmar%5B1%5D.650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-6436751135782755086?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6436751135782755086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=6436751135782755086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6436751135782755086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6436751135782755086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/again-and-its-zillionth-time.html' title='Again (and it&apos;s the zillionth time)'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ6mtNAYMI/AAAAAAAAAis/ZQC4ggp2mNE/s72-c/myanmar%5B1%5D.650' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-8203633800903497265</id><published>2008-11-21T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:07:09.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dios En la Mira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ya ni se como empezar a escribir lo que vine a escribir, las ideas se me atropellan. Haré un enorme esfuerzo por calibrar mi excitación y expresar con palabras, desenredando las emociones encontradas.Empecemos por intentar descifrar el impacto de la primera plana de las noticias recientes: un ser humano demando a juicio a Dios.Soy yo o es que esta sola frase despierta la necesidad de reflexión?. Espero que no sea así ya que las dimensiones de este hecho aislado son de gran implicancia. Afectan a la manera en que concebimos nuestras existencias, rebaten nuestros credos e ideologías, nos hace preguntarnos una vez mas las “preguntas prohibidas”. Quien es Dios?, que relación tenemos con el?, cual es el propósito el objetivo final de nuestras existencias?.Rebatí mucho?, saque demasiadas conclusiones apresuradas?...será así entonces pero el mundo es libre, al menos el mío lo es en cuestión de expresión.Entre el momento en que la noticia me encontró en el sopor de mi anestesiada tarde y el momento en que despertó una reacción súbita pasaron minutos. La noticia causo sobresalto con efecto retardado. Solo que ahora ya no se me sale de la cabeza, por lo irónico y a la vez natural que puede ser en este mundo alzar “un puño al cielo”.Recuerdo que hace unos años atrás una “predicción” que no recuerdo bien de donde surgió causo un revuelo mundial; la idea del FIN DEL MUNDO, el famoso Apocalipsis. Oh si!, ahora lo recuerdo, se trataba de las predicciones de la Virgen de Fátima.No olvido el terror que me causo la primera vez que supe a tierna edad que el mundo “podía acabarse”, y lo que es peor; no seria un final feliz. Estuve 1 mes entero sin querer dormir por el temor a despertar entre llamas, lamentos y torturas inimaginables. Y eso, que mis “pecados” a esa edad no pasarían de mentiras blancas o rebelión innata.Viendo ahora lo que este ser humano pretende hacer, una imagen salto en mi cabeza: la idea del Juicio Final pero en vez de que sea Dios el Juez; esta vez lo seria la humanidad. Al menos eso es lo que dice la Biblia, el Coran y otros “libros sagrados” de las religiones fundamentales: “en el día final cada alma humana ira a juicio y será condenada a arder por la eternidad o elevada al cielo”. Esta será "la hora en que todos los que estén en los sepulcros oirán su voz y los que hayan hecho el bien resucitarán para la vida, y los que hayan hecho el mal, para la condenación" (Jn 5, 28-29).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/RvdgosCZECI/AAAAAAAAAMU/s9CXzJK9rvE/s1600-h/judgementd.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271034644536133074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ6FQJahdI/AAAAAAAAAik/a8gacxvbIyw/s320/judgementd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y ahora me pregunto, si Dios fuese a juicio (ensayemos la idea) en que “bando” me pondría?, como se dividiría la humanidad?, entre los denunciantes y los intercesores.Interesante, realmente “conmocionante” la idea.Y es muy cierto, es uno de los momentos mas visitados por todo ser humano: cuantos no nos hemos encontrado con una tragedia, con desastres naturales y un sinnúmero de devastadoras experiencias y nos hemos vuelto mirando al cielo (o a donde sea que toque) reclamando con ira, dolor, frustración: porque???. Cuantos no nos hemos visto terriblemente “solos en escena” y hemos buscado en el limite de nuestra fe: donde esta Dios???. Comprendo…comprendo porque yo lo he hecho mas de una vez.Pero realmente podemos acusar a Dios?, o demandarlo?. Será cierto que Dios es el promotor?, el autor inteligente y material del caos en que esta terminando nuestro mundo?. Porque lo haría?...Si hago uso de una analogía diría lo siguiente: si fuésemos maestros de una obra perfecta, porque habríamos de desbaratarla?. Si como padres asistimos con un amor infinito el crecimiento y bienestar de nuestros hijos, seriamos capaces de destruirles la vida después?.Y si decidimos, si llegamos a la conclusión de que no es Dios, es el ser humano. Es el resultado del impacto ecológico, es el efecto del calentamiento global, es la violencia humana, el terrorismo, la injusta diferencia de clases etc. Entonces otra cuestionante inmediatamente sale a flote: y porque Dios lo permite?, porque Dios no nos detiene?.Si como padres corregimos a nuestros hijos, porque Dios no nos corrige?...Será que tiene que ver con la libertad incondicional?, será que algo no comprendemos aun?, será que somos libres de “hacer nuestra vida un chaleco” y chaleco la estamos haciendo?. Será que nada nos va a detener?...o será que si? O será que quien nos detenga es el que vemos en el espejo cada mañana al despertar?, no seremos nosotros mismos?. No será que los únicos responsables tanto de las causas como de tomar medidas para corregir las consecuencias somos nosotros mismos?. Un padre sabio aplica este mismo principio con sus hijos. O quizás el problema sea precisamente ese: estamos corrigiéndonos unos a otros, estamos tomando medidas pertinentes y provisorias. Pero lo estamos haciendo con violencia, con represión, con bombas, con químicos, con guerras.Estamos curando con enfermedad, tratando violencia con más violencia, “ojo por ojo”…Definitivamente estamos demostrando señales de no tener ni la más mínima idea de cómo “arreglar los platos rotos”. Y en nuestra desesperación no lo vemos, en nuestro frenético y sin tino “intento” por solucionar estamos creando más problema.Cual es la solución?, creo que esta claro para mi y para muchos. “Con odio no se soluciona lo que con amor se creó”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-8203633800903497265?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8203633800903497265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=8203633800903497265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8203633800903497265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8203633800903497265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/dios-en-la-mira.html' title='Dios En la Mira'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ6FQJahdI/AAAAAAAAAik/a8gacxvbIyw/s72-c/judgementd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-6943751396627895146</id><published>2008-11-21T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:05:21.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep the Line!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don’t think I’m the only one who has ever felt misunderstood or not comprehended. I have said many times, words are the worst media of expression of “emotional states” or “soul-made insights” ever. And I guess that once you start feeling “out of this world” or having a “different perspective”, the misunderstandings become even worst.I notice this more and more with time, how people can make me stumble over my own words. But I guess I’m not someone “easy to understand” sometimes, and actually very often I can arise some “suspicion”. Like literally jumping on one foot is something so odd now a day. And people use to ask me: has “something good” happened lately?. As if being happy must have a very particular reason; or even worst, it is happenstance.We are still so “outer aimed” that finding inner happiness can become a real challenge.Do you ever feel like this?, happy for “no special” reason and feel inadequate or weird in other people eyes?. I still don’t understand why we have to be “so real” and “ground put”.We don’t see what we are doing, but we are creating a world where being unhappy and depressed is the standard. And being insanely happy is just that: insane.If you think I’m exaggerating just think about this: one day I witnessed a conversation between 2 friends. One looked very joyful and said that she was feeling really good and didn’t know why. With a frown and concerned face the friend inquired: are you ok?...(and I couldn’t help but burst in to laughter, it was so ironic).But this is something very natural: whenever we are distressed or upset we don’t feel like listening to someone being happier or cheerful. Something inside claims for compassion or better saying: empathy. We want to feel supported and protected. But we must remember: mourning over one’s hardships is ok but not so over doing it. I mean, feel bad be honest to your self and stay behind the line until you feel better. But don’t “chop out wings”, don’t “kill dreams” or “washout cheerful feelings” just because you don’t feel specially in the mood. Any way, next time try this: I’m feeling fantastic! how about that? and guess what more?? I DON’T HAVE A SPECIAL REASON to feel in my “7th heaven”. People will freak out with this utterance I know, they will keep thinking: why???...there must be a special reason…But it is good to shake this world from it’s ground from time to time, just for the very pleasure to teach a new way of living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271034258675442562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ5uytDo4I/AAAAAAAAAic/GJl0mHbmK_U/s320/herd-of-sheep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-6943751396627895146?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6943751396627895146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=6943751396627895146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6943751396627895146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6943751396627895146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/keep-line.html' title='Keep the Line!'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ5uytDo4I/AAAAAAAAAic/GJl0mHbmK_U/s72-c/herd-of-sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-6164553048038913178</id><published>2008-11-21T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:07:10.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demanda Sin Precedentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271033711363171682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ5O7zpJWI/AAAAAAAAAiU/FXKsi-gvpqI/s320/%25E5%2590%258D%25E7%25A7%25B0%25E6%259C%25AA%25E8%25A8%25AD%25E5%25AE%259A-1%2B%25E3%2582%25B3%25E3%2583%2594%25E3%2583%25BC.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy el mundo desperto sobresaltado con una noticia que muchos creiamos sucedia solo en las peliculas. Una demanda de juicio sin precedentes: Un senador vs...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada menos que?.... (agarren bien sus asientos no se vayan a caer...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dios!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si!, un senador en EE.UU. decidio despertar al mundo con la primicia mas insolita de este nuevo siglo. No soy abogada, no se de leyes asi que mi pobre y escueta termonologia me la van a tener que disculpar; pero cuando vi esta noticia en el periodico "online" de mi ciudad me quede asi: ?!!!Estoy por un lado sumamente sobresaltada por lo sorpresivo, insolito, inusual e inverosimil del hecho de que un "ser humano" haya levantado un dedo y apuntara a Dios sin menor reparo. Y lo que es mas! demanda su presencia en el estrado y lo hizo publico en todos los canales de noticia del mundo entero!. Y asi fue escrito:Los "cargos"?: causante "de espantosas inundaciones, egregios terremotos, horrendos huracanes, terroríficos tornados, perniciosas plagas, feroces hambrunas, devastadoras sequías, y guerras genocidas".&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/RvDnZ6HnSNI/AAAAAAAAALE/dvGZ5hU6aWI/s1600-h/eldeber.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Todas estas&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ4hijghkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/MMEO1eqSWzw/s1600-h/againstGod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271032931490498114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ4hijghkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/MMEO1eqSWzw/s320/againstGod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "nefastas catástrofes" han provocado "muertes generalizadas, destrucciones y ha aterrorizado a millones y millones de habitantes de la tierra, incluido bebes inocentes, niños, ancianos y enfermos, sin ninguna distinción".Con todo ello, "&lt;strong&gt;el demandado no ha demostrado ni compasion ni remordimiento&lt;/strong&gt;" y no contento con ello, incluso ha proclamado que "reirá cuando las calamidades ocurran".Para Chambers, que ocupa un asiento en el Senado de Nebraska desde 1970, "la conducta pasada y la historia del demandado hace ver que &lt;strong&gt;sus amenazas terroríficas son creíbles&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"....y ahora Dios es acusado de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"terrorista"&lt;/span&gt;???.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No voy a hacer ningun comentario hoy dia, ya tengo demasiado que meditar con semejante avalancha causada por "otro ser humano" en otro rincon del mundo. Wow!!!! esto si que se puso heavy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-6164553048038913178?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6164553048038913178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=6164553048038913178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6164553048038913178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6164553048038913178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/demanda-sin-precedentes.html' title='Demanda Sin Precedentes'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ5O7zpJWI/AAAAAAAAAiU/FXKsi-gvpqI/s72-c/%25E5%2590%258D%25E7%25A7%25B0%25E6%259C%25AA%25E8%25A8%25AD%25E5%25AE%259A-1%2B%25E3%2582%25B3%25E3%2583%2594%25E3%2583%25BC.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-4119195076107387637</id><published>2008-11-21T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:56:57.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood Shifters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ3o17EELI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Lqk8wt4l1Vw/s1600-h/watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271031957437026482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ3o17EELI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Lqk8wt4l1Vw/s200/watch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read about this idea in a psychology book years ago, and again in the same book I wrote about the other day. It says: “how important is for you to feel good to attract more good in to your own life”. Or also: “when you feel bad you keep creating more reasons to feel bad about”.So what is a “mood shifter”?; as the phrase says it: something you can use to “shift gears”, to change your state of being, to modify your mood.Using mood shifters is something we do even without noticing: just think about the times you are feeling down-hearted. If you are still in your senses you will try anything to uplift your mood, like watching a comedy movie or reading a magazine of jokes. Or the times we are worried, we try to occupy our minds with something that keeps us away from it.I will start with a brief list of my own, and maybe whoever is reading this could try one of them:1. Singing in the shower.2. Lighting candles and taking a hot bath. 3. Cooking.4. Watching a comedy and laughing out loud.5. Dancing or listening to music.6. Memories: one of the best mood shifters are the memories of the most hilarious moments I can remember.7. The “ABCdary game”: a game that I made up. It’s simple: starting from A to Z, think any “positive” word. E.g.: A-dventure, B-elieve, C-reation, etc. I have tried it in English, Spanish and even Japanese! (of course I can’t go too far with the last one…)8. Carrying a picture of a landscape with me all times. I got this idea from a movie.9. Reading a book.10. Writing.11. Going for a walk.12. Painting.So I want to know what people do to “shift their moods”. It will be great to share some insights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-4119195076107387637?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4119195076107387637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=4119195076107387637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4119195076107387637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4119195076107387637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/mood-shifters.html' title='Mood Shifters'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ3o17EELI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Lqk8wt4l1Vw/s72-c/watch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-4737773140503288635</id><published>2008-11-21T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:54:35.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken soup for the soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ3QWFlUHI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Jl6Qo0Ar3vU/s1600-h/chicken+soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271031536574353522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ3QWFlUHI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Jl6Qo0Ar3vU/s320/chicken+soup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este es el titulo de uno de los libros de auto ayuda mas vendidos en el mundo.Y pareciera ser que el mundo entero esta en una búsqueda incesante, existen miles de libros de este estilo. Recetas para encontrar la felicidad, desde aquellos que subestiman la inteligencia del lector presentando las clásicas “reglas para la felicidad” que pretenden hacernos creer que con unas cuantas frases nos iluminan la existencia.Existen otros, sujetos a una nueva corriente orientada a “encontrar la felicidad interior”. Libros que despiertan la curiosidad, que incitan a la meditación, que depositan una duda de profundas implicancias.No existe una sola “receta” que se ajuste a todos concluyo. Pero si creo en algo: la felicidad no es un resultado, no es reacción, no es consecuencia.La felicidad, como decía un renombrado autor: es un estado de la mente.Con esto, no creo tampoco que debamos a renunciar a todos los placeres mundanos y meternos a un estado catatónico de meditación Zen por el resto de nuestras vidas.Pero lo que deseo recalcar es lo peligroso que puede llegar a ser vivir “dirigidos hacia fuera”. Vivir esperando que sea el mundo y sus estímulos transitorios el que nos haga felices.Mi idea es que para ser auténticamente felices debemos ser honestos. Aceptar que lo queramos o no, este mundo nos afecta. Pero podemos, si que podemos hacernos a un lado y no seguir al rebaño.Podemos encontrar en cada uno de nosotros aquella sabiduría dormida durante anos. Podemos encontrar en cada uno de nosotros nuestro “chicken soup for the soul”, nuestra “receta perfecta”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-4737773140503288635?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4737773140503288635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=4737773140503288635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4737773140503288635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/4737773140503288635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/chicken-soup-for-soul.html' title='Chicken soup for the soul'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ3QWFlUHI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Jl6Qo0Ar3vU/s72-c/chicken+soup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-3308325758262671226</id><published>2008-11-21T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:53:06.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware Of What You “Eat”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was reading the entries from a blog I use to visit lately, an author that laid some deep roots on my way of thinking.The discussion was open about a subject that I like to meditate: the huge influence that exerts the world at large in our individual existences.He was pointing to something that made me think: beware of everything you “swallow" from this world, was told in short.Every ordinary human being, without an advanced knowledge can by nature decide what is good and what is not for his/her own body. We know, for example; what kind of food is suitable for us to eat, how much and when. Our bodies give the sign of “hungry”, “yummy” and “full” naturally. The problem arises when we stop listening to our inner voice and start eating whenever we please, whatever we find and how much we “can bear”.Now, if we have that “natural call” inside what happens with the other things we use to “eat” from this world?. What about the kind of things we watch, hear, and read?.Aren’t they also part of the natural needs we have as reactive and receptive beings?.We don’t really care about that right?, I didn’t. Until one day that I noticed that reading the news papers and watching horror movies were the actual reason of my constant swing of moods.I won’t lie, I still read the news but at least I avoid the “crime and blood-stained” sessions. Many will tell me, hey the world is like that! and that is right. But if I can keep my mind in peace while I’m trying to find solutions instead of drowning in the drama, I will do whatever it takes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271031112444333586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ23qFGzhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/_gNyVGAD3Ko/s320/peaceful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-3308325758262671226?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3308325758262671226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=3308325758262671226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3308325758262671226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3308325758262671226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/beware-of-what-you-eat.html' title='Beware Of What You “Eat”'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ23qFGzhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/_gNyVGAD3Ko/s72-c/peaceful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-5897961532823635729</id><published>2008-11-21T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:50:21.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>Some time ago I read a book from where I borrowed its title for this post. It is a book from the same writer that gave me the most liberating book I ever read when I was a kid: Richard Bach, the book from my childhood was John Livingstone Seagull.This second book, “One”, talk about a very profound wisdom that I got to hear several times afterward. We are all one, is what our very essence as human beings can be explained in 4 words.I know it can sound very esoteric, but let’s move forward and try to understand:We, each one of us, are made from the “insides to the outsides” by the same kind of matter. At a cellular level, we share more than 90% of the same DNA so we are literally built by the same “flesh and bone”.Going even further, at soul level if you please, we are made by the same molecules, atoms, and strings of energy that make our innermost environment an amazing net of connection without boundaries between our bodies and everything that surrounds us.So why, may you answer me?, why do we feel so disconnected from everyone and everything that comprises our living world?. Why do we feel so lonely sometimes?, why do we feel so marginalized and distant many times?. What is worst even, why do we feel so different that we claim our individuality as superiority over others?.We say, don’t we?: my life has nothing to do with other people’s lives. My decisions and the consequences of them don’t make any hurt to others. What happens in the world right now, all the killing and the violence doesn’t have to be with me.That’s the way the majority thinks.But then I got a flash idea today, did you think what happens when we fall in love?. We feel deeply connected and identified toward someone that was a “mere stranger” before, is that not right?. So that’s it, LOVE IS THE GLUE. Love is what get us “glued” at soul level with each other. But actually is not like that, we are already “glued” (if we accept what I said lines before), we are all one.So what love makes us, is actually become aware of what is so. LOVE IS THE REMINDER, I must conclude; the reminder of our unity at soul level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271030324441909074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ2JyisB1I/AAAAAAAAAhU/b8f_jlBKldU/s320/one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-5897961532823635729?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/5897961532823635729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=5897961532823635729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/5897961532823635729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/5897961532823635729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSZ2JyisB1I/AAAAAAAAAhU/b8f_jlBKldU/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-6489636087181906904</id><published>2008-11-20T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:07:10.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trotamundos</title><content type='html'>Hace 3 años ya que vivo en Japón, y cada vez que deseo darle forma al relato de mi experiencia me siento frustrada, es como intentar meter “un elefante en un refrigerador”.Siendo que mis raíces son bolivianas, la sangre la tengo mezclada con esta sociedad. He logrado identificarme en algunas actitudes y perspectivas; pero en otras no las comprendo. Algo que siempre digo, se puede adaptar aceptando a otros sin necesidad de estar siempre de acuerdo con ellos. He intentado este tiempo de no criticar demasiado, estaría mintiendo si digo que nunca juzgo ni critico; pero es algo que en lo posible intento evitar. Y la razón es que es inútil hacerlo, ya que lo que a mi me puede parecer molesto o extraño, para otros es lo que mandan los estándares sociales.Estando acá pude ver que lo que en un principio me tomo adaptarme, lo mismo le sucede a todo aquel que sale de sus 2 metros cuadrados de espacio personal. Ni que hablar ya de cuando se cruzan fronteras y océanos.En fin, de acá en adelante periódicamente tomare algún tema cualquiera y relatare mis vivencias desde una perspectiva mas personal que colectiva. Así que voy a hablar por mi misma. Se que opiniones divergentes siempre las habrán, para eso existe la variedad en nuestro mundo.Hoy empiezo con algo que hace poco me llamo la atención. Estaba caminando por una calle en pleno centro de Kobe un día domingo por la tarde. Día domingo es en general “día de compras”, “día de salir”, “día en familia” para muchos japoneses.Como es de esperarse las calles están atestadas de gente que caminan en todas direcciones casi codo a codo.Pasé por un mercado, se supone que es la zona mas transitada y aparenta cobrar vida con tanto movimiento. En ese preciso momento recordé lo que era un domingo por la mañana, caminando en Santa Cruz en pleno mercado “Los Pozos”, o el que fuera. Es una experiencia sui géneris, y pareciera ser muy propia de los pueblos latinos: los mercados tiene un “alma borracha”, a gentío, caos y estímulos sensoriales por doquier. El bullicio suele ser ensordecedor, una mezcla de griterío de venteros y clientes, cumbia chicha y reggaeton en las tiendas de música pirateada, bocinazos y toda clase de improperios pronunciados sin el menor recato entre callecitas que no se sabe si es para la gente, para los animales o para los autos.El colorido es otra característica, desde los toldos de lona, los millones de artículos de toda clase y uso, las “decoraciones” con colores chillones que gritan desde 4 esquinas mas allá, y las fruteras que se “estacionan” donde les place pero que colaboran con el vivificante panorama. El rubí de las manzanas, el esmeralda de las uvas, el ébano del guapurú. Y luego viene el que en mi experiencia personal logra “clavarse” en la memoria mejor que cualquiera: los olores. Y no hablemos de esos que parecen una bofetada al apetito (que por cierto nunca faltan), hablemos de esos que vienen a “alborotarnos las tripas” como decimos en mi ciudad. Cuando se trata de comida, para mí la experiencia del aroma es como un desfile de deliciosas sensaciones que llegan a estimular mas allá del apetito. Un chicharrón bien aromático me puede alzar el estado anímico!, no es broma. Olor a café batido por la mañana, mejor despertador que el gallinero del vecino. Y ni que hablar de la comidita hecha en casa…dicen que los humanos tenemos algo de perros…y me refiero al olfato, ojo. Y es que hay estudios que revelan la capacidad que tienen ciertos aromas a quedarse grabados en nuestro subconsciente como recuerdos muy vívidos así pasen años.En fin, aquel día caminando por otro mercado más del mundo, me tope con la enorme diferencia. He aquí mis impresiones:&lt;br /&gt;Tanto orden!. A pesar del gentío, en general un aire a orden se filtraba entre líneas. No se puede llamar caos a semejante “exceso” de respeto por el “territorio ajeno”.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/RrMDSx3biiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WrVZDtYCQMc/s1600-h/mercado1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que limpieza!. Y me da pena admitirlo; pero es cierto: algunos de nuestros mercados son un asalto a la salud pública.&lt;br /&gt;Lo del orden, por un lado me dejo fascinada; pero por el otro con “sabor a poco”. Será costumbre; pero para que mentir que la falta de colores disparatados, así provoquen migrañas, me produjo nostalgia. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUz2lG8W0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/omDm7tcve10/s1600-h/mercado1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270675951674219330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUz2lG8W0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/omDm7tcve10/s320/mercado1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo mas llamativo: que silencio!. Y digo llamativo, porque mientras iba caminando me “estacioné” a un lado de la calle con el solo propósito de observar el gentío hasta donde alcanzaba mi miope mirada. Y para la cantidad de gente que había la sensación de “poco volumen” me pareció muy extraña. Noté que la gente conversaba animadamente pero no “a gritos”, como mi tímpano tiene bien acostumbrado a oír.Tampoco se escucha por toda la cuadra el último CD mas vendido. Música a todo volumen jamás he oído a no ser que sea en lugares específicos. No en la calle, e incluso muy rara vez en los carros al punto de que si lo escucho me sorprende.No estoy segura que tocar la bocina sea prohibido en Japón; pero parece ser también una de las normas de urbanidad no hacerlo. No se escuchan las clásicas “peleas del tráfico”, y es mas, ni una sola vez en 3 anos he visto conductores vociferando toda clase de apelativos en plena calle.&lt;br /&gt;Otra muy peculiar: la falta, casi absoluta de aromas. Y no porque falte comida, restaurantes y puestos al aire libre. Habían y precisamente eso despertó mi curiosidad. La razón aun sigue siendo un misterio para mí, incluso llegue a “fisgonear” los restaurantes buscando un “monstruoso” extractor que se llevara todos los aromas; pero no encontre una explicación que me dejara satisfecha. Y la comida es bastante variada, hay toda clase de exquisiteces, así que no se podría deducir que la falta de aroma les robe el sabor…extraño…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-6489636087181906904?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6489636087181906904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=6489636087181906904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6489636087181906904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6489636087181906904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/trotamundos.html' title='Trotamundos'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUz2lG8W0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/omDm7tcve10/s72-c/mercado1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-7096681418027065191</id><published>2008-11-20T01:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:53:02.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yo-ísmo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No pidas flores si primero sembraste espinas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No esperes compasión si eres cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No esperes cariño si nunca lo entregas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No esperes amor si solo eres orgullo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No esperes soluciones si solo acumulas problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No esperes oportunidades si no sabes decidir.No pidas perdón si solo lastimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No esperes compañía si siempre eres el que abandona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No pidas tiempo si no sabes invertirlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No anheles conocimiento si no te esfuerzas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No demandes fructíferas relaciones si eres egoísta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No exijas comprensión si nunca eres honesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No esperes la eternidad si solo eres momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;“Por que la vida solo nos dará tan solo lo que ofrezcamos primero.”… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-7096681418027065191?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7096681418027065191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=7096681418027065191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/7096681418027065191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/7096681418027065191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/yo-smo.html' title='&quot;Yo-ísmo&quot;'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-8406052790576330424</id><published>2008-11-20T01:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:10:53.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fly high"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270674158804913378" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUyOOJlzOI/AAAAAAAAAgk/x_c4CoGbZ4g/s320/jls.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 182px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a bird-soul, with soft feathers and strong wingsI could see the entire world from above, but I can’t anymoreOne day I forgot how to fly…can’t remember howIt was the day I fell in love and decided to stay on earthI spent my best days with my soul mate feeling so wholeI hoped that the beauty of her eyes would be there alwaysThat the softness of her chest would comfort me foreverThat the minutes never become hours, the hours never become daysThat what we had never ended and that eternity could be possibleI am a bird-soul who forgot how to flyIn the midst of passion I forgot myselfI forgot how to love when I learned about fearFear of losing, fear of becoming lonely againI renounced to freedom and forgot how to fly…can’t remember howIn the moment of my breakthrough I gave up life as wellWhen I learned that the most I refused the most I lostAnd there I stayed in the shore, waiting for the next wave to drag me inI was drowning in salty water, was it the sea or my tears?…I am a bird-soul, who in the last moment of life remembered againWhen I saw God in the deep end of the ocean waiting for meHe took me in his arms and dried my wings with so much loveWhispered in my ear: “go back to life and fly high my dearFor no tragedy happened here, you just learned to loveBut remember, that loving never means restrictingThat loving never means dependingLoving never means giving up yourselfGo back and live fully, love wholly and be joyous&lt;br /&gt;For no tragedy happened here, once you learn that loving is letting go”…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003333; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270673416574777218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUxjBIIt4I/AAAAAAAAAgc/guuRi3tXIik/s320/juansalvadorgaviota.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-8406052790576330424?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8406052790576330424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=8406052790576330424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8406052790576330424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8406052790576330424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/fly-high.html' title='&quot;Fly high&quot;'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUyOOJlzOI/AAAAAAAAAgk/x_c4CoGbZ4g/s72-c/jls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-7882514435064303210</id><published>2008-11-20T01:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:42:32.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the first time I walked into an Art Museum, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUv98WSo8I/AAAAAAAAAfs/REluzErh_ME/s1600-h/glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the feeling has not &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270672173169990658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUwapFVXAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/laT4LnplzYI/s200/glass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;changed: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;absolutely and sheer peace. When I was a little kid I used to have a very peculiar liking for my age: museums.And throughout my adolescence I remember that I always took the chance to go from time to time to the part I liked the most of my city: downtown, what we call "El Casco viejo" in Santa Cruz. A place where the main Municipal Museum was built.I used to go there to find shelter, it was like “a calling” in moments of hardships or turmoil. And that was how it became into my sanctuary, where the time I was investing was solely for me.A few years ago, with more than 2 decades of existence I found my self living a completely different life from the former, far away from my home country. And “the calling” still came, so I decided to wander through the streets of Tokyo until I found the National Museum of Western Art in Ueno district.I devoted that day 3 full hours looking over the whole place without a rush. I stopped to observe in detail every sculpture, every canvas separately.And I saw there, with an amateur eye and without too much knowledge of Art, nor even the biography of those painters their life depicted in masterpieces.An interesting thing happened: I saw my own life reflected in every piece of them.It was like if my soul could comprehend beyond the limits of my mind, the motives and the emotional situation in the moment that the paint and art were created. I guess that if anyone spent 3 hours in a place like this could feel it too.Anyway, in a personal opinion I think that paintings reflect more emotions and spiritual states than any other expression media. At least it fits my own way of being. I do not use to show my paintings to anyone, even less in any circumstance. And I use to give my humble creations rarely; but when I do it I’m sharing my inner world with the person that receives it.So going back to that day in Tokyo, I saw myself depicted in many of those paintings. My own emotional state jumped from the contemplation of “Miro” and “Picasso”, through the tranquillity in “Renoir” and “Van Gogh”, until the exhilaration of “Signag” and “Pollack”.I saw my own times of deep meditation in “The Thinker” of “Rodin” until my moments of major tribulation in “Max Ernst”.And suddenly, I felt understood and consoled, once I noticed that the very creators of those pieces were humans as me. And that just like me, they lived and expressed the same “spiritual states”, or “emotional moments” that we all had experienced in any given time.So that day, after getting out from my personal sanctuary, I felt more human, ordinary and connected with the world.Another “opening moment” I received from this country I was so afraid of in the beginning…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270672479849521490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUwsfjboVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HicRy64rOLg/s200/thinker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-7882514435064303210?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7882514435064303210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=7882514435064303210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/7882514435064303210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/7882514435064303210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-sanctuary.html' title='My Sanctuary'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUwapFVXAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/laT4LnplzYI/s72-c/glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-721487224297894515</id><published>2008-11-20T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:12:52.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Give Up Hope, Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUu9MTLKzI/AAAAAAAAAfc/vSi9-nTQDE8/s1600-h/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270670567715580722" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUu9MTLKzI/AAAAAAAAAfc/vSi9-nTQDE8/s320/candle.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 237px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;“Because anyone who stands alone in this world is standing up for all humankind”I raise my voice for the first time, feeling so lonely but not afraid anymore. For every soul that is suffering in every corner of my home, need to be heard clearly and conclusively.We are all one, never separate never alone. Planet earth is our home and humankind our family.There you are, my dear unknown friend…suffering alone in darkness, I hear you.There you go, bare feet without strength to ask for a piece of bread, starving while others discard food with no sense. I see you.There you stay, wandering through the streets of a modern city, with no clothes to wear and no hopes for a change. I feel you.There you live, surrounded by people and feeling so lonely, trying so hard to keep the faith for a better tomorrow. I know.There you stumble, from one arms to another feeling so cold. You were trying to fill the emptiness inside, you didn’t know better. I understand you.There you are, watery eyes gazing at the starry night waiting for someone who never came. Feeling so dumped and used. I support you.There you go, making an enormous effort to stay self composed while thousand tears find its way through your soul. I feel you my dear.There you live, believing the unbelievable, creating the incredible, seeing what others swear doesn’t exist. I believe you.There you stay, freezing in panic and no resources to move on. Bearing with unbearable sorrow all the damage this world caused you. I console you sweetheart.And I can’t stand all the pain this world is showing, I can’t bear all the sorrow I feel knowing how many live and die alone, how many starve and get sick, how many cry and shout and no one listens. My soul cries so loud, that I can’t get over it.And all the tears I have shed from the first time I saw myself in the eyes of an abandoned child are almost creating another ocean to this planet.But even when my arms are weary to reach out, my soul is so beaten from all the days I trusted and didn’t receive, even when the light is so dim we cannot see it…I still believe, and trust, and hope.I believe that tears will become into laughter, loneliness into a shared life, illness into health, sorrow into joy, pain into consolation, hunger into fullness, emptiness into enlightenment, violence into piece, war and terrorism into humbleness, death into everlasting life.For all our shared sorrows are going to be heard and if just a single soul can listen than we will not be alone anymore. If we could light up a stadium starting with just one match, there is still hope. Never give up hope, never.And I will go through this world keeping the faith for a better world until the last ounce of my strength. And I will find every dream come true, mine and everyone else’s as well. And we will find what we have been searching for so long: love. And I will start right now: I love you my dear, I don’t know you but I sincerely do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270670645174782402" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUvBs24ycI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ewbYXW3qPNQ/s320/cryingangel.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-721487224297894515?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/721487224297894515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=721487224297894515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/721487224297894515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/721487224297894515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/never-give-up-hope-never.html' title='Never Give Up Hope, Never'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUu9MTLKzI/AAAAAAAAAfc/vSi9-nTQDE8/s72-c/candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-2385492509764834577</id><published>2008-11-20T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:27:16.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If that primordial thought, the original idea that gave foundations to the History of humankind was simply not accurate?.That 1rst. thought that became feeling, then emotion and end up being the root of our deeds: doubt, fear, panic…violence, solitude, poverty, depression.What if that was never necessary?, if there was never a reason to doubt in the first place?.If everything we see is the simple reflection of our beliefs, if the illusion became so obvious that not a single human being could denied it in the last corner of this planet?.We have created a History so different from the original sketch, turning our own home into the very hell, our family into mere strangers or enemies.A History, based until the cellular level in negative thoughts. A big, huge lie that we all, one way or another, sustain as the plain Truth.Isn’t that what we are uttering every time?; that in the end we are nothing but simple limited beings out of resources, and that we cannot do better?.Well what if that’s wrong?, what if the true was that the world we are living in, was created by our selves completely?, as individually as collectively?.Will we be capable to reverse the enormous effect?, how will we react if we discovered one day that it is and ever was in our own hands?.Truth never gives up. I have hated it thousand of times, I have denied it, resisted it. And why?, because “the awakening” was usually abrupt.I have had to be violently shaken almost every time, not a sweet experience. I have had to overcome separations, break-ups, and sudden solitude on stage. So after a painful interlude, acknowledge that I still make the same mistakes and I have a lot yet to walk.I can’t remember anymore how many times I have said the same: I hate to be right sometimes!. And it is because I easily turn premonitions into catastrophes and true Greek tragedies. I have even put it a name: me and my mortal gun, my mind.But I always complain: God! I appear to like all the drama!, why do I enjoy ironically the suffering and my role of martyr?.Who in his sane mind wish to live drowning in drama?, no one!. But that is precisely what we do every time we raise our hands, just so we can say: I knew!...What is the reason to that low image of our own lives?, why do we expect so little and please with even less?.Why do we find thousand reasons to discard every human encounter?. Why is it that every time we fall in love and love with all our might the first thing we think is that it wont last?.Why every time we are being happiest we can’t help but anticipate the end?.Why life has to be so harsh and that’s the plain truth, that's the way it is?.Why every time we feel vigorous and healthy, we cannot help but presage illness?.Why if you laugh today you will cry tomorrow?.Why is that everything that started well, end up bad?.Why is that God loves us but punishes us cruelly?Why do we live like this, why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270668702395574930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUtQncOqpI/AAAAAAAAAfM/RUcHJgyZ8mg/s320/earth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-2385492509764834577?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2385492509764834577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=2385492509764834577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/2385492509764834577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/2385492509764834577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUtQncOqpI/AAAAAAAAAfM/RUcHJgyZ8mg/s72-c/earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-7009920108643581467</id><published>2008-11-20T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:25:01.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270668266883278018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUs3RCAZMI/AAAAAAAAAfE/7lTmrl-OhUg/s320/estetoscopio_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soy medico de profesión. Que significa eso?...Siempre me formulo la misma pregunta cada vez que un colega se presenta en público. Incluso yo lo hago formalmente; pero creo que la sola frase se siente fría como el hielo. No, no me conformo con el “sabor a poco” de una introducción tan impersonal:Soy medico si; pero no solo de profesión. No me dedico a curar enfermedades o a tratar pacientes puramente. Es en realidad parte de mi naturaleza, es tendencia.Más de una década atrás, cuando desconocía la diferencia entre mi “carótida” y mi “yugular”, podría afirmar que igualmente desconocía la diferencia entre “profesión” y “vocación”.Al poco tiempo de “estrenarme” como medico tratante fue que todo empezó a aclararse.Y descubrí que ni el cansancio físico, ni la extrema presión de una responsabilidad compleja lograban borrarme la exaltación de un día exitoso.Y pase con los años de definir el éxito como puras metas inmediatas cumplidas a cabalidad, a definir el éxito como un día en que sentí que el esfuerzo me hizo sentir útil como ser humano.Pase de indulgir mi ego con un “diagnostico acertado” o un “tratamiento exitoso”, a alivianar la enorme carga de sufrimiento en un ser humano en desgracia y a sentirme en un nivel de igualdad con el solo hecho de ponerme en su lugar.Deje de lado el consejo mas común en el “mundo medico”, y empecé a tomar la relación con mis pacientes en un sentido mas personal, al descubrir que todos somos lo mismo y que mas imperfectos nos volvemos mientras mas perfectos nos creemos.Soy medico, desde que tome la decisión de dedicar mi vida a luchar por el bienestar social, desde que asumí que no encuentro mayor motivación que el conectarme profundamente con mis semejantes.Soy medico y hace 2 años que no ejercía mi profesión, y fue así que descubrí finalmente que soy medico; pero no solo de profesión.Y que existen mil formas de aliviar el dolor, hacer más llevadera la enfermedad y devolver las ganas de vivir. Y finalmente, que todo el conocimiento, la experiencia y disposición de tecnología no son suficientes cuando se carece de algo indispensable: corazón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-7009920108643581467?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7009920108643581467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=7009920108643581467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/7009920108643581467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/7009920108643581467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/latidos.html' title='Latidos'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUs3RCAZMI/AAAAAAAAAfE/7lTmrl-OhUg/s72-c/estetoscopio_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-7188476105376076961</id><published>2008-11-20T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:19:13.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando ves la perfeccion</title><content type='html'>Es muy cierto, todo sucede con una finalidad.He tocado este tema muchas veces, mas parece que de eso se trata. Caer en la misma conclusión todo el tiempo, repetirla para no caer en el olvido.Vine de tan lejos a este pais, millas a traves del mar, con un proposito que se me habia escapado a la conciencia.No habia notado de que se trataba realmente, hasta 3 años después, hasta mil circunstancias después.No hice conciente el verdadero objetivo hasta que de pronto “todo encajó”, perfectamente.No habia visto la perfección, hasta que me enfrenté con mi propia imperfección.Hasta que noté cuanto me falta por recorrer y cuanto tiempo permaneci en el sopor de un despertar que no llegaba.Hoy lo veo, hoy veo que realmente todo y todos somos perfectos. Que el tiempo, las circunstancias y los motivos llegan en el momento y lugar mas adecuados.Que podemos pasar una vida entera perdiéndonos la vida misma, es tan facil caer en la “ilusion de la realidad”.Es tan facil ser jueces, es facil pasarnos largos periodos (asi sea la vida entera) hallando defectos.Somos tan expertos en esto, nos creemos verdaderos maestros ensenando la imperfección en todo lo que nos rodea.No note cuanto tiempo venia haciendolo: quejas y criticas, intolerancia y soberbia, ingratitud y negligencia…cuanto tiempo desperdicie.Pero cuando lo ves, cuando ves la perfeccion…la vida no vuelve a ser la misma, nunca mas…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-7188476105376076961?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7188476105376076961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=7188476105376076961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/7188476105376076961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/7188476105376076961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/cuando-ves-la-perfeccion.html' title='Cuando ves la perfeccion'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-6013929019719760927</id><published>2008-11-20T01:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:18:16.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUrN1vIC-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/pQwk9IDyuNY/s1600-h/humankind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270666455670066146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUrN1vIC-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/pQwk9IDyuNY/s320/humankind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La raza humana, cuanto años tiene nuestra historia de existencia?.Estamos entrando a un periodo jamas soñado, o una simple ilusion a los ojos de nuestras antiguas civilizaciones. Y hasta ahora continuamos explorando las huellas de nuestro pasado: somos milenarios, o mejor dicho “millon-arios”?.Actualmente, con las circunstancias que vivimos, pareciera ser que es la voz comun de las masas: estamos perdiéndonos. Ya son muchos los que no creen, los que olvidaron los especiales que somos.Son demasiados los que inescrupulosamente cometen atrocidades inimaginables en contra de un congénere. Basta con 1 min. del canal de noticia, y en cualquier parte del mundo alguien exclama: Dios, qué nos esta pasando??...Porqué??, porqué hemos olvidado cuanto significa, cuanto valen nuestras vidas en conjunto?. Porqué hemos olvidado lo maravillosamente especiales y unicos que somos por el solo hecho de tener una capacidad tan exclusiva: expresar amor en su forma mas pura e incondicional.Cuan increíbles podemos ser?, que somos capaces de crear magia en el preciso momento de sentir amor?.Somos capaces de crear momentos unicos, de transformar vidas, de sembrar esperanza, producir alegria, borrar lagrimas y provocar sonrisas, motivación, fe.Podemos ser maestros, guias, aliviar el dolor, curar la enfermedad, levantar el mas caido, traer luz al mundo entero con solo desearlo. No somos increíbles acaso?, no podemos superar las expectativas?.Tanta ceguera, tantos invalidos emocionales. Que desperdicio…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-6013929019719760927?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6013929019719760927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=6013929019719760927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6013929019719760927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6013929019719760927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/somos.html' title='Somos'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUrN1vIC-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/pQwk9IDyuNY/s72-c/humankind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-2005954874357176862</id><published>2008-11-20T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:16:18.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it coming?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;“Something told me one day: do not condemn…”I was walking back home, listening to the sound of my own steps resounding in the night.“Another night alone”, I said to myself and my first reaction was to complain: why???.But in the same time, that inner voice made me step back and avoid the “catharsis of complains” that dwells in an unknown corner of my soul.Many times I have wondered the same, once and again. Many times hurt, or angry: is it possible that one day people will agree about something so fundamental?. About what really matters in our lives?.Why do we always impose limits to our coexistence?, why does it seams that differences never end?, and worst of all: they become reasons of frequent separations and falling apart?. Why do we build walls, boundaries that separate us from each other?.Why can’t we learn to get along in spite of our differences?, in short.And very deep inside I started to accept: I can’t condemn.I can’t blame others, (even more those I love the most) for not understanding something that I did.I can’t blame others for believing that love is the last in the list.That achieving a goal, being successful, and being popular and powerful is more important than being compassionate, patient and loving.That a juicy wage, a lucrative job and a degree hanging on a wall are more important than a smile, giving back hope and lifting someone.Can I really condemn?...I can’t!.I can’t because that will limit the freedom of others to find their own truth.I can’t even when what I believe resounds as right. I can’t when my perspective is different, and I know that it can take more than this life to “get it”.I just can accept and trust that one day, a really close day, we will overcome those walls and we will meet ourselves in the eyes of each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270665978897894642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUqyFnyDPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/XUXi4hHpIbE/s320/blurr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-2005954874357176862?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2005954874357176862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=2005954874357176862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/2005954874357176862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/2005954874357176862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-coming.html' title='Is it coming?'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUqyFnyDPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/XUXi4hHpIbE/s72-c/blurr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-6253063861357426329</id><published>2008-11-20T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:07:12.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturaleza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguna vez has visto la luna después de que paso un huracán?.Un día miércoles, una tarde como cualquier otra, estaba inmersa en mis ocupaciones diarias.Me encontraba entre un consultorio y otro, trasladando papeles, cintas de video, ciento y tantos reportes de pacientes. Cuando había logrado reunir los datos de mi proyecto, la tarde caía y exhausta me “desparrame” en el sillón. Tomando una merienda, escuche el silbido del viento afuera y no pude contener la risotada al compararlo con esas películas de terror que me provocaban pesadillas de pequeña.Pero el viento empezó a soplar ta&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUpql7TZuI/AAAAAAAAAek/OVYvddrZ6q0/s1600-h/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270664750619125474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUpql7TZuI/AAAAAAAAAek/OVYvddrZ6q0/s320/storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n fuerte que termino sacudiendo las persianas y haciendo volar papeles por todas partes. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/RpB7n_veN3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/nfZa6HA9G_U/s1600-h/stormã®ã‚³ãƒ”ãƒ¼.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fue entonces que sentí esa corazonada que me hizo ponerme de pie, acomodar todo y salir en retirada más temprano de lo usual.Afuera el cielo estaba encapotado y en el horizonte los relámpagos preludiaban una tormenta.Luego de una larga noche, daban cerca de las 2 a.m. Y el viento continuaba soplando; pero lo peor ya había pasado. Me recosté en el balcón a recibir el fresco del viento. Y cuando mire al cielo…Oh Dios! , estaba tan diáfano: las estrellas más brillantes y visibles que nunca, y la luna…tan hermosa y transparente, iluminándome en ese momento en que estaba en tinieblas.Viendo la silueta de esa enigmática que tanto me atrae; allá, flotando en el cielo como si nada hubiese pasado…la idea fluyo espontánea.No se como, ni de donde; pero me encanta esta inspiración que arremete en el momento menos sospechado. Y es que precisamente me encuentro más de una vez sumergida en ese ciclo de apatía y sueno en despierta que tanto aborrezco.En fin, la idea vino como esto:Si el cielo se despeja completamente de toda polución, quedando tan diáfano y permitiendo ver sus encantos; esas esferas celestes girando en nuestra galaxia después de ser agitado por un fenómeno natural. No sucederá lo mismo en nuestras vidas personales?, acá en los que vivimos con los pies sobre este planeta?.No será que aquellos momentos que llamamos catástrofes, desgracias personales, eventos dolorosos, actúan como huracanes en nuestras vidas?.Aquellos agentes agresivos, que vienen a robarnos la calma y la alegría, aquellos momentos inesperados que nos borran la sonrisa y nos cubren de lágrimas los ojos sin previo aviso.No actuaran como huracanes que sacuden nuestras bases, vuelan por los cielos nuestra quietud, confunden nuestras decisiones y al final; cuando todo pasa y viene la calma…no será que quedamos diáfanos?. Cuando todo es superado, aceptado y perdonado…no será que empezamos a brillar mas que antes?, iluminando incluso la oscuridad de otros.Y voy a ir mas allá incluso: que sucede en el momento en que una tormenta se avecina?. Unos corren a resguardarse, paraguas en mano toman sus precauciones. Otros simplemente continúan con su rutina, y otros vuelven a casa mas temprano de lo usual. No repetimos estas mismas acciones, a manera de simple comparación metafórica, cuando nos vemos de frente a una circunstancia personal?.Y cuando el huracán atraviesa la ciudad, unos se esconden en sus casas preocupados por los danos posteriores, otros se aseguran de que no vaya a haber daño alguno, y otros continúan despreocupados haciendo alguna actividad distractiva, y otros incluso; aprecian la oportunidad de un día diferente en casa.Si lo vemos reflejado al plano personal, a nuestros mundos y vidas emocionales. No hay similitudes?, muchos reaccionamos prácticamente de manera idéntica a nuestros “huracanes personales”. Ahora, el que “quedemos despejados”, “diáfanos” e incluso logremos expresar con mayor certeza lo mejor de cada uno, dependerá de cómo reaccionamos precisamente.“Unos continuaran dormidos, otros ya no podrán dormir mas estando despiertos por fin”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270665270144682322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUqI1T2SVI/AAAAAAAAAes/dHhM2lgADU0/s320/freedom.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-6253063861357426329?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6253063861357426329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=6253063861357426329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6253063861357426329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/6253063861357426329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/naturaleza.html' title='Naturaleza'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUpql7TZuI/AAAAAAAAAek/OVYvddrZ6q0/s72-c/storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-3722849466284977965</id><published>2008-11-20T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:09:36.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natsu</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270663774006994114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUoxvw05MI/AAAAAAAAAeM/OzPyzmXRJ2I/s320/tampopo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No me había dado cuenta realmente cuanto me gusta el verano. Decir eso en Japón, es estar un poco “fuera de sus cabales”. Y es que el verano aquí es sinónimo de lluvias, calores vaporosos y temperaturas casi intolerables.Sin embargo, también es sinónimo de cielo azul y despejado, atardeceres ámbar y noches estrelladas.Y fue precisamente observando ese cielo de día, como si el mar se hubiese volcado y durmiera sus aguas en el firmamento que me encontré sonriendo sin esfuerzo.Y fue observando un atardecer, estallando con una gama multicolor en degrade. Desde el púrpura hasta un tenue rosa, que me encontré reconectando piezas de mi pasado entre suspiros de pura gratitud.Y fue así que una noche de verano alce la mirada y me encontré bajo un firmamento estrellado, y supe con total paz interior que todo va a estar bien...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270664113309848946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUpFfw7lXI/AAAAAAAAAec/e4pPTULSpss/s320/dsc_0573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-3722849466284977965?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3722849466284977965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=3722849466284977965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3722849466284977965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/3722849466284977965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/natsu.html' title='Natsu'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUoxvw05MI/AAAAAAAAAeM/OzPyzmXRJ2I/s72-c/tampopo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-8763374166847191735</id><published>2008-11-20T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:05:17.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUoOlcn6EI/AAAAAAAAAeE/u5_JXYU2ezk/s1600-h/treetrunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270663169942480962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUoOlcn6EI/AAAAAAAAAeE/u5_JXYU2ezk/s320/treetrunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te miro “de pies a cabeza” sin ánimos de ofenderte.Por el contrario, te estoy contemplando en toda tu belleza.Veo un mundo en miniatura que vive a costas de tus raíces, en perfecta simbiosis.&lt;br /&gt;Admiro tu generosidad.Palmas en tu “cuerpo”, acaricio tu rugosa superficie:&lt;br /&gt;tienes la apariencia de un sabio anciano en tus profundas arrugas.Emanas en toda tu majestuosidad el aroma de la naturaleza entera,&lt;br /&gt;en una exquisita amalgama de tierra húmeda y hojas tiernas.La calma de mi espíritu con tu sepulcral silencio,&lt;br /&gt;sin embargo tienes más vida que un infante de cinco anos.El lenguaje de tus ramas mecidas por el viento, no hay mejor música,&lt;br /&gt;superior a la “5ta. Sinfonía”.Permite mi humilde pedido, no deseo más que esto:&lt;br /&gt;ascender a través de tus ramas hasta tocar el firmamento.Acurrucarme en tu copa, abrigada por tus dulces hojas,&lt;br /&gt;ver el sol filtrándose tímidamente despertando al amanecer.Tengo escasos anos de vida; pero se reconocerte.Sin necesidad de mayor ciencia y mi iniciada escolaridad.Tan solo mecerme entre tus ramas, admirada de tu esplendor.&lt;br /&gt;Con los pies descalzos igual que tu,&lt;br /&gt;bendiciendo a la madre tierra por haberte engendrado&lt;br /&gt;en el jardín de mi infancia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Este fue parte de uno de mis juegos de infancia. En mis momentos de soledad, mi compañía era un frondoso árbol de Paraíso que se erguía en el jardín de nuestra vieja casona. Esperándome cada tarde después de la escuela con sus ramas extendidas para acurrucarme, como mi dulce madre lo hizo asistiéndome en la transición de la etapa mas importante de mi vida…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-8763374166847191735?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8763374166847191735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=8763374166847191735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8763374166847191735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8763374166847191735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/verde.html' title='Verde'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUoOlcn6EI/AAAAAAAAAeE/u5_JXYU2ezk/s72-c/treetrunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-8124783419447457917</id><published>2008-11-20T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:07:13.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"1 Minuto De Silencio"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUmsZtCrjI/AAAAAAAAAdk/_pQBqvaYas4/s1600-h/1min.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270661483162938930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUmsZtCrjI/AAAAAAAAAdk/_pQBqvaYas4/s320/1min.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Una noche, en otra más de mis noches de insomnio saltaba de canal en canal en la televisión. Una actividad tan mundana y superficial, me dejo un mensaje en el trasfondo.De pronto caí en un programa de música actual, o al menos eso creí. Resulto ser un festival en vivo, para los vivos y también para los que ya no lo están: “Un festival de música por la vida”.Entre “Madonna” y “The Who” el mensaje se filtro a través de la pantalla tocando el corazón de millones de espectadores en el mundo, muchos accidentales como yo que quizás cayeron en la emisión una noche de tedio.“Cada 3 segundos muere 1 niño en el mundo”…cada 3 segundos!! Y las palabras me sobresaltaron cual tormenta repentina. –“Con razón no puedo dormir”…me dije en silencio.Y con razón el mundo parece ser tan infeliz en este nuevo siglo. Como podríamos ser felices si cada 3 segundos somos mas egoístas?, si cada 3 segundos morimos todos un poco mas?.Los más ciegos dirían: -pero ese niño no es mi hijo, no es mi hermano; y es más, son desconocidos y no tienen nada que ver conmigo.Mientras “los nuestros” estén en buenas condiciones; o peor aun, mientras nosotros, individualmente veamos todas nuestras necesidades cubiertas que nos importa el mundo?... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/RotnjPveNkI/AAAAAAAAABs/XdwQVR17sdU/s1600-h/ninos2.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Así somos los humanos de ciegos y egoístas, y después nos quejamos que nuestra vida es un drama. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUm6RIt_vI/AAAAAAAAAds/Qo99S6ZBeOo/s1600-h/1min2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270661721381273330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUm6RIt_vI/AAAAAAAAAds/Qo99S6ZBeOo/s320/1min2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porque parece ser que la felicidad es una utopía?, que nada termina satisfaciéndonos?. Que ya el tener una carrera, un trabajo y una familia no es suficiente?.Como va a serlo si a nuestro lado alguien esta rogando por su vida?, si a nuestro lado alguien esta muriendo?, si alrededor tantos sufren?.Quizás sea cierto, que no somos completamente responsables por esas vidas; pero si parcialmente culpables por su perdida.Y cuando caemos en crisis lo notamos finalmente, puesto que cuando todo marcha bien en nuestras vidas nos olvidamos de los demás. Y aquí me incluyo, aquí me avergüenzo de mi propio egoísmo y egocentrismo.Que es lo que nos vuelve tan duros?, que es lo que nos hace perder la sensibilidad?. Que ni siquiera somos capaces de dirigirle una palabra al mas solitario, o una sincera sonrisa al que vive temiendo?. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/RotnqPveNlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ENURF1JBtW8/s1600-h/ninos3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yo he creído gran parte de mi vida que es precisamente la vida la que me ha transformado en una “caja fuerte”. Que es este mundo el que me moldeo a punta de martillazos, que así es la vida y así sigo viviendo.Pero hay algo que me dice que no es así, que no es que la vida nos cambia;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUnJFyjG6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/q2sj97GVn3w/s1600-h/1min3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270661976033532834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUnJFyjG6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/q2sj97GVn3w/s320/1min3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; si no que somos nosotros con nuestra negligencia o nuestro cinismo los que hemos cambiado la vida y el mundo en el que vivimos. Hemos hecho de nuestro mundo un lugar poco habitable.Pero yo todavía confío, creo en la humanidad a pesar de todo lo que hemos hecho.Realmente seguiremos culpando a los problemas por nuestra actitud?, yo tengo mil obstáculos; pero aun creo que soy capaz de dar, de ofrecer y regalar lo mejor de mi.Hoy voy a hacer un cambio en mi rutina: hoy voy a dedicarle mi simpatía y mi complicidad a los que sufren. Hoy voy a regalarles una plegaria y un pensamiento a aquellos que parten en el dolor. Hoy voy a abrir un poco más mi corazón y enviarles lo único que más puede ayudar: AMOR, solo eso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270662357798599154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUnfT-bufI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Sflad8LtO0o/s320/1min4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-8124783419447457917?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8124783419447457917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=8124783419447457917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8124783419447457917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/8124783419447457917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-minuto-de-silencio.html' title='&quot;1 Minuto De Silencio&quot;'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUmsZtCrjI/AAAAAAAAAdk/_pQBqvaYas4/s72-c/1min.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-1356394946949516673</id><published>2008-11-20T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:55:26.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t Forget Who You Really Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUlBzWqVUI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9YkE1ze8CG0/s1600-h/rebirth.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270659951556726994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUlTQBqkNI/AAAAAAAAAdc/arvwADUrsG4/s320/rebirth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“In those moments of turmoil, in those moments before a storm glimpses, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in those moments when doubts arise: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don’t forget, remember who you really are”…&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? I ask my self in one of those moments:&lt;br /&gt;I am not this body, to find me you will have to see not just look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To find me, your 5 senses are going to be useless, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because you would not find me in the external features that I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To find me, it would not help you to search for my face or my silhouette among the crowd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; as I am not what you see.I am not this body; I am this soul…that’s right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To find my soul you will have to forget for a while your worldly surroundings, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and see me with your own spirit.I am what my soul is: pure energy, the creation of true love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am freedom, I am awareness, I am certainty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a soul that flows freely, regardless of circumstances, but with a purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a soul that longs to be reunited with God; but also lives to be love in this relative world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a soul that knows all the answers deeply, its own future and past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I decided to forget everything, so to experience again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the exhilaration of remembering all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus, I am a soul that perhaps doesn’t know what comes ahead with total certainty; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but what I really know is that it will be what I chose: to be love and express it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hence, this is who I am: a soul made flesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sheer feelings, expressed in acts of creation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have created every circumstance, every moment and every human encounter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in order to express myself in my innermost nature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am, finally: who I say I am…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-1356394946949516673?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1356394946949516673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=1356394946949516673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/1356394946949516673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/1356394946949516673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-forget-who-you-really-are.html' title='Don’t Forget Who You Really Are'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUlTQBqkNI/AAAAAAAAAdc/arvwADUrsG4/s72-c/rebirth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512308116531270807.post-589482859395964170</id><published>2008-11-20T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:38:59.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "WHAT-CAN-I DO" PRINCIPLE</title><content type='html'>I was out for a while, on a trip where I obtained more than a round-fare air ticket, pocket money and commodities. I obtained something I value so much: human wisdom.And it came in tons, at simple and trivial moments, from all sorts of sources and within the soul of such a wonderful team. In repeated single moments, a pure and simple philosophy of life was leaking among many of the presenters.And I started using it in my personal life, I must testify now that it brought a lot of peace and a more relaxed approach to the several moments of turmoil I am passing through. It is a moment of transition for me, the momentum previous to change. I have an inner clock that is similar to everyone, but the difference is that I am more aware of its clicking. And I can sense whenever a change is about to happen.So we all have these issues in our lives, huge changes. Change of environment, moving out, social and familiar challenges, future fears, et. Including the daily amount of worries, small and big we can at a point consider that we are never in harmony. Peace, homeostasis, balance is so hard to attain with the loads of external pressures right?. So I started using a simple principle, something that is a sort of a mantra that can bring tranquility in moments when adrenaline is triggering all the stress reaction.It helps me more, when I think about the conflictive points in my future goals. Whenever I think of the many things I want to achieve for myself. I ask this simple question: what can I do for others?, instead of what can I obtain for my self?. I realized that the more I am concerned with all the possibilities that something goes wrong, the more ineffective I become in solving them and the more obsessed I become about the â€śbad omenâ€ť. And the more I focus on my projects that include reaching every soul in every corner of this world, and aid, help, assist in something; whatever small I could help I become effective, empowered and motivated to persist and never give up.Interesting huh?, lets all try it sometimes. Maybe it could be a hidden engine that ignites the change in all of us, and the world at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270656282491108306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUh9rsQO9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/_oJKvHmi69o/s200/hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512308116531270807-589482859395964170?l=wnrg4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/feeds/589482859395964170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512308116531270807&amp;postID=589482859395964170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/589482859395964170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512308116531270807/posts/default/589482859395964170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnrg4u.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-can-i-do-principle.html' title='The &quot;WHAT-CAN-I DO&quot; PRINCIPLE'/><author><name>Maky F.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzjUpVU6mIc/Tlq5WDbIPkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bHUhXeUeebw/s220/strong-heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2YS5wYAOxA/SSUh9rsQO9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/_oJKvHmi69o/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
