beyond this reality

Publicado por Patricio Varsariah el lunes, marzo 14, 2016

Today I got up and eating breakfast, I undaunted tea herbs, trying to remember the dream. It was useless, as usual. I can not remember clearly what sleep and when I collect some are absurd bits without too much sense. Sometimes I woke up with a deep sense of well-being or strangeness from my vigil and was unable to remember what I had produced such feelings in the dream. timidly I remember one morning more than twenty years ago when I woke up tremendously "in love". As sleep was interrupted abruptly, I was able to blur a nebulous story of a house, stairs and a beautiful girl he mistook eerily lips. Not remember his face, not just a detail, but an immense and profound love overwhelmed me to the depths of my being.

Remembering this scene, I realized, both past and today, we could be using dreams to mitigate the needs in our real life can not satisfy. Perhaps some control of our being compensated, for example, the need to feel valued when in day to day you do not feel that affection. I think that's not too strange and distant theory of reality, and consciously or unconsciously all do. Immediately after this reflection, I was aware that maybe in real life we dream. I'll explain. It could be that the "life" real was another, a starring our deepest self, our soul. It may be that this, in its pure spiritual state of full consciousness of Truth and Reality of Life and Creation, planned and projected a "life" experience human material for the growth and development of their identity as Ser.

The best school is Life, relate to our fellow learning to respect and love, and getting through it happiness. So a material life of constant struggle against the superficial would be a great life lesson where an awakening of consciousness would be a great and wonderful achievement. Remember the gift of a wonderful existence after having forgotten would be amazing and all that experience would make us better people.

Perhaps he was scheduled we could lose control involved the pleasures and comforts of Matter, forgetting that we are also spirit and this is much more powerful and accurate. Life after life, we would accumulate experience, forgetting those things do not need to reincarnate, repeating the process until we decide to break the chain that eventually, later or earlier, leads us to the wisdom of the spirit, that is, the reality that there is more beyond this reality is half that of earthly life.

Write all this may not be just my imagination and I, at least, I sense that life is not as simple as being born, raze everything to be happy and to die no more. But that is called Faith. The write all this is not only for sharing paranoia, but to share the joy of touching the Truth and soul satisfaction of being on the right track. Take it or leave, believe it or deny it, meditate on it or forget it, and judge it but I do not judge me I'm just the messenger. I'm not saying that it is divinely inspired, though ... who knows? .. Ajaja

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I do not know where in the world you will not even know if you exist. But I am excited to think that at some point someone will open your computer and come here to these letters. He read it and know that it is written for: Man or woman, young or old ... so what? I write these lines to someone who knows what it is to feel alone or lonely. These cards are for someone who needs a hug or afraid. A person who has seen some morning clear their mistakes and their consequences. Someone in the desire to be otherwise always stumble on the same stone, that surprises us because it is part of what we really are, even if not suspect. I write to discover who frequently excited / or with the heart spinning like a pinwheel wish but this hopeful recognize where the wind comes from.

Someone well understood that some days the world is very short and others imprisons his shadow, know also comprise heavy and leaden days when we are stuck, without direction or course and we need someone on our side grip the wheel. It is recognized in that effort rowing, paddling and rowing again until land appears on the horizon. These charts are for those who feel all that and more but do not dare leave the soul to hear those rhythms in samba.

You see, friend, stranger still, I was thinking how beautiful it would be that everyone else would have written a letter or a poem dedicated, inspired by it, created by its mere existence. And that all people sense that someone else would be remembered with affection, and not the most beautiful thing you have shown, but still having taught the monster that also house. The reason for these cards is you. You will not be one / or those who refer this following saying: "NOBODY IS MORE THAN ONE WHO ALONE HAS NEVER RECEIVED A LETTER"

My goal: to live is to live with all illusion, as high-flying balloon. Spotting the view from the top, appreciating the beauty beneath my feet, carefully observing everything my way, so no one hurt me. Just so I can feel free, like the moon loves the sea, and the air in your eyes, as the land under the sun. My dream is a world of feelings, the sorrows, laughing, crying, smiles, is the most certain way.