we locked in the neocortex. This powerful layer of the brain that humans have developed clothed us too, and made us believe that was an end in itself and not part of an unstoppable evolution. We still use it as a judge of our perceptions and emotions, and not as a stepping stone to higher levels of consciousness, not a door for even faster expansion. We do not know to use reason in our favor, and become beggars, servants of it. Easement always absurd. The unconscious love becomes the slave of his slave, depends on it.
When we let the intellect can not control us the magic, the miracle. The inconceivable is left out of our "reality" and turn it into something non-existent for us, something we fear because it attacks directly to our desire for control. A control in which we need to believe not to be afraid. Do not let what is not alive we completely understand, and to do what we look with scorn or superiority to not feel little.
The man thinks to believe that is protected by the mystery, always impossible. So the intellect becomes a barrier in the wall of a castle a defense. And as always, the defense itself creates fear and attack. Create a shell of sanity, and that shell itself is rebelling against us and hurt us. "What is love, master?" Is the absence of fear. "And what we fear? In Love." Not wanting to suffer further sufir, denying life as it presents every moment, denying the full entraga.
The heart is never wrong. This is not a conclusion. It is a decision. We lived should be lived, and should be lived for the simple reason that nothing happens in your life that you have not created, you have not relied deeply. And you believe him at that time needs to experience. Ignore the impulse of the heart, analyze it, is to hide from the light itself. We keep the "outside" attack us and what we prevent is that "inside" is revealed, is given. In that sense, I understand, is where Antonio Blay stated that "thinking is a mental retardation."
mental When the ego dominates us, any need, desire, or feeling, is streamlined and dissected. The reason becomes a death camp. The illusory sense of security, the illusory understanding, attracting all the spontaneous and destroyed. Intellect is only useful when one is able to tame and bring to your service, and is able to choose when to use and when not. If a identifies with him feels unable to decide, because this is what gives you the feeling of identity. And then .... Feel a "need" to meet and know not to convince you to analyze is not such a "necessity", that your whole body is screaming for it. You want something with all your soul and you analyze it until you find a "reason" absurd to that desire and despise. Want to create something and you think so, so, therefore, that you feel unable to reach your mental image of it, and then appears the ridiculous idea of \u200b\u200b"failure." You have a beautiful sentiment, new, profound and, not your custom fit in your idea of \u200b\u200bthe world, in your plans, you analyze it to create the doubt that perhaps you and repeat to do not feel what you can not help but feel, what you can never help but feel.
words: If instead of using it only when we will be useful, let the intellect to take over our reality, it is he who decides what is "true", then our lifestyle, our work our relations ... stiffen, our sexuality and our creativity is blocked, and our emotions, to refuse or deferred, are immature.
des-covered have a moment before we make a conscious decision to do something, the brain has sent the orders to the appropriate body. Our subconscious decision making before we feel that we are taking. Has also been shown repeatedly that when making decisions about a given subject, the success rate is similar among people who do not "know" nothing of that subject and between-called "experts" when it is slightly higher among people do not "know" anything. What follows, in my opinion, that wisdom has nothing to do with knowledge, and even sometimes both are inconsistent. Wisdom is inherent in what we are, and is capped and forgotten by the disaster we call "education." The knowledge is borrowed, acquired as a tool that makes us feel safe, giving us the illusion of "understanding." No we are able to accept the simple mystery of our knowledge, and we need to merit, processes, and difficulties in delivering value to the decisions.
In every crossroads, "large" or "small", if one looks, there is always a pure intuition, primary, an impulse that arises in us, and after countless judgments about the momentum. Birth of a sense unexpected, sudden, and then an army of trying to contain arguments. The decision has been taken from the beginning. Any reflection is a waste of "time." In the end the only decision is between the enjoyment of this, between joy, and those inner voices that small introduced us and we talk about duty, what is the right thing, what you have to do to belong to the flock. As Hölderlin wrote: "Man is God when he dreams, and a beggar when he reflects."
But the intellect is not an enemy. "I" use my intellect to write everything I just wrote, for example. And to say this: A magician, an alchemist, a shaman, you agree to be possessed by the mystery, and he knows his absolute lack of control is its overwhelming power.
Look Apollinaire. 
