Monday, June 28, 2010

How Much Brick Does It Take To Redo A Chimney?

Trap

"A magician is an actor playing a magician. "
(Jean Eugène Robert-Houdin)




when accompanied by an actress, I know well, most people you know through it asks you if you're also an actor. And I always like to answer what I feel, even though I know that may sound strange or that someone may consider me an idiot or a pedant, yes, they do not charge for it directly at least, but I'm an actor like everyone else . For me the "interpretation" as the other arts, art feeling like any human activity is a professional-based systems in time-created a human resource that the human being has always been the more or less conscious.

We are all actors. We all have created different characters we play depending on the situation, and even improvise in situations new and unexpected. And beyond these characters episodic, more or less tested and incorporated, is what we call our "personality", what we believe to be, it is not just another character created for the longest time, repeatedly reinforced through internal dialogue and image that "others" take us back, limited by self-imposed definitions and accepted because of our fears and beliefs. This character, equally unrealistic, is the most dangerous because we tend to assume our identity as "real." We then identified with a disguise and went to sleep in it.

Many professional actors, when asked why they decided to pursue it, responded that they wanted to live different lives. This desire, yet profound, for me due to a lack of awareness. In a single life and all lives are, let's take what we invest. Each individual is a carrier of universal DNA. Brings humanity, because it IS all humanity. Falling into the trap of duality the person wants to distinguish between "reality" and imagination, when the entire universe is a continuous act of imagination. The "reality" there. It's just a myth where our identity you would like to hide and feel at home. When we invent invented its apparent opposite, the "unreal." And professional actors often use mental techniques of fleeing to create a place from which they flee. Guided by its desire adventurous people are allowed to be infinite "imaginary", and so often create the need for something "real" to go back. A psychological home. A clear identity. In contrast even more intense feeling this alleged personality "real", not realizing that his adventure is that, on returning, even locks them in their personal limits.

Many therapists, for example, do not want to enjoy works in which serious human conflicts occur because they see every day, say, in his office. Without realizing it themselves fleeing to feel who return to a safe and stable. Treat problems of "others" for not dealing with what they think them, not understanding that the duality is an illusion and that "you" and "I" are the same. When faced with a conflict in a work face a conflict in you. When faced with a conflict of someone who will come to you, you face a conflict in you.
What you see "out there" always has to do with you because "you" who sees it. There is no line. Do not go or come back from anything. You're always in the same place. And always there is an infinite mystery.

These examples are merely amplifications of a way to use the minds very common in all humans. However, this trap, if we want We can make it brew, far from sinking into chaos and absurdity stressful trying to find ourselves in vain. If we pay attention understand that, precisely because it illusory, our present personality serves as a magic door to all that we want to be.

When someone brings out something you normally do and that is painful and destructive to you or for "other" ... many people are entrenched in the illusion: "But I am." And "you" you're well. You have learned to be so, and you can learn to be otherwise if you want. Because you're everything. You can choose. That we do not like us is because we do not belong. We carry it for family or social mandate. And just what we like ours. Is what I call the "principle of possession." One creates, acquires, or seizing what he wants, and leaves, sell, destroy, or transform what you do not. Therefore only part of what feeds you your joy and happiness des-range you are. If everything is imaginary, you can create the illusion you want. You are your own creator. Make up and walk. Claim your miracle. This is the part of your life. Now. There is no other.





Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Match Or Arte Italica



Swallows make me a thousand. I brought every year I know that hole or distant migration, and the mess of sites to be state-, fill me with peace shrewd sort, a kind of restlessness comforting ... not very different, indeed, those who produce the proximity of travel and paper. Sometimes I think those bugs, dynamic and loud, have fallen from the heart of May to put life to that level. And I walk out there, excited and smiling, traveler the moment, no movement or backpack, almost an accomplice of immense encouragement given to the world with their tiny voices of birds.
I love when that sound vaguely mixed with the hiss of the covers at linger, your smell and your voice to the premiere to wake up and stretch in the silence of a new day, your curious eyes, calm and expectant at once, as if surprised you Having A awakened by my side.
I love the way they invade the morning we make the breakfast naked in my little kitchen as the world begins to smell like coffee, and then, with the morning rumble in the stomach, going to swallow the sun that falls on your roof, wearing a big shirt, me with a colleague that clams me brought Melilla.
Outside, the muffled sounds of the world seem to light, our voices still serious sleep, the clink of teaspoons and the brilliant stroke of the vessels to leave on a silver platter horrible that someone had given me, the tostada torn between your teeth, your beautiful and terrible teeth chewing girl smiling and fucked ... that sound good to me is a paean cone. And all this, accompanied by the shrill chorus of swallows and blessed, the sun warmed the air still cold in the summer rising, while, below, a distant sound of hundreds of cars and buses emerge from the depths of the streets pits open and the rooftops of the city.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Amy Lindsay Hardcore Scene



Simple and vibrant black lines on white background projected on huge screens across the blue atmosphere of a concert. I was wandering the net looking for that version of Enjoy the Silence cartoon whose memory still gave me goosebumps ... when, for some reason, contamination of ideas, communicating vessels of thought, inspiration and racing under the rug rats, alignment of particles in the diffuse yet unknown universe of information-tell stop on this little piece of architecture ...
fell into the shadows,
rolled under sunlight filtering through the wood and bamboo,
me shirt got lost in the damp earth of the garden,
huge soft leaves of Monstera
I stroked her face , and a bee buzzed in my ear passing
fell down the stairs ...
and in the still water of the spring I fulfilled for a few minutes ... ... my thirst

contemporary intimate and real emotion.

sección a lapiz

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Jobs For Canada Land Surveyor

Principle Principle of understanding dissolution


Neutrality does not exist. We all keep a watchful eye on something. And we all choose our prison and our wings. The human brain is subjective by definition, always focused in part. Every human being lives in a unique world and unique in the world that your brain creates. The only questions that I think are important ... Am I aware of it? What have I missed? Not the "other." To me. Which brings me back to my point of view the opposite view in appearance? Do I dare to be everything and yet become something? "I can be firm and honest without attacking, and being compassionate to those who think that attacking me? "Domino the ego or the ego dominates me?