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is often called "culture" to a load of rubbish accumulated in the brain over the years, data collected and displayed as well as medals that symbolize a treasure slowly carving and therefore worthy of admiration. In fact learning is not only a kind of experience. Only serves to show it off in absurd meetings, or to link with neurotic people dominated by their intellect and their need to admire the amount of things you "know" mom or dad.

So for me, creativity is the opposite, as emanating from a state as innocent as possible, in which the "culture" no longer important. Only in a state of full attention to what is born in us, without prejudice, without predetermined rules, without history, reach the center from which everything arises not yet conceived. Only from that wild child who is always with us, removing the gag. Daring to open the doors of perception, to embrace our infinite unconscious, denusdos bathe in it.



Quite a few people, talking to them about things I love, I have said all I know envy. Some have even asked me they would make a list of names to explore, life experiences, as if they wanted as soon as possible to feel all that weight on them, as if to cover his anxiety or complex full of references. However, "I" am not having any culture to cross. If I know that certain things exist only because I like to research and learn about what I like, and I do continually. Inevitably this journey will leave data in my brain. But those data were not my goal, and intends to retain.


So these people always say they are dedicated to do in life what they like to do, and continually learn new things about it. As a result of pleasure and pay attention only to what you love, you will find a day with a certain culture about what you love. Understand a culture then empty itself, a sign perhaps, like the slime of a snail, with nothing to do with what they enriched and enrich them forever, and that is unspeakable and not transferable, if you knew how to make that enrichment happen. Who just want to collect data, I only pity him. Wisdom is a creative act, so it is essentially contrary to scholarship, knowledge. Not because both are canceled, but because they have absolutely nothing to do. If someone is confident in the data as a source of wealth, is doomed to idiocy deeper, still encourage colleges and universities, with programs based on data and past histories.


culture has always been to me a consequence, not a trophy or an end. I actually had to get rid of her, despise her for a while to get buried my essence, my first clean look and the world. At that time I did not know to which culture that was generating, I would serve. There was discovered in me the wisdom to do so. To perceive it as unnecessary fell into the trap of considering a ballast, and then chose the path of play impossible to forget. But nothing is our enemy. Everything can be transformed into something useful. The "art", for example, depends on the "culture" or based on it. But "culture" can do "art", as is done with paint, stone, paper, bricks, feces, with public urinals ...

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FISHING COMPETITION Arkaitz MENDI

@ s good friend, after the parenthesis carried out as a result of this unsuccessful hunting season, I turn to publish an entry, this time to celebrate fishing contest organized by the Society cork Mendi Arkaitz of Zarautz. in this issue could not be present, not without regret, but maybe next time. Of what happened, I show you a brief account of the images donated by my sister and they were taken during the weighing and subsequent awards.

respect to time, it seems that this is not accompanied and forced the participants to the extreme. Such was the case of my sister Maria Jose, which won a more than creditable third place, which filled me with pride, blood strip ...... Bravo Bravissimo for my sister and I can tell you ways extraordinary points, little hand that has, Torres ......

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This was achieved by my sister, based on perseverance and great skill and, above all, sacrifice.

In this manner Iker was presented at the weigh-wet like a chicken, but this guy does not know the cold??

That was the thing that was erected as a CHAMPION!! the competition with a large pescatas good bream. TXAPELDUN ZORIONAK!

Aritz Navarro, a great fisherman and a better person, won second place, many congratulations.

From a prize is I own photos, but the classification was as follows:

1 - Iker Brea Salaberria ............................... 6.231 kg

2 º-Tena Navarro Aritz ................................ 4.651 kg

3 º-Josefina Torres Ramirez ....................... 3.462 kg

4 º-Juan Carlos Davila Fernandez ............... 2.606 kg

5 º-Carlos Castro Jimenez ........................ 2.522 kg

6 º-Unai Samarful Turrado .......... ............... 1.099 kg

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Mayor, Iker Brea with a bream of 1, 165 kg.

Prime socio-placed Miguel Angel Larrañaga Vigueira, weighing 516kg, congratulations artist.

I left you a series of images of the awards .

My sister and my brother Charles, her face says it all, had reason to be happy, someone from above I was celebrating with Albariño.

Good atmosphere reigned throughout the test, after all, the most important

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Lucky and Antonio in the awards. Another year, excellent organization, Zorionak!

friendship above all, Carlos and Aritz, with their partners and with the quarry.

"The Great Unai" also joined the party and took his trophy, congratulations to you too txapeldun.

Iker, my sister and my brother with their awards.

To conclude this feast of cork, the family photo.

Regarding the presence of fish for our coast, I hear reports of the most varied, with very good catches But I also emphasize the presence of fish too small for the age in which we live. For my part, I can add little because the cane has some cobwebs accounts, which I hope to be taking away from next weekend.

A hug tdo @ s luck in your fishing days.

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C ... look before him. We do not know if he sees us. I think so. I see when I'm around her and entered the field of view of his eyes. I know because even though his eyes are fixed on a point, if you move them when something does not touch the balls. As evidence is not small feat, then tilted his great head very slightly to one side of the bed and you can almost see their eyebrows questions expressionless face. The face makes me happy: the C ... complain, judgments, orders and control, while being grumpy, bossy, demanding and sometimes even quite inconsiderate, is still far side of the living. Sometimes I hope these gestures as rain in May.

I lean over and kiss her as we do in my family, with lots of kisses in a row without taking off the mouth of his cheek. My ear I can hear your lips stick and come off very Light. Jlik. And his awareness of me full of joy.

In my father's birthday, I made a video which contained all his life in pictures, from the I could get back in the past until today. That's nothing. For me it was like studying in googleearth the roads leading from Paris to Shanghai. I guess for him would mean going back to go through them.

The video begins with the oldest photo we could find. Hard to believe that your father might have been the child of 2 years sat looking at the camera and artificial diffuse background of an old photo studio, think about his life before and after that time, your child's life and saying nonsense is immersed in that perfection, and endless round of womb. With the glass of champagne in hand, I oservaba and I abstracted the idea of \u200b\u200bher voice, its games, the canvas of his mind at that time began to fill with gurgling information which will then serve for today is : type without which I can not imagine life. It's a good guy, my father. But they look more like (my father standing among his friends watching the video smiling and children there, watching us all from the screen as an old song sounded Italian), there was more to them than you would find Saturn with a centipede. The

next photo of the video was the same child, a monkey all the way, trying to walk along a path recolgado in case of the hand of his mother, a lady brunette, or fat or thin, and has the same face gallinaceous I now look from his bed, though it can not assure you that I see, with gray eyes and dull.

C ... lies these days among all the voices of those we have to care for our daily lives. I do not know what to say. Even if I wanted to tell you many things that would love, now nearly exhausted all your mind. I take your hand, I say that simply work hard and that is fortunate. She appreciates that. And if nothing to tell, so we stayed.

Likes to catch the hand, sometimes haunts him. I understand. For me instead haunt me also. Say it looks like a little girl, but I gesture tells me she is a woman as I am a man and not a child. I realize this every time you talk and we all tend to her to hear better. Its large, slow effort that fills us with anticipation helpful ... I cross my fingers to make a decision on their own, an unnecessary rebuke, order something whimsical and not too deep, one of his great moral touched ... until finally says

I have fear.

... Ah, well that was it, come on, come ... We mimes, used to tease her by removing fuel to the issue. But something inside me pops and it's not the girl: It's a woman that I have caught her hand. It is not the girl who this comforting gesture. Caress

their fingers, with this curious mixture of love and physical awareness of the other. Caress his fingers with the same gesture with her husband probably caressing when they started out. I feel your heat, far across his skin swollen and blotchy I observe with fascination: Review your wrists, float your arms, resting on the sheets, flabby and full of chilblains although it does no cold ..., its horizontal scar neck with his, as his, and the side that, even if they say, recognize the woman in the photograph ... the same eyes, same mouth, and drooling misfit today ...

imagine his shoulders, his chest under his shirt, his belly, his legs, his body, the body that he has had to carry, suffer greatly and enjoy a little bit ... with all its flaws and benefits of body, with whom he played as a child or Canabae to crack the voice in her singing career, the same body, I can not help having this thought, which so often slept with my grandfather and gave birth and walked to niñillo that photo, they say it is my father, although I believe it costs as much as some now recognize her in front of me. Maybe because I also have been seeing all my life, because I've been in your lap and remember his image as a constant that goes a long way in time mixed with toys I've lost, swimming together in various pools, the sea, in time, to the years when we have finally established a complicity, playing with ideas and not a few pictures, knowing and sharing, in order, so things ... I've come to love even when he is old, like her and keep her all my life that insatiable curiosity that has given my youth or at least brought it next to mine. Z

Fractals ", Grandma? How do I explain you now what are fractals?

Y I had to explain it and she understood, in its way, correcting the ignorance of virtue who is risking to get an idea of \u200b\u200bthe unknown.

From the moment I am part of your hand back in time. The walk across like a cloud of more or less accurate figures (his strength, his poscición, its speed, heat, the frequencies of your voice in times of scolding and tenderness) ... that define each of the times my body has interacted with yours, now that takes my hand, until the time I got up the floor to catch me on his lap and I kept up no doubt of that force, that a child is as certain as the sea water. I think even the time when my grandmother was not even my grandma but a woman whose life even though I have been told is quite unknown to me ....

... Suddenly, letting go of my hand, C. .. raises his arm, slowly, like a heavy flag. I encourage you, "Lela come, come come, ay ay", short and happy ... until I respectfully and somewhat intrigued, let it focus, I'll shut up and watch ... My

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scratches cheek And I see this gesture infinity.

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Picture: "2001: A Space Odyssey" by Stanley Kubrick.

Experience teaches nothing. If we accept that each situation is unique and unrepeatable circumstances depend on infinitely many variables, not the same, and that you-the creator, you are constantly changing, so the experience is not just a collection of old photographs that are displayed, with about pride, who wants to impress or bore. But experience, once I read and subscribe "is like a lottery ticket bought after the draw. Does not work. Sorry.

Adults have been interested throughout history to maintain power, believing that the experience itself, he added merit and wisdom, strengthen that belief. An idea based on the linear conception of time, and that this also produces an evolutionary effect on any human being, whatever you do. And based on this absurd belief have been able to build another oppressive and very effective: "The older you get more respect you deserve." As if the age of a human being was more important than the fact of being human. Programmed with such beliefs, it is difficult for anyone to become aware of their own stupidity over the years. It is difficult for us as a species becoming aware of our own stupidity. But it is imperative that we do if we are not extinct. Jordi Sabater Pi ethologist said in an interview that one of the qualities that are said to distinguish man from other animals is the logical reasoning, and yet, he added, very few people seem to possess this quality. And that despite all the "experience" gained so far.

is in the transfer of knowledge between parents and children where these beliefs are filtered from generation to generation, and which are imposed for the first time as something indisputable. Parents fearful, for example, advise their children based on their negative experiences. Ie tips masquerade as a warning, a threat of catastrophe. The reasoning, if you can call it that, is this: "As I was already down that road and I know its dangers, or repeatedly tried the same thing you and always failed, or had the same ideas and then changed my point of view ... I just want to save time, or pain, or disappointment. " But with that, unconsciously, only that the child does not try to exceed them, they are not faced with their prejudices, their mental limits, their renditions, taken either as impossibilities. Spend so much energy to convince the other on specific hazards or problems, usually indicates a fear that these problems and dangers are illusory. "If I have to believe in them will act accordingly, and verify that attitude that existed. If I defend you will confirm that the threat is real."

fearful parents assume that all evolved the same, ie: like them, and that its evolution has already been stopped, reaching its climax, full of clarity. They have built for themselves an idea of \u200b\u200bthe world trying to impose and perpetuate, not to take his fear and sadness. If your child's life was a sign that your beliefs may be wrong, they should consider his life again, you should get off his pedestal, give up its imposed hierarchy, and learning to unlearn, and also learn from their children. But fear is often assumed not turn into arrogance. There is much at stake. And yet that is at stake was precisely what they needed to lose. Consciously say they want the best for their children. Subconsciously they know best for their children would be painful for them. The unconscious always wins. So he defends.

But I think if we want humanity to evolve in a peaceful way we must learn to illuminate your shadow and, meantime, be humble and to differentiate clearly decided to believe and know. He is generous to report a dangerous course we love to avoid suffering, but can be very harmful, I do not think that he is innocent, and it is useless. And I mean, you know, to keep the baby put your finger in the socket. Sometimes, when you pass a negative experience, one passes in her own prejudices, and not wanting the other program, precisely the beliefs that caused such suffering on oneself. The daughters of mothers who have been telling all life that went wrong during childbirth, often have pain during childbirth as well. With menstrual cramps is the same. The unconscious of the child takes as universal truth expereiencia mother. This is how the premonitions that self-fulfilling: If you go to a psychic, very trusting of him, and says you have an accident ... is likely to have that accident. The unconscious tends to meet the premonitions you trust. And the blind can be hung over the medal and say: I told you! Do not take advantage of the confidence of your children. You have immense power, and how you use depends on the future of humanity. No exaggeration. Do not abuse. Fuel up always believing that they know they will do what they want done. If you feel you failed at it, confident that you will not find what you discovered, it will be more intelligent and creative you where you stumbled, and let them free to evolve as they wish, to be wrong or not in their own way, to improve yourself, or get open, or out, or close. And learn.

No matter what has happened to you or the times I have happened. If you've tried a thousand times a thousand times and apparently had the same negative result, try thousand one if you still want, invent new ways to try endless. Cognitive psychologists speak of the gambler's fallacy. Is the belief that if you toss a coin and runs for several consecutive heads, then there are more chances of tails. And the truth is that every time you throw the coin is exactly the equally likely. Would be equally absurd to think that, apparently seen, why throw the coin comes up heads again if ever?. And yet we often "think" experience. And always is the first time. You do not know what will never happen if you try again. And of course do not know what will happen if someone else who tries.

addition, if the experience was an extra intelligence that would not happen, in my opinion, most commonly happens, that due to a lack of self-awareness, a growing fear more to confront their own ghosts, human beings are enclosing, become more suspicious, less creative, more half-hearted when learning new things, more arrogant. Ie: instead of becoming wiser with age become more morons. Instead of retrieving the innate wisdom to educate crush us, they go more and more of it, looking over his shoulder and continued the slaughter with their children. The experience does not work. No. Although this value so high that today is immaterial market prompts many people to collect experiences that look as strong and rich potential. These compulsive collectors, assuming the prevailing values, display them as gallons, and wait for the promised recognition and respect in return. But all the admiration does not mitigate the world's deepest and oldest fear. At the bottom you know it's still a lonely child, with empty hands, and has not gone anywhere.

accumulation only cover the gap, but not full. The void is latent, below, in the form of a distant anxiety that begs to be covered and away again and again, more and more. Unbeknownst to use the "experience" as a flight of what they forgot: Unity, totality. All beings and experiences as possible that any human being can have, have had or will have, are already in yourself and make us even before birth. We bring the history and its future in us. We are in the soul which contains and reflects the different and wonderful ways in our hearts, apparently individual. In this understanding, in that "experience" timeless, no story, no stories, and wisdom first is available to any being, whatever your journey in this world. A child has no experience, yet is closer to the "experience" unit, it comes. We all come from it. Wisdom is not accumulating, but remember to unlearn. Hence the wisdom in that sense, is contrary to what we call experience.

Of course, the experience can be helpful. But in itself, but depends on the way you use it. I like to convert some's catering, and all the unpleasant initiation into stories that enlighten me. So the experiences are used by me to learn, but do not give me that learning. Another person with similar experience, could have decided not to learn anything or not knowing how to learn something from it, or have created a bias directly. What good experience then? What do you know that works. And that is an art which, paradoxically, can be refined over time, or it can atrophy, or may not even discovered or considered, irrespective of age or the amount of experience you have created. Gurdjieff said that not all people have souls, that the soul was something that very few were able to create. The experience can be overwhelming, and you do not know how to create a soul with it.

Narrating a personal experience can be revealing to others as well. When I read the tarot, for example, often have some if you feel useful for "the other" at that time. But I am aware that my experience is not what serves the other person. What works, if anything, is the way to accomplish this person integrate my experience into theirs. Own experience is that listening to a story: It is completely others, yet is quite close at times, whether that is the mystery of the resonance. "I" attempt to tell only when I feel that the metaphor I see in this experience can be healing for those who listen. And if you tell something that can be considered a "failure" personal, tell it to also have the profound enlightenment I got from this, the "victory" in that it became. But I can only trust my instinct, and hope that somehow the person able to recognize this metaphor in his experience, and be able to find through it a liberating path that seemed so far not found.

The experience is inevitable, but guarantees nothing. Better do something with her to believe she will do something with you. Emanates from you. It is not something that happens. It's something you create to live. And so are you. Look at it as one looks at a mirror, and then serve something. always remember the verses of Lao Tzu: "Without leaving home you can see the world / just looking out the window / you can make sense of the universe / The more one travels the less you know." In summary: An old man can still be a spoiled child and cruel. A child may be a wise man. Let us, as we did with race and sex, to discriminate by age. How can you call democracy schemes in not allow a child to give his opinion? This world is not just for adults.