Waking up

I dreamed that I was under a wonderful sky, that the planets shone in a celestial sky.
When I woke up I went out onto the terrace and saw that there was, indeed, the sky dreamed a few minutes earlier: the waning moon floating in the middle of Mars, Venus and Mercury, and the dawn bursting behind the mountains.
It was a glorious dawn, with restless spring breezes celebrating the birth of winter. The trees, the mountains, and the whole valley were wrapped in this dancing happiness, and the birds were awakening in the midst of all that.

Post on my old blog, June 23, 2003
The video is not from that day, but it was filmed in the same place
Thank you, Ignacio Drubich, for reminding me

Differences and hate

Part of a dialogue in the Facebook group "Uranianos" , about the groups that are different from others and manipulations to which this leads.

We now face a problem ... suppose there is a group that really has a difference to others ... what do we do then?

Let's see, let me be clear: such a difference EXISTS, it is not imaginary. Say, for example, the Watusi's higher stature. Or the cylindrical body of the Eskimos, making them more suitable for cold weather.

So what do we do? We will deny those differences because "we are all equal"???

The problem are not the differences, but hatred.

The problem are not the differences, but hatred.

Nazism caused a trauma to humanity, when they related closely the differences between people with hate.
That was like "If you're different, I hate you". Although racism is preexisting to Nazism (and castes, etc) after the WW2 there was an overreaction to the see differences among human groups. It seems that everyone are similar, and seeing any difference between human beings takes you automatically to the Hitler's bunker.
"All human beings are equal" is the official mantra. And it's true, but inwardly, in the depths. On the surface, at organic level, there are many differences.

But what if you look at the differences WITHOUT hate?

For example, look at people with Down syndrome. The Nazis executed the handicapped "by damaging the social group". Ok, that's hate. But if you look at that guy "different" with compassion ... with affection ... where is the problem of recognizing that "he's not like us"???

Diversity is a sign of the infinite creativity of the Manifestation.

The truth is that, in the whole universe seems that nothing is repeated. That is, diversity is a sign of the infinite creativity of the manifestation.
For example, mutants have some different collective characteristics compared to the normal ones, but I have yet to meet two identical mutants.

Carpenters also have several differences with regard to, say, vocational hitmen, like vocational seamstresses are different from vocational mountaineers. If we look at these differences as "ah, you are superior / inferior" then we're going wrong.

We have to see the differences, period. Do not be blind to them voluntarily, for being "discriminatory". Are you  high? Ok, you're high. Are you yellow? Oh yes, you're yellow. Depressive? Skillful? Alienated? etc etc etc.
In India, I met a friend of K, Krishna Nath. He said that both the Buddha and K agreed on one thing: "seeing things as they are is the hardest thing there is." And he regards this as the most important thing in life.

Where the "superior / inferior" thing  starts, the simple, objective, perception of the fact is over, and hatred has crept almost imperceptibly.

Differences are unavoidable, but hate is perfectly avoidable.

Experiments with plants: laying on of hands

Once again, I turned to experiments with plants!
 This time, laying on of hands from planting to 3 days after, half an hour each time, one person at each end of the tray, leaving the center as a control.

The results, in the light.

Ipomoea purpurea seedlings and some unknown species.

Translated from: http://galaxio.blogspot.com/2010/11/experimentos-con-plantas-imposicion-de.html

The insensitivity to goodness

A "corzuela" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Brocket ) was attacked by dogs in my cottage of Cordoba. I could save her when she had surrendered to the bites of the pack, crying like a baby.

Take her out of the matted side of the stream was a job that took hours. 

For a few short breaks, my partner and I talked and stroked him. She was dying.

We feel her beauty first, then her goodness. A great goodness. She was pure goodness.

Then we continue with the battle against the tangle, crossing her, bloody, the creek, etc.

At one point, I remember some people who could help me, but I instantly also remembered that these are the same people that would go through all the trouble we were having, but ... to hunt her, so I rejected the idea.

When we reach the car, and while my partner had his head in her hands, his eyes turned dull, something leave ... and she died.

Later, a fact appeared in my mind that I had not previously seen at this depth:

People who are insensitive to the goodness of that angel, ARE INSENSITIVE TO ALL GOODNESS... not only to the goodness of the fawn.

They are exempt from the goodness, both internally and externally. They live their lives ignorants of beauty, attached to pleasure and immediate survival.

What to do with the insensitive to the goodness?

The dogs attacked the corzuela within the limits of their nature ... but humans can not say that. 

How is it being apart of goodness? 

What are the people who doesn't know goodness?

Translated from: http://galaxio.blogspot.com/2010/10/la-insensibilidad-la-bondad.html