We are used to think of a seed or a child in terms of potential. The seed holds in itself the potential to become a tree. The child holds the potential to become an adult human being. Do we carry death within us? From the moment we are born, from the beginning, an end is sewn to us. The mere beginning creates an end. We don’t know when it will happen, but we know it will. Death is an inherent part of our lives. The closing chapter. I thought we might end this evening with a discussion of the s

The other day, I finished Mrs Dalloway. I liked it very much. I think you have to read this book after turning 45, maybe 50. Once things have happened to you in life. Good and also bad. And, above all, once things have not happened to you. Things that you thought would happen, but haven’t. I liked the way Virginia Woolf delves into the characters’ inner world, the way she presents their feelings, their ideas, one right after another, in apparent disarray and yet clearly linked, spewing out of th

There comes a day when you are listening to music, alone, and you realise that you are where you have to be. That all the -isms are not for you. That you will follow your own path or no-path. That the desire for completion is just a not-here. A day when you realise you have to stop looking at what others may have achieved and just sit down. A day when you realise you are where you are for a reason. You realise you must find out why. Sit down now and find out. There comes a day when you realise

There is always something that is not right. If only it was a little bit cooler, if only that plastic bag was not spoiling this perfect view, if only that noisy chatterbox would shut up in the table behind us. We have an eye for imperfections, a capacity to identify that which is amiss and precludes us from enjoying an otherwise perfect moment. I wonder, though, if it were indeed a bit cooler, with no plastic bag or noisy chatterbox, would we not find some other mismatch that would spoil our per

¿Cuándo una guerra?¿Cuándo una epidemia?¿Cuánta gente dependiente?¿Cuántos recursos escasean?Recuerdos no tan añejosComo la edad mediaEstán a la orden de la moderna.Afinamiento en ciudades atestadasGente aborregada y abotargadaNo existe una fórmula matemáticaSi un vistazo a la fauna ciudadanaLo denominan globalización…El nuevo apelativoDe genocidioApodo de holocaustoApellido de exilio obsequiadoEn un destino clandestinoUn crucero con un barquero…Todo es... Continue Reading →

¿Dónde está el amor?… El amor… Está en la propia vidaEn la intersección de los corazonesEn la asociación de las almasEn la mente que nunca permite que lo nieguesQue lo olvidesQue no lo fogueesArengando esas pequeñecesQue se son el día a diaDe una pareja de amantes. El amor está en quién eligesO se te cruza... Continue Reading →

Un chiquillo hecho hombreUn recorrido impensablecuando era un cominocon una pelota al pie pegada. Siempre sintióque algodentro de él dormitaba. Nunca pensóque  ese  ronroneoque no le permitíaparar tranquilofuese una vital pesadilla. Demasiados cambiosdemasiada soledadcuando lo que necesitabaeran otroscon los que compartircorrerías. Abriéndose pasola espesurase fue apoderandode su blancuralas tinieblas mentalesno tuvieron piedadde la criatura. ……………..... Continue Reading →

Articulación arroganteperturba el latidodel ritmo cardíacoenfurece espeluznanteel subconsciente atenazado. Armazón de hielose desvanece sin remedio acatando el trasfondo infligidoen el que se debate inmersoentre el brío añejo y el espíritu socavado por los dan rienda a la confabulación. Denostado alud mental… Condenado al ataud corporaltras la sisa continuada del corajedel deterioro exponencial de los sentidosexpropiacióndel... Continue Reading →

¿Quién se introduciríaen la habitaciónde un desconocido?¿Quién se introduciríaen su cama?¿Quién sería esa personatan arrebatadoraque le sisó el corazóny el alma?Antes de hacer el amorya su mente controlaba. …………. Who would enter the roominto a stranger’sof a stranger?Who would sneak into a stranger’sinto their bed?Who would be that personso rapturouswho stole her heartand soul?Before making... Continue Reading →

Expuesto ante el exacerbado ejércitosometido, sumiso y ancladolos buitres al acechohumillado por hablar y no callarpor creer que predicandopodría cambiar las cloacas mentalesde confunden las estancias iluminariasde los regios trovadores y exasperantes creyentesUna secta autodidacta esparciéndosecon los rayos del soly la luz de la lunaen el holocausto presentesin dejar títere conscientela confusión genera servidumbrela mediocridad... Continue Reading →

Yemas arrogantesperturban el latidodel ritmo cardíacoenfurece espeluznanteel bosque atenazado. Armazón de hielose desvanece sin premuraacatando el trastorno infligidoel trasiego amañadosobre el brío socavado. Denostado alud condenadotras la sisa continua del corajeel deterioro exponencial de los sentidosexpiación sentimental por el exilio borreguil. Asfixiante desinfectanteque impune expropia la vida«solidario» ratifica la miseriadesvirtúa la conciencia e inconscienciamaquillándola nómadaexila..

Have you ever wondered how past lives can influence your present? Are you a therapist looking to expand your horizons with revolutionary techniques? Dr. Isis Estrada, renowned writer in the field of alternative therapies, invites you to explore a fascinating universe in her latest book: "Past Life Therapy: Manual and Certification for Therapists". This work is not just a book; it is a window into a world where time and space intertwine, revealing secrets hidden in the depths of our psyche. From the basics of reincarnation to advanced regressive hypnosis techniques, Isis guides you step by step on a transformative journey. The book delves into the complex relationship between psychology and past lives, illustrating how this therapy can unlock deep-seated emotions and memories. Through 40 detailed chapters, you'll tackle topics such as hypnosis, regression, memory, and much more, equipping the reader with essential tools and knowledge to practice this therapy ethically and effectively. For therapists seeking certification, this book is a gem. Not only does it provide a solid theoretical understanding, but it also offers unparalleled practical guidance. From client preparation to session documentation, everything is designed to ensure a safe and enriching practice for both therapist and client. "Past Life Therapy: Manual and Certification for Therapists" is more than a read; it is a transformative experience that invites you to explore the mysteries of the soul and help others find peace and clarity in their lives. This book is designed as a course manual, and the course is accredited by The International Guild of Complementary Therapists (IGCT), of London, England. Therefore, you are entitled to a personalized certificate of completion.

"Mirad los lirios del campo cómo crecen, no se fatigan ni hilan. Yo os aseguro que ni Salomón,  en el esplendor de su gloria, se vistió como uno de ellos." Mateo 6:28,29.   Nana del lirio Nos vamos durmiendo poco a poco, a trazos, a instintos; y de pronto, dormimos. Nos vamos callando día a día, en silencios perdidos; y de pronto, no hablamos. El nombre se olvida, las manos no escriben, el tiempo se agrieta. El cielo nos mira ecléctico y sabio; el aire sostiene la esperanza en el árbol. Las

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