If I had more words

I feel I sometimes don’t write because I lack enough words, because my vocabulary is so short, so restricted. If I had more words in my medieval chest, what else would I say with them? Would I be able to describe the beauty that I see, that I hear, that I smell? Would I be…

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Drops

Last week I came across a brilliant line in one of the major social networks*. Sometimes, when one of these messages resonates with me and I see so many people sharing, circling a common place in this search that is not a search, it feels that it is not an individual quest, but that it…

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Mirror musings

Projections are my favourite psychological phenomenon. The transfer of part of our unconscious content to another being. That transfer of energy occurs from one part of our mind to another part of our mind. It is not really externalised. The external ‘hook’ does not demand projection, it mostly remains unaware. The part of our mind…

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Little gods

It seems to me that most gods in the different mythologies are quite childish. If they don’t get their way, they release their wrath. I am guessing they never got ‘no’ for an answer. What did they want all that power for? They were bored and lacked a purpose. I wonder if they created men…

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The watching neighbour

One of the most repeated sentences in my school was “You shall love your neighbour as yourself”. As a child I always thought the difficult part was to love others, taking for granted that I would always love myself. With time I realised that loving oneself was the toughest half of the sentence and an…

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Ode to being lost

We spend most of our life searching, trying to fill the void we are born with. The original sin of the separation of our conscious and unconscious minds. We enter the labyrinth of the million corners, lanes, and fake lights. Just some sugar to get us going until our next ‘discovery’. To no avail. Why…

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Genetic duality

I read that our education strengthens the mind’s duality and the central position of the ego, the ‘I’. Where does this trend come from? Yes, it perpetuates the alienation, but where does it come from? It did not originate in our educational system. It must have arisen earlier in response to the development of our…

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A bag of leftovers

Called by another life, the life in which we were… us. It knocks at our door, timidly, almost hopelessly. In the vain expectation that we might remember who we were. Almost as if it were reluctant to burst our bubble, knowing how much it would hurt. It sees us from the other side. Loving us,…

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Our voice in what we listen to

I remember the mixtapes (actual 20th century tapes) that we crafted for that special someone. They were full of thought, of effort, of emotion, of anticipation, of love. A compilation is a sort of creation. It is not a list, it is more than that. It is a language. A pile of words placed in…

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Ping

Why do we write? I sometimes wonder whether reaching out to everybody through online platforms is the same as reaching out to no one. It must be the same with writing a book, I guess. The writer pours their heart on a few pages for all to see, for some to take in, to mean…

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Crossing the river

I always liked this character, Charon, whose job is to take the souls of dead people to ‘the other side’. He has a small boat, which he rows across the Styx, the river that separates both worlds. I saw this picture at El Prado museum when I was a kid and I was deeply impressed.…

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Those stars

In Tolkien’s world, the stars were the first thing the elves saw when they awoke. They were tossed on the sky by Varda, just so they wouldn’t be in the dark when they woke up. The unreachable light in the darkness. The stars are not farther awayThan the men I deal with Heroes del Silencio,…

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Those songs

Aren’t all the songs the same song? Aren’t all the books the same book? What I find in them, isn’t it what I need each time? Doesn’t my unconscious project what my conscious ego needs to see? My brain carefully selects the words I need to hear and removes the rest, which are no longer…

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Ninety degrees

We humans have this tendency, or obsession rather, to build houses in the shape of a rectangle or a square. I don’t believe there is any specific logic to this. We came out of caves and wanted to build ourselves some shelter. We could have used a triangle or even an hexagon, which makes much…

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Death within

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…

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The sea that unites all islands

I think about the public in a concert or a mob in the street. They act as One. People doing things they would never dare doing if they were alone. For a few moments they stop being individuals with an independent conscience and they become one with the group. They abandon themselves. They surrender to…

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The blue armour

In its blue castle, behind its high blue walls, dressed in its blue gown, Reason is untouchable. It cannot be touched. It is isolated. Alone. Its fear of everything that is not purely logical makes the ego defensive. Reason is most powerful, formidable, and yet the rational ego fears what it cannot understand. It protects…

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Forgiving oneself

When I was young and I heard about the scars that life leaves in you, I thought they were the result of events that had happened to you. But no. It’s your own sins that scar you the deepest. Over and again, last call for sinWhile everyone’s lost, the battle is wonWith all these things…

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A falling leaf

Some days, I just sit here and watch. Here. Now. A falling leaf. A leaf that has accomplished its aim in the world and is now dropped by the tree, no longer needed. It floats, it dances briefly, waving goodbye, and falls. It now paves my new way. Thank you, my dear. Know that your…

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A chasm and a bridge

But look in the mirror for the other one,the other one who walks with you Antonio Machado The original sin. A crime we did not commit and yet we have to atone for. An inherent part of ourselves as humans. The partition of our minds. A few days ago, I read a post about Jung’s…

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