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Citando a Julian Katari del 28/11/2024, 2:47 pm
Love love
It may get a little weird today. Love is not always what we think. Sometimes it's a lesson, a test, a challenge, a reflection of ourselves shown to make us see how we are and how we want to be. Sometimes love is just about the love to oneself, where everyone is included, but loving them requires to love you too. The picture where if you don't include yourself in the loving, then the loving makes no sense. Sometimes you have to exclude yourself from a romantic need, take off the covers of your past and ego and see that love is there and it's about learning, growing, communicating and not just about repeating pleasure, protecting what you were, but making what you want to be. European romanticism has seeped into everyone's subconscious and sometimes is the biggest barrier against the practice of true, conscious, healing, transforming, open and plural love.
Love love
It may get a little weird today. Love is not always what we think. Sometimes it's a lesson, a test, a challenge, a reflection of ourselves shown to make us see how we are and how we want to be. Sometimes love is just about the love to oneself, where everyone is included, but loving them requires to love you too. The picture where if you don't include yourself in the loving, then the loving makes no sense. Sometimes you have to exclude yourself from a romantic need, take off the covers of your past and ego and see that love is there and it's about learning, growing, communicating and not just about repeating pleasure, protecting what you were, but making what you want to be. European romanticism has seeped into everyone's subconscious and sometimes is the biggest barrier against the practice of true, conscious, healing, transforming, open and plural love.
Citando a Julian Katari del 15/08/2025, 2:04 pmFools love - holding the vision.
Everyone that was hurt during their childhood, most I would assume, found solace in the bright inner promise that one day, we would find someone whom with we would heal, someone true and compatible that would be there with us, for us, for the rest of our lives. Love we assumed, is a given. We have clung on to this inner light and we resort to it when we are hurt and alone, and it brings great comfort. Meanwhile the earth we are living in, the material, outward world we sometimes don't appreciate as much as we should, is looking at us, looking for us and might facilitate us someone to love us. All of the sudden we are in a relationship, simply because someone loves us, and we love them back.
This relationship can be good towards the outside, but towards the inside some things are missing, we feel like. There's this inner light that we have clung to that tells us that this partner is simply not good enough, doesn't meet our standards or expectations. Especially when we realize there is really nothing assuring that person will be there in the future. The fake castles of Disney and tons of soap box literature has flooded our psyche with images and a worldview of what love is and should be, starting with it being something permanent, intense and reliable. Marriage is that institution some crave more than love, because in it comes the letting go of the uncertainty.
An illusionary certainty is what we really crave for, what we live for. Be it of love, shelter, wealth or food, we shape our health around that idea where we are supposed to create this reliability so that we can grow "old" and unable to fend for ourselves. We are not looking for love, we are looking for certainty, because they have taken that from us, we have been born outside of the only certainty there should be: a human community.
A prison system, as much as it tries to emoji its way into seeming friendly and social media its way into making us feel included, is still a prison system of war and slavery, not a community. It may work for some, two people that renounce to making a community, because they simply can't imagine it possible, and so they give into each other as a salvation from bitter loneliness. Stronger than their actual bond, is the bond they have to this attachment, to certainty.
For others they may come to realize that any relationship is simply a coming together of interests, compatibilities, differences and things to share. Something that must be carefully taken care of, maintained, respected, constructed and kept in a place that gives each individual their own space. There is no certainty, only what has been shared and what can be shared and given each single minute, each single day. The days, time, life, will bring us to this realization, to encounter this fact. We will have to choose between keeping it real, or having it all, and none of the two options is really without its big self-decieveing concepts. When we stay open to relate to the other without toxic attachment of possession, without wanting to be the only one, the center of attention, the most valued member in the community, then we are able to share love openly and in a healthy manner, we are relating. Yet doing this something inside tells us that person is not it, he/she doesn't deserve it all, there is something missing. It's our inner light and there is something true about it, we just don't get the right picture, the right message.
In the same way we relate to our fate, to our life. There's something true about the image we project of our dreams, or intentions, our destiny, but the image is not quite right. The now, the housekeeper is telling us how far fetched this vision is. He/she is right too. We shouldn't fall into any of the two truths, rather walk in the middle. Hold the vision, like in the way the circle of medicine and the Muxuq Nina tribe holds the vision, very far fetched, of the re-birth of humanity into a world of love, not war. It's foolish, says the real world, but there's something true about it, as there is something wrong with the "real" world that speaks of its impossibility.
Back to love, keep in mind that the body is real, that you are aging, and that time is running out. Keeping relationships out of your life because they don't meet that inner light means that you have learned very little from the balance of the opposites. It's time to start living.
Fools love - holding the vision.
Everyone that was hurt during their childhood, most I would assume, found solace in the bright inner promise that one day, we would find someone whom with we would heal, someone true and compatible that would be there with us, for us, for the rest of our lives. Love we assumed, is a given. We have clung on to this inner light and we resort to it when we are hurt and alone, and it brings great comfort. Meanwhile the earth we are living in, the material, outward world we sometimes don't appreciate as much as we should, is looking at us, looking for us and might facilitate us someone to love us. All of the sudden we are in a relationship, simply because someone loves us, and we love them back.
This relationship can be good towards the outside, but towards the inside some things are missing, we feel like. There's this inner light that we have clung to that tells us that this partner is simply not good enough, doesn't meet our standards or expectations. Especially when we realize there is really nothing assuring that person will be there in the future. The fake castles of Disney and tons of soap box literature has flooded our psyche with images and a worldview of what love is and should be, starting with it being something permanent, intense and reliable. Marriage is that institution some crave more than love, because in it comes the letting go of the uncertainty.
An illusionary certainty is what we really crave for, what we live for. Be it of love, shelter, wealth or food, we shape our health around that idea where we are supposed to create this reliability so that we can grow "old" and unable to fend for ourselves. We are not looking for love, we are looking for certainty, because they have taken that from us, we have been born outside of the only certainty there should be: a human community.
A prison system, as much as it tries to emoji its way into seeming friendly and social media its way into making us feel included, is still a prison system of war and slavery, not a community. It may work for some, two people that renounce to making a community, because they simply can't imagine it possible, and so they give into each other as a salvation from bitter loneliness. Stronger than their actual bond, is the bond they have to this attachment, to certainty.
For others they may come to realize that any relationship is simply a coming together of interests, compatibilities, differences and things to share. Something that must be carefully taken care of, maintained, respected, constructed and kept in a place that gives each individual their own space. There is no certainty, only what has been shared and what can be shared and given each single minute, each single day. The days, time, life, will bring us to this realization, to encounter this fact. We will have to choose between keeping it real, or having it all, and none of the two options is really without its big self-decieveing concepts. When we stay open to relate to the other without toxic attachment of possession, without wanting to be the only one, the center of attention, the most valued member in the community, then we are able to share love openly and in a healthy manner, we are relating. Yet doing this something inside tells us that person is not it, he/she doesn't deserve it all, there is something missing. It's our inner light and there is something true about it, we just don't get the right picture, the right message.
In the same way we relate to our fate, to our life. There's something true about the image we project of our dreams, or intentions, our destiny, but the image is not quite right. The now, the housekeeper is telling us how far fetched this vision is. He/she is right too. We shouldn't fall into any of the two truths, rather walk in the middle. Hold the vision, like in the way the circle of medicine and the Muxuq Nina tribe holds the vision, very far fetched, of the re-birth of humanity into a world of love, not war. It's foolish, says the real world, but there's something true about it, as there is something wrong with the "real" world that speaks of its impossibility.
Back to love, keep in mind that the body is real, that you are aging, and that time is running out. Keeping relationships out of your life because they don't meet that inner light means that you have learned very little from the balance of the opposites. It's time to start living.
Citando a Julian Katari del 02/05/2026, 5:20 pmBe Gay.
From the storm of humanity’s chaotic gathering, we must distill the truths that serve as markers for the next step in our human path. This is a complex alchemy; mixed into the brew are potent agents of deceit and perverse consciousness whose only purpose is to sow chaos and push us off the cliff.
The natural impulse is to reject the distillation entirely—to discard any progress born from this chaotic civilization and retreat into the consciousness of previous eras that we perceive as sane or valid. But this is a mistake. Regardless of the induced psychotic influence this civilization has endured, its core yields certain lessons that serve as proof of valid advancement.
One of these is the return to a more subtle, sensitive state of being—a state that naturally rejects toxic stoicism and welcomes the expression of sensitivity. This is a "flowered" state of balance, a conscious integration of the masculine and the feminine. We must be mindful of this, daring to take the step forward and show our more expressive side, even if it appears "gay" to the lingering mindset of machismo.
Be a sun, son.
In the shadow of this light, today’s nawal teaches us about the trauma inflicted by the "storm civilization" we are attempting to transcend. Here, imposed violence has pushed many off the cliff of rigid heterosexuality and into roles that allowed their sensitivity to survive. Traditional men, burdened by the crosses of imposed violent deceit, are destined for only one thing: to be buried in the past.
This transition is an act of real learning—not a cycle to be repeated, but a mistake to be avoided. It is the foundation upon which we must build something new, righteous, and better, if such a future is ever to manifest. To embrace this sensitivity is not to lose one's strength, but to refine it; it is to move from the blunt trauma of the past into the luminous sovereignty of the present.
True maturity is the courage to be "gay" in the face of a dying, violent world—to be joyful, light-filled, and unapologetically sensitive, for that is the only frequency the harvest cannot touch.
Be Gay.
From the storm of humanity’s chaotic gathering, we must distill the truths that serve as markers for the next step in our human path. This is a complex alchemy; mixed into the brew are potent agents of deceit and perverse consciousness whose only purpose is to sow chaos and push us off the cliff.
The natural impulse is to reject the distillation entirely—to discard any progress born from this chaotic civilization and retreat into the consciousness of previous eras that we perceive as sane or valid. But this is a mistake. Regardless of the induced psychotic influence this civilization has endured, its core yields certain lessons that serve as proof of valid advancement.
One of these is the return to a more subtle, sensitive state of being—a state that naturally rejects toxic stoicism and welcomes the expression of sensitivity. This is a "flowered" state of balance, a conscious integration of the masculine and the feminine. We must be mindful of this, daring to take the step forward and show our more expressive side, even if it appears "gay" to the lingering mindset of machismo.
Be a sun, son.
In the shadow of this light, today’s nawal teaches us about the trauma inflicted by the "storm civilization" we are attempting to transcend. Here, imposed violence has pushed many off the cliff of rigid heterosexuality and into roles that allowed their sensitivity to survive. Traditional men, burdened by the crosses of imposed violent deceit, are destined for only one thing: to be buried in the past.
This transition is an act of real learning—not a cycle to be repeated, but a mistake to be avoided. It is the foundation upon which we must build something new, righteous, and better, if such a future is ever to manifest. To embrace this sensitivity is not to lose one's strength, but to refine it; it is to move from the blunt trauma of the past into the luminous sovereignty of the present.
True maturity is the courage to be "gay" in the face of a dying, violent world—to be joyful, light-filled, and unapologetically sensitive, for that is the only frequency the harvest cannot touch.