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Niveles de "Vibración Femenina": EL MANIFIESTO

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  Escribo esto, en respuesta a pensamientos subhumanos infundidos unilateralmente en terminos de "cambiar" la escencia del hombre que conocen y de la capacidad de "convertir, mejorar, ___inserte su verbo aquí___" al hombre (o mujer) de sus vidas y viceversa, ya que esto aplica para ambos lados. Ya que la vida se trata de matices, este matiz que escribo el dia de hoy, representa la visión, desde el punto de vista masculino, mas enfaticamente, desde mi punto de vista, de un tema que se alarga y se alarga, sea por falta de claridad o falta de pantalones para comunicarlo, ya que desafortunadamente no todos son como yo, ni deben serlo, cada uno es dueño de como comunica su version de la vida, siendo justa y necesaria una aclaración de el -como- No todas las mujeres son iguales... wow, dime algo que yo no sepa 😄 1. EL MINISTERIO define "ministerio": la ocupación, el deber, algunas mujeres lo tienen -impreso- en su ADN, otras ni saben que inconscientemente lo ha...

The Loop / El ciclo

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  Cuantas veces he tenido el mismo despertar? La misma cama, que refleja un sentir vivido por una version anterior de mi mismo, cuyo desenlace fue escogido desde antes de su concepción; El mismo aire acondicionado que parafrasea el sentir de un clima diferente al que vivo, un clima que la piel desea y que por su naturaleza emocional la mente aborrece; Las mismas luces diminutas, producto de un viaje de miles de años luz, escogidas y seleccionadas cuidadosamente y con exquisitez, para una jornada interminable que marcaría el nacimiento de - el ciclo - How many times have I had the same awakening? The same bed, reflecting a feeling once lived by a previous version of myself, whose outcome was chosen before its conception; the same air conditioning paraphrasing the feeling of a climate different from the one I live in, a climate the skin longs for and that, by its emotional nature, the mind rejects; the same tiny lights, product of a journey of thousands of light-years, carefully and...

Blackout / Se fué la Luz

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  The night was very dark. There was a Twilight scent in the night the sky,  The inky blackness of the night, a canvas devoid of stars  looking very dark. However, it  was broken by an eerie glow. It wasn't the soft, familiar light of the moon, but a pulsating, otherworldly illumination that seeped into every corner of the sky.  The lights started showing up everywhere, in the sky. La noche estaba muy oscura. Había un acento de Crepúsculo en el cielo, La negrura como la tinta de la noche, un lienzo desprovisto de estrellas luciendo muy oscuro. Sin embargo, fue interrumpido por un resplandor espeluznante. No era la suave y familiar luz de la luna, sino una pulsante iluminación de otro mundo que se filtraba en cada rincón del cielo. Las luces empezaron a aparecer por todas partes, allá arriba. Different lights that looked like there were living bacteria in the sky, doing synchronized movements all at the same time.  Tiny, iridescent orbs, like bioluminescent ...

The time has arrived

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  Decisions, decisions   This doesn't come from that place, not for the place of deciding, not from the place of anger or certainty, nevertheless from the place of undecisiveness. I've always been very impatient with undecisive individuals as life for me has always been a matter of decision, on the one hand the train of consequences attached to deciding what to do, when and where, and on the other, the missing forecast involved on not deciding something, what if, what would, what have you, but the case is not always black and white. We have several things that determine the kind of decisions that we make and define why we make them, nevertheless some of us, cannot or will not take the pertinent decisions based on fears, anticipated anxiety or simply the tangential facts that intertwine us to some person, situation or aggravating fact of life that we decide that -blocks- us from dwindling with facing our own self existence in deciding. Lovewise, we should certainly se...

The Messiah' third coming... (I don´t wanna love you, part II)

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  We apply religious inputs as to what, when, where and how we'll get to a point where we want to be, in many senses, nonetheless we play with this concepts as if we could stretch time forever.... Time, beneath the eye of the beholder, as in "the effort that you dedicate to..." whereas one year of mask is nothing but the fair equivalent to a horse's orgasm, well, it had to be said. We create religious input, for we need to feel that someone or something will come and "save us", we need to feel that we are not alone in this universe, multiverse, how do we call it now a days? but it's been always about Chimera and Bastet, has it not? How or why do we pretend, we can atone to what time is? Once the welder saw it for what it was, he understood that the spark was very low proficient on telling the amount of time required to accept, love, or should we call it, her? Let me try to explain the situation. As ugly as it might sound, no matter how painful something ...

Love Crumbs

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  1: What? When you work on yourself, you are investing in your own growth and happiness. You are taking the time to heal your past, learn new things, and overall become the best version of yourself. This is a journey that takes lots of time and effort, and it is one that is incredibly rewarding. One of the most important things you can do for yourself when you are working on yourself is to set boundaries. This means saying no to things that are not good for you, and demanding the love and respect that you deserve, from your point of view, remember, love has two directions. Love crumbs are not acceptable for those of us who work in the self. Love crumbs are the scraps of attention and affection that someone gives you when they are not really interested in you , not at a deeper level, at least not enough to make them decide for you. They may text you once a day, or call you when they are bored. They may make plans with you and then cancel at the last minute. They may give you mixed ...

The Whole Package, Delivered to the Wrong Address

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I have always been a romantic guy. I believe in love at first sight, happily ever afters, and the power of true connection. But after many breakups, I have adopted the way of thinking that perhaps I have been a bit too idealistic. You see, has that ever happen to you, that your partner was the whole package?. handsome, funny, intelligent, and successful, everything you could ever want in a man/woman. But for some reason, it just didn't work out. We come to the realization that sometimes, we can be the whole package and still end up at the wrong address. It's not that there's anything wrong with us. It's just that the other person isn't ready or willing to receive you as you are. I know this is a hard pill to swallow, but it's important to remember that it's not the end of the world. There are plenty of other fish in the sea, and I'm sure that one day we'll find someone who is truly meant for us. Having said that, in the meantime, we have to f...