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Pueblitos y volcanes

wayqey Jorge

Tlazokamati Urpillay Sonqollay wayqey Jorgito, me extendiste la mano, compartiste el calor de tu Alma, el Fuego Sagrado, un cigarrito. Y mucho mas.

 Te doy mi palabra que continuaré en nuestro trabajo, compartiendo con humildad lo que compartimos. Recordando que de alguna manera cada uno es todo, que no dejamos de existir al dejar nuestro cuerpo fisico

el reencuentro con el Gran Espiritu
 el gran amigo
 el amor infiinito
el volver
regresar
el soltar

breaking open



 Bendiciones mi carnal.

John O'Dononue

'May there be some beautiful surprise
Waiting for you inside death
Something you never knew or felt,
Which with one simple touch
Absolves you of all loneliness and loss,
As you quicken within the embrace
For which your soul was eternally made.

'May your heart be speechless
At the sight of the truth
Of all your belief had hoped,
Your heart breathless
In the light and lightness
Where each and every thing
Is at last its true self
Within that serene belonging
That dwells beside us
On the other side
Of what we see.'

Everett Ruess

Reading this correspondence, one is struck by Ruess's craving for connection with the natural world and by his almost incendiary passion for the country through which he walked. "I had some terrific experiences in the wilderness since I wrote you last - overpowering, overwhelming," he gushed to his friend Cornel Tengel. "But then I am always being overwhelmed. I require it to sustain life."


I have been thinking more and more that I shall always be a lone wanderer of the wilderness. God, how the trail lures me. You cannot comprehend its resistless fascination for me. After all the lone trail is the best...I'll never stop wandering. And when the time comes to die I'll find the wildest, loneliest, most desolate spot there is.
The beauty of this country is becoming part of me. I feel more detached from life and somehow gentler....I have some good friends here but no one who really understands why I am here or what I do. I don't know of anyone, though, who would have more than a partial understanding; I have gone too far alone.
I have always been unsatisfied with life as most people live it. Always I want to live more intensely and richly.

from "Into The Wild" by Jon Krakauer

Icaro de Alto y Manta - Alonso del Rio

stress

a dog chasing its tail, or chewing the fur off it, even.
no different

how to accept my role in the demise of my mother's sanity, when it was always in danger, she was always a likely precipice-faller. the pressure to perform, to strive, to show the hunger and ambition that she had and can only truly come from physical hunger, and poverty.
had the opposite effect
no ambition.
the only desire, to not desire, to just be with no heed for past or future. impossible 

embrace the abyss, i might say, as i have. or claim
proclaim

now it's not the banter bluster of youth. chemo put all that, and so much more, into perspective.

simply grateful to be alive, again, and once more. but what else, what more, how is what i'm doing with my life showing gratitude to Ometeotl for prolonging my sojourn on this earthly plane?
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"It was comic and it was pitiable, but it wasn't less comic because the man was dead. Death doesn't change comedy to tragedy, and if that last gesture was one of affection, I suppose it was only one more indication of a human being's capacity for self-deception, our baseless optimism that is so much more appalling than our despair"

from "Across the Bridge" by Graham Greene

the times when we were running wild

from "The Snow Leopard" by Peter Matthiessen

SEPTEMBER 29
A luminous mountain morning. Mist and fire smoke, sun shafts and dark ravines: a peak of Annapurna poises on soft clouds. In fresh light, to the peeping of baby chickens, we take breakfast in the village tea house, and are under way well before seven.
A child dragging bent useless legs is crawling up the hill outside the village. Nose to the stones, goat dung, and muddy trickles, she pulls herself along like a broken cricket. We falter, ashamed of our strong step, and noticing this, she gazes up, clear-eyed, without resentment—it seems much worse that she is pretty. In Bengal, GS says stiffly, beggars will break their children’s knees to achieve this pitiable effect for business purposes: this is his way of expressing his distress. But the child that lies here at our boots is not a beggar; she is merely a child, staring in curiosity at tall, white strangers. I long to give her something—a new life?—yet am afraid to tamper with such dignity. And so I smile as best I can, and say “Namas-te!” “Good morning!” How absurd! And her voice follows as we go away, a small clear smiling voice—“Namas-te!”—a Sanskrit word for greeting and parting that means, “I salute you.”
We are subdued by this reminder of mortality. I think of the corpse in Gorkha Country, borne on thin shoulders in the mountain rain, the black cloths blowing; I see the ancient dying man outside Pokhara; I hear again my own wife’s final breath. Such sights caused Sakyamuni to forsake Lumbini and go in search of the secret of existence that would free men from the pain of this sensory world, known as samsara.
Grieve not for me, but mourn for those who stay behind, bound by longings to which the fruit is sorrow . . . for what confidence have we in life when death is ever at hand? . . . Even were I to return to my kindred by reason of affection, yet we should be divided in the end by death. The meeting and parting of living things is as when clouds having come together drift apart again, or as when the leaves are parted from the trees. There is nothing we may call our own in a union that is but a dream. . . .3
And yet, as his own death drew near, Sakyamuni turned again toward the north (“Come, Ananda, let us go to Kusinagara”). Like the rest of us, perhaps he longed for home.

Six Bells Chime

another tree

Lasnigh i dreamt that we were on a lad's adventure in Wales

By the seaside, suddenly dinosaurs were rampaging, Sean and family were also there

we were at some sort of campsite theme park and hundreds of people panicking and trying to get in their cars to get away, long queue of cars formed

I decided it made more sense to hide in the woods, which for some reason bothered Jue no end.

Adam's Tree was visited, as was Adam's Other Tree

a sign

the last billboard i saw on our trip to the UK was for Hamilton - The Musical

Shiram Yaa

 

 

Partida

florcita blanca de mi amada muña

en la maloka

waiki

Loja

Catacaos

Waka Puruchuco, de vuelta en Lima

khantus

Libertad para amar y
delirio de felicidad
Sintiendo el vacio profundo
ahora lleno
para luego vaciarlo
por, para y en ustedes

Yuminsajme

Paso, como un sueño, andando por el Camino Rojo. Almas, llamitas brillantes en el infinito tocandome y estremeciendome de ternura. Ternuritas, ah.

Confinement by Dorian Gossy

massive

edge of darkness: i will listen to you

edge of darkness: i will listen to you



Ya que el alma es dinamica y evoluciona, necesita la energia de un espiritu intacto que la propulse hacia su potencial. Para sanar el espiritu y mantenerlo fuerte, y para lograr harmonia, necesitamos esmerarnos para volvernos completamente concientes. Esto requiere tomar responsabilidad por nuestros pensamientos y acciones, y hacer el esfuerzo de sanar nuestras heridas para recordar quienes realmente somos, y para ampliar nuestra perspectiva. Hacer estas cosas ayuda a crear un espiritu radiante que  puede dirigirse hacia el Espiritu divino mas facilmente, ya que en realidad puede ver la luz de Dios y es atraido a ella.



Elena Avila

Ometeotl

a mood

la luna, me llena

mas medicina

Querid@s Herman@s del Fuego, y del Camino,
Historias no nos definen, y al fin lo único que tenemos es este momento, y nuestra alma. De lo siguiente pueden, quizás, leer la primera oración, y la ultima.

Estoy viendo como ir a Shiram Yaa para la danza del sol este año. Como les he expresado a Aurelio y Yaci antes, la danza del sol me salvo la vida, de alguna manera ;), en el 2011. Ahí fue que los conoci a ellos y a Alfonso Perez, en Zacualpan, 3 meses después de haber tenido quimioterapia, y aun recuperando de sus efectos. Y eso luego de casi morirme de los efectos de leucemia, tremenda rebeldía y masoquismo que mi cuerpo me gritaba que busque ayuda, y no le hacia caso por creerme deportista guerrero. Cada año desde ese he vuelto a la danza una vez, sea en Mexico, Ecuador o Colombia. Si pudiera seria varias veces al año, temazcales semanales; en fin no podemos saber cuanto tiempo “viviremos”, pero habiendo conocido la oscuridad de la muerte tan íntimamente siento que no hay nada tan importante como las ceremonias y hacer mi parte, pequeña que sea, por promover el alumbramiento de la senda, un equilibrio sano de la luz y la oscuridad, agregando aunque sea un grano de arena a la construccion de este hermoso templo, la Tierra fisica, la Tierra espiritual.

Desde que llegue al Peru en 2012 he tenido una serie de accidentes, 2 veces me han atropellado en maneras que si hubiera sido en el mundo “desarollado” podría haberles hecho juicio a los choferes, pero aquí no llego a nada. En uno de los casos el oficial hasta me comento algo como “para que le causas problemas al chofer, si te ves bien, puedes llegar a un acuerdo amistoso” (!!!) Tuve accidentes en las casi tres décadas que monte mas de 160mil kms en eeuu y europa (ni una vez me atropellaron), pero alla tuve acceso a terapias y rehabilitación que no hay aca, y estaba joven :) .
Este ultimo atropello que ocurrio en febrero resulto en una contractura fuertísima. Han sido cinco meses de dolor intenso, y debilitación por moverme cada vez menos y menos. Ahora estoy con otra contractura desde hace una semana. El dolor quita fuerza pero, al aceptar su medicina, forja la voluntad.

Antes creía importante definir quien soy... padre, ciclista, traductor profesional, etc. Pero en mi alma sentía que nunca iba poder captar mi esencia con definiciones tan limitantes. Sabia de otra realidad, aparte, donde no existen palabras, menos definiciones, ni la necesidad de ellas. Ahora se que el camino espiritual es lo unico que importa, aunque me sigue gustando salir a la chacra en bici a respirar otro aire :). Prefiero ejercer mi fuerza y voluntad en ceremonias y en luchar por la justicia, ya no probarlas en tontos retos del ego.

Se, por experiencia, que trabajar en las ceremonias le saca a un@ fuerzas que no se imaginaba, pero tan débil no quisiera llegar a Shiram Yaa.
Deseandoles buena salud y bellos sueños haciéndose realidad, mandándoles abrazos y
Bendiciones,

una pareja, ancianos

edge of darkness: una pareja, ancianos

i suggest you step out