Friday, September 30, 2005
Psychotic Nation...
I wrote this thing about the Psychotic Nation several months ago (the introduction to this Blog)... today I read it again, and it meant a completely different thing to me. I've been through a lot of new/cool experiences during the last months, and no matter if I was giving a talk in a conference, playing on a band, losing a lot of money because a bad decision of a friend, wondering around New York, Santiago, Buenos Aires, Vancouver, Portland or Seattle... I was always the same person. I knew who I was... Someone upthere taught me what I meant for Him, so it wasn't about my activities or environments anymore but about being yourself, finding your own balance... no matter if you are rich or poor, loved or hated, welcome or rejected... you know where you are standing on... and that place never changes, and that is my nation.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
You are not your Khakis*
JAJAJa... it can't be truth...Today I was a little homesick and I got into my Visa account from 2 months ago to see if I could find any purchase that reminded me of any meaninful fact... "My life on a credit file"... the ultimate degradation of the human being!
*Tyler Durden, Fight Club, 1999
*Tyler Durden, Fight Club, 1999
The science of superstition.
Science is an arrogant illusion about us being able to construct an official knowledge about the world. We bought so cheap the idea that bivalent logic could explain all the unique phenomena of the world... We actually believe that if something is not proved by a scientific method it is not truth, so we believe that we can actually invalidate something because it hasn't been analyzed by this self proclaimed "truth" which, by the way, assumes its perishability.
Scientists and the rest of western world are not different from Shamans and the community in early times. Scientists, as well as Shamans had used the power of convincingness and superstition , a hypnosis at a global scale to make us believe that our world is predictable so we don't fall into desperation.
Scientists and the rest of western world are not different from Shamans and the community in early times. Scientists, as well as Shamans had used the power of convincingness and superstition , a hypnosis at a global scale to make us believe that our world is predictable so we don't fall into desperation.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
A few months ago...
Just walking through my city, without knowing the time nor date, an "extra-temporal" experience, no company, no mobile phones, just crossing faces that run against my way.
No worries... That is a lost privilege these days; the right to walk with no direction, A privilege that I can not afford, so I'm struggling to accomplish that without having to wait until I am 65 years old.
Again... What a waste of energy, what a waste of creativity, all of that serving the same "unknown master".
Oh Jesus, how could I ever feel completed, how could I ever feel that I am living my own life? Now that I've been abandoned through the sea with the tiniest timon that exists which is my experience and self awareness, or the little knowledge about the conditions available through the waves of water.
Thousands of horizons and no maps to follow... Just one, and I don't like it.
Nothing on this world I have but you. Could you give me a hand lord?
Santiago de Chile, May 2005
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No worries... That is a lost privilege these days; the right to walk with no direction, A privilege that I can not afford, so I'm struggling to accomplish that without having to wait until I am 65 years old.
Again... What a waste of energy, what a waste of creativity, all of that serving the same "unknown master".
Oh Jesus, how could I ever feel completed, how could I ever feel that I am living my own life? Now that I've been abandoned through the sea with the tiniest timon that exists which is my experience and self awareness, or the little knowledge about the conditions available through the waves of water.
Thousands of horizons and no maps to follow... Just one, and I don't like it.
Nothing on this world I have but you. Could you give me a hand lord?
Santiago de Chile, May 2005