viernes, 22 de noviembre de 2013

Emotional Loneliness. Is this an issue today?


I don´t think it as an option, you can change it or endure that... 

For example, I recently got a cat and I couldn´t keep it for three reasons, as I saw these: 

1) Her feeding was out of "my budget" or daily income (if I call it that way). 
2) The job I irregularly do takes me out home too often, and 
3) She was too demanding, I´m used to my passsed by dog... (But I loved the way she was). 

These same things apply for people, as well as other reasons for their being alone or emotionally isolated (I know some people cannot walk, cannot see... and more). 

I just let these things for you to consider some reasons that could be keeping you in a situation that leads you (or someone) to how you feel (or them), the way you are (or them) and no matter there is a family (since I have 3 children). 

I live alone, in a mountain, with no relationship with my neighbors (because I don´t like the way they are, for example) and many dislike to look at people eyes or their needs. You can live in an apartment and, each time you get into an elevator, you avoid looking at people´s eyes and, if they say "hello", you are mute or suddenly deaf. 

Prayers do heal people, but my actitude spoils it -as well as yours- and those may be hindered to get your way out. 

Find out how to cope with loneliness, your actitude and live ONE DAY AFTER A DAY. 

I enjoy sharing with people who are accesible and open minded IN THE STREETS. 

If you are secluded, the CC and other sites may help you find some relief or a definitive way to sort these out. 

Allow me to say that I wish God may look on those who feel alone or the sadness of loneliness, same way I have see it here and elsewhere.

jueves, 14 de noviembre de 2013

Does marriage matter?


Well! I married once and that lasted for 13 years. Now I´m divorced and I know marriage is not a bullet proof jacket… If I love (and feel specially loved) I don´t mind being married twice, but THAT CONTRACT is not a love guarantee. I´m not interested in having children (I got 3) I´m concerned in sharing my life with one who has Christian/jews habits, a nice and intelligent woman, who believes in God and understands His teachings. Freedom is not an issue but BELONGING to one another… 

It´s God's miracle to be united as ONE. And marriage, as a contract has to be seen as it is: A risky contract, and investment and I understand why some may skip it. I don´t see a sin living without it. The sin is cheating or having two (or more) “lovers”. 

The commitment should be LOVE and exclusive sex. I spent much of my life to learn this lately. Me and my ex-wife regreted having married one another without knowing who we really were or expected in such a long-term relationship. Marrying, without God´s guidance, is a fake feeling. It´s a pity not having God just at the corner or around our neighborhood to listen to His direct advice: It´s a lesson we pay with pains and $, but better to face it than depraving or missing a portion of this life.

Amistad... Quizá es solo otra IDEALIZACIÓN.


¿Acaso sólo el que te comenten bien por algo, hace que descubras un amigo o que con algo se construya una verdadera amistad?

Se puede ser tan superficial o profundo como uno quiera (o la oportunidad nos permita) pero LAS PERLAS están más abajo de la superficie del agua y, a demás, dentro de una ostra, enconchada... La misma analogía aplica a las piedras preciosas, que están bajo la superficie de la tierra, que requieren cierto trabajo para lograr alcanzarlas...

lunes, 28 de octubre de 2013

Reply to: "Older women and younger men"


Allow me to tell, according to my experience: I never like older women. Today youngs, both men or women, try to learn from the older ones and, in the case of women, some may call her cougars (I don´t know why) except that having younger people by sides makes you to feel younger. 

Tina Turner may call that "successful", like many others who has got what they like and, ALL are free to get the partner any could be given (GOD-GIVEN) but I can assure what I have heard from the people I have met is sordid. Old women still having fantacies like teenagers (I knew one who wanted 2 men in bed and this also fell in love with a man of 25) She is 43 yearsd old!

What do I have in common with a teen? What do I have in common with a foreigner in a remote country I cannot walk in her culture or economy? 

LOVE seems to be a need EVERYWHERE, but the commonwealth of ideas, likes, and a bunch of things do matter to make it successfully; because beauty and health may fade away. 

Older people can be ill-biased. Teens are those who risk themselves to start a new relationship at ease, and I had a forty-niner friend who married 5 times (From USA, by the way). 

Marriage has to be given by God. It´s not based on beauty, a nice roof richly kept or sex. It´s a miracle to find one and a miracle to be found. 

So I remember those words Jesus said about "the eunuch"...

lunes, 16 de septiembre de 2013

Love relationships


Yesterday I was given a love lesson. I heard the voices of a granddad and a son praying, repeating and following instructions. It was lovely! It was like Jesus were teaching each of us there.

Someone else was at the chat room and each one enjoyed for what they heard, did or liked.

You can hear someone chewing his food or chewing her gum, but this what I heard was more than that. It was like my heart beating, a man who became a dad second time and a little voice who asked his loving attention and, as a response, he or she did what a granddad asked or needed. Doesn't it look like us, being Christians?

Let's say we are not at God's physical reach, but we could be assured or hugged, sometimes. We are not at His lap, but He is willing to care for all our needs, to give us personal attention, while whispering His words sweetly: He wants to be loved too.

I agree we don't want to give too much attention to certain things or persons. We are creepy when asking things, and perhaps we are not kind enough to thanks those who has blessed us with a sincere prayer, an honest act of friendship, or the empty seat we received at a crowded place. We're are not kind enough to tell God “Thanks” when life is spared, saved from secular corruption or from the danger of any human disease.
Doesn't this remind you when Jesus spoke of those men who were healed and never thanked him back?
Love often functions like the job of a gardener. You cannot get easily some special fruit. A flower needs attention, her soil requires watering with your nice feelings and the toil that pays you back with beauty or her scent. Don't you regret vanishing colors? Will you leave your roses to turn pale?

In love you are aware you need attentions; but the other part could be demanding his (or her) anytime you won't think of. It is like breathing! There is an incoming air and its opposite flow changing. Who wants to stop his living breath?

There is a selfish part on this. I could long to receive fresh air. I would love to inhale, to kiss, but paid too little attention on somebody's else breathing. I received, and sometimes -too often- I stopped myself from giving.

I miss my child's voice: I recorded the sound of his voice when he was so little and dear to me (Where have I left it?). I took those pictures I cherish for the memories they could keep, and for those I'll be reminded when my children become moms or dads. But this child I heard yesterday made me happy, and I cannot show the face I now have on this screen as a paperwall.

There was a young lady too who also enjoyed that moment. She wants to have her kids. Perhaps she keeps the word she would give her husband when they´re married; but human life needs one room for breathing, same way a rose has its thorns to be saved, self-protected and rooted in the depth of clean soil.

Loving relationships need our attention, one we freely give without pushing. You cannot get a real friend choking his/her personal desires. I'm sure I cannot respire in some rare atmospheres; so I guess I can help someone to breathe, to find her daily breath without hurting like a thorn... But I need God first!

Yesterday I secretly laughed at hearing people talking... In somebody's voice (and his claims) I heard how I was, the things I needed and I'm glad that I´m changing: God is the ONE I needed to have my all.

Some Christians may misbehave or look you down unfriendly. They are so demanding, so judgmental, that they indulged themselves to judge you, when you're walking your life at your steps. Is Jesus like that? Have you seen how bossy some Christians are, telling you to do the things they don´t make to happen?

“Come to me... My yoke is easy.” (Jesus, in Matthew's)

“No one can come to me unless the Father draws him” (Jesus, in John's) How could you lead a person to Jesus if God is out?

Yes! God is not pushing me to love Him. He invites me to love Him by obedience, same way His Son did.

Yes! He wants me to follow Jesus´ teachings and life style. Will you come too?

Love is not a dead-end street, it´s a two way street. It is roomy enough for people to breathe, to walk and feel safe. Its root is divine and above all humans. It has an earthly realm, but the operative design and its seal are divine and eternal: The source is God's.

Just to keep in mind, as I lately have said: Friendship and love are not to be begged, but to be given.

A.T.

viernes, 6 de septiembre de 2013

Lo que fácil viene ¿fácil se va?


Hubiese querido publicar estas ideas en inglés, pero intento dejarlas a mis hijos y, ni seguro esté que intenten poner atención a lo que pudiera servirles pronto, si se ahorraran unos años. Sé que -normalmente- aprendemos de nuestras propias experiencias, pero cuánto me aliviaría que estos carajitos se sirvieran de la mía...

Hace mucho leí libros que hoy echo de menos. Pendejamente vendí libros que hoy desearía tener para re-leer y, uno de ellos, es “El Hombre al desnudo”, escrito por Desmond Morris (sólo hojeé “El mono al desnudo”). Allí aprendí un grupo de cosas que todavía se cumplen por el carácter y la cultura visceral de la naturaleza humana.

Vestimos conforme a la moda. NO tengo idea de quién o quiénes la imponen, pero sé que va dirigida a esos aspectos de nuestra sensualidad más que a la comodidad o la seguridad. En el siglo  15 una minifalda sería un delito de muerte hoy, un hilo dental, es una propuesta visual a cada hombre que hay visto lo que hay bajo el vestido, de forma explícita y directa y, si quieren casarse con un bonito trasero, vayan a las playas y metan ojo (pero guárdense las manos) que un trasero exhibido, así, no tiene dueño fijo, ni es una relación en la que puedas confiar el amor de tu vida...

Sé que Elisha no repara en esto de “comer lo que venga”, es muy práctico; pero Joy se hace la pendeja y ya está pelando el diente. A fin de cuentas, lo que pierdan (o ganen) es cosa suya y, de mi parte, bien lejos vivo de sus cosas (para que no me afecten ni yo les afecte).

No voy a negar, como hombre, que no me atraigan esas carajitas con pantalones rotos. Esas piernas, esos muslos, parecen tener algo sabroso pero, en medio de tanta competencia visual, sin mostrar lo que hay en el carácter del cerebro, lo que quieren o lo que buscan, no es difícil prever que, largamente, cambiarán de pareja, de maridos o de amantes y,  como pecaminosamente tendemos a ser promíscuos -por placer o diversión- no sé cómo hallarán una pareja que no les sea infiel pues, la religión no es garantía de que alguien nos sea leal y, si una carajita o una persona nos atrae más de lo debido (en lo sexual o emocional) el vínculo erótico parece prevalecer sobre lo que se pensaba era amor y, en cuanto a conveniencias, la estúpidamente humana cree que la chica bonita resultará más fiel que quien haya sufrido desengaños en la vida o la que haya aceptado el señoría de Dios en su vida. ¿Les digo la verdad? ¡No hay garantías! Puede que se tenga temor de Dios, puede que ganes ese amor que siempre creíste o deseaste, pero -por cualquier imprevisto- mujeres y hombres cambian de pareja a conveniencia y mire qué pocas son fieles (puedo decirte que conocí pocas mujeres de un solo hombre, pero todas tienen fantasías eróticas y, para tristeza y desdicha de algunas, hay hombres durmiendo con otras mujeres, así como algunas de ellas se acuestan con otros “caballeros” ¡sin importar aspectos religiosos o económicos! (el vínculo no es amistad ni amor, es simple sexo).

Es fácil entender la razón por la que damos culto al sexo: Hay placer visceral. Puedes pasar horas comiendo o bebiendo, pero el sexo es tan adictivo como una droga fuerte y, de hecho, el cerebro se empapa de un caldo de hormonas alucinantes que uno siente que “vive” (cuando, en realidad, se muere). ¡Miren ese peo! La ilusión de la eyaculación no es mayor que esos 5 minutos pero, los problemas del sexo pueden durar años. ¿Qué tal un embarazo? ¿Qué tal una enfermedad de transmisión sexual? Uno ni sabe con quien se acuesta. Puede que te haga creer que ella ni él es promiscuo y, luego de ese rato, tendrás un problema de por vida... ¡No vale la pena!

Mi hija está bonita, pero no quiere oír; sino a su actual fantasía de que es joven y bella. Ella, como cualquier carajita, quiere más a su cámara fotográfica que al futuro que le conviene, y les daré un ejemplo ¿Qué hace una mujer adulta, casada, mostrándose demasiado sexy en fakebook? Digamos que no saca una foto convencional, sino una en la que se baja la ropa o suelta el traje de baño, dejando ver más allá de lo que el ojo normal alcanza ¿Qué se busca? Hablo como otro hombre, como simple espectador no puritano, porque he caído en esa misma clase de trampas.

Una mujer, con su cuerpo, palabras o actitudes puede seducir a quien quiera. No tiene que ser bonita ni sexy para llevárselo a uno a la cama. No tiene que ofrecer su casa, ni su cuarto ni pagar la cuenta del hotel para que alguno quiera acostarse sexualmente con ella. Sólo basta que ella diga al hombre (a otra mujer) que quiere sexo y lo tendrá (por eso me molesto con algunas niñas).

Las niñas de estos días no saben LO QUE PROPONEN. A su edad, muchas veces sin malicia, muestran toda la mercancía, lo que hay y lo que tiene precio, sin saber que estaban a la venta ¡y con ganas de darlo TODO gratis! (triste, pero verdadero) (a esto ya llegamos).

Ya la gente tiene sexo desde los 15-16 años. Yo, tardíamente, me enamoré de una carajita de 16 y eso duró menos de un año y, según me parece hoy, esas aventuras amorosas pueden durar horas, días, semanas o pocos meses ahora. ¿Qué tal un embarazo cuando no se tiene ni techo propio? ¿Qué decir de una enfermedad venérea? (porque ni condones usan y ¿quién les protege la boca?)

No me importa que hoy no me paren bolas o les parezca grosero. Una relación sexual, separados de un vínculo total y completo con Dios, es la peor cosa que uno se haga.

Les escribe y les habla un viejo pendejo de 52 años. Esas carajitas -a mí también- físicamente me gustan; pero no son de las que se quedarán con nadie (ni uno) si ustedes no se quedan con una sola de ellas. Ustedes “comen” aquí y “comen” allá (se las quieren comer todas); pero esas niñas, esas chicas que serán mujeres, también se van con cualquiera que las desee, para pasar un rato y SON MUY POCAS las que son realmente dignas de confianza y, peor aún, USTEDES NO SON DIGNOS DE CONFIANZA.

Hijo, cierta vez me dijiste que estabas esperando que, “llegara una chica que te demostrara ser digna de ti, de tu amor y de la fidelidad que guardas para una sola mujer... uno de estos días” ¡Qué sé yo! Permíteme decirte que ellas -también- piensan igual que tú y que yo. Tienen tantos o más sueños que cualquier hombre y, que si tú tienes fantasías o sueños eróticos, ella también tiene cerebro para lo mismo que tú deseas.

No puedo darte una respuesta para lo que tú -a solas- decidas para ti mismo, ni puedo darte garantías sobre lo que otra mujer, como individuo, decidirá de sí y para sí: La garantía es que no hay garantías para nadie y, las ventajas, son para ninguno.

Tú eres el mejor regalo que alguien pueda recibir cuando tú decidas darte a la persona que ames. Puede que ese alguien te estime hoy y, cualquier día de mañana, te subestime y se busque otro (u otra). No podemos predecir lo que alguien hará, a menos que la intuición o la comunicación esté afinada a lo que sus labios te digan o su voluntad públicamente te exprese.

No quiero que la vida se te vaya como se me ha ido. No deseo tengas que pasar por alguna estrechez, cierta incomodidad, que deje marca o dolor durante cada experiencia; pero caminarás tu sendero, el trecho de un dolor, como el amor te traerá gozo, a fin de que puedas apreciar las bondades de cada regalo que te ofrezcan, el desengaño de algún rechazo que no quieras ni pidas, en todo aquello que Dios disponga, para formar en ti (y para ti) el carácter que necesitas, sin importar lo seco o lo insípido del viaje que esta vida te guarde.

No creas a las apariencias.

Hay gente que no se exhibe, pero se vende más que ropa en vidriera. Puede que nunca la hayas visto promocionándose, pero no cesa en ofrecerse. Tal vez la veas mojigata, quizá parezca sencilla, pero no es mujer que merezca confianza.

Puedes saber las cosas que le gustan por las cosas que dice. Puedes conocer a alguien por las cosas que hace, por las cosas que te dice; porque su tesoro está en lo que le gusta y no en lo que le disgusta.

Si entras a una casa y todo lo que notas es lujo, allí se valora el bien material. Si una persona no cesa de hablar de nombres y de marcas, lo que gusta o está de moda (y desea poseerlo) te está diciendo qué cosas hay en su mundo, cómo lo ve, dentro de sí misma.

Si eres campusano, dado a la vida salvaje o demasiado sencilla, no podrás convivir con alguien 100% citadino. Si eres torpe, de poco estudio o lectura, no podrás mantener una relación con quien añore dormir en una biblioteca o en le aula de la universidad (aunque he oído que hay mujeres que desean “un burro” de la cintura hasta sus pies).

No es que les guste la zoofilia pero, así como hay algunos que desean tener dos mujeres en la misma cama, hay mujeres que fantasean -y han logrado- tener a más de dos hombres a sus pies. No sólo en un momento de sus vidas, sino en sus camas y sus mentes.

Tuve una amiga que me contaba cómo algunas de sus compañeras (o amigas) eran. Cierta vez me contó que, hasta ella misma se sorprendía pues, en más de una ocasión, en días de trabajo, las creyó que hablaban con sus esposos y, al terminar la llamada telefónica, éstas le explicaban que era uno de sus amantes o una de esas aventuras furtivas de un día. Hablo de mujeres adultas, de 40-50, que tienen esposos “adinerados” e igualmente  aventureros.

La infidelidad mental o sexual no se limita sólo a la vida mundana, también está en las iglesias. Puede que no se divulgue que pastoras y pastores echan su cana al aire... No que sólo el sacerdote católico eche su polvo fuera del perol, sino que evangélicos y no, también ponemos en entredicho la moralidad y que, por desgracia, no sólo mujeres u hombres tengamos pensamientos incestuosos o la práctica de estas cosas: El objetivo satánico es “ridiculizar” a Dios, a la humanidad, pero ¡DIOS NO PUEDE SER BURLADO! (y nos juzgará por todo eso).

No puedo garantizarte nada, hijo. Deseo que halles, para ti, toda la dicha posible (yo no la he hallado). Pienso que mucho de eso está en ti para que se lo des a una sola mujer, pero no hay modo de evitar que ella meta la pata o ponga la “cagada”... Igualmente, no hay manera de prevenir que tú o yo la pongamos en una acción errónea o pecaminosa, si no caminamos de acuerdo a lo que Dios manda.

Toda mujer desea y anhela ser amada, pero lo que pide no es una sola cosa (y ya sabes lo que cuesta). Toda persona sueña con ser aceptada como es y, en medio de su franqueza, te dirá: “Soy así y de este modo” pero hay cosas que no se dicen (1), que no se saben decir (2) o nunca se dijero (3).

Tal vez (no lo sé) si alguien te ama, te dirá quién y cómo es.

Humanamente, esa entrega es parcial, limitada y -ciertamente- nadie se dará de un todo; porque no somos pendejos, no nos haremos vulnerables a capricho de nadie y, la verdad, hasta con Dios nos entregamos a medias (no le conocemos personalmente) (nos han dañado tanto que tenemos prejuicios).

Hay dos extremos y un punto medio en las relaciones humanas. Hay quienes te dirán mucho de sus familias y no sabrás nada de ellas. Pueden que hablen mal y paja de sus hermanos o amigos, pero muy poco soltarán de sí, de quienes son.  Puede que las veas medio “pajuas”, medio sapas, pero ni sabes la verdad total de lo que te hablan de otras personas ni sabes lo que tratan de sacar de ti  (hablan “verdades” o mentiras, a ver qué cosas sí oyen de lo que tú ingenuamente les digas).

Hay otras personas que, en lugar de querer dañar voluntaria o involuntariamente la imagen de su familia o amig@s, te dirán demasiadas cosas íntimas; cosas que sólo son para confesarse con Dios  o la mejor amistad de tu vida pero, como NO LA TIENEN (y necesitan alguien así) decidieron confiarte tal “privilegio” pero, por contrapartida, a ti no te gustan, no te interesan y deseabas sólo echar un polvo y desaparecer de sus vidas como cualquier gallo... ¿Para qué le distes alas, si no quieres que vuelen contigo?

No estoy seguro pero, lo que fácil viene, fácil se va.

Ya he dicho que la amistad ni el amor se mendigan. Creo que -ni a Dios- le gustaría alguien chupa medias ni hala mecate (para ser más exacto). Pienso que uno puede poner algo de sí para darle “parto”, nacimiento, a lo que puede ser una buena amistad o relación pero, rogar por algo que no sea espontáneo no es bueno.

Te aconsejo no te dejes llevar por las apariencias ni por la sobriedad de la hipócrita modestia. Quizá es mejor oír el ruido de lo que no es silencio a quedarse con aquello que “no moja, pero empapa”. Alguien que hace bulla, es más fácil entender o prevenirse que aquellos (y aquellas) que nada de ruido hacen, me parece.

Tuve una aventura con una mujer que, descaradamente, me ofreció facilitarme las cosas con una de sus amigas. Debe ser que los ojos me brillaron cuando vi a su amiga y, ciertamente, soy transparente a muchas de mis emociones, me gustan las mujeres jóvenes y no las de mi edad ¿Voy a pelear con el ser que soy? No era mi intención hacer nada de lo que me disgusta que me hagan, sólo vi lo que vi, y esa persona estaba sentada a mi lado. No uso lentes negros ni me escondo en fachadas (tampoco fue su celo, sino una reacción de su descaro) ¿En qué terminó la relación?... Igual como todo lo que se va.

Estos días -por cierto- me dijo algo que podría volver a involucrarme con su cama o la mía: ¡Lo que se va se va! (y esto me lo digo a mí mismo)

Las relaciones personales no sólo se basan en afinidades, sino en deseos en común. Hoy puedes tener a alguien en tu vida, en tu lecho, pero si Dios no está en nuestras vidas, esa forma de “amor” se apaga como una vela.

El amor se sustenta en hechos, no sólo en temporales deseos viscerales o gustos que cambian.

Ustedes, carajitos y carajitas, gocen lo que gozan, pero si eso es dicha, se les acaba: No tiene a Dios como referencia ni respeto. Muestran lo “mejor” que tienen (por fuera) y este mundo está lleno de depredadores y depredadoras. ¿Están seguras de que el tal es le mejor? ¿Están dando de ustedes lo mejor que tienen de sí?

Ese rostro bonito, en un par de décadas, no sirve al maquillaje. Esos músculos que hoy exhibes -como pavo real- se caerá como se te va a caer el que te conté cuando llegues al llegadero. ¿Te gustará ver a tu mujer con otro hombre? ¿Te gustará que tu chica se vaya con otro, sea por dinero o por sexo?

Últimamente, veo a más mujeres buscándose a un chamito. El tabú social ha cambiado y, en lugar de que quieran casarse hombres con mujeres, sucede lo contrario. ¿No hay valor para ese compromiso? ¿Todo se hace por dinero? ¿Qué estamos dispuestos a dar para quedarnos con una sola persona? ¡No lo sé! Sólo sé que, lo que fácil viene, fácil se va. Hoy tienes juventud, mañana se te irá y, la vida es un regalo y la llenan de maldad.

A.T.

lunes, 17 de junio de 2013

What does it make anyone a writer?

Technically, the ability to write and the art of conveying ideas well. Any can be a “writer”, but something makes few of them to be popular, just by drawing people's attention.

Any can be a music “player”, but few are real musicians. A writer is that one who writes a lot and has piles of papers written with things but, the art is pending on the colors his/her adjectives gives to actions, things or persons spoken of.

Josh is at the military service. Today I recommended him to be careful, because “I don't want to be grandfather” and he promised that won't be yet (Thanks God if so). I told him a couple of my recent “love” affairs, while he showed to be smart and reluctant. I begged him to pray for God's direction: We can see faces, and never each heart...

A writer has the thoughts of any person, but he/she has the chance to write them down quickly, with the hunch or the feeling they often come to be felt or considered. There are many chances when he/she gets enticed and forgets to write to freeze some notions of ideas, and sometimes I had some memories, with its feelings, I cannot convey to portray as words.

Yes! There is some minute regret for the missing records I did not kept. There are feelings I considered eternally lost, but life is like a waving ocean that often brings them back to the seashore of mind to be written or live up again.

There is something compulsory in writing. Sometimes one thing makes you write for minutes or hours. Something meaningless changes to be important, and I cannot tell you why one thing changes each time I try to understand it before it be written down (this last sentence took me several corrections to this final amendment).

Sometimes in my hut, that one I own to bring me peace of mind, a tiny thing becomes a river of ideas where I cannot stop drinking or thinking. I remember the time I went there the first, finding my place, and I felt that that was made “specially” for me. That was a lonely place! 13 years ago. No neighbor around, so it was my place (not now).

I can breathe a sigh remembering those 10 years I spent and enjoyed in that land. Those trees were my friends, the silence smelled like wood and everything seemed to be mine: I wish I can write more someday...

The only thing I miss there, at home, is the electricity power (Would you mind if I ask you to pray for that?). Living around dimming candle lights is not my best idea, but I cannot change my present state with dreams and I don't plan to leave all my papers forgotten, over that table piled with hard to read handwritten rubbish...

I guess some writers liked the honor to be read because this makes some economic profit and it is like living or being heard for decades. Perhaps no many seek fame, but money and, in my case, I write to be known by my children or whomever might like reading just one page.

My kids do not like to write or read, but I hope that will chance same way it happened to me. I remember some dreams I had and some of them where finally done, not like I would have liked.

I don't know if my age or the rainy season help me to stay in bed thinking. I often take minutes (or hours) thinking or praying laid in bed and, when I wake up, I gently brush my teeth same way, up to the moment I need water to wash my mouth. I don't remember when I got this habit, and I'm glad I have no one to criticize it. Will you now that I published it? (He! He!).

Too often my pillow looked very attentive to me. She tries to pay attention to each of my thoughts or to whatever I might have thought to say. She's loyal enough to keep the secrets she keeps and I know she won't say anything to you, but I have liked how she has backed me up femininely with some of my ideas (or dreams). She knows I hate mud...

I had heard some like to consult their pillows, to make decisions. I have learned how some people like to cry over their pillows and their tears cannot be mute when falling on these that are made of light feathers. You can cry your shouts on that smelling cotton, but this fellow companion won't say a word you would lately regret. Pillows are not certainly deaf! But they won't tell the secrets of a daydreamer.

I believe she hears my thoughts. I like the way she silently looked at me and it would be okey if I dare to give her a name (what about Mónica?).

Mónica is a nice name that reminds me of those who have helped and saved my life by just being supportive friends. I don't deserve those who have come into my life, and these names are worthy of mentioning for the good things they have done (for me and many). But a soft pillow cannot give you the wisdom of an advice, but just find out one Monica and tell me later she is not a golden gem to look at. :P (I hope you find your helping hand or advisor).

Pillows are comfortable cushions to lessen some pressures of the head and very few people dislike having one, at least. Those tears someone has shed cannot be muted on them, and some chilling cries still being heard compassionately with some words written on a piece of paper...

Silence in that mountain is different. Peace takes its pace far from cities and I can hear my heart softly beating, and the pulse itself has this heart breathing.

A writer knows his/her heart with the experience of years. A “writer” like me knows his needs, his lacks and longs, and seeks for real satisfaction: Do I know I came here to be an angel? Do I honor God despising myself all alone, the only good thing I think I owned?

We're very well told not to love world. That's true! We are not the same, it was insane, and I've got nothing out of it. I know I'm a worldly thing who likes its own. I would like to know more worlds or the entire cosmos to find what I like, but this life is limited in time and space, and I don't remember hearing God's direct voice telling me “do this” or “go this address”: I learnt the hard way! Same way like many of you.

Sin is the thing I have to hate! I have to avoid sinning, same way any would avoid being hurt.

For instances, look at Job writings. Was he writing from his lack of vivid experience? Was he real or a theological invention? As a writer, did he lack the emotional background of what he wrote or heard for us? The Bible is a gold mine and some teachings worth life plus diamonds.

A simple poem often comes from a hunch of a feeling mingled with human dreams. An idea becomes a desire and a person spurs things that can be true out of idealizations. Who writes a poem without the experience of a feeling? A composer can write without an initial emotion?

Let's say Beethoven was deaf in his late years, but he never lacked the notion to write music or never ceased having his feelings.

This week I watched a movie (“Coraline”, a Focus Features / Laika Entertainment / Pandemonium production). It's based on a novel written by Neil Gaiman (Ed. Harper Collins Publishers, 2002), and I partially liked the psychology I saw and heard there. Has anybody noticed the attention we have drifted from family? We love gold or quick pleasures, but we tend to leave people alone and out our way...

Each time Coraline felt alone she took a picture of two friends she has left and said: “Don't forget about me, guys”. Have any of you ever felt that? Does a writer talk to him/herself, in his/her loneliness?

That sounded me like a common prayer I haven't heard from many and, of course, the movie-novel is not Christianized, because it has several elements of magic like Disney's stories (but that human longing is universal to change loneliness).

In Coraline's movie I saw two parents isolated in their jobs of writers and a lonely girl who was born by “accident”, as not being desired. How many were grown that way? (I did not received the attention I would have wished from my parents).  What can be said of some character's names? I heard subliminal words as “Why born” (Wyborne) or that like “why be” (Wybie). This is not my mother tongue, but I think it is a field where some could have researched...

Sometimes I tried to give my children attention and, in my opinion, they've liked money instead of love, and I know what I don't have to give. I talked to Joy last night and she looks reluctant to pay attention to what an adult may say but, at faKebook, she sees all the pictures she can of her friends (and I know it because I was with her, side by side, last night in her Internet session).

All or many people are uploading and downloading on-line contents. These are pictures, notes, etc. Some are becoming bloggers, amateur journalists or writers, and some are good at faking, reposting or at impersonating others they are not.

Why do we need to be remembered or seen?
Why do I need to be known by my sons?

We seek some recognition.

Privately I have said God is a bloggist. He wrote His name on the entire universe and the Bible is a simple love note... (Here I felt like tears were about to fall off).

A writer leaves the testimony of his/her ideas and the teaching of what he is learning or doing. As father I wish I had given more, but rare things hinder my ways same way as yours.

Perhaps not many people want to be admired or desired, but look that God also wants holy recognition. Read the Bible and see the many times He has said “I AM almighty” or “I DID” or “would DO” this to be known. He is not selfish, but God has His holy ego, same way we have ours: I am me! (You are you) and without God we cannot safely live.

Satan is a liar. He insists on telling humans we can live without God pleasing our selfish beings, hurting others and causing all type of human mess: I wish I had all those good qualities God has in stock for His chosen ones. I wish I could hear His personal voice to be directed, guided, but I'm deaf as a stone and, what I've learned, I learn from experiences and from others.

Imagine a writer with no experience, what is he going to write? He is a simple reader typing, instead.

Coraline movie tells me a good thing I have to keep in mind. The other mother told her, in the living room: “They say even the proudest spirit can be broken with love”. Is this totally true?

I know many have lost valuable things when believing the wrong ones. Those “ghosts” on the movie said: “She spied on our lives and saw we weren't happy... She lured us away by treasures, treats and games to play”. Is not the world doing the same? How long will I let evil lead my life with presents that are not gifts?

Sometimes we gave all that we had and found ourselves out with people who never stopped asking rather than giving, just letting them sew darkness in our eyes.

Yesterday, while I was cloning a HDD, Francis told me a story connected to her parents and, to resume all she said, it dealt with sorcery used to separate her father from her mother. Is magic being used to separate Christians from the Bible and its good teachings? (Rev. 21:8)

Many people like reading thick books connected to “good” vampires, magic sex, eternal youth taken from blood and romantic things taken from fornication or adultery; but few are willing to spend half an hour reading the Bible and few go to a Bible study outside the church (I don't go! Here there is a denominational movement I don't like to cope with) (I hate religion and Jesus denounced hypocrisy and its denominational tendencies).

Some people said “I love you”, and it took time to see I lied same way they did, and I'm spared from being eaten up.

I gave my brother A.G. a copy of the Coraline movie, and he gave me -in turn- more info I could read or discuss later. Why are so many people drawn to occultism? What's the reason we seldom pray and try to live up individually instead of waiting for God's hands?

Many of us want to write on our blanked pages. It's like living our personal Paradise and missing God who is absent or voiceless to our deaf ears.

We shared our ideas. Some are missing here and most of them I cannot convey into this foreign language...

I checked some information we got from the Internet. I can't tell you why some writers -like Stephenie Meyer- became so popular, but there is a dark force sponsoring them from their nameless background and, of course, there is an emptiness that longs to be fed and wants to be filled in humanity. I'm a human being and I want to live and feel I'm living. 

I often tell God: “Please, update the Bible. We need a more vivid experience with you”. I'm glad the Dead Sea Scrolls appeared, but that isn't enough to build a friendly relationship with God and Jesus.

Many Christian writers are giving their best on their writings, but we human beings need an individual and personal encounter with God, His Spirit, and Jesus is an example of life; but we lack some information while we're seeking to hear God's personal voice.

I believe thunders can speak from God, as circumstances as well, but that is just the beginning of anything. Jesus heard his voice. John the Baptist heard God's voice. Peter, James and John too...

How could I befriend you if you only “poked” me with a “like” click? Sometimes I don't see what they say and often I'm in a rush to leave what I have to post...

See how some church “leaders” want you to walk blind (“by faith”, they say). If you take a look at Coraline movie, you'll see the other mother wanted THE SAME. Once you are blind enough, you won't see the truth: And the TRUTH is Jesus Christ.

Coraline wasn't happy with her parents' attitude, which is fine to find it out within ourselves. Are we being good enough with our children? Are we giving them love or simple stuff?

Some “leaders” want our eyes shut to do what they're pleased. They may use the Bible as a law code, as well as the national constitution for their arguments, but justice is above all things.

I guess the character of Caroline has to be lift up each time a “leader” wants us to be blind and starts pushing his/her bottoms to get me submissive or blind to say what I think I see.

Jesus told us He is the leader, the Master, and all who wants to be great has to serve all...

I don't want to be blinded.

I won't let them to push me with their black bottoms and subliminal magic arts.

I won't to partake with those who like magic arts and sorcery. I'll be away from any movement or denomination promoting secular traditions, who are far from Christ.

A writer is any who denounces himself and his hypocrisy.


A writer is any preacher who writes his/her words to correct the message and the log of that earthly trip.