<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9353092</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:09:33.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>METAPHYSICS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metaphysics-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9353092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metaphysics-mystic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>INTEGRAL PSYCHOTHERAPY &amp;amp; METAPHYSICS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770882782909672559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9353092.post-110271325004469493</id><published>2004-12-10T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T23:48:53.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DIAMOND - EL DIAMANTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The sannyasi had reached the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Outskirts of the village and settled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Down under a tree for the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;When a villager came running up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;To him and said,” The Stone! The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;stone! Give me the precious stone!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;“What stone?” asked the sannyasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;“Last night the Lord Shiva appeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;to me in a dream, “ said the villager, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;“and told me that if I went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;outskirts of the village at dusk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I should find a sannyasi who would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;give me a precious stone that would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;make me rich forever”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The sannyasi rummaged in his bag and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Pulled out a stone. “He probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Meant this one,” he said, as he handed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The stone over the villager. “I found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It on a forest path  some days ago. You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Can certainly have it”.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The man gazed at the stone in wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It was a diamond, probably the largest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Diamond in the whole world, for it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;As large as a person’s head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;He took the diamond and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;All night he tossed about in bed,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Unable to sleep. Next day at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Crack of dawn he woke the sannyasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And said, “Give me the wealth that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Makes it possible for you to give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;This diamond away so easily”.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;“…But I love him so much, like I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;never loved before. He was the only love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;of my whole life”. Said the client while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;she was crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;“He insulted me, he hit me; he was so abusive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;That I used to pass out even before receiving&lt;br /&gt;his beats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;because of how scared I felt with him,&lt;br /&gt;but I loved him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;…I realized it was insane, just a few years ago, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;But he was the only one, the only man I could love!”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;“…finally now, after so many years, I have become&lt;br /&gt;strong enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;to leave him and start taking care&lt;br /&gt;of my self, of my life…”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;What kind of “love” could make us really happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;How big should be a diamond to make us really rich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Is there something real out there, that could  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;make us really happy and plenty, stable and wealth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Neither the woman who did not know how to love herself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Nor the villager who looked for material richness were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;aware. None of them were free.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Nonetheless, both of them changed their lives.&lt;br /&gt;One through his own insight motivated by the model of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;the monk; the other one through awareness improved&lt;br /&gt;through psychotherapy after undergoing extra suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It does not mean that the villager did not suffer,&lt;br /&gt;though it was a story).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In human experience the presence of pain appears to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;make total sense since allows us to change,to unblock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;our minds and hearts, so to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                                      Rafael G.M.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SPANISH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;EL DIAMANTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;El monje había llegado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;A los suburbios de  la villa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Y reposó bajo un árbol por esa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;noche cuando uno de los habitantes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;de la villa llegó corriendo hasta él y dijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;“La Piedra! La Piedra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Déme la piedra preciosa!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;“Qué piedra? Preguntó el monje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;“Anoche el Señor Shiva se me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;apareció en un sueño”, dijo el lugareño,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;“y me dijo que si iba a los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;suburbios de la villa en el anochecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;encontraría a un monje quien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;me daría una piedra preciosa la cual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;me haría rico para siempre”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;El monje rebuscó en su bolso y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sacó una piedra. “Probablemente se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;refería a ésta”, dijo, mientras daba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;la piedra al lugareño. “La encontré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;en un camino de un bosque hace unos días.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Seguramente que te puedes quedar con ella”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;El hombre se quedó con la mirada fija &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;en la piedra maravillado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Era un diamante, probablemente el más grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Diamante en todo el mundo, porque era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tan grande como la cabeza de una persona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomó el diamante y se fue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Toda la noche se remeció en la cama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;No pudiendo dormir. Al día siguiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Al amanecer despertó al monje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Y dijo, “Déme la riqueza que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Le hace posible entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Este diamante tan fácilmente”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;“…Mas lo amo tanto, como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;nunca antes ame. Él fue el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;único amor en toda mi vida”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Dijo la cliente en tanto lloraba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;“Me insultó, me golpeó; él fue tan abusivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;que solía desmayarme aun antes de recibir&lt;br /&gt;sus golpes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;debido a temerosa que me sentía&lt;br /&gt;con él, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;mas lo amaba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;… Me di cuenta que era insano, tan solo unos&lt;br /&gt;años atrás,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;mas él fue el único, el único&lt;br /&gt;hombre que podría amar!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;“… ahora al fin, luego de tantos años, me he&lt;br /&gt;vuelto lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;suficientemente fuerte para dejarlo&lt;br /&gt;y comenzar a cuidar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;de mi misma, y de mi vida…”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Qué tipo de “amor” nos podría hacer realmente felices? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Cuán grande debería ser un diamante para hacernos&lt;br /&gt;realmente ricos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Existe algo real fuera de nosotros, que nos pudiese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Hacer realmente felices y plenos; estables y prosperos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Ni la mujer que no sabía como amarse a sí misma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Ni el morador que buscaba por riqueza material eran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Conscientes. Ninguno de ellos fue libre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;No obstante, ambos cambiaron su vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Uno a través de su propia reflexión motivada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Por el modelo del monje; el otro a  través del&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Desarrollo de su consciencia a través de psicoterapia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Después de pasar sufrimiento extra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;(Esto no significa que el morador no haya sufrido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;aun siendo esta una historia).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;En la experiencia humana la presencia del dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Parece tener total sentido ya que nos permite cambiar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Desbloquear nuestras men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;tes y corazones, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Por tanto crecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                Rafael G.M.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9353092-110271325004469493?l=metaphysics-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metaphysics-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/110271325004469493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9353092&amp;postID=110271325004469493' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9353092/posts/default/110271325004469493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9353092/posts/default/110271325004469493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metaphysics-mystic.blogspot.com/2004/12/diamond-el-diamante.html' title='THE DIAMOND - EL DIAMANTE'/><author><name>INTEGRAL PSYCHOTHERAPY &amp;amp; METAPHYSICS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770882782909672559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9353092.post-110275080127822495</id><published>2004-12-01T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T00:01:46.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLINESS IN THE PRESENT MOMENT - SANTIDAD EN EL MOMENTO PRESENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Buda was once asked, "What&lt;br /&gt;makes a person holy?"&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "Every hour is&lt;br /&gt;divided into a certain&lt;br /&gt;number of seconds and&lt;br /&gt;every second into a certain&lt;br /&gt;number of fractions. Anyone&lt;br /&gt;who is able to be totally present&lt;br /&gt;in each fraction of a second is holy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Japanese warrior was captured&lt;br /&gt;By his enemies and thrown into&lt;br /&gt;prison. At night he could not&lt;br /&gt;sleep for he was convinced that he&lt;br /&gt;would be tortured the next&lt;br /&gt;morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the words of his master&lt;br /&gt;came to his mind. "Tomorrow is not real.&lt;br /&gt;The only reality is now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he came to the present--and&lt;br /&gt;Fall asleep...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The person over whom the&lt;br /&gt;future has lost its grip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;How like the birds of the air&lt;br /&gt;and the lilies of the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;No anxieties for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Total presence in the now. Holiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Story narrated by Anthony de Mello)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How many times we undermine our&lt;br /&gt;existence feeding the demon of the past&lt;br /&gt;and the demon of the future, denying&lt;br /&gt;the only reality of the now?&lt;br /&gt;How often do we stop feeling what is real&lt;br /&gt;in the present moment, and become captive&lt;br /&gt;by what has already died in the past or not&lt;br /&gt;even exist but in our fears about the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is depression but a slavery of emotions&lt;br /&gt;from past experiences that makes us kill our&lt;br /&gt;own future alienating ourselves from the only&lt;br /&gt;real thing, the present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is anxiety but the same illusion that&lt;br /&gt;mesmerizes us fearing future events,&lt;br /&gt;usurping our only and precious life "in the present"?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things that I talk about, continue to&lt;br /&gt;happen to me, or to be more accurate,&lt;br /&gt;I continue creating and perpetuating this&lt;br /&gt;illusion of not being present whenever&lt;br /&gt;I forget my "self", and start living or&lt;br /&gt;resurrecting illusions created in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Past from many years ago, and those&lt;br /&gt;from just yesterday. It`s something&lt;br /&gt;I always find in my clients too.&lt;br /&gt;There is not mental disorder in a mind&lt;br /&gt;and heart focused on the present, on the now.&lt;br /&gt;Thus the purpose of counseling and&lt;br /&gt;psychotherapy is to assist the person&lt;br /&gt;to come back to the present moment;&lt;br /&gt;to encounter the self and reality itself;&lt;br /&gt;You in this space and now¨¨.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times we live like that warrior&lt;br /&gt;in the story, who could not sleep&lt;br /&gt;because of fearing a possible torture&lt;br /&gt;that could happen tomorrow. Do we&lt;br /&gt;realize that allowing that to happen;&lt;br /&gt;that making that to us, we are directly&lt;br /&gt;killing our present? And the only&lt;br /&gt;justification that we got is the fear of&lt;br /&gt;a possible suffering of the tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately it does not make any sense;&lt;br /&gt;don`t you think so?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rafael G.M.T.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/2490/640/ARC12.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/2490/320/ARC12.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-SPANISH-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Se le preguntó una vez a Buda,&lt;br /&gt;“Qué es lo que hace a una persona&lt;br /&gt;santa?Él contestó, “Cada hora está&lt;br /&gt;dividida en un cierto número de&lt;br /&gt;segundos y cada segundo en un&lt;br /&gt;cierto número de fracciones.&lt;br /&gt;Cualquiera que sea capaz de estar&lt;br /&gt;totalmente presente en cada&lt;br /&gt;fracción de un segundo es santo”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;El guerrero japonés fue capturado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;por sus enemigos puesto enana prisión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;En la noche no podía dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ya que estaba convencido en que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sería torturado la siguiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;mañana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Entonces las palabras de su maestro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;vinieron a su mente.“El mañana no es real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;La única realidad es el ahora”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Así el vino al presente—y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;quedó dormido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;La persona para quien el futuro a&lt;br /&gt;perdido su poder subyugante.&lt;br /&gt;A semejanza de las aves del aire&lt;br /&gt;y los lirios del campo.&lt;br /&gt;No ansiedades por el mañana.&lt;br /&gt;Presencia total en el ahora. Santidad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Historia narrada por Anthony de Mello).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;*Cuántas veces minamos nuestra existencia&lt;br /&gt;alimentando al demonio del pasado y al&lt;br /&gt;demonio del futuro, negando la única realidad&lt;br /&gt;del ahora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuán frecuentemente dejamos de sentir lo&lt;br /&gt;que es real en el momento presente,&lt;br /&gt;Y nos volvemos cautivos de aquello que&lt;br /&gt;ya ha muerto en el pasado o que aún no&lt;br /&gt;existe mas en nuestros miedos acerca del futuro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué es la depresión sino una esclavitud de&lt;br /&gt;emociones de experiencias pasadas que nos&lt;br /&gt;hace asesinar nuestro propio futuro alienándonos&lt;br /&gt;a nosotros mismos de la única cosa real, el presente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué es la ansiedad mas la misma ilusión que nos&lt;br /&gt;mesmeriza temiendo eventos futuros, usurpando&lt;br /&gt;nuestra única y preciosa vida “en el presente”?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Éstas cosas de las que hablo, me continúan pasando,&lt;br /&gt;o para ser más preciso, continuo creando y perpetuando&lt;br /&gt;esta ilusión del no estar presente cuando sea que&lt;br /&gt;olvido mi “yo”, y comienzo a vivir o a resucitar&lt;br /&gt;ilusiones creadas en el pasado. Un pasado de muchos&lt;br /&gt;años atrás, y aquellos de ayer mismo. Esto es algo que&lt;br /&gt;siempre hallo en mis clientes también. No existe&lt;br /&gt;transtorno mental en una mente y corazón enfocados&lt;br /&gt;en el presente, en el ahora. Así, el propósito de la&lt;br /&gt;consejería y de la psicoterapia es el asistir a la persona&lt;br /&gt;a venir o volver al momento presente; encontrar al&lt;br /&gt;yo y a la realidad misma; “Tú en este espacio y ahora”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces vivimos como el guerrero de la historia,&lt;br /&gt;quien no podía dormir debido al temor de una posible&lt;br /&gt;tortura que pudiese suceder mañana. Nos damos&lt;br /&gt;cuenta que al permitir que algo así suceda; que al&lt;br /&gt;hacernos algo así, estamos directamente matando&lt;br /&gt;nuestro presente? Y la única justificación que tenemos&lt;br /&gt;es el temor a un posible sufrimiento del mañana?&lt;br /&gt;Al final de cuentas esto no tiene sentido alguno; no lo crees?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael G.M.T.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9353092-110275080127822495?l=metaphysics-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metaphysics-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/110275080127822495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9353092&amp;postID=110275080127822495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9353092/posts/default/110275080127822495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9353092/posts/default/110275080127822495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metaphysics-mystic.blogspot.com/2004/12/holiness-in-present-moment-santidad-en.html' title='HOLINESS IN THE PRESENT MOMENT - SANTIDAD EN EL MOMENTO PRESENTE'/><author><name>INTEGRAL PSYCHOTHERAPY &amp;amp; METAPHYSICS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770882782909672559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9353092.post-110275161590972817</id><published>2004-11-29T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T00:25:26.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REAL RICHES - VERDADERA RIQUEZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;RICHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband: “I’m going to&lt;br /&gt;Work hard, and someday&lt;br /&gt;We are going to be rich”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: “We are already rich,&lt;br /&gt;dear, for we have each other.&lt;br /&gt;Someday maybe we’ll&lt;br /&gt;have money”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Many times we live under the illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;of pursuing happiness through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;materialistic endeavors. Getting more money,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;a big house and other property; a good job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and also children, constitute what gives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;meaning to our lives; and we do not use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;to realize but through painful experiences,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;that only real things of transcendent value,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;like love, gentleness and compassion;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;sincerity, caring and respect; are the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;only source of a harmonious and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;meaningful existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rafael G.M.T.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/2475/640/gate_50.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/2475/320/gate_50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;-ESPAÑOL-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;RIQUEZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marido: “Voy a trabajar duro,&lt;br /&gt;Y algún día&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a ser ricos”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujer: “Ya somos ricos,&lt;br /&gt;Querido, porque nos tenemos&lt;br /&gt;uno al otro.&lt;br /&gt;Algún día quizás&lt;br /&gt;Tendremos dinero”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Historia narrada por Anthony de Mello)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Muchas veces vivimos bajo la ilusión&lt;br /&gt;De buscar la felicidad a través&lt;br /&gt;De empresas materialistas. Conseguir más dinero,&lt;br /&gt;Una gran casa y otras propiedades; un buen trabajo&lt;br /&gt;E incluso hijos, contituyen lo que da sentido&lt;br /&gt;A nuestras vidas; y no solemos&lt;br /&gt;Darnos cuenta mas a través de dolorosas experiencias,&lt;br /&gt;Que solo cosas verdaderas de valor trascendente,&lt;br /&gt;Como el amor, la gentileza y la compasión;&lt;br /&gt;La sinceridad, la sensibilidad y el respeto;&lt;br /&gt;Son la única fuente de armonía&lt;br /&gt;Y significado en nuestra existencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rafael G.M.T.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9353092-110275161590972817?l=metaphysics-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metaphysics-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/110275161590972817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9353092&amp;postID=110275161590972817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9353092/posts/default/110275161590972817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9353092/posts/default/110275161590972817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metaphysics-mystic.blogspot.com/2004/11/real-riches-verdadera-riqueza.html' title='REAL RICHES - VERDADERA RIQUEZA'/><author><name>INTEGRAL PSYCHOTHERAPY &amp;amp; METAPHYSICS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770882782909672559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9353092.post-110160968197540137</id><published>2004-11-27T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T18:41:21.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day and Night  (Spanish)</title><content type='html'>                                                                                                              Cuando sabes amar es señal&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              de que has llegado a percibir&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              a las personas semejantes a tí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DIA Y NOCHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Preguntó un gurú a sus discípulos si sabrían decir cuándo acababa la noche y empezaba el día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno de ellos dijo: "cuando ves a un animal a distancia y puedes distinguir si es una vaca o un caballo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no", dijo el gurú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cuando miras un árbol a distancia y puedes distinguir si es un mango o un anacardo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tampoco", dijo el gurú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"está bien¨, dijeron los discípulos, dínos cuando es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cuando miras a un hombre al rostro y reconoces en él a tu hermano; cuando miras a la cara a una mujer y reconoces en ella a tu hermana. Si no eres capaz de esto, entonces, sea la hora que sea, aún es de noche¨.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9353092-110160968197540137?l=metaphysics-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metaphysics-mystic.blogspot.com/feeds/110160968197540137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9353092&amp;postID=110160968197540137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9353092/posts/default/110160968197540137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9353092/posts/default/110160968197540137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metaphysics-mystic.blogspot.com/2004/11/day-and-night-spanish.html' title='Day and Night  (Spanish)'/><author><name>INTEGRAL PSYCHOTHERAPY &amp;amp; METAPHYSICS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770882782909672559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
