Ooh lala!

[nomad]

Webpage is looking good!

It's been a long time since I've put up a good fight against my mind.
I forgot how devious it is, and how vicious.
Still, I refuse believe that I will not quit.

Yes well, it is easy to get lost, and difficult to keep sacred that which is jaw-flapped over.

[brujo]

My friend Andres has devoted a lot of time to this site. He does it because he believes it’s worth doing.
It had been talked about a lot. I use to wonder about what happens to the young idealism we pass by when we are younger. It seems like every word weights and means a lot more in that stage.
We are all in search of a figure. I have exhausted myself in forums before always wanting to be heard or to simply win an argument; it was all vanity and pity.
Now, older I realize that it takes a lot longer for words to sink how numb I feel to the danger of them.
Still, I come back and understand that I can’t change anything and find myself remembering. I start to speak of things that belong in another world and can be childish to some. I do feel bothered by the movements of others, those little particular movements that chain us to the same routine.
I was reading CC today and it’s clear that I haven’t even started. It is new because it’s all new and I can’t wait to use it.

[nomad]

I see so much of myself reflected in your words. I suppose I always have. This makes it feel silly to respond. There are some things I wish to try and say however.

My sister and I were talking about this phenomena how time seems to pass by so much quicker as we get older. I told her without having ever had the thought that this is because we stop looking ahead and begin looking behind. This feels like a metaphor. Never before has my life felt it had meaning or purpose. Now however.. I am truly beginning to awaken to my mortality. It is not the pressure of time I am feeling. I feel no pressure. It would be a paradox to ponder this. I will never have the time to succeed or fail. It is difficult to describe how I am growing younger, and how purpose is all there could possibly be.

[brujo]

If you ever find your self gluing together all of your experiences and realize that
it has been your mission all along it is enlightenment.
Time is an illusion because we are not yet fast enough to live in the present.

[nomad]

The feeling is indefinable. Perhaps it is only intent, or the intent that moves my mortal being. The double has been getting closer lately; I can sense it during the day and am finding myself frequently "on the bridge" falling asleep. At this stage the activity of my most immediate concern is to continue gathering energy. I am just getting started, but no longer seem to desire indulgence in the excuse that is uncertainty.

[nomad]

It is plausible that lack of desire is an effect of sustained stalking.

[brujo]

It’s amazing how much we need to be persuaded to follow what is in front of us. I didn’t realize that there would be a life of missed opportunities to explore. I got scared early on wile dreaming. My world was falling apart, it was inevitable. We are just trying to pick up the marbles and gathering them into a coherent pattern.

[brujo]

but... I didn't stop. I kept my intent and I watched the world... and I watch my self become free.

[nomad]

When "spirit knocked" in my adolescence it was catastrophic. I had no frame of reference upon which to challenge uncertainty, and though my curiosity and wonder at the profundity of the dreamer were great, I eventually came to beg this power for a normal life. My prayers were not answered. In time I began to read on the subject and through chance came to meet someone who would introduce me to CC's work. His was among the few that I could recognize. From there I had the certainty of belief and my experiences began to shape themselves in that description.

I have been contemplating this issue. A stalker's true prey is his ulterior motive, maintained in sort of a hidden Skepticism. In a sense it seems disallowed that I should express the motive to myself; the predator may approach its prey through stealth. Thus in practicality it is necessary to have sorcery. Familiarity and understanding render our attention pliable, and fear is dispelled. I am not convinced of the importance of the organization itself. This can be observed in any physical performance and simple behavior alterations as well.

Tell me O.: Many have encountered the abstract, and most prey to God it never happens again. What was it that drove you to continue?

[brujo]

Andres was telling me that originality is an expression of beauty and this beauty can only arise surrounded by its inevitable end. Thus the true purpose of humanity is to perceive beauty, to experience its fervor. There are examples everywhere we look that recall this beauty. Of course beauty and splendor are not the only tapestry we perceive. There are negative thoughts that hunt and devour our beauty. At one point we become bothered by these negative thoughts and search to ease their persistence. Forget the meaning of beauty and life becomes intolerable.
Still, a lot has come to us and flown over us in this timeless battle for peace. Book shelves are being actively filled by mixing ugliness and beauty to call it artistry.
To be a hunter is to seek creation to understand it. To walk between the lines without being caught in its struggle because it can only measure itself and it can also limit. To describe the hunter is to step back in to a world of rhythm. Focus attention using movements don’t be dragged inside… only witness its random direction. From there you can wait for a parting point where the whole around you becomes one. It is pure spirit that creates a single rhythm out of all directions and gathers it on its core in order to be experienced as purpose.
The jaguar to me is the perfect example of this hunter that walks under the thick jungle between trees and leafs gathering his instincts, waiting.

Saludos,


brujo.

[nomad]

Thank you for delivering this message. Until we meet again

TK

[brujo]

No problem buddy have some good laughs.

bru.