Ce inseamna fericirea I

ce inseamna fericirea

Aceasta carte a aparut pentru prima oara in 1940. Scrisa la 24 de ani, in scurta perioada in care a fost preot anglican. Se vad inca de pe atunci semintele si urmele celui ce va deveni un mare filozof si scriitor de renume international.

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Fericirea suprema nu este un rezultat care poate fi obtinut prin intermediul actiunii, ci un fapt constientizat prin cunoastere. Prin intermediul actiunii ea poate fi exprimata, nu dobandita. Continue reading Ce inseamna fericirea I

Terence McKenna

Un personaj tare interesant, omuletul asta. Curios nevoie mare si bagat in tot felul de experiente prin lumea larga, nenea asta le cam nimereste, si le nimereste bine. L-am descoperit cam tarziu, desi numele sau era pe buzele multora. Asa-i cand te opui cu desavarsire sa citesti ce citeste toata lumea si sa gandesti ce gandeste toata lumea: mai ratezi cate-un intelept dintr-asta.

A murit brusc de tanar in 2000 si eu abia acum il descopar si explorez…

Iata o mica bucatica din cum gandea:

Ziceti si voi, nu-i fain?

P.S.: Inca un frate scorpion 🙂

What Happens to the Heart

…from a dear friend.

…as you said, the video says it all.

Lyrics:

 

I was always working steady

But I never called it art

I got my shit together

Meeting Christ and reading Marx

It failed my little fire

But it’s bright the dying spark

Go tell the young messiah

What happens to the heart

 

There’s a mist of summer kisses

Where I tried to double-park

The rivalry was vicious

The women were in charge

It was nothing, it was business

But it left an ugly mark

I’ve come here to revisit

What happens to the heart

 

I was selling holy trinkets

I was dressing kind of sharp

Had a pussy in the kitchen

And a panther in the yard

 

In the prison of the gifted

I was friendly with the guards

So I never had to witness

What happens to the heart

 

I should have seen it coming

After all I knew the chart

Just to look at her was trouble

It was trouble from the start

Sure we played a stunning couple

But I never liked the part

It ain’t pretty, it ain’t subtle

What happens to the heart

 

Now the angel’s got a fiddle

The devil’s got a harp

Every soul is like a minnow

Every mind is like a shark

I’ve broken every window

But the house, the house is dark

I care but very little

What happens to the heart

 

Then I studied with this beggar

He was filthy, he was scarred

By the claws of many women

He had failed to disregard

No fable here no lesson

No singing meadowlark

Just a filthy beggar guessing

What happens to the heart

 

I was always working steady

But I never called it art

It was just some old convention

Like the horse before the cart

I had no trouble betting

On the flood, against the ark

You see, I knew about the ending

What happens to the heart

 

I was handy with a rifle

My father’s .303

I fought for something final

Not the right to disagree

Experimentul renuntarii

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Este o carte atata de faina! Cu greu ma desprindeam de ea pentru a merge sa-mi fac treaba. A insuflat ceva profund in mine exact la momentul cand aveam mai mare nevoie de asta. Este o recomandare venita de la Christina Lopes si care cu drag am descoperit ca a fost tradusa si la noi. 

Viata stie mai bine. Daca am putea sa curgem cu ea, fara a i ne impotrivi, oare ce-ar iesi? 😉
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The Plant Teacher

This is great. They’ve put into words most of what I felt too. No bullshit in here. The feeling of oneness, the presence of the intelligence of the plant inside, the divine feminine mother – Gaya, the loving joy… I’ve learned a lot from Her, as Gabor Mate said, and I long to hear the icaros again…

James Fadiman:

“Ayahuasca was fine seeing what people treated each other as long as they killed each other. But when they started killing plants, Ayahuasca said “This is not correct!” and the peculiarity of the teacher plants, and we know that there are more than one, but Ayahuasca is the one we know best, tobacco is another. But these are the plants who were given the job of dealing with us. And I bet that they didn’t ask for it. I have this imagining of the congress of the plants that said “Somebody has to talk to humans. Who’s gonna do it?” “I’m not gonna do it.”, “I’m not gonna do it”, “Who’s gonna do it?”, “I don’t wanna touch them.” “

 

no love without freedom, no freedom without love

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