Today I went to ride horses up the hill that is next to my home. My horse is called Max, I put well by my grandfather who loved him. It is a black horse with a large white patch on the tube. It's beautiful. After a ride two hours, I reached the river which is next to the garden of Don Eugenio and I could not believe my eyes. The entire city of Barcelona was on fire, burning in flames by the fury of the great white dragon got angry from Tibidabo.
Is not it fascinating how easy it is to invent a reality?
The mind lives by creating parallel realities, makes us, we sometimes imprisoned, others frees us, provokes fear, anger and love, created us wants or needs. If I think I have thirst for water, food if I think I am hungry.
But how much my mind and what creates it? And what is true What is truth and what creates my mind?
the immense world around me I have doubts. And at this point, even I have more doubts than certainties. Filtering step on my reality for the strict screening of my memory, my past, my needs, my duties from my defeats and successes, my desires, my ambitions.
If I read a story and that story the author speaks of the existence of a dragon, my mind sees the dragon. Then close the book and the dragon disappears because it is obvious that dragons do not exist.
Now what happens when an ad makes me believe that if as a cereal with red berries'll be much happier? What happens when a news tells me that there is a war where there is none, that the wicked are those and not others? What happens when society makes me believe that I must follow a certain path or do I feel that I failed? What happens when I buy clothes so I was like the poster on the wall, when I read fashion magazines that show me women aged 60 with the skin of a teenager, happy, famous and rich does not know why? What happens when religion fills me with guilt and fears about this or that, when someone tells me the pretty street, when my boss criticizes my work, when my mother tells me I love you, or do not tell me, when I look in the mirror and comb my hair this way or another? What's in my mind with these dragons that are introduced in the structure of my thoughts, my life, my everyday life?
What book I have to close for these invented realities disappear?
Is not religion a reality invented? Are not news storytellers in their own way? Do not create ads that are ideal realities making us want or fear what they want? What happens to my memory remembering all this and then living according to that? What my mind about moving from here to there, to my mind listening, feeling, seeing, experiencing, structured on the basis of all these realities invented?
Here I am. So like everyone focused and realistic. And so cheated and upset as anyone.
Through this screen writing now. Through this filter you see, I see, I think, I demand and live.
We assume that nothing is real, this is by far the most concrete reality I know. Then toys with reality invented our own way. Nothing is so serious and so real. All has much more grace than we see. The world around the world, is what I say your mind. Order your mind the reality you want and that is your universe.
Canadian Chivito bread (invented reality for me today.)
Now your imagination will think of a goat-foot two large loaves. No, not by what is called "goat", because in reality it is a kind of creole burger filled with goodies. And do not know why they call it "Canadian", but in my country it means that you are putting up the hat eating.
Look, to make a good goat basically need a round loaf (like hamburger) parted in the middle. Both halves of the gaskets of mayonnaise and then add: a fine filet of beef grilled, fried bacon, sliced \u200b\u200begg, mozzarella, ham, fried onions, sliced \u200b\u200bmushrooms sautéed in oil, chopped green olives, pickles tooodo hot and what you have in the fridge that you feel like at that time. The lids and take it to the oven. When it is warm you take it out and add some tomato and lettuce (not really know why is because among the many ingredients are not who may be able to distinguish a leaf of lettuce).
With your fingers you should check the ingredients do not escape you. The juices of the items you dripping from his hands, wrists and arms. Food is less sexy of the world. But probably one of the richest. Ideal for a dinner without complexes, where the goal is to taste, eat a lot and have fun. Ideal to forget the realities invented by others and immerse yourself in your present compelling and inevitable.
"Emancipate yourself from mental slavery. Only you can do "
Bob Marley.
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