FEAR IS AN ILLUSION

WE ALL HAVE FEAR OF SOMETHING

Since childhood, they feed our fear by telling us that we must not color outside the drawing, we must not go outside the lines, we must behave well otherwise we will be punished. So we are scolded, psychologically attacked, put back in line as if we must necessarily follow that path without the possibility of going further, even if we need more. 
This process occurs in all classes and for each child. Those who do not respect him are made to leave the classroom, are expelled, eliminated from school and from society. When I read posts in which it is said to abandon fear then I think about how much it has been rooted within us and how difficult it is to reprogram our mind that for years and years has only received directives to always live immersed in fear. 
So it is not easy one day to start doing things that have never been done, to start thinking that you can have a completely different life from the current one. Somehow that fear they instilled in us made us sure of ourselves, of our life, of our way of being. But where did it take us? It brought us into a house, unhappy, into a job, unhappy, into a family, unhappy, into a life that perhaps could have been different if we hadn't been brainwashed as children. Then starting to eliminate fear is difficult but not impossible. 
Doing something new is difficult but not impossible. Should we try? Certain. Follow other examples to help us understand how? Of course yes!
Sometimes we turn back to look at our past and ask ourselves: why did we make that choice? Why did we choose that person? Why didn't we do that thing? Sometimes we don't recognize ourselves. Who we were? Why did we act that way? What prompted us to make always wrong or harmful choices for ourselves? Do we now have a clearer picture of our life and of that process that educated us to be afraid of everything?

They put us in a cage of duties towards the family, of obligations towards society, a series of stakes and limits that must never be crossed, with the fear always on us of doing the wrong thing, of not being able, of not being able to do it. nothing if certain things happened. Often blaming ourselves, our heart, our mind, our way of being. Why have our teachers, professors, our schools done all this? Why did they want to make us so fearful and dissatisfied?
They locked us in a cage of fixed ideas and who gave them permission to do this? Our parents. But did our parents know what would happen to us? Maybe not. They too are not aware of what happens in schools where the fear of living is created. They too have not been able to live freely because they too have been diverted since childhood. They had to accept everything without being able to oppose it and it is now too late for them. but for us? Is it late for us too? I hope not.

You went to school, you were good, obedient, you studied a lot, you accepted everything and now? What do you feel now? Are you satisfied with what you have done? Do you feel free? Are you happy with what you have achieved? Is true well-being a home, a family, a life within the borders, within the limits drawn by other people, by educational institutions, by the government? 

AETERNUM

Slowly bring out this love that hurts you to breathe. Shake it a little so that it wakes up. Wash it carefully, so that not the slightest impurity remains. Clean and fragrant, fold it as many times as necessary for it to have the size of the nail of the big toe of the right foot. Wait for an ant to pass, be noble and generous, and pass the heavy load to her. It will take him to safety in some deep cave. Once this is done, go and fill your tobacco pipe in front of the eastern sea for the umpteenth time. Oblivion will come parallel to the end of the tobacco and the approach of the sea to you.
If you want to recover this love that you now forget, just write a long letter talking about unknown journeys, hydras, windmills, offices and other equally terrible monsters. When the mail returns you will find your love just as you sent it, perhaps with a bit of dust and a dream on the cover ...
Upon his death we rose up. At first there were five names that fell, one by one and together, in our memory. Then other names came to add their blood. Already we were crashing into the base of the mountain and the just-added blood of others brought us back up. In different times they zealously united all this blood with their own so that it would not get lost in the river. We kept walking without looking very far and some opened the lacquer casket to reopen our memory, and forced us to raise our sight with their blood. We always rose up on their death. And so everyone goes putting their share of blood for others to rise up, until we all stand up and put a new sun on a new earth.
Today there is a no that weakens the powerful and strengthens the weak: the no to war.
Someone will wonder if the word that summons so many around the world will be able to avoid war or, if it has already begun, to stop it.
However, the question is not whether we can change the murderous path of the powerful.
No.
The question we must ask ourselves is: will we be able to live with the shame of not having done everything possible to avoid and stop this war? No honest man and woman can remain silent and indifferent at this time.
Everyone and everyone, each with his own tone, with his own way, with his own language, with his own action, we must say no! And if the powerful wants to universalize fear with death and destruction, we must universalize the no! Because the no to this war is also a no to fear, a no to resignation, a no to oblivion, a no to renouncing human beings.
We want this no to cross borders, to scoff at customs, to overcome differences in language and culture, and to unite the honest and noble part of humanity, which, we must not forget, will always be the majority. Because there are denials that unite and bring dignity. Because there are denials that affirm men and women in the best part of themselves, that is, in their dignity. Long live the rebellion that says no! Die death! Against death we demand life, against silence we demand speech and respect, against forgetting memory, against humiliation and contempt, dignity, against oppression, rebellion, against slavery, freedom, against imposition democracy, justice against crime. The war we started has given us the privilege of reaching attentive and generous ears and hearts and geographies near and far, what was missing and what is missing was missing but we achieved the gaze of the other and of the other, his listening and his heart. So we saw ourselves in the need to answer a decisive question; What follows? Kill or die, as the only destiny. We had to rebuild the path of life which is what they had broken and continue to break from above. The journey not only of the original peoples but also of workers, students, teachers, young people, peasants and also of all the differences that are celebrated above and below are persecuted and punished. We have had to inscribe our blood in the path that others direct towards power or we have had to turn our hearts and gaze to who we are and to those who are who we are, that is, the original peoples guardians of the earth and of memory.
Many people seem to experience “taking sides” as the need to stab someone. Others choose the easier way or the one suggested, many would like to pacify the globe and choose according to levels of consciousness. What I have put my attention on are those who do not participate, let’s call them that, because in reality even a non-choice is a choice, so on this level they make no sense. Not taking sides is not always synonymous with wisdom or liberation. In addition to the fact that the story of “Live and go your own way” has now turned towards deformations of indifference and paroxysms of the alienated. Over time it has become the paradigm of the ego first of all, which today plays the role of the ego against all. That is, separation. Thinking “it’s not my business” in front of certain community moments means getting out of it, because there is a distortion of the concept of free will and personal freedom (I believe that the former does not even exist under a certain conscience, but they are completely personal considerations ). Both thoughts are not applicable today because neutrality realizes the plans of the underhanded as much as the war against the neighbor. I quote this quote that sheds light on the destructive side of paraculism.
Injustice has many names and there are many cries it provokes. And don’t forget that while some whisper others scream. Listening must find the way to make it fertile. Just look down and raise your heart. The justice we want: the persistent and stubborn search for truth.

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