We must never forget that even the Shadow is interior, it is not something that objectively exists out there, and when it has dissipated within us, it will also recede into the world. The more people have access to the new state of consciousness, the harder it will be for the dark side to maintain control over the territory. At first they will impose more and more liberticidal measures, almost compulsively, but at a certain point they will have to let go of those who no longer resonate with their vibration.
Everything that “the monster” does to demolish the light ultimately only strengthens the light. Each path by which he attempts to annihilate the power of the Heart only creates a direct confrontation. The Shadow has a purpose. It affects you in your frailties, stimulates pain, disturbs you so that you become aware of your value. In the end it does not die, but it dissolves. It integrates by giving back to you what you deserve. This is why it is not the lukewarm and fearful who are saved, but those who rebel against their fears. For this reason the Righteous has nothing to do with the do-gooder. Courage is in your Shadow. In the illusion of separation, that’s the only thing you have to deal with.
Love, my dear love, I know you close to me … with your beautiful face. If you change your name, accent, heart and age, it will certainly be your face that will not betray me. The eyes of your face, love, have for me the patient light of the stars … of the night, of the sea, of islands without stopovers, I fear nothing if you will be there to recognize me. My love, from far away, for you, I have perhaps come. And God knows where we will go now? How long have you been looking for my vanished shadow? When did I lose you? In what life? What would heaven dare against us now?


Tattooed, named, made up, trained, trained, cured and kuratiert, artfully chiseled and medicated to the bitter end, the body is the great protagonist of the singularist turning point: the phenomenon appears evident if we connect it to another important turning point of our times, that secularist. We have one body, we only have one body, the life of our body is the only life we ​​have and that life is our only individual possibility. We can certainly transmit the life of the species by reproducing, following the biological drive, the collective life, the life of the species. We can even prove ourselves so open and unselfish that we are committed today not only to the life of our direct descendants or our compatriots but also to that of people far away in space, and even that of people distant in time, future generations. We could imagine leaving them a healthy, fair and clean world, following the intuition that belonged to Hans Jonas and which has recently been taken up and elaborated by some currents of ecological thought, sustainability and the ethics of care. All this sounds very beautiful and selfless, but in the end this body of ours is the only one we have, hic et nunc, and every man is unique. The fact is that the process of secularization has also led those who believe in religions that promise eternal life in the hereafter, to cling to the fleeting life afterwards. Secularism, in the brilliant reconstruction of Charles Taylor, a believing Catholic philosopher, means the exit of religion from the public sphere as well as the distancing of people from God and the Church and the decline of religious practices. It is a phenomenon that historically began in the Western world around the sixteenth century and developed in some countries more than in others, and by virtue of which faith in God, from an axiom that was within a context in which not believing was virtually impossible. , has become an alternative, a human possibility among many. Modern society has become secular just as it has become democratic and mediatized and singularized, and this is a simple fact, and the majority of its members are in fact secular (whether they are faithful to a religion, skeptics, agnostics, doubters, atheists convinced). The eternal life of the soul in eternal bliss has become a smoky and unconvincing expectation, just as few devote themselves to caring for the soul to guarantee its immortality. The contemporary commitment, even of many believers, more than aiming at the immortality of the soul, focuses on caring for the body, to be kept alive and protected from aging and disease through technical interventions of various kinds and of different scope. We are faced with a ghost of immortality that is not based on the predominance of religions but on the myth of man perfected by science and technology. The care of the soul, managed by the churches and their systems and trained by spiritual exercises, has given way to the care of the body and brain trained by physical and mental exercises.


It often happens to complain because it seems that God does not intervene in moments of greatest need or suffering. It seems, in cases like these, that God is distant and uninterested in the problems of the world. But the reality is very different. The apparent absence of God in everyday life is motivated by the fact that we do not pray to Him with sincerity and humility. Thus we read the story of Nineveh, a city so immersed in sin that God intends to destroy it. But the inhabitants of the city decide to listen to the prophet Jonah and what do they do? Are they helpless waiting for their fate? Do they get angry with God, accusing him of being bad and unfair? Are they angry (as almost always happens) with the prophet who tries to warn them? No. None of this. The inhabitants of Nineveh begin to do penance and fasting, to pray to God out of remorse and repentance. God saw their works. Concrete works of sacrifice. He did not see their words in the wind or their trivial promises. He saw the concrete desire to change, to convert. And then God changed His mind and didn’t send the punishment He had in store upon them. One wonders, what if the inhabitants of Nineveh had not repented? Sodom and Gomorrah are the answer. When we demand something from God, do we ever wonder if our conduct is fueled by these good intentions, by contrition for sins, by a willingness to improve, or if we are hoping for a cheap miracle, promising things we will not do?


But there are those ten minutes in my days, those half hours in which I no longer understand anything, and it doesn’t matter how many people around the world love me: I’m alone. I can’t call anyone. I go down and I can only pull myself up with my strength. It’s nothing, it’s just that I’m afraid. And fear is one of the most alienating sensations I’ve ever experienced. Now I am more afraid because I fear that the whole world will collapse, I see people attacked, treated as if they were nothing, I see bad actions, cruel situations. And no one intervenes, no one really wants the good of humanity. Was God himself scattered by these forces adverse to our well-being? We were told that the Voladores we create them ourselves but then who are all these cruel beings who beat and subdue people? Did we create them? Maybe they had to defend us and not attack us. We are souls, beating hearts, and they beat us as if we were stones. We feel the strong pain of this lack of freedom but as soon as we do something to get up they hit us harder. They are men trained in violence and yet they have a mother, brothers, children, human beings like us. I am afraid that this world is collapsing and it is not a TV series and it is not a game. You may not look, you do not see, you do not know but a very dangerous journey has begun for all humanity, the journey towards death.


Dear Dad,
I am writing to tell you that I have grown up.
I know that now you will think "it is normal that you have grown up", but I am talking to you about growing up without you. So I start again:
Dear Dad,
I wanted to tell you that I grew up, even without you. Growing up without you is not growing like others grow up, growing up without you means sweating, it means watching a sunset and being sad, it means feeling stupid because at night you talk to yourself, because you hope someone hears you. You are my someone, but hoping hurts too much when I beg you to come back. Growing up without you means loving different, it means loving wrong. Yes dad, that's right. The absence of your love in my life has turned my heart into a boulder. And I'm not saying it just for effect. I haven't been able to love since I lost you, because watching you go was so painful that I no longer have the courage to let myself go. I don't want to relive a pain like that.
I wanted to tell you that I grew up, but that I wanted to see myself grow up with you. And you? Have you ever thought of me? Did you feel like kissing my forehead? To touch my hands? To sit at the table on Sunday? You should try the chicken cacciatore that mom makes ... It's really special. We eat a lot of it and then we compete to see who finishes first, so we take what is left. We often fight over this and if you only knew how much we laugh at each other. Maybe if you were there there would still be no chicken left in the pan, maybe the dishes would be right […] I wanted to tell you that I grew up, even without you. And I would like to show you how much my face has changed. I look a lot like you, the square jaw, the huge smile and the straight teeth. Besides, I like wine, like you.
I grew up but I still can't tell about us, I can't admit that I know what I'm missing. I can't say it out loud. The other day my mother and I had a fight, she said I don't open up to her, that I don't trust her because I never cry. He said "talk to me, tell me it still hurts too much." But I didn't answer her. I didn't even have the strength to look at her, but I felt her dead eyes on me. "I'm sorry you came across it." And he wept. In front of us he always tries to resist, but punctually cries a lot. She really can't do it. She is not afraid to cry, she is not ashamed to be seen. You were his great love, and his great pain. And now if he smiles, he smiles differently. This to God I will never forgive him.
… You really didn't have to go away.
I always listen to your favourite song to feel you with me every day. 


If you take a toad, you put it in a pot with water and bring it to the fire, you will observe an interesting thing: the toad adapts to the temperature of the water and stays in there and continues to adapt to the increase in temperature, however when the water comes to the point of boiling the toad would like to jump out of the pot but would not be able to because he is too tired due to the efforts he has made to adapt to the temperature. Some would say what killed the toad was boiling water … what killed the toad was his inability to decide when to jump out. So stop adapting to the wrong people, abusive relationships, parasitic friends and many other situations that “heat you up”. If you continue to adapt, unfortunately, you run the risk of “dying” inside. Jump out while you have time.
I have been wandering in nowhere for too long, I have fallen into the maelstrom of my thoughts, futile desires, fantastic illusions. This distance separates the bodies and not the heart, I miss you, God if you are missing, we were a beautiful but misunderstood painting, we were alive, a painting so full of meaning, we were color, strengths and weaknesses, warm tones. The reality is that I have become a clochard of emotions, a walking cliché, I feed on the few crumbs that remain of a sworn, pure and raw love, the reality is that I beg for empty, forced smiles, but even if they are false they make me alive, or better, I survive. My world has become cold, apathetic, meaningless. Maybe I am exaggerated, yes, how can you think certain things? Can a feeling really affect our life? Can it really kill a man? YES. Love is a fucking mental addiction, love is you. I’m still wandering in the void, but I know that only you can save me somehow .. Your eyes are streets, your lips my city ..Let me go home .
This heart cried until it went dry,
These knuckles bleed, they gave it all,
These legs ran to the moon,
To show these eyes just how hard it is,
And this world only spins by inertia,
But if you stay here tonight maybe it will be different
These stars say "look but don't touch"
This sky does not speak to us but it makes us scream.
It's one of those days when I embroider black sheets,
we levitate among thoughts and avoid the most sincere,
maybe we deserve to look lighter.


Sometimes we think we are alone on our journey but I believe that each of us could support, support, lead others, to whom to give love, to whom to give help, and to collaborate with for a better world. If you believe in this God I think it would be nice for each of us to do good to others. The journey is important and what we do along the way is very important.
I started hating God when I started having nightmares about my abuser. Why had this God allowed that violence towards me, towards a little girl? What kind of sick entity was this dear God to be? Did he enjoy tormenting his creatures with pain, disease and grief and watching them suffer? At one point I wondered if it was possible that he did not exist, and therefore he was not responsible and could not help me. Between us, that’s what I still think today. In any case, even if there is no God, there is still something. If you look long enough in the dark, you feel it. There is a whole world beyond our reason. It must be so. Otherwise what would become of our thoughts, of what we call soul? I am convinced that there is always something left of us, even when physically we are long gone.
God is not a religion. I don’t follow a religion. I don’t follow a church. I don’t follow pastors. I try every day, and sometimes I can, sometimes not, to follow Jesus Christ. With the grace that the Holy Spirit truly has to learn me, to explain things to me, to calm me down, to make me think, to love me. I also learned to apologize thanks to Him, because I want to be a witness of His Love. Because if I don’t have his Love, I go back to the starting point where I was missing something that I didn’t know what it was and that I was trying to fill with anything or person. And I’m not saying this to say or because someone convinced me. In fact, I always thought that it was love that made our life complete, I just didn’t know what it was and how to find it. Love for myself – if had, not perceived. Parental love – not perceived as I would have liked; the love of my friends – not perceived as I would have liked; my boyfriend’s love – not perceived as I would have liked. And this is a particular fact, the fact that those who love us may not make us feel loved as we would like. And this happens because as much as we can tell him what we have been through, only God has lived it with you. Only God has experienced that pain, that suffering, that disappointment, or that joy, that satisfaction with you. Because it is one thing to tell about violence, it is another thing to experience the psychological effect it has on your mind. God not only listened to my every single thought but above all he felt what I was feeling. So He knows how to take me, how to talk to me or why I’m acting that way. But a religion does not know you, a religion does not free you, a religion does not speak to you, but God does. God helps you cope with past traumas, teaches you to free yourself from harmful thoughts, God supports you in your trials. Just ask him. Just allow him to live in your heart, in the most intimate place there is, that is the secret place where the encounter with God takes place. If you continue to go to church but have not opened your heart to Jesus, you have a religion. . But if you open your heart to Jesus wherever you go you will have a relationship with Him.
The beauty of God’s Love, which sometimes we do not understand, is that it tells us “Give me your burdens, your thoughts, your anxieties, your fears, your burdens. And I will give you rest. That peace that the the world can’t give you because it doesn’t know. “That’s why I don’t regret a day since I chose to trust God. Because he never made me feel guilty for who I am, he never judged me, he doesn’t poke me when I want to do my own thing. He doesn’t remember things in the past. He’s waiting for me. And that was what I wanted all my life. Someone who didn’t run away but showed that he loved me for who I am, not for who he wanted me to be. And God loves you the same way, and you will tell me “I don’t feel this love, on the contrary, my life seems to be anything but the fruit of His Love.” Then ask him. He is just waiting for this. And this message is no coincidence because I was exactly like you, I would not have asked for help from anyone, let alone God. I was tired, disappointed, without strength, unable to understand me and make myself understood . But the day I asked Jesus to heal my heart, to give me his peace, I found in him and still do find a safe refuge. The happiness I was looking for I found in the certainty that whatever the situation may be. where I am, and I write it because I live it, He is the answer, to my doubt, to my anger, to my pain, He is the answer.
Today the Lord tells you: “Come back to me! I know that there have been things that have distanced you from Me. I know that there have been circumstances that you have not understood and questions that you have asked yourself that have remained unanswered. I know that pain has distanced you from Me but do not be afraid because I have never moved away from you. I have never stopped loving you and sending you My bonds of love. I was there to hug you when you were in the room crying, when you wanted to hurt yourself, when others hurt you and I suffered with you because I wanted to help you more than you allowed me to. Return to me! I want to go back to being your refuge, I want to go back to dry your tears and surround you with My Love!
“Jesus did not come, and did not die, to create a religion or denomination. He came to make a revolution, to bring the Kingdom of God to earth, a kingdom of Love. He did not conform to this world, he did not rule out who the world had labeled as “wrong”. He chose drunkards, wrathfuls, murderers, prostitutes, fishermen, illiterates, women and men who were not educated, but whom God used to impact the world. He could have chosen who was already prepared in the Word, but the Law without love and revelation makes you dangerous. He chose who was available. Jesus came to break patterns and mental strengths. So don’t look for a religion, look for Him who died for you. He died and rose to allow us to return to have an intimate relationship with the Father. He was the one and last necessary sacrifice that he paid for our every sin, past, present and future. Every nail, every whip, every spit that He has received, He did it for you, so that you could be free today from all humiliation, suffering and pain. The blood of Christ has given us back our power and freedom. He broke that curtain that prevented us from having an intimate relationship with the Father, not looking for other means or shortcuts. Don’t settle for what they tell you or what they have told you. Seek Him, the Way, the Life and the Truth! “
Get away from everything that takes you away from yourself, away from everything that makes you sick, from what clouds your life, from what becomes dark, from everything that causes you stress and anxiety. Get away from everything that has no solution, from what hinders your well-being. Get away from the pain emotionally. Learn to manage your fears, learn to control your demons. Be aware that suffering is optional, that you decide who and what can hurt you. Keep close to everything that comforts you, that doesn’t kill you, that doesn’t force you to accept, and to give up in everyday life. Keep close to those who can listen to you, who can make you smile. Allow yourself to choose a new lifestyle and take care of yourself, do not lose yourself. If you don’t eliminate what hurts you, what is good for you will never come.
I don’t believe in the Vatican, in the official Church, in priests, in the Pope. I believe in universal love, love made up of good deeds and not words. The positive energy that is in us and that we use to do good together.


A year ago I met a boy, it was summer and instead of getting lost in the sea I was lost in the ocean of his eyes. I think I left the best part of me in those eyes. I met a boy, in a strange way, almost like life was having fun putting happiness in front of me and in an aimless race never to give it to me. He was different, I immediately realized, perhaps because I was basically the same as him. It was different, he still saw stars where others only described bright spots. He still believed in great love, that of old-time novels, while the others were content with false ties. He still hoped, believed and loved beyond explanation. And among the things he loved, I too ended up. I loved his kisses, how he held me close and how he was able to protect me with a single hug from the shit of the world. I loved the way he looked at me or the way our hands fit together perfectly. But more than anything else I loved how he thought, his speeches, his words, his every idea gave me life again and I didn’t want life anymore. They danced in the street, we were enchanted in front of a sunset, we sang in every square, we made love with our eyes, with our souls and only finally with our bodies. There was no corner of that small seaside town that we did not make ours. That city had its scent, and at the mere idea of ​​returning there I know that I would cry until it flooded it like Venice after a storm. I envy those who were lucky enough to always have it with them, but I believe that no one will ever understand it. He was different and even I sometimes didn’t know how to translate his gestures. His heart belonged to distant times. His soul was tied to some distant star. That boy shone with his own light. Our love was never understood, but when did it ever happen that madness was understood? Our love was madness. It was passion that burned with the same intensity with which a thousand Suns burn. It was desire that flared up and wore out every particle of our body, that desire that was every man’s fault. It was friendship that Plato described as the most honorable of human bonds, able to make us understand our deepest souls and dreams with a single glance. Our love was never known to mankind. And God I loved that boy so much I forgot even what hate was. And I never wanted to be taken away. A year ago I met a boy, but that boy never had the opportunity to know happiness.


I am still naive. I discovered reality at 22. They tell me that I am too spontaneous, I have no malice, I am like a child. Many people have exploited, used and abused me. Sometimes I don’t recognize evil, I trust others a lot, I’m a white dove but the others are all snakes. I always pray to God to give me a good heart, only this I need but my good heart causes me a lot of damage because people take advantage of me. There is no girl as naive as me. I tried to change but I couldn’t. I try to help others and in the past I have thought more about others than myself. Art has carried me with it for many years and when I entered the real world I did not know the rules and so I was bewitched by certain people who did not deserve anything of me. I have been wrong so many times and I did not know why, I did not know I was different, because I had been far from the world and I had lived only among the colors. It was very difficult to get close to the real world because I was a poor naive.

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