A window to life by Rudy Spillman

  • 2010

A window to life living is sometimes difficult, painful. We feel that the slope is becoming increasingly expensive to climb.

A window to life

Living is sometimes difficult, painful. We feel that the slope is becoming increasingly expensive to climb. And that terrible sensation that when something goes wrong, then something worse comes and later another thing and we get dazzled by the feeling of feeling that our life has become a c Module of disasters, one after another, and with which we do not have much to do. We have done nothing to deserve such a succession of punishments. "Let the bad streak be cut", we think again and again trying to imagine why life has been so angry with us. To this is added the tendency to look around. And what do we see? If we tried to be impartial we would see people in our situation, others in a better one, those who have a great time as if they lived in another world (and that does not always have to do with material possessions or money) and some who are even worse than U.S. Yes, worse. Although it may seem a lie, there will always be someone who will be worse than us even if we cannot believe it. We will never appear in the "Guinness Book of Records" because we are the worst person in the world. But our melodramatic tendency will let us see only those who are better than us. Even those who are happy. And that will plunge us into an even deeper well. "We are the only and greatest unfortunates, " we will tell ourselves. We cannot notice at that moment how much we are wrong and perhaps unconsciously we do not want to do it either. It hurts anyway, we cry, we get depressed, we get distressed. Even at times we are paralyzed by the evil idea that no matter what we do, everything will get worse anyway. We cry, we cry, we cry. But our sorrows do not finish washing. The succession of inconveniences, of unwanted situations continues. But the torment must cease. They say that "there is no harm that lasts a hundred years or body (and mind, I would say) to resist it."

Then it seems that at some point we discover that if the misfortunes on the outside will not cease at least we must make those within us cease, because in that way it is impossible to continue living all of life.

At the moment that each of us really wants it, in the midst of so much darkness we can produce the miracle of seeing a window appear that opens to an infinite succession of possibilities represented by the intense brightness of a light beam that will bring our lives the peace and love we want, the happiness we deserve. The window will be our mind, the light our thoughts. Thus, the darkness and blackness that surrounds our lives will suddenly become so clear that it will give us the sensation of living within our own Sun that shelters us and protects us by offering us its heat without burning. From then on we will discover that our window hangs from the air, always remaining open and closed at the same time. At that precise moment we will notice the immense fierceness of time. How ephemeral and restless is every fraction of a second. That both what pleases us and what we hate will have remained in the past with just a snap of our fingers.

Suddenly, when we decide to create this reality for ourselves, as if by magic we can observe the miracle that in our environment, abroad, things also change. The darkness fades, everything clears up. What failed began to work out well. Everything starts to go on wheels. The miracle has occurred. But only when we notice that it is not a miracle but something that has always been there at our disposal and all we had to do was take it, only then will our window be open forever without the possibility of closing again and our darkness ... It will be reduced to that of daily rest, the one that appears behind our eyelids when we have decided to visit our dreams.

Dedicated to all the friends who suffer,

from a friend who suffered.

Extracted from Rudy Spillman's Tuning book

The crazy reason

Although I know that on May 7, 1950 I was born by my mother and that is why it appears as my date of birth, many years ago, too many, that I live with the constant feeling of having always been, since all times . It is something I cannot see or verify. I can't even say it invades my body. Maybe my soul. But this feeling is not separated from another. I would say they are the same. They make up a whole. It is the feeling, although not sustained by my reason or the application of my principles of logic, that I will never die. The idea is inconsistent, but another does not fit me. And I say incoherent, because the idea intermingles with that of earthly death. As if I couldn't believe that my body here, on this planet, will one day end. And this is the incoherent. But surely these are some mysterious loose wires that have entered into a temporary short circuit with universal energy.

There will be those who, at this stage of my exhibition, will say: "he has gone mad"; and others perhaps: "he has learned the truth." The truth is that I can't know where this feeling comes from. I only know that he has seized me with the force of absolute conviction.

What this situation has brought to my being is a state of absolute peace and tranquility that has been increasing over the years. In addition, it has allowed me to detect the lack of this state, in my body. It is as if I could see my disorders (of all kinds) from outside myself. As if a part of my being were on Earth, inside my body, and another, outside, somewhere in the stratosphere (to mention a place) and in some way or by some mechanism, kept constantly connected. It would be like an internet chain, but on a universal level. We can stay connected to the system twenty-four hours a day even if we don't always use it (let's navigate). That is how I feel. Permanently connected to the Forces of the Universe, although not always use them.

Impregnated with all this situation that I no longer know what to call, I imagine that I fall from space, putting my bare feet and with my naked body, on the earth of our planet. It would be a "non-mundane" or "extraterrenal" way of being born. Yes, it is a childlike form, I am born already developed. But this is how the images are presented in the succession of my thoughts. I begin to perceive everything through the five senses that are included in my body physiology. And suddenly I am immersed in a place outside of me, where the first thing people do when they arrive is cry. Then, along with their growing little bodies, all kinds of feelings develop, including “love, ” in a very different version from the one they bring before birth. And they get together. They all come together. They need to get together, for better or worse. And then "teaching" appears, so good and so bad. Everyone teaches and everyone learns. And along with developing their bodies and their minds, they also develop diseases, in the bodies and in the minds.

Among the immense number of inventions and discoveries for which man can be proud, the most outstanding for its massive, cyclical and influential impact on almost the entire population of the planet, is money. Just think of the number of people, per day, who defend their money and property, lose their lives.

Whoever comes to this world does not immediately perceive the characteristics of the place he has reached. This perception is also developed jointly with the adaptation to the environment and as the individual develops his senses, his intellect and his reason. When these have been developed, it has also been adapted. That is why it is so difficult for him to know if he had done things in the same way that he had the possibility to decide.

Until recently, the ideological revolutions only went through the proposal of structural changes in the earthly sphere, which is what we feel.

We have just entered the era of the unknown (only until it is known), an extrasensory stage that will sharpen our senses to the fullest, will allow the use of the full potential of our mind and Once we float in the eternity of the Universe, without the need to feel anything for or against anything or anyone, we will know that we have had to spend thousands of years of our history immersed in a reverie with character Nightmare and we have finally woken up. And this will not produce joy in us. And neither sadness.

Excerpt from the book Sintonia by Rudy Spillman.

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http://libroabiertorudyspillman.blogspot.com/ Before dressing your body in white, enlighten your soul . Harmony, love and light are where life takes you. The illumination of your days and the colors with which you see them depend on you. Do not forget it, you and only you are the maker of your dreams and your destiny.

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http://www.librovirtual.org/autor.php?autor=AUT0375

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