Lately I often think of a company and imagine it as a ten-meter high container full of shit, stinking nauseous that is repulsive ... you got it, shit.
not want to appear pessimistic defeatist, or worse, but there the situation is just disgusting. In everything I see, hear, do and the stench and the disgust immediately catch the eye, making life difficult if not impossible. People who sell it for nothing, a former trade unionists who snitch to the owner, engineers who do not know what a Ø7h7 not even believe that the Almighty, people who until yesterday had not a dick but once assumed to be around like were experts in nuclear physics, people are unhealthily attached to a laminator as not even the most jealous of husbands would do with a milkmaid and a little wife slut, incompetent licensed once they have taken a somewhat higher behave like virgins to church on Sunday ... stuff to write a book! But I am here, talking shit, maybe because by dint of swimming, breathing and (sometimes) to eat, I entered the brain ... and a brain full of shit thing I ever write? Bullshit, of course!
I laugh, I laugh to keep from crying, crying poverty in this Italy of 2010 that we should all be committed to combat rampant unemployment, pollution, destruction of the ecosystem ... and instead we are here to chase like children us soft and light as children of elementary squola (monkey, the q is desired: we like good children, as well as being assholes, we are also ignorant!). But we have 7 years, we have 62 (true grain? What did you do your nephew three years ago in elementary school, there is no need to grow a little '?) and in some cases we may be a bit' out of time ... And
shit is growing every day! Swimming back and forth for weeks months years, because as far as it can be disgusting shit, if you can swim at least to stay afloat. Swim or die, not to succumb, because deep down, you hope that sooner or later the level falls and dreams the day when you can return to a dignified life. But dreaming does not cost anything, but swim requires hard work and perseverance, and then let's face it: after a while 'begins to be out of breath. Ok, you get used to everything, but the smell the fresh mountain air, or air breathing at dawn on the beach, are another matter.
But soft and stubbornly continues to swim! That's when everything seems to S. Jude, the patron of lost causes, sends a signal: a rose! Beautiful, lush, fresh, fragrant ... Heck, even I do not like the flowers I am touched by the beauty of this flower just bloomed, and I breathed deeply of its intoxicating fragrance. Incredulous and amazed, trying to figure out where's the catch, there can be a list of such beauty in the midst of so much crap! And do not, is genuine, sincere, honest, loyal, but most importantly it is true! Still sore from pinching you've given to control not dreaming, you see her slowly blossoming, feel its smell rarely invade the Environment mind gradually the petals to create unique nuances of the game, I meticulously noted every detail and resigned and a bit saddened to see slowly fade and wither. Yes, roses, especially the most beautiful, do not last long but you do not care: what matters is that even in the midst of so much crap can be something beautiful, genuine, something that is worth continuing to swim.
Breathe in deeply the fragrance last shots, hold your breath for a few seconds and I plunged in your sea of \u200b\u200bdesolation and evil smells ...
how I feel sometimes? a little 'esoteric I admit. A little 'witch are always, even though I've never done bad things. I was also a black cat that I loved, he is a bit 'less because I insist on treating it like a dog. But then we reached a compromise: I would stop to give him orders and he stopped to scratch and bite me on the head. I do not want to bother to go to who is or is believed a professional in the field of esotericism, because I am not and I do not think I never will be. I'm just a curiosity, a thirst that he continues to learn and then are attracted by things strange and unusual. In other news ? summarizes this state of mind and I intend to mess about and be more curious matter, and at the same time skeptical. Given that overall I am still a woman with feet on the ground. ... Even if our attention is fixed forever. hello hello to all my friends
This is revealed to me in 1982, even though the discovery dates back much earlier. It seems impossible, but when Einstein discovered what was the energy E = m2 , in his insights came to discover how you could travel through time and space, without moving. Starting from the same basic formula E = m2 and transforming the human being into pure energy, then in the reverse order (if E = m2, then m2 = E), how can the human body mass transformed into energy by considering all that is, without destroying it? What is unique about the human being and that makes him live after physical death? And 'the soul, that is, his consciousness.
This formula was a secret, something that Einstein brought to the grave: a theory like that would upset any kind of truth in those days, in the hands of a madman would have disastrous and unforeseen consequences. Science and religion no longer antithetical, no longer rivals in the search for truth, but complementary.
In religion if you want to be truly objective and honest also includes magic, magic. The ancient religions in fact always included rites of this kind. In Europe, the latest example of our religion and magic is survived up to King Arthur, that is the ancient Celtic religion. What still fascinates both children of every language and civilization. Why? I'll never ask you? It 's true that it only feeds the magic of superstitions and folk beliefs? Alchemy for example, was merely the expression of this scientific practice, a little' how chemistry today. Shamanism is the mother of all therapies, the base of modern psychology and psychiatry. The witch-herbalists were the modern drugs in the world today. How often in the Asian world is believed to: not good to kill all the past in favor of only one future. Tradition and innovation should be able to coexist peacefully. Ying and Yang must be maintained in order to proceed with balance. (*) The balance in the universe is crucial. Breaking this balance means the end of everything. And in my research ( my life I have dedicated most of the time looking for a deeper truth, universally valid ) I discovered that the magic is nothing but the knowledge of the secret of Life.
What makes frightening magic is the use made of it. As in everything that exists, there is the ubiquitous conflict between Good and Evil. In fact there is a White Magic and Black Magic. Some people use it to do good (to heal and heal), and for those who do evil (to sicken or kill), who does not want power and those who thirst and slave. I think it is better to be servants and not feel any envy for those who have more.
quote: "Currently most of the scientists maintain the physical impossibility of interstellar flight, which would imply a rate higher than that of light. But already relativity opened the doors to that effect. Knowing bend space, limit the speed of light is bypassed. " The mistake you do is always the same: to remain rigid on their position, not be opened.
According to Einstein in fact there is no need to bend the space ... ..
We do not have to bend things, have to force to bend the space in front of us, to our immeasurable power ... .... ... We must change. ... We see things differently ... .... We are not gods, we are not ever been.
I decided to talk about it just now. I took with me this secret for 28 years and I waited it is time for talk. Why now? Because maybe now someone is ready to receive the message, because he has harbored within themselves' for a long time just like me. Sharing makes full awareness of individuals, such as sun and water swell and ripen the apple tree. To have a
One is always in need of two halves. Do not ask me how I learned these things, drag behind a very long time. I was not born yesterday or even hours, I was born and reborn many times already. Each time was like a journey through time and space. Since the time the Universe is One. And all coexist simultaneously. So is the need to bend space?
I have never been abducted by aliens and I look a bit 'strange ones that talk about UFOs but I would like to quote a piece from one of the many sites on UFO enthusiasts, almost word for word casually takes what Einstein suggested to me: & # 160; (from) " UFOs and the other dimensions: Some witnessing impressive, especially among those kidnapped as Betty Andreasson-Luca , invite us to consider seriously the idea of \u200b\u200bother dimensions of reality, both physical and spiritual , to use a common language. From the scientific side, theoretical physicists speak more and more of other space-time dimensions, which would allow us a speedy journey through space. A good read on these assumptions is the book of American physicist Michio Kaku, "Hyperspace". According to him, the "Superstring Theories" would suggest that the four-dimensional geometric space instead of three, hence the name of "hyperspace". One interesting consequence is that an object located in quell'iperspazio may appear and disappear before our eyes. It 'just what UFOs are apparently able to do! In a word, the current theories scientists point to many fascinating discoveries. On the other hand, the religious frame of mind, we are faced with beings from another world and a certain kind, good or bad, kind of "supernatural". This supports the most mysterious aspects of ufology. However, I wonder if, at this point, there is a radical difference between the traditional idea of \u200b\u200bthe supernatural and new concepts of theoretical physics. "
I want to present here is another piece that I found on the Internet and that is the subject mentioned before (*)
quote:" The Law of Balance : APPLY THE FIRST THREE LAWS AND SET IN THIS MOMENT. ( Sources: Message to the ground crew - Humans Becoming http://www.josaya.com/2010 / 02/le-4-leggi-universali / ) Our break-even point is the experience of the present moment, the here and now. Focusing on the present time that can alter the effects of the past and the emergence of the multitude futuro.Purtroppo oscillates between the past and the future. Reaching this point can establish a relationship with Soul and to find a stable deep, at least for a short period of tempo.L 'balance is achieved through the understanding and application of the above three fundamental laws of the universe: attraction, deliberate intent and non-interference. Those who want to take part in the creation of the new paradigm of experience is required to focus on the present. The past can not be repeated and the future is unknown, thus leaving only the present. combined with the continuation UNDERSTANDING aims to reach the center of neutrality so finding our true nature. E 'through the detached observer the whole system that we will progressively stop feeding the force that pushes us toward extremes. be aware that there was a possible failure to identify, is born in us, "the observer" that gradually separates from the field that is home to our soul. more detached observers from our body from our mind and lower its oscillation. Less than we identified and our observation point approaches the CENTER always stable and indifferent to the underlying movement continues to suffer less because the attraction of our materiality, force will decrease as there turn away. The Laws of the Universe to let those who help themselves, to be helped. the victim consciousness, the trap is made of the need to be saved instead of bringing out their own liberation changing attitudes and actions. "& # 160; ;
This for me is another way of seeing things, is a point of view a bit 'fanatic and not very understandable to most people. This, in the here and now I see it something wrong, corrupt, is not entirely honest, it's extreme, unbalanced as it wants to believe. There is nothing more beautiful in my dell'inglobare the Whole: past, present and future. Time does not exist because the universe and therefore everything just is. Deny their past that sense, we do not think and never talk about it and why not be a taboo? same stuff of the future, dreams and desires are part of us, because abjure?
However, this is just my humble opinion. Who am I? None.
As I mentioned in my personal page on Facebook, here is the forum for a topic as vast ...... this post is currently only an outline that ..... 'll modify later.
My flock is there, 20km from my lair, do not know if they're going to hunt or if they stand the heat ... with the arrival of spring will come back to run with them, but not today, today I'm going to hunt alone!
Sunday, February 7, it is not raining but the sky dark lightning threat and downpours, is a classic day where people cower in shopping centers or if they are under the covers to warm to watch any good movies, but not me: I feel it is the right day to go hunting even though I know that will not be an easy game because of soft soil.
Esco from my den it's cold and it seems to rain at any moment, the temptation is to go straight back, but the call of nature is too strong and sadly I boot.
long time I'm looking for old abandoned trails, paths that would allow me to reach the broader areas of the Sibillini without going through the paved roads, smell like a wolf the air, I feel that big game: I do not know why, but I can feel it!
Retrace the paths slowly made a few weeks ago, the mud begins to lord it! The DRZ starts tailing fearfully, while I try to learn quickly how to keep it at bay, but it's really hard. I put in any path or road that would keep me away from the bitumen rampant, while I walk slowly to the Apennines. I approached a peak, believed to find some nice trails, after all the lush vegetation that surrounds the summit looking good. Step palm palm every single path in this area is limited only to not go on lawns or cultivated land, is my rule! Around several times around this collinotto, but I have to give up: there are no trails or dirt roads. A descent of land approached slowly, the rear wheel locks until I fell down at the end: ok, I had reckoned, but it hurts the morale! But what hurts the most likely, is that hunting is not giving the desired results!
Arrive in Ascoli, tired and miserable Scazzi for hunting. The sky is getting blacker, the wind rushing from the west almost to want to push home. I watch him worried, will be a sign of nature? It will be the nature wants to get away from some kind of trouble? Beginning to be afraid. Stubbornness against fear, a fight already seen 2 to 0 for stubbornness is obvious, unfortunately!
After a bit of gasoline topped up and eating pizza with a fleeting Marty, I get back in the hunt. I think some parts that should take less than no time in the mountains. The wolf in me slowly gets back in the hunt alone as always, because he alone has it in! But it's apparent loneliness, he knows that soon on those sites will bring his pack and then it will be big game hunting. But the discovery no: that's one thing to live alone, with all the pros and against many that this entails.
slowly beginning to rise in altitude, but the day is generous with its rewards: a few short dirt road, a beautiful girl who goes jogging :-)))) checked from somewhere and some way to tractors fangosissima sac. The city is under, with its frenetic pace, the 40-inch TVs deals and warm air, while forests up here are just mud tracks and a bitter cold: no I'm sorry, I prefer my solitude and my fears . Already, the mountain provides us with breathtaking views at the same time, his silence, the majesty of its mountains, the gloomy sky, the wind blowing violent, instil fear in me.
Do not really know if there is a God, if there is actually a superior entity that sees and observes the world: if this really exists, yesterday must have been a lot of pity to see me continue to doggedly search paths. In fact, when it was turning the knobs to the house as if by magic I have appeared some time ago I noted that trails from the top.
observe the mountain that is above me, the snow touches some houses a few hundred meters above the village where I am in a little while dirt is thrown headlong into a narrow valley covered with a dense and seemingly impenetrable bush: it is the way I'm looking for! I do not think twice and I put me there without even thinking: contentment and enthusiasm are a thousand, while a smile to my teeth 2587 is printed in the face. I do not know where you take the course but I find him in one!
A steep descent brings me to a small creek, a few meters and you pour me a show breathtaking, "here's no fun" I think to myself. First and second gas to the whole, the road starts to climb gently then more and more straight. A maze of trails branch off to the right and left slipping in a tropical jungle. I'll be spoiled for choice, I choose at random and find myself in a land of steep slope with a dry bend to the right to do at full throttle. It does not seem real, so beautiful and a playground without a soul! Via a second on other walls, with the bike that I give him more and more gas as you wish! It is because this is a way to do so, in all, this is fun! The tropical jungle gives way to some of the lush meadows with oak trees, as the snow slowly approaches. Reach a country, still pumped from the dirt just made me slip on a steep path: uncertainty and are on the ground. Ten minutes to get out, the time to understand that it is the case to face some alone paths and persuade them to stay on the dirt. Provo a two or three times without success, eventually returned to the starting point.
Before resuming the journey, I stop to eat a bar, sit down and immerse myself in the deep silence of this small tropical jungle ...
date back in the saddle, ford the stream, first downs tackled at all then right turn slipping into a gallery of reeds.
I walked out still surprised that I will pour a long straight muddy: a second and then all over for another climb. In less than no time I reach the houses, faccioinversione and returned to the base. "And now ????" observe a slope of dry stone with a bend to the left then ..." bho let's see! "Way up the hill, turn left and then on made in support of fast in the middle of a meadow where the rear wheel starts to wave. But I insist I have to stop, the grass is so wet that the wheel is not taken! I walk on ahead, to lawn where there is a tear in order to push the bike there died needless to salt!
I find a more consistent pass that cuts the grass in two, but this forces me to make a sharp bend to the left ... more anything! I push the bike a few yards, then I put in this step, ride the bike, all gas, a few feet before bending the front end jumps up a piece of wood and almost throw me to the ground just as well long legs! Allotment, easily overcome the tear and follow faithfully the dirt. A long series of curves and tear in me back in a short muddy sections with bitumen, while the enthusiasm is high! Nice location, I can not wait for it to dry come with the fat!
point to Ascoli, now I saw what I see and I can go home happy hunting. When we already anticipate a hot chocolate my eye falls on a dirt road that slips into a stream, "is mine." Starts hunting accident, one, two but the third time on the right track. Foretaste already climbing to do in all but the descent is steep and full of mud. Hang back wheels and I have to get off sfrizionando. At 100 meters from the ford I fall, I try to lift up the bike but I can not: even the spokes are covered in mud! Retrying and a lot (but a lot of) effort to his feet. I stop, look down the back and I realize that I could never go back.
I go to scout ahead on foot, the heart starts beating wildly. On the other side of the road seems better, bottomed with different stones, there should not be problems. I'll be back from the small, I remove entire blocks of mud, rekindle the bike and allotment. It seems go all right, but I realize how hard they are on the rear wheel hardly turns. The engine runs fine but the clutch is cooked. Damn mud!
Tutun Tutun Tutun, the heart starts beating louder and louder!
And now? Who takes it from here? A helicopter?
not despair, Gio is at home, I call it: "Gio, you have to do? I need a big favor. You have to do? - I'm troubled on a forum, tell me - You should take a rope and boots and coming here - What happened to you? - No not the bike goes, I think I burned the clutch, we have to pull up a steep road, but I can not miss where I am - so what? - doing so, come up to and then from there you drive - ok, I'll be right! "I go" on the surface "to understand where I am, to find a good reference to tell Gio," a busy street of houses and a large warehouse, suffice as a guideline? "I feel Orpheus, and a telephone analysis confirms to me the report: burnt clutch, MO SO COCKS!
As long as Giò look back at the bike, back on and try to implement some recommendations of Nuvola. The bike moves forward, so that will not have to push hard up the climb. Tribulation little, then I understand that up to half the discs we are to bring up to me and I climb into the saddle. The clutch is gone, but what little friction is enough to get me out of trouble. On a fast climb up the other left right, in less than no time I'm back on the bitumen, a few minutes and Ascoli
Giò I see, I calm down and between a punch and a chocolate show him photos of the day and joke about what happened to exorcise fear. But there is little to joke, something had happened to me whom I found myself in the valley? None. I went to Marty's story had happened and showed him the bike with the fairing of mud. I start at the car wash: 6 € half an hour and working to restore the hull to its original color!
The leopard can not change its spots, so unfortunately it is. Sooner or later I'll have to remove the bad habit of going off alone, I can always hope that the cell takes in secluded valleys and that there is someone to pull me out of trouble!
Thanks to Gio, who has given up the family to come to me to bail out.
Mané
the photos are here http://picasaweb.google.com/manetransalp1/IlLupoPerdeIlPelo #
