paranoia of nohas ark and the improvised 4th world kitchen

We wake up the next day of the storm, all wet, some didnt slept at all trying to save their camps.
Nina (that was camping by the river)woke in the middle of the night already starting to float in the middle of her tent over the "raft" that was under her sleeping bag. She didnt have a flashlight, she was naked in the universe with just a sarong, all her stuff was taken by the river: her clothes, passport, credit cards and money. all her identity vanished in one night.
Thon also lost his camp in the other river, Indio and other guys that were in las choapas also lost their stuff. Sebastian and Tim where the naked heroes that were rescuing other peoples camps, and bringing supplies from the semi-flooded kitchen. By the time the rain wasnt that hard, but still rained non stop and the water continued to go up, some people got paranoid and talked about Tabasco´s flood: if they opened the dam into their own people, they´re not going to make considerations of us. if they open the dam again water will rise up to the hill were we are at. this hill will become an island, etc.
The supply boat arrived on the morning, and around 20 to 30 people left. some where ill, others scared, and others just wanted to go to the beach (as the guy that i went with to the gathering).
He wanted me to leave with him, but i said: this is when you met the true rainbow warriors. Im having fun, and by the way this is only a rehearsal for apocalypse. (The familiy needed me, i didnt wanted to be any other place in the world.)
I stayed and start to figure out what do we needed. first i tryed to focalice putting some tarps around the house to have more dry space for people, but nobody listened, so i did it myself and put the first tarp as an example. then i drop that task and start cleaning the hallway that was on one side of the house(it looked like a dumpster), and classifing and focalizing our next meal (nobody new where was anything). we needed something hot, colorfull and with consistency. there where lots of spices, vegetables that were starting to rot, 1 gallon of teriyaki, 1 gal of soy sauce, mushrooms, a pine apple, lots of organic tea, bags of rice and beans, chocolate and other goodies. so we made pad thai: rice with vegetables, mooshroom soup with beet, and teriyaki vegetables with pine apple. and 2 kinds of tea: green-hibiscus and chai.
rainbow food = happy people again.
just after that sister Harmony made Power goo balls: chocolate, nuts, honey, caramel, and oats.....wooo that was another catalizer for the nohas ark party.
we started to jam inside the house, some people was resting, others getting warm around a fire, some started to dance and jump to stay warm and happy. the music was the energy and we were the engine, the house became nohas galactic-ark, we were tripping big time into the heart of the space.
Colors was noah, he climbed inside the house an sitted on the rooftop, the house was bouncing, but so many things had happened on that day that nobbody cared about a couple of guys sitting in the roof top. we jammed until the end.
we even changed the mood of the music for the people that was sleeping, into more mellow songs with guitar, the djambes went to sleep. we, the last 8 people awake managed to find a hole between the carpet of sleeping bodies that resembled a tetris puzzle. i slept between 5 people and a baby named seph ha. it was the best night for sleeping i had: very cossy, warm and i wake up with the smile and joy of seph.

on the 3rd day the sun came out, the family was closer thatn ever, every single soul on that camp was happy and praising Ra, the sun. every creature got out of the refugee wood shed, to bathe in the sun rays. I spotted a Japaneise brother doing Chi-kung, so i stepped beside him and star following his movements. he tought me a couple of steps. and told me that the best way to do chi-kung is on a sunny-yang day, cuz you dont want to take ying-cloudy energy inside.
i wore my orange silk clothes that day and bathed on the river with mint organic shampoo.
Everyone was re-born, the low vibes were sweeped away as well the thicks and other insects.
almost everyone moved out from the house, the stuff of the improvised kitchen was carried to the main kitchen that was in ruins. we started from scarps to build again everything.
this time as one family, one love and one vision.
that day around 10 cops arrived to the camp, some freaked out, but i just tought it was sureral, i was just waking up so i hided in my sleeping bag. Kareem and other guys complained and start shouting at the officials that were sent by Nati and Pachan, sisters that were in las choapas by that time, and didnt knew about the situation in the camp, so they went to speak to the President of las choapas and asked for support. so this guys dressed as cops brought us clothes, tarps and water.

Sister Harmony, Jay and Tenali left the camp, heading from "el desengaño" toward rancho "la renovacion", looking forward for better weather. Harmony was a saint and left us all her goodies: a bucket full of honey, lots of spices, sacks of soy and grains, 3 kilos of gouda cheese (that Kareem took to hide it in a safe place from the family, and then we never saw teh cheese again), dry fuit (that also dissapeared in his hands), organic green and black tea, mate, cofee, a box of org sugar, sea salt, nuts, hibiscus, and other delicatessen stuff. -Infinite Thanks Harmony-

i felt as in the best christmas ever.
That same day when we were improvisin a breakfast with the left over supplies, a boat full of fruits and water arrived to the camp, so we were really happy and celebrated with fruits.
everyone was working full power, cuz the official rainbow started in a few days and we had no infrasestructure at all, the river took away the pipe from the source. all tarps were down, the shitters were gone. the paths and the kitchen floor was muddy. soooo re-construction day started.

Inter-acuatic RAINbow X-perience

When the earth is ravaged and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, and who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. They will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow -Hopi legend

RAINbow gatherings are temporary intentional communities, typically held in outdoor settings, and espousing and practicing ideals of peace, love, harmony, freedom and community, as a consciously expressed alternative to mainstreampop culture, consummerism, capitalism and mass media. Rainbow Gatherings and the "Rainbow family of living light"are an expression of a Utopian impulse, combined with bohemianism and hippie culture, with roots clearly traceable to the 1960s counterculture.

there are many kinds of rainbow gatherings:

• the world gatherings:1993 Israel,2000 Australia,2001 Zimbabwe (on the path of the solar eclipse),2003 Brazil2004 Costa Rica,2005 Turkey,2006 Thailand, and 2008 China
  

• The European Gatherings: 2000 Romania,2001 Croatia,2002 Italy,2003 France (Pyrenees),2004 Bulgaria,2005 Germany,2006 England,2007 Bosnia and 2008 Serbia andSpain

• the National Gatherings (on each country)
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• the Intergalactic Gatherings (alternative world gathering)

Last year in the gathering at thailand, in the council circle that selected china as the site for 2008, some people still wanted to do a gathering in mexico, so they title it galactic rainbow gathering, cuz the world gathering had already chosen a site.
so in a way this gathering was the alternative within the alternative....

El Desengaño, Veracruz, a ranch 5 hrs south of las choapas, a 20, 000 people town that merely appears on the google map as a poblation, in the middle of a rain forest and on the entrance of one of the biggest "virgin" jungles of mexico.


I took a bus from Monterrey Nuevo Leon (N.E. of Mexico), (13 hrs trip) to Mexico city, then i took a bus to Veracruz (8 hrs), there wasnt a bus to las choapas, so i took one to Coatzacoalcos (4 hrs), and then finally to Las Choapas.
i reached this town at sunset, then after visiting 3 hotels, i managed to find a fine and cheap (150 pesos) hotel named Jismark, that had lime-yellow walls and mirrors on the sealing.
at night i found the perfect spot for eating frijoles a la charra and rice. in that restaurant i met Rock a Quebecois and Infinite his gigant Shnausser. they didnt speak a word of spanish, so his taxi driver asked me: hablas ingles? and delivered me this 2 guys with an amazing story of how they had been robed and picked up by this angel guy that drived them from coatza up to las choapas. Rock was dressed in white, and infinite had a beautifull and very particular hair cut for a dog.

After dinner we went to Jismark and while we were at the lobby the lady who worked there asked us that if we knew Mckena, a girl that was also staying there, and the first thing that came to my mind was that she was a relative of Terence Mckenna (one of my fav psychedelic writers), also because she came from Hawaii where Terence founded Botanical Dimensions, a non-profit ethnobotanical preserve. But this was just a mere illusion of my brain conections, then we met her and realized her name was spelled Makena, a funny coincidence.
On the next day we went to have a breakfast in the heart of the market (the cheapest place you can eat in mexico) and then hit the road by hitching a ride.
the first truck i asked for a ride, took us almost half of the way near cerro nanchital a town that reminded me the old west movies.

When we got out of the truck, we wanted to give the guy some money, but he stepped back saying that it was a favor, so whe thanked him very much and gaved him some goodies.
When we got to cerro nanchital in an old 1970´s bus (for 30 pesos),

nobody wanted to take us to el desengaño, it wasnt on their way, we asked almost every guy in town that had a truck to take us to el desengaño, until one half drunk guy offered to take us for $500 (100 per head, including the dog ha), but i denied it and waited for a better option, 2 hrs passed and just when we accepted and where jumping on the box of the truck, one rainbow girl asked us to step down the truck and saved us from paying that large cuantity, when there was a bus passing by in a few minutes (for 60 pesos) that would take us up to the entrance gate of the site.
Her name was Silph, she was pregnant and went down to the town with his mate, to get some personal supplies.
I´ve just started to notice that the town was like a vortex that didnt want us to leave from babylon, it was the border between internet and phone booths and unpaved roads that lead to freedom (literary this was the name of a town before the site).

finally we got into a fine 1990's bus in very good shape, that was making the first offiacial trip to "el desengaño", so they didnt knew the road, just as us. we were lucky that Sylph and Rob knew the way back to the site, they where the leaders, Rojo and I where the mediators. Rock, infinite, Makena and other guy fom the states also where on the bus, (as many other locals).

It was an amazing trip, i felt like entering the lost world. every kilometer was a new paradise opening to us. gigant hule trees, acacias, bamboos, palms, rivers, banana trees, hills full of cows, trees full of white birds. sunset over the hills, piercing through the windows.

3 hours of non paved road between the hills, non stop shaking, twist turns and creepy bridges in wich the bus merely fit. I was tired of sitting down so i started to bus surfing (balancing in the hallway with out using the hands.) we reached the gate at night, luckily it was almost ful moon, so we had great light for walking with out flashlights.
we walked around 1 hour trough a field full of cows and mud, at half the way i took my shoes off, i had more balance and awareness of the ground this way.
i rested my back in every big tree i could find, then after a vey tiring trail we saw what looked like smoke of fire (then we realized it was the river shining) and where more motivated to get there. at first we reached a small wood shed- house that received us with "welcome home" greetings and hugs. then we dropped our bags where we could, and walked down hill to the main circle, where the music was coming from. it was a beautifull scene: people sitting (like 30 or 40) around fire in different clusters: the drum cluster, the talking cluster, everybody was chilling out (they had just ate dinner), i jumped inmediatly into the fire, with my instruments, present them to fire, got comfortable. next thing i know a couple of bright light guys introduce themselves as jouso and kancer, from finland, they were very friendly and shiny, big blue eyes that jumped from their face. i played a while around the fire, and i was wondering why i was the only one playing...the guys told me that last night everyone stayed out late, so they were tired, so was i, tired but excited. then i went to sleep in the house.


as an outline: this intergalactic rainbow gathering served me as a launching base into new ways of living and seeing life. i´ve been influenced and inspired by many persons and their diferent styles of living and moving through the world. now i have enough motivation to explore the 4 directions of gaia anytime.
the books where my spark and people are my inspiration for future meetings in distant corners.

now i feel proud of being who i am, cuz now i feel part of a family,
no more crying alone in a corner as i did as child and teenager, feeling abandoned in a foreign planet, alienated from society. now i feel connected and protected.

in the main circle i´ve pictured us around the fire as in the neverever land and the city of lost children where nobody dies and every night is a new year party.
each one of us represented a tribe, a color, a smell, a taste, a geographical region and a whole universe.
im a red magnetic dragon, the order-chaos of the primordial waters, the initiator, the chi, shakti- xochiquetzal: Flower feather (the godess of flowers), im Parvati, the creation, im the spider that threads the web... the matrix... the akashic records.

now i have the power of the tropical rain forest in my magic pouch, i´ve lived on the jungles of my ancestors.
the cold rivers and rains cleansed my spirit.
I´ve danced around fire while Tlaloc played the drums of rain, sweating in the shiny core while the majority was distracted by fire twirling with babylon´s gas.
(that is how babylon is: attractive, but dont lasts long, just mere illusion).
my stongest brothers and sisters (thanks Tuukka, Colors, sal paradiso(aka Todd), the irish mama, the italian girls, Mare and Pamela) where beside me, giving their dance offerings to the fire. molding the flames, taking and spreading them around the multitude.
that was my last dance in the main circle, we gave it all out, on the night preceding the full moon in the morning. it was a cloudy night, just the ones that stayed close to the fire (about 15 or 20) saw the moon for 3 times, for 6 seconds.
we howled, sang, shouted and aplouded to her.
we sang all the songs and mantras that we knew, we even did new songs.
(the mud was an extra factor while dancing, you had to follow the directions where the mud took your feet, be strong, balanced and playfull.)

the food was a surprise everyday, well sometimes it resembled more like a bad joke (when the rice was burned, raw and goo at the same time), that motivated me to jump into the kitchen the next day and make the best meal we could have that evening. one day we made pizza, pasta and coockies, other day made sushi and stir fry with curry vegs, that was the abundance days, contrasted by scarcity days of 3 kinds of making soy: soy with soy sauce and potatoes, soy w oregano and cabage, and soy w beet and carrot, aaaaa and beans, and tahini surprise.
i enjoyed alot being in the kitchen, every day was like making a whole symphony, putting intention and joy in every cut.
the kitchen crew was amazing: the fire trolls, the cutting guys, the cleaning beings, the musicians, the clowns and the chefs.
the base line was onions, garlic and spices, the other instruments where improvised in the moment depending on what we still had.

making the supply runs was an oddysey few dared to accomplish:
a 2 day trip to las choapas or to cerro nanchital, one for going and the other for coming back, just when the kitchen was almost empty, the supply runners arrived as santaclause with their bags full of colors and textures that illuminated their path into the kitchen. then the racks of the grocery looked like a rainbow again. then i was tired of cooking and improvising with little, and took one or 2 days of the kitchen (even tough i still wanted to cook with all the new stuff).

then i dedicated the day to myself, went bathing to the river, swimmed to the other end, through the green and blue cold river, and reached a wall of amazing carved boulders that were waterfalls long time ago, then i climbed and meditated over them. perfect spot in front of the sun.
then i jumpet from as high as i could and climbed again.


just on the second week i was there , rain poured down during 3 days and flooded many parts of the camp, all the tarps were down, the water connections were gone and 5 camps where sweeped by the water that rised like 8 meters from the river side.
chaos ruled the gathering. many abandoned their camps to go sleep on the "house", an old wooden shed with metal roof top(with wholes) that moved everytime the wind blowed.
by the time i was already sleeping on the house, cuz i just had a hamock and a sleeping bag, so i went there since the rain started one day ago.
that night the population sleeping on the house grew from 20 to 50.
the next day almost avery one emigrated to the house or the sourrounding areas, cuz it was on the safest spot of the valley: a hill.

ill write about paranoia of nohas ark and the improvised 4th world kitchen on the next entry .
(one of the funnest part of the gathering for me.)

Re-set your own reality

RE

Re-use, re-duce, re-cycle, re-set

…Your own reality

Desde tiempos inmemoriales el hombre ha acumulado objetos por su paso en la tierra.

En la edad de piedra los neandertales recogian conchas, palos y huesos que les servirian mas adelante para la sobrevivencia. Después en la edad de los metales, el hombre comenzo a trabajar diversos materiales como herramientas, ornamentos, y piezas ceremoniales, es entonces cuando comienzan los grandes saqueos y guerras de la historia, el hombre ya no solo colecciona objetos para sobrevivir, ahora son un lujo.

En el presente como ya todas las necesidades basicas han sido cubiertas, y ya no es necesario arriesgar la vida para sobrevivir (en algunos casos), la atencion de el status quo se ha volcado hacia los objetos de consumo. Ahora lo que parece ser necesario para la supervivencia es tener un celular (pero con camara, mp3 e Internet), un usb y un ipod (de por lo menos 1Gb), una computadora (con Internet por supuesto), auto, camara fotografica, televisión de paga, etc…

Los medios masivos se empeñan en orientarnos hacia y por el consumismo: cremas, jabones, lociones, ropa, calzado, joyeria, autos, casas, aparatos electrodomesticos, bolsas, comida chatarra, cigarros, comida rapida, deportes televisados, cerveza, armas, amuletos, drogas de preescripcion, gadgets, pastillas reductoras, operaciones esteticas,…

parece que todo el consumo esta orientado a fin de cuentas a enriquecer a las grandes farmaceuticas mundiales, a la industria del petroleo y a las compañias productoras de semillas transgenicas.

¿Yo no estoy financiando mi propia destrucción?

¿ O si ?

Analiza, Aprende, Actua:

Cuestiona el estatus quo.

Vive con menos objetos, pero con mas conciencia. Genera menos basura.

Cuestiona tu consumo. Lee los ingredients de lo que comes. Investiga. Enterate de que esta hecho lo que comes y usas a diario.

Escoge productos con menos empaques.

Cuelga la ropa en el sol en vez de usar la secadora.

Si cierras la llave mientras te lavas los dientes, ahorras 4 gallones, (osea 3,000 galones al año, suponiendo que te los laves 2 veces al dia)

Piensa 3 veces, antes de comprar algo, pregúntate: realmente lo necesito?

– es mejor comprar envases de vidrio que de plástico.

A veces no es necesario usar jabón al lavar los platos (si no comiste algo grasoso)

– Lleva tu propia bolsa al mercado (para evitar usar 10 bolsitas)

- Apoya el mercado local y sus productos (es mas barato y seguramente mas orgánico que el HEB o wall-mart)

-Camina cuando puedas hacerlo, en vez de usar el coche para ir al la tienda de la esquina. Usa la bicicleta.

– siembra alguna planta, un arbol frutal (del cual todo lo que comas sera gratis)

– separa tu basura por clases (tan si quiera en orgánico e inorgánico)

- con la basura orgánica puedes hacer composta/abono en tu patio

- Cuida el agua, somos agua, necesitamos agua.

Carga con tu propio bote de agua, asi evitaras comprar botellas de plastico, que probablemente no se reciclaran

“FUN” FACTS

· En México se producen mas de 10 Millones de m3 de basura mensualmente, aprox. 112 millones de m3 anualmente.

• Según cálculos de la Concamin, en México cada año se producen
9 mil millones de botellas, que representan casi una tercera parte de la basura doméstica generada en el país.

Estimaciones científicas señalan que las botellas de PET demoran hasta 500 años en degradarse al ambiente.

Países como Suiza, Suecia, Austria, Alemania, Finlandia, Japón y Noruega son los que mas reciclan, mientras que Francia, Italia, Australia y Portugal están a la mitad de la lista, Chile, España, Brasil, E.U.A, y Gran Bretaña son los que mas contaminan y menos reciclan

· Estados unidos es el principal productor de basura en el mundo,
y 40 % de sus desechos se componen de papel.

· 900,000,000 de árboles se talan anualmente para producir pulpa de papel.

· Re-usa tus libretas y papel de oficina, no compres kleenex, usa panuelo de tela.

· Al reciclar una tonelada de papel se salvan 17 árboles.

22 Millones de Toneladas de papel se tiran en nuestro país cada año, si se reciclaran salvaríamos 33% de le energía para hacerlo y ahorraríamos 28 mil millones de litros de agua.

· El Instituto Nacional de Ecología (INE) junto con la (SEMARNAP), estiman que aproximadamente solo el 6% de las 85,000 toneladas de residuos por día del país es reciclada o reutilizada, (principalmente en las grandes ciudades).

· Entre el 30 y 40% de los residuos sólidos de México de acuerdo al INE proviene de paquetería con un 10 a 30% adicional de residuos industriales.

La demanda de la resina virgen es de 700 mil toneladas anuales. México es el segundo consumidor de la resina para su producción en botellas. Ya que es el segundo consumidor mundial de refrescos.

Lamentablemente Monterrey N.L. es el estado que mas coca cola y cerveza consume EN EL MUNDO

Retorno al Arcaico Ritmo

En una sociedad excesivamente consumista e insatisfecha, que busca el placer a corto plazo, placer inmediato, placer efímero, que se desvanece y solo deja vacío. Vacuidad que quiere ser llenada a cualquier precio. Y entre mas se trata de llenar, mas vacío se queda.

Los excesos se hacen visibles y cotidianos, las necesidades básicas se olvidan como tales. Compro, consumo y después existo.

Por un lado los que tienen recursos compran todo lo que esta a su paso: comida de franquicia, ropa de marca, televisión de paga, escuela privada, trabajo de oficina, casa suburbana, tecnología anacrónica, productos sobre industrializados, sobrepeso, enfermedades coronarias, fármacos antidepresivos y depresivos; y por el otro lado la gente que no tiene acceso a estos recursos, substituye sus “carencias” materiales con imágenes televisadas, sueños prefabricados que pretenden dictarles lo que debe ser. A una mirada llena le corresponden unas manos vacías.

Mucha gente no tiene que comer otros no tienen que pensar, pero si tienen una t.v. que le sature la cabeza con imágenes ajenas.

La enajenación mediática es una ilusión creada colectivamente, y que nos impide no solo ver, sino conocer lo que sucede a nuestro alrededor, y dentro de nosotros mismos.

La principal fuente de desinformación proviene del los medios masivos de comunicación como: televisón, radio, medios impresos, etc.

Esto no quiere decir que dichos medios sean nocivos por si mismos, lo nocivo es el uso de quien se lo da.

El medio no importa, el fin buscado por diferentes formas de consumo es el mismo: saciar las ansias de ser, poseer, estar y no estar: olvidarse de uno mismo, en la confusión de formas e información, imágenes que nos hacen separarnos de la realidad que nos es común y de las demás personas que nos rodean. La separación y la auto anulación es la trampa en la que hemos caído.

Una trampa que nosotros mismos nos hemos tendido sin darnos cuenta.

Somos igual de culpables que las pocas personas que están en el poder, por que nosotros los pusimos ahí, les dimos las riendas de nuestras vidas y nos olvidamos de que quien tiene el poder es el pueblo y no sus “lideres”.

La comodidad del desarrollo tecnológico del siglo veinte, da pie a reducir las percepciones de nuestros sedados campos sensitivos.

Una de las principales mañas de la tecnología y los medios masivos radica en reprimir sensorialmente nuestra capacidad de recibir nueva y real información. Corremos el peligro de quedar atrapados en redes ilusorias como son los medios masivos, las instituciones, el consumismo, el hedonismo y el nihilismo.

Hoy más que en otras épocas de la historia corremos el peligro de caer en la indiferencia, la comodidad y la auto-anulación.

Todos alguna vez hemos deseado la capacidad del pájaro para volar: moverse sin restricción alguna en las 3 dimensiones, llegar a cualquier lugar. Y en el fondo eso que sentimos es nostalgia, un vago recuerdo de hace 10,000 años en la era proto-agrícola, cuando éramos nómadas y recorríamos los continentes en busca de un mejor clima, cuando los hombres cazaban justo lo necesario y nada se desperdiciaba. Las mujeres recolectaban frutos directamente de la tierra sin erosionarla y los niños corrían libres en los campos sin ninguna preocupación. Después se trasladaban a otro lugar y todo se regeneraba más rápido.

Hoy en día aun existen grupos sociales, etnias, tribus y familias que mantienen el estilo de vida de nuestros milenarios antepasados. Ellos aun viven en armonía y balance con el cosmos.

En México han sobrevivido por mas de 500 años desde la conquista, etnias como los Coras y Huicholes, Rarámuris, Tarahumaras, Kikapúes, Purepechas, Mazatecos, Mixtecos, Chamulas, Chinantecos, Mayas, Lacandones, Tarascos, Zapotecos, Otomies, Tzetzales, Tzotziles, Choles, Nahuas, Pames, Huastecos, Tepehuanos, Tarascos, Mazahuas, Kumiais, Cucapas, Triques, Seris, Yaquis, ……..

Y otros mas que no recuerdo.

Estos son solo algunos de los grupos indígenas que han sabido mantenerse en pie, que han conservado sus tradiciones y su cultura a pesar de los innombrables abusos y vejaciones que han tenido que sobrellevar desde la colonia, y lo más irónico es que la colonia aun no ha muerto del todo, hay algunos grupos religiosos y gubernamentales que tratan d “civilizar” a estos pueblos, les hablan de progreso, un progreso que los indígenas solo ven como retroceso, degradación e involución. ¿Progreso???? ¿Para que? ¿Para comprar alimentos transgenicos en supermercados de franquicias transnacionales, usar ropa gringa, tener computadora, una tele china, ir a la escuela para aprender a sentarse durante horas frente a un escritorio, haciendo cosas intrascendentes, para después poder comprar objetos inútiles que solo crearan mas basura, manejar cada vez mas maquinas, llenarse la cabeza de información falsa y vivir constantemente bajo la amenaza del terrorismo y la baja de la bolsa de valores???

Eso no es progreso, la modernidad fracaso y apenas nos estamos dando cuenta de ello.

Las sabias etnias aborígenes de todo el mundo lo saben,

¿por que nos empeñamos en no escucharlos, en no voltearlos a ver, en no valorarlos como la sabia conciencia de la naturaleza que encarnan?

Nuestros aborígenes antepasados nos han dejado un legado que llevamos en la sangre, en las palabras, en el maíz que todos los días comemos, en las artesanías, danzas, cantos y leyendas. En los bosques, playas y selvas donde imprimieron y construyeron sus obras de arte, arte que apenas hace algunos años comenzamos a observar y analizar. Aun estamos encontrando regalos que nos fueron dejados: Piedras vivas y llenas de significado, mensajes del pasado, presente y futuro

(por que para ellos el tiempo es cíclico y todo vuelve)

Pirámides de conocimiento

Códices cosmogónicos

Números de cambio

Calendarios sacros

Que no solo rigen y reflejan el orden terrestre, sino el orden del sistema solar, la galaxia y el universo.

Mensajes que están ahí desde hace mucho, esperando a que sean descifrados y puestos en práctica….

Esperando que retomemos el ritmo de los ciclos naturales.

Esperando la llegada del sexto sol…….. el amanecer Galáctico.

Luz para todos…

flash back del big bang: viaje en el tiempo atraves del arte

Erase una vez, en el vacío plenamente lleno de electrones que flotaban libres en el infinito mar cósmico de energía candente, ola tras ola un día comenzó a enfriarse el espacio, cual sopa cósmica recién hecha. Nuevas estructuras comenzaron a formarse desde el caos. Átomos de hidrogeno y helio en rítmico baile se fueron sumando para formar estrellas, y en los centros de estas mediante la fusión se condensaron nuevos elementos pesados: hierro, carbono y……. lo demás es historia.

Estructuras moleculares, organismos siempre condensándose, construyéndose cada vez más rápido. Billones de años pasaron para que la sopa cósmica estuviera lo suficientemente “tibia” como para que en algún planeta pudieran ir desarrollándose organismos cada vez mas complejos: unicelulares, protozoarios, multicelulares, peces, anfibios, reptiles, pájaros, mamíferos y “plack” en un abrir y cerrar de ojos a las 12 del día en el reloj que marca los millones de años del universo, en la tercera roca de algún sol de la vía Láctea, el homo sapiens hizo aparición después de muchos otros tipos de homo que antecedieron al sapiens.

Muchas teorías compiten en descifrar el misterio que rodea los orígenes del ser humano, básicamente existen dos vertientes: la teológica y la científica. La teología se diversifica a través de religiones, cultos, tribus, zonas geográficas y eras de la historia. Mientras que la ciencia se divide en escuelas, teorías, y eras de la historia también.

Entre estas dos vertientes existe un parteaguas llamado filosofía, la cual se alimenta de ambas ramas de conocimiento: el intuitivo y el racional

En esta ocasion optare por tomar el camino del arte (como lo hicieron los antiguos indígenas de muchos lugares) para tratar de dar una alternativa diferente al origen de la humanidad, mediante el estudio de los arqueotipos y cosmogonias dentro del arte de los nativos, tanto mexicanos, nativo amercianos y de otras tribus y etnias alrededro del mundo.