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Recent Posts
- DISCOVERING OUR NARRATIVE, A PROCESS WE CALL LIFE
- ON OUR MISTAKES, SOMETIMES WE FEEL HOPELESS, AND LONELY
- A FEW THINGS ABOUT MY DAILY ROUTINE, AND MAYBE TRAVELING SOON.
- REFLECTIONS FROM AN OLD MAN ABOUT HIS PAST
- RUMORS OF WARS AND SUFFERING
- MY LOVE OF BOOKS, AND MY READING SAGA, A STORY OF LOVE, WONDER, HEARTBREAK, AND BACK PAIN.
- ON MYSTICISM AND MEISTER ECKHART
- A BEUTIFUL DAY TRHOUGH MY WINDOW THE HOPE OF A NEW YEAR
- REFLECTIONS OF CHRISTMAS PAST, AND PRESENT.
- HISTORY OF DREAMING, AND CONNECTION WITH SPIRIT, THIRD PART
- DREAM INTERPRETATION AND IT’S PROBLEMS. SECOND PART.
- ON DREAMING, A SEARCH FOR KNOLEDGE OF THE SELF. FIRST PART.
Category Archives: Travel
HIGHWAY ROBBERY, AND PIRACY WELL AND ALIVE IN OUR CONTEMPORARY NEW WAY OF TRAVELING, CYBERSPACE.
In the old days traveling had a mayor inconvenience, if we can call it that, just an inconvenience, but in fact your own integrity, and physical security was at risk, not only you could loose your money and goods, but … Continue reading
Posted in A World in Crisis, Adbusters, Capitalism, Crisis of Values, Criticism, Cynicism, Disillusion with Capitalism, Greed, Greed and Impunity, Highway Robbery, Justice, Materialism, Piracy, Suffering, Travel, Unalienable Rights, Uncategorized, Values
Tagged Advertising Out Of Control, Hacked, Highway Robbery Online, Nuisance, Piracy On Cyberspace, Ransom your Computer, Soliciting Without Knocking On Your Door
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MY OLD HOUSE GEOGRAPHY OF THE SOUL
FOR WHO DO YOU WRITE? FOR THE DEAD THAT WE LOVE… By chance, I do not know if to punish me, or to reward me, Fate has put the bus terminal in Navojoa, in the same road that connected … Continue reading
Posted in Dreams, Family History, Heart, Personal Story, Travel
Tagged Alamos, Archetypal Universe, Childhood, desert plain, Dreaming, Flowers, four Sisters, Geography of the Soul, Grandmother, Guamuchil tree, Heart, Inspiration, Irrigation Channel.Geomagnetic center, Mayo Valley, Memories, Nacapul, Navojoa, Old House, Piocha tree, poem, Railroad, Sadness, Veranda with Jasmin, Water pool
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IN SEARCH OF THE SUMMER OF 1964
IN SEARCH OF THE SUMMER OF 1964 OR A STORK WITH NO NEST I was about eleven years of age when my family decided to go visit my paternal aunts who at the time were living in a quiet little … Continue reading
Posted in Aztecs, Aztlan, Heart, Personal Story, Sanganguey, Tenochtitlan, Travel, Xalisco
Tagged Aztecs, Aztlan, black-tar-heroin, Corn fair, drug cartel, Eagle, Germany, Matatipac, Memories, Monsoon, Nayarit, Nopal, Puerto Vallarta, Sanganguey, Serpent, Sierra de Alica, stork nest, Summer1964., Tepic, Wings, Xalisco
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MY ROAD TO SANTIAGO-PART 3
In my dreams the town represents sort like the ‘Land of the Father’ Paradise, and arriving at my Father’s and Grandma place, sort of represent the Divine in it’s Masculine attributes, or Heavenly Father, in many dreams my goal is … Continue reading
MY ROAD TO SANTIAGO – PART 2
From time, to time, now, and again I dream of being in the road to Santiago, last night I was in a terrace above the jungle canopy in the North side of the river, as I descended to the banks my two brothers where there also, my eldest brother, let loose a boat in the shape of an old Cadillac, and floated down the current, my youngest brother after a moment hesitation dived in to the swell, myself running after them, after descending from the top of the terrace above the canopy of the tall trees, jumped and swim after them, the current was strong but the water was beautifully blue, and clear, I woke up as I climbed in to the boat to join my brothers…
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Posted in Dreams, Family History, Inner Journey, Nayarit, Personal Story, Travel
Tagged An Inner Journey, canopy of the tall trees, cat, Coamiles, cobbled streets, Google Earth, old houses, old Mercado, old town of Santiago, Santiago Ixcuintla, sleepy town, small plaza, the Mayor Palace
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MY ROAD TO SANTIAGO – Part 1
As a child we traveled frequently to the town of Santiago Ixcuintla my Father’s birthplace just a few more miles down the road where my Grandmother and my aunts resided for many years. The look of the hill represented several things on my mind, the near end of a tedious five hour trip, the thrill of getting a treat at Penitas, and above all to see the magical, beautiful view of a river in the middle of a jungle forest! Continue reading
Posted in Dreams, Family History, Forest, Heart, Imagination, Inner Journey, Nayarit, Personal Story, Rivers, Travel
Tagged agrarian, alligator, Amapa Trees, annual rainfall, Australian, Ayers Rock, Carretera, Carretera Panoamericana, Coamiles, communities, creeks, crossed rivers, El Crucero, Emerald green, exotic birds, Google Earth, herons, Hill of Coamiles, jungle forest, Latitude, Longitude, Panoamericana, Penitas, River, Santiago Ixcuintla, small stream, stream, white herons
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Kone, Krusos, Kronos 