<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740</id><updated>2012-01-31T15:32:56.675-05:00</updated><category term='free energy'/><category term='UFO'/><category term='Santiago Bose'/><category term='Steven Greer'/><category term='La Maldad en el Mundo: Evil in the World'/><title type='text'>Isabel de Ilocos is Elizabeth Medina</title><subtitle type='html'>Isn't Nature's beauty miraculous.

I took this picture of this peacock in a restaurant in Santiago, Chile.

Welcome.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-2361407330432204529</id><published>2011-10-17T18:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T18:22:19.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The discovery of PBE (continued)</title><content type='html'>When the Cosmic magnet wrenched away from Adriana's cerebro-spinal center the accumulated toxins from treating ill people, it unblocked her superior centers. Her brain became able to recycle its energy at a very high frequency. This other people could learn to do as well, and she began teaching them how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She taught me and I stayed in close contact with her over the next 12 years and 3 months, learning and practicing as much as I could, especially from 2002 on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, finally, I've given my first seminar. I've worked with small groups for several years but only doing the practice, never teaching the system itself. So this was very exciting for me. The people loved it. PBE is a powerful practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to continue.  I can tell Adriana is very happy from the other side, looking on. She helps me always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for having been born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-2361407330432204529?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/2361407330432204529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=2361407330432204529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/2361407330432204529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/2361407330432204529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/10/discovery-of-pbe-continued.html' title='The discovery of PBE (continued)'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-5281864552858697535</id><published>2011-10-17T17:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T18:16:19.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first seminar of Psychobioenergy Bessi</title><content type='html'>A defining moment.  My first seminar on the energy work I've done since I met Adriana Bessi in November 1994. She helped me overcome a clinical depression in two weeks. In four hours, actually.  Two one-hour meetings of group energy work and two one-hour individual sessions in which she worked with me, mobilizing my cerebro-spinal system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died in February 2008 at the age of 85, about to turn 86.  Adriana was a wonderful human being, a living Buddha. Very strong, very no-nonsense. Italian born and raised. Traumatized by World War II and the murder of her father by the Nazis, she moved to Chile to join a cousin who had immigrated here. She came with her husband, two children and her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriana was psychic. She studied music and was a concert pianist. But life did not want her to become a world-renowned musician. Time and again she suffered accidents that harmed her development in that direction. In her early twenties, riding a Vespa with her two year old son, a drunk crossed her path and she fractured her elbow trying to protect her son as they fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the end of her budding international career in music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when she had settled in Chile, she taught the accordion and piano to earn an extra income besides working with her second husband, managing a restaurant. She loved to play the piano for herself. They had an accident and both of her hands were crushed underneath the car. She said her hands were reduced to bags of broken bones. The doctors said she would never play again. By practicing Psychobioenergy, which she discovered in 1980, she recovered and years later succeeded in playing piano again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first husband abandoned her and she turned to selling transistor radios as a street vendor, to feed her mother and children. She had always healed people without charging them. Later when she remarried she received a message from above that she would earn her living as an energy therapist. And she began to do so when her husband got ill and could no longer work, and she had to support her family again on her own. That was when she made her discovery of Psychobioenergy. It was traumatic: the Cosmic Magnet tore away from her personal magnet, the layers of toxins that she had accumulated as a result of treating so many sick people, and it almost killed her. Her body thickened by 19 cms overnight. She stopped producing tears and perspiration. She had intense tachycardia and very high fever. She was seeing spirals of smoke in the room but no one else saw anything. Then she saw a massive block of fog with words in gold written across it, that explained to her what was happening. She was immobilized, as if a mountain of ice were crushing her. She read the words but couldn't retain anything in her memory. The following night as she lay in bed she saw the vision again, but this time, only the golden writing. It said that she had discovered the way to recycle and transform human energy effectively and she should continue to practice it without changing anything. That her thickened body would gradually return to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Cosmic magnet removed the accumulated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-5281864552858697535?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/5281864552858697535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=5281864552858697535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/5281864552858697535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/5281864552858697535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-first-seminar-of-psychobioenergy.html' title='My first seminar of Psychobioenergy Bessi'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-507211679845454539</id><published>2011-10-10T12:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T12:41:45.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RT is a Great Channel</title><content type='html'>Check out  http://rt.com/usa/news/uygur-occupy-wall-street-355/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the program, The Young Turks' Cenk Uygur supports Occupy Wall Street protest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If mainstream TV doesn't want to show us what we need to see, it's a no brainer. Watch the TV channels that do, like RT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-507211679845454539?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/507211679845454539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=507211679845454539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/507211679845454539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/507211679845454539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/10/rt-is-great-channel.html' title='RT is a Great Channel'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-1174964406871930238</id><published>2011-10-09T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:52:46.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail exchange with my bro</title><content type='html'>HI ALL. Hope you had a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an interesting exchange with my brother who lives in Berkeley. It started when I sent him a link to a video on the Occupation of Wall Street, where Roseanne Barr's opinion was asked by a videographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my brother said, what's 9/11 got to do with the financial crisis, and Roseanne Barr is just a rich hippie in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    From: "Isabel de Ilocos" &lt;br /&gt;    To: enricomedina&lt;br /&gt;    Sent: Sunday, October 9, 2011 7:06:11 PM&lt;br /&gt;    Subject: this one's great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Roseanne Barr and Occupy Wall Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&amp;v=X5Zyz8njQb8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011/10/9 &lt;enricomedina....&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    OK, but what really does 9/11 have to do with occupy wall street and economic strife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If I have a criticism for this, it is that they are muddling the issues by trying to pile on top conspiracy theories without really saying much of anything.  I admire that Roseanne Barr is an activist but in reality, she is just a has been latent hippie.  She has moved to Hawaii and has a reality show where she is supposedly living on a farm and raising or has a business with Macadamia nuts.  She's  defintely nuts!  When she says, "We know!"  There really is no substance to what she said because she didn't really say "anything?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Take --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't know anything about Roseanne Barr's personal life, you just connect with what she does in front of the camera, which is to just show a face with eyes looking steadily and knowingly into the camera, which means:  I see you.  I see you, System, you aren't pulling the wool over my eyes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.  That's what I liked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 9/11 and the people against the war in Afghanistan, and the people against the banks destroying the financial system...it's even more interesting than just one issue. Because the system has always succeeded in getting people to just see one issue. But now, the people are seeing that it is an entire construct, don't you see? That the crisis is touching on all aspects of existence, and this is because the system is destructive on multiple levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the people get together like this, it spells danger for the system because the people are starting to fuse together. The issues are no longer dividing them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause normally, if there's only one issue at stake, then the people get polarized: there are those for, and others against. But this way, there is no more for / against, there is only the people realizing that none of this is right, none of this is working, and IN FACT, IT NEVER DID, BUT WE COULD NEVER SEE THE BIG PICTURE BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, you don't need the rational take that explains what 9/11 has to do with Wall Street. It isn't about an issue anymore, it's about a SYSTEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people are coming together. THIS IS WHY the media has been trying to keep it invisible, and then trying to say: it's muddled.  To get people against it, criticize it, pooh-pooh it, and get people to say, oh Roseanne Barr is just a rich hippie who lives in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very cunning in setting people against each other, getting them to nitpick.  But right now, it's not working anymore because people are too smart...and because they just can't function anymore, the system is ripping apart their lives at every level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1:35am. I spent the entire day with Alberto and his family celebrating his mom's 80th birthday. It was quite a celebration, about 80 people spent 6 hours together, young, old, there was quite a program put together. Her grandchildren even put together a book about her and her husband's greatest adventure--going to Israel in 1950 to start a kibbutz with a big group of other Jews from all over Europe and South America. Her husband used to talk about it to everybody, he wrote down the story. It's actually history. And Raquel's granddaughter and grandson -- the most academically oriented -- put together the manuscript and photographs (Raquel's husband died 3 years ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how comforting it is for me to be part of this cultural milieu, the Jewish immigrants to Latin America. At one point a very charismatic young woman came by and played guitar and sang Yiddish and Spanish songs, traditional Jewish songs, and a very funny Mexican bolero and a very emotionally touching Argentine tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Hava Nagila!!!  I could sing along with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight my dear, until tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-1174964406871930238?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/1174964406871930238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=1174964406871930238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1174964406871930238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1174964406871930238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-mail-exchange-with-my-bro.html' title='E-mail exchange with my bro'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-7797611423409839122</id><published>2011-10-07T14:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T14:54:36.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WE'RE WAKING UP!!!!</title><content type='html'>EVERYBODY LISTEN UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a World Peoples Rebellion underway. In Chile the youth are occupying the streets and demanding: no more profit from education. There are marches practically everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In New York the OCCUPY WALL STREET Movement is in full swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a communication I got and I'm passing it along. Listen to the webcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wonderful.  I am 57 years old.  This is the generation of my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1960s didn't die, it just went underground. You cannot kill Life. Life needs to grow and expand.  This civilization is dying because it has been against Life, it worships violence because violence gives the elite MORE MONEY. But they sow death in all the areas of human life -- agriculture, energy, economics, medicine, religion, science -- it is all ROTTEN, OLD, DYING, and why? Because it's going in the wrong direction: it's going toward death, money, and contempt for humanity, for nature, for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are separating from the old, the dead, and we are being reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the World, OUR WORLD.  Civil Disobedience.  Stop engaging in the System, stop supporting the System.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do it WITHOUT HATRED.  DO IT WITH BONDING AND ORGANIZING AND HELPING however you can, at every simple level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll shut up, the youth are moving everywhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH PRIORITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TZM GLOBAL RADIO | OCT 5TH 2011, 4PM EDT&lt;br /&gt;Host: Peter Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guests:&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Trainor, Jr&lt;br /&gt;COALITION TO OCCUPY FREEDOM PLAZA&lt;br /&gt;http://october2011.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Phillips&lt;br /&gt;OCCUPY WALL STREET&lt;br /&gt;https://occupywallst.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogtalkradio.com/zmglobal/2011/10/05/oct-5th-11-host-peter-joseph-tzm-global-radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussing the growing "Financial Occupation; its importance and how&lt;br /&gt;TZM can strategically get involved. The Zeitgeist Movement stands in&lt;br /&gt;solidarity with these grassroots, non-violence awareness actions for&lt;br /&gt;they may represent the beginning of a global move away from the&lt;br /&gt;Monetary Paradigm. The Revolution is Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER2011 COALITION TO OCCUPY FREEDOM PLAZA PRESS RELEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: &lt;br /&gt;September 26, 2011&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FOR FURTHER INFORMATION: &lt;br /&gt;Kevin Zeese, 301-996-6582&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Flowers, 443-759-4635&lt;br /&gt;Maria Allwine, 443-762-0892&lt;br /&gt;press@october2011.org&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER2011 COALITION TO OCCUPY FREEDOM PLAZA IN WASHINGTON, DC&lt;br /&gt;BEGINNING OCT 6th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DC Occupation Marks the 11th Year of Afghan War, Austerity Budgets&lt;br /&gt;and Builds on Arab Spring, European Summer, Madison and Occupation&lt;br /&gt;of Wall Street&lt;br /&gt;The People’s Uprisings seen around the world and in the United&lt;br /&gt;States come to Washington, DC’s Freedom Plaza beginning on Thursday,&lt;br /&gt;October 6 when thousands will converge to begin a prolonged people's&lt;br /&gt;occupation of Freedom Plaza.  The October2011 Movement involves&lt;br /&gt;thousands of people and 150 organizations who have already signed. The&lt;br /&gt;DC occupation comes at a pivotal time: the beginning of the 11th year&lt;br /&gt;of war in Afghanistan and a new federal fiscal year that promises&lt;br /&gt;austerity of everything except weapons and war.&lt;br /&gt;The Freedom Plaza occupation occurs as activists in New York are&lt;br /&gt;occupying Wall Street and follows major protests across the Midwest&lt;br /&gt;against austerity budgets, the environmental protest of the Tar Sands&lt;br /&gt;Pipeline where more than 1,200 were arrested and protests throughout&lt;br /&gt;the United States on a wide range of issues.&lt;br /&gt;The October2011 Movement demands that the government represent the&lt;br /&gt;people, not just the top 1%. The pledge signed on by thousands calls&lt;br /&gt;for using our resources on human needs and environmental protection,&lt;br /&gt;not for war and exploitation. October2011.org stands with super&lt;br /&gt;majorities of Americans on seven key issues:&lt;br /&gt;       •       Tax the rich and corporations&lt;br /&gt;       •       End the wars, bring the troops home, cut military spending&lt;br /&gt;       •       Protect the social safety net, strengthen Social Security and&lt;br /&gt;improved Medicare for all&lt;br /&gt;       •       End corporate welfare for oil companies and other big business&lt;br /&gt;interests&lt;br /&gt;       •       Transition to a clean energy economy, reverse environmental&lt;br /&gt;degradation&lt;br /&gt;       •       Protect worker rights including collective bargaining, create&lt;br /&gt;jobs and raise wages&lt;br /&gt;       •       Get money out of politics&lt;br /&gt;Among those signing the pledge and participating in the action are&lt;br /&gt;Ann Wright, Baldemar Velasquez, Chris Hedges, Coleen Rowley, Cornel&lt;br /&gt;West, Cynthia McKinney, Ray McGovern, Sibel Edmonds and Ted Rall.&lt;br /&gt;The Freedom Plaza occupation builds on the experiences of Egypt,&lt;br /&gt;Tunisia, Greece and Spain.  October2011 has joined with the Egyptian&lt;br /&gt;revolutionary movement in a solidarity statement based on four common&lt;br /&gt;principles:  seeking real democracy, an end to U.S. interventionist&lt;br /&gt;military policy, protection of human rights through the rule of law&lt;br /&gt;and developing a sustainable economy that meets human needs.  The&lt;br /&gt;Indignados of Spain have described our common Road to Dignity that&lt;br /&gt;includes the occupation of Wall Street and Freedom Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;More information visit FAQ  on http://october2011.org.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occupation of Freedom Plaza is almost here! Momentum is really&lt;br /&gt;building and we can’t wait to be with you in Washington, DC. The&lt;br /&gt;time is now to create an independent movement built on participatory&lt;br /&gt;democracy and to demand an end to war and that our resources are used&lt;br /&gt;to meet human and environmental needs.&lt;br /&gt;Occupy Wall Street continues and has sparked occupations all around&lt;br /&gt;the country. Some have already started and many others will begin this&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. The people of OccupyDC will join us on Thursday. Please&lt;br /&gt;support these local occupations. The time is now to unite as the 99%&lt;br /&gt;and work in solidarity. You can find out more at OccupyTogether.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that many of you are on your way to DC. Some are coming on&lt;br /&gt;foot, some on bicycle and others by plane, train and caravan. Please&lt;br /&gt;document your trip to DC and share your stories, photos and videos&lt;br /&gt;with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you arrive in Freedom Plaza, there will be many ways for you to&lt;br /&gt;be engaged. You can join a committee and work on one of the 15 core&lt;br /&gt;crises. Committees start meeting on Friday afternoon and will present&lt;br /&gt;their work in the nightly assemblies. You can share your artistic&lt;br /&gt;talents in the Arts area of the Plaza. You can also sign up to teach a&lt;br /&gt;class or workshop – share your knowledge and skills so that others&lt;br /&gt;understand more about the crises we face, solutions to them and skills&lt;br /&gt;needed to create a new world that is peaceful, just and sustainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the action next week there will be training sessions in&lt;br /&gt;Washington, DC for skills in nonviolent action, peacekeeping and legal&lt;br /&gt;observation. Check the Calendar for more information (click on the&lt;br /&gt;topic for details) or check the Daily Schedule. We hope that you will&lt;br /&gt;volunteer in some way while in Freedom Plaza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us have spent time in Liberty Square with the people of&lt;br /&gt;Occupy Wall Street. We are impressed by the great sense of community&lt;br /&gt;and possibility. We look forward to building a similar participatory,&lt;br /&gt;educational, creative and respectful community in Freedom Plaza. One&lt;br /&gt;person summed it up by saying the atmosphere is one of less social&lt;br /&gt;networking and more socializing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, for those of you who can’t make it to Freedom Plaza in&lt;br /&gt;Washington, DC, please follow along virtually. We will livestream the&lt;br /&gt;nightly assemblies and other events. We will also post articles,&lt;br /&gt;photos and videos at October2011.org regularly. And we encourage you&lt;br /&gt;to be the media also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In peace and solidarity!&lt;br /&gt;The October2011 Team&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-7797611423409839122?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/7797611423409839122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=7797611423409839122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/7797611423409839122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/7797611423409839122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/10/were-waking-up.html' title='WE&apos;RE WAKING UP!!!!'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-3486612671373156001</id><published>2011-09-21T12:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T00:35:06.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing a real find:  INELIA BENZ</title><content type='html'>Inelia Benz was born in Chile. But according to this interview (See link to interview in Project Avalon: http://projectavalon.net/) this is the first-ever time she has been on Earth.  Her mission is to raise the frequency of the planet and of the human collectivity. Watch the interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inelia has a website. Visit it. Recommend it to everyone.  I put my hands in the fire for this gal, she is genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here you will find a couple of tools that are very good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ascension101.com/es/ascension-tools.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her site has a lot of Spanish material, interspersed rather chaotically with English ones. ;-)  There are banners for different languages but the Spanish flag didn't work.  Hahaha, doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The articles on the left hand margin are excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, snoop around and inform yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Very Important Message from her&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REJECT THE FEAR MONGERING &lt;/span&gt;that has got our entire planet sick to death.  There is something going on that is Big.  Our planet is raising its frequency, and the heretofore Lords of the Earth are trying to prevent this from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is a violation of Laws.  No. 1 - Free Will.  No. 2 - The Law of Concomitance with other worlds.  If our Earth doesn't carry out the evolutionary process that all beings on Earth and beyond agreed to, then other worlds will be affected by this, not today, but perhaps a million years into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An urgent call was sent by many of us Light Workers as well as our Cosmic kindred to the Source that Help was needed.  This is within the rules. If the Laws are being broken, then a referee should be asked for, and given.  Inelia incarnated because one can only act here as a human being; otherwise it would be interference with humanity's free will. She is thus an arbiter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are being kept asleep and are being bombarded with fear.  But the Dark energies are out of time, they are out of process.  They must GO,  they must STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pay attention to anymore Elenin B.S.  According to Thyalwaysseeks in this excellent message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 Incoming Objects (21st Sep 2011)&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE: http://www.news.com.au/technology/sci-tech/plummeting-satellite-to-collide-with-earth-in-t-minus-three-days-nasa-says/story-fn5fsgyc-1226141759025&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Elenin was a coverup to distract us. Now NASA has announced that 26 "pieces" of a satellite are about to rain down on Earth, that they are nothing but space junk, but Thyalwaysseeks is having none of it: she believes they really don't know what-all will be arriving. Whatever -- DO NOT BE AFRAID.  And don't take anything they tell us at face value.  Figure out what they WANT us to think, and WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Great Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-3486612671373156001?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://projectavalon.net/' title='Introducing a real find:  INELIA BENZ'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/3486612671373156001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=3486612671373156001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/3486612671373156001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/3486612671373156001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/09/introducing-real-find-inelia-benz.html' title='Introducing a real find:  INELIA BENZ'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-7276079555342801280</id><published>2011-09-19T11:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T11:49:45.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for Elenin</title><content type='html'>Check out this thread in Sott.net &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       http://www.sott.net/articles/show/223438-Pole-Shift-in-March-Not-Likely-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on YouTube  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Comet Elenin: Going, Going...GONE!&lt;/span&gt; (18th Sept 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/44555050/ns/technology_and_science-space/#.TnVnINSocbY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we aren't going to die just yet on September 25th.  Yesterday there was a 6.9 earthquake on the border of India and Nepal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very dear friend who is a Jehovah's Witnesses told me on Friday that one prophecy has to be fulfilled before the SHTF level event will take place:  An announcement from the World Government that PEACE has been established worldwide and the world is secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a national holiday in Chile and we are having lovely spring weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-7276079555342801280?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sott.net/articles/show/223438-Pole-Shift-in-March-Not-Likely-' title='So much for Elenin'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/7276079555342801280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=7276079555342801280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/7276079555342801280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/7276079555342801280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-much-for-elenin.html' title='So much for Elenin'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-3347860946465056699</id><published>2011-09-17T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T21:55:15.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret History of the World  by Laura Knight Jadczyk</title><content type='html'>This book is a must-read, but it isn't an easy read. It is (among many many things) about looking at the world we live in with X-Ray vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt that impressed me (C's = Cassiopeians):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 1: The Nature of the Quest&lt;/span&gt;. Page 77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This brings us back to the issue of what we are supposed to DO in this day and&lt;br /&gt;age that is getting scarier by the minute? When I was at that stage myself, asking&lt;br /&gt;what should I do, where, when, how and why, I was quite surprised when the C’s&lt;br /&gt;responded that all of the running around to look for “safe places” was just “3D&lt;br /&gt;thinking” and that the only thing that counted was:&lt;br /&gt;“Who you are and what you see.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SEEing = perspicacity. And what you see, combined with who you are,&lt;br /&gt;determines what you DO. This leads to another important point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’s: Beware of disinformation. It diverts your attention away from reality thus&lt;br /&gt;leaving you open to capture and conquest and even possible destruction.&lt;br /&gt;Disinformation comes from seemingly reliable sources. It is extremely important&lt;br /&gt;for you to not gather false knowledge as it is more damaging than no knowledge at&lt;br /&gt;all. Remember knowledge protects, ignorance endangers. [...] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Remember, disinformation is very effective when delivered by highly trained sources because hypnotic and transdimensional techniques are used thereby causing electronic&lt;br /&gt;anomalies to follow suggestion causing perceived confirmation to occur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can download the book here (if you are meant to):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.4shared.com/document/Bovo7VB9/Laura_Knight-Jadczyk_-_The_Sec.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-3347860946465056699?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/3347860946465056699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=3347860946465056699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/3347860946465056699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/3347860946465056699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/09/secret-history-of-world-by-laura-knight.html' title='The Secret History of the World  by Laura Knight Jadczyk'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-622286503115828692</id><published>2011-09-15T23:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:49:25.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Good, But Not For the Faint Hearted</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gathering materials for my upcoming seminar of Psychobioenergy, on October 12-13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the topics I'll touch on is the importance of knowing how to and recycling one's energy everyday, because Earth is being bombarded with high-speed cosmic waves and particles, and in the ordinary condition of 97% energy blockage of the cerebro-spinal system, the bombardment exponentially augments the from-birth condition of blockage. This means that our biomagnetic field resists the high-potential, high-frequency Cosmic energy surges, and our bodies will ultimately be unable to withstand the bombardment and our weak points begin to go into self-destruct mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to explain the nature of the bombardment, I will be talking about the information on changes that the solar system is undergoing, the energy irradiating toward Earth from the center of the Milky Way, the warming of the planets' atmospheres, the hole in the Earth's magnetosphere, the effects on Earth of intensifying solar storms, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I came across this really excellent movie.  Now, it is in a Christian website but it doesn't overdo the Christian sinfulness angle, which is good.  It _does_ have a very awful musical score.  If you watch the movie, tone down the music whenever there is no dialogue, because it'll give more sensitive viewers an anxiety attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that these things can be bad for some people who might get dangerously spooked. So be careful about blanket distribution.  If you're reading my blog then you are probably psychologically and psychically firm.  I hope so.  These times are not for wimps, wusses and/or shrinking violets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I will issue this CAVEAT:   God willing, this is all exaggeration and nonsense, and I am a naive, credulous nitwit, born yesterday.  Let it be.  Otherwise, we'd better grow huge spiritual &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cojones&lt;/span&gt; like right now -- we need them, and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending you all a Big Hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tía Isabel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-622286503115828692?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.doomsdaytube.com/#2012-Extinction-Doomsday-Prophecies-Proved-By-Scientists' title='Very Good, But Not For the Faint Hearted'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/622286503115828692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=622286503115828692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/622286503115828692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/622286503115828692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/09/very-good-but-not-for-faint-hearted.html' title='Very Good, But Not For the Faint Hearted'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-1514417162382648390</id><published>2011-09-15T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:41:09.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elenin comet breaking up -  Solar Flares and Power Outages</title><content type='html'>Thyalwaysseek - this is a new channel I've discovered on YouTube, by an in-yo-face Aussie gal.  Check out this video about the recent massive blackout in the U.S. and Mexico that was blamed on a repair technician error. She thinks this is plain silly, that the blackout probably had to do with the recent X magnitude solar storm in early September.  Five million homes without power because of one guy pressing the wrong button.  ;-D  And if it was a burnout of transformers, it's gonna take longer to restore power cause they'll have to replace them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does research on past blackouts and the record of solar flares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She points out that Hurricane Katrina happened on 23 August 2005, and there was a double solar flare on 22 August as well as power outages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her beef is that no correlation is established in the media between mega solar flares and the risk of loss of power, and so people who should be taking precautions are having to connect the dots on their own and a lot of them simply aren't going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her video "Comet Elenin, The Final Prospect" -- she reports on the apparent breaking up of Comet Elenin reported by the astronomer who discovered it, photos included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has another video that's pretty good, on the hypothetical binary nature of our solar system:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVNIkuvmtTg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the SUN AND SOLAR EVENTS ARE GOING TO KEEP RAMPING UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you have water and food and if you can afford it, get a generator and solar battery, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-1514417162382648390?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/1514417162382648390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=1514417162382648390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1514417162382648390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1514417162382648390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/09/elenin-comet-breaking-up-solar-flares.html' title='Elenin comet breaking up -  Solar Flares and Power Outages'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-3102278436317007037</id><published>2011-09-05T22:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T23:10:43.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, about that night in Orte Station...and other miracles</title><content type='html'>Yes, that night I spent trying to get some sleep on a bench in a cold, garishly-lit waiting room in the train station of Orte, you have to remember I had just flown into Europe from Chile. It's 12 hours to Amsterdam.  Then I don't remember how long a flight to Rome, then it was like 1 a.m. when I got stranded in Orte Station. I was zonked, jet lagged, stressed, and at 4am my guardian angel and I jumped on the first train back to Rome, and I did get some sleep on the train from Rome to Reggio Calabria. We did change trains somewhere and I remember being in a daze, my friend getting a man to carry my heavy piece of luggage. I don't remember much...I mean, talk about taking care of me. What a good guy. He could've robbed me, or whatever. Instead he took care of me. He was sent by Heaven, I have no doubt. It was too ridiculous.  An Italian who had just arrived from NYC and was fluent in English _and_ Spanish too. Who also lost his train, got stranded in the same station as I. I remember I was crying and screaming on the platform when the last train back to Rome left me behind because no one told me which platform to run to and my bags were too heavy....  He calmed me down and then took charge of me.  Practically became my babysitter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other amazing things have happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2000 I was renting an apartment in a small two-storey building right on a main artery in Santiago. It was very noisy, I was right on top of Avenida Las Condes. All day and all night I could hear the rubber of the tires rolling down the macadam, the buses barreling down the avenue.  There were six apartments in that two-storey building and only one water bill came each month. So we took turns collecting the money from our co-renters. One day it came my turn and I went downstairs to collect from my neighbor who owned a business selling anti-theft alarms.  I walked downstairs, went out the gate right on the avenue, and went into his yard which was a small parking lot. The door to his office was there and I knocked. Some seconds later the door opened and I stepped in. No sooner had I entered than I heard noises and tinkling sounds against the glass of the doors. I didn't know what it was. I talked to my neighbor and he gave me his part of the water bill, then I stepped out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Littering the ground, the sidewalk, were metal and glass fragments...I don't remember now how I knew that a bus had barrelled down the street and its sideview mirror had hit against the lampost made of cement, because the bus got too close to the sidewalk. The long metal sideview mirror exploded in a spray of metal shards and splintered glass, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seconds&lt;/span&gt; after I stepped inside my neighbor's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I been delayed by just a few seconds I would have gotten hit in the head by the exploding fragments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me feel like an invisible force had timed things just so I was saved from being blinded or taking pieces of shrapnel in my head, or neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really and truly got the feeling I'd been delivered by invisible hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has happened to me enough times to be convinced that I am being watched over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for our planet. We have been saved from nuclear armageddon more times than we know.  Just watch the videos of Dr. Helen Caldicott where she talks about the many times that the automatic detection system has been set off by flights of birds or the moon rising, or a weather satellite launched by a missile, but somehow Russia and the U.S. did not end up shooting their thousands of primed nuclear warheads at all their world targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are being protected. There can be no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-3102278436317007037?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/3102278436317007037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=3102278436317007037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/3102278436317007037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/3102278436317007037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/09/finally-about-that-night-in-orte.html' title='Finally, about that night in Orte Station...and other miracles'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-842125671354120861</id><published>2011-08-23T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T19:43:41.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More musings</title><content type='html'>Re that trip to Rome in 1998, I also saw Robert Duvall, he was in front of the line I was standing in, I don't remember why, and talking to an airport service person of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful place in Italy for me is the Field of Miracles, which is where the Tower of Pisa, the Baptistery, and the Basilica stand. The Baptistery is particularly beautiful. I thought it looked like a cream puff, levitating over the green field. Piazza dei Miracoli is the most peaceful place. So much beauty in Italy, almost all created by workers whose names we don't know. We only know the architects' and their patrons' names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonimity is good for the world. All the famous people who wind up as dust beneath the equally dusty mausoleums.... Fame is the common coin of Maya, the kingdom of illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the third dimension is ruled by duality, it follows that fame is just the other polarity of insignificance. And I'll wager you there isn't a single famous person who isn't aware of their very real insignificance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for us non-famous, truly insignificant nobodies...don't you just love disappearing? Being invisible? Only being bothered occasionally if you're late paying a bill by accident?  Anonimity is the ticket. Have no one poking their nose into your business, chasing you with cameras, picking through your trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, anonymous people keep the world going. I particularly love women: mothers, aunts, child minders, kindergarten teachers, supermarket workers, people who clean our streets, mind public parks and squares. Millions of human beings swarming all over the world, like worker ants, asking for nothing but to be able to earn enough to put food on the table, make a decent living, live in a decent and clean dwelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of how the entire planet keeps going, everybody shows up when they have to, day after day, year after year. It's amazing. Planes fly and land, passengers disembark, new ones board, it never ends. And despite the media, despite the war mongers, the rapists, the swindlers, the haters of anything you can think of or anyone...our planet works like an amazing Swiss watch. Yes, this fact in itself is worth thinking about, and appreciating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. Just think of how much better it will be when ... we are all left alone, simply to do our perfectly synchronized and choreographed unfolding of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, no one will be bothered with a single thought about money, or companies, or buying and having bigger and better or being famous or famouser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, very soon.  We will all simply be madly in love with everything on this planet, including ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Italy and seeing all of that beauty crafted by unknown hands, is already part of our centuries-old "things humanity got right and still does".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it would be lovely if every human on earth could go and see Piazza dei Miracoli. But I believe it will be possible, very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I am a dreamer.  And if you know how, you can make dreams real. It happens all the time. Each one, in his or her own fashion, does it.  We're getting more ambitious by the day, those of us who have caught on.  No, it doesn't have anything to do with making a killing, or getting famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooo.........it's about being anonymous, and treading lightly on this gorgeous Earth, and ... you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.  Sleep well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-842125671354120861?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/842125671354120861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=842125671354120861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/842125671354120861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/842125671354120861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-musings.html' title='More musings'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-1439929647217493418</id><published>2011-08-15T22:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:22:49.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Things</title><content type='html'>Sometimes incredible things have happened to me. I had just remembered one such, but I've forgotten the memory. It came back to me because I've been re-reading my diaries from 1995-1998. I have over 40 volumes. Each volume is a notebook. I decided to re-read them because I am looking for references to Adriana Bessi, who taught me to do energy work from end-1994 on, and she was my teacher until her physical death in Feb. 2008. I say 'physical' because I am convinced that she is still near me, and I talk to her from time to time. But I know she is near. I haven't seen or felt anything out of the ordinary, no. But then Adriana was not the type to do anything flashy. She was very simple, down to earth, low key, common sensical. Though everytime I was in trouble she often arrived, or called me on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So looking for references to her, and teachings that she would give me when things happened to me and I asked her for help, I started reading my diaries again. And as I found interesting entries, funny anecdotes about my kids, anything that was important for me, I made up an index. I numbered all the pages and wrote up index entries like "Dreams", "Phrases", "Realizations", "Phrases" (hey you already wrote this!), "Adriana" etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of a Phrase:   Feb. 18, 1998   "I am ignored. Well, that's alright. The sun, the air, the water are ignored. I am in honored company."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another.  Jan. 24, 1998.  "The world has no use for our feeling. Passion is only okay for selling perfume."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was writing about Emma Bovary, because I'd just re-read Madame Bovary.  A bit later I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The critics -- Emile Zola -- wrote that Flaubert ended romanticism with Mme. Bovary. He didn't! He showed exactly what romanticism was up against. He ended the fashion of bad literature. But romanticism lives. Because when it finally dies, the war will be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't live to see that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I get to live thru the boring part."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a reference to Eddie. One of the incredible things that have happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I published my first book, Rizal Acc. to Retana, when I attended a history conference in Valladolid, I met an Italian man who had founded a cultural organization on Philippine Studies where he lived in Reggio Calabria (southern Italy, before you cross the sea to get to Sicily). He invited me to the First Conference on International Philippine Studies in October 1998. So I traveled to Rome from Santiago. I was supposed to stay that night in Trastevere, in the apartment of a girlfriend I'd known for years when I lived in the States, who'd married an Italian. I never made it because I was on the train and thought I'd see the station. When I talked to the conductor, he said, "Oh no, we passed it long ago, we're already outside Rome and headed for the final stop." It was close to midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up in Orte Station. And who did I meet there?  Eddie, an Italian who lived in New York and spoke English _and_ Spanish. He was on his way to -- naturally! -- Sicily.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to be my guardian angel and guide me to Reggio Calabria on the train. He had lost his train to Rome.  We were both stuck in Orte that early morning. He figured out everything, that we had to take the 4am train back to Rome, buy tickets there to go on south. If if wasn't for him, I don't think I could've done it, because I didn't speak Italian and Italians didn't speak English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had packed _three_ bottles of Chilean wine as presents. I bitterly regretted it because the trains in Rome did not wait for you. I met Eddie because I was yelling and screaming on the platform, having just missed the last train to Rome. He calmed me down. Then proceeded to protect me. I had to lie down on a bench and try to sleep. The waiting room was lit and somewhat warm (it was winter), and full of homeless men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Eddie one of the bottles. He deserved it! So did I! (Lighten my luggage.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to Rome from Reggio, I did finally meet up with my girlfriend and stayed in her lovely apartment in Trastevere. I also got lost that evening. I was rescued by two Filipina women on their day off, an aunt and her niece. I'd already been cheated by a cab driver. They were armed with cell phones and they located my girlfriend's apartment and talked to her teenaged daughter, figured out where the apt. was.  (I had tried to call myself, but either the payphones didn't work or when they did, I got a recording:  El numero non esiste.) They found a _Spanish_ cabdriver, gave him detailed instructions. He was totally honest and got me there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing energy work had something to do with it. It protects because it polarizes you positively, and so you attract positive outcomes, positive situations and people. Before I started, before I met Adriana, I was spiralling down deeper and deeper into chaos, negativity. DESPITE having done tons of work on self-knowledge, conversion of negative images, etc. etc.  But I was doing it all with my left brain, with my reason. And it was all valuable, I have no doubt. It just wasn't changing the causal field, i.e., how my cerebro-spinal system was working = only at 7% of its potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people need to learn to do energy work. What Adriana discovered is the real deal. I've worked for many years and now I am ready to have my coming out ball. I'll do my first Seminar in October, then another in November. Both exactly the same. After each seminar, the participants will have the necessary dynamic to start working on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the plan. To continue Adriana's mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week I should have scratched my car and my neighbor's car, backing out of my alley. I don't know how I didn't. I think just as I was passing the neighbor's parked car, I switched dimensions and my car got ever so slightly thinner. I didn't even realize what was going on.  I kid you not.  And lots of other things have "not happened", saving me a lot of grief, or worse.  More on this in my next chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-1439929647217493418?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/1439929647217493418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=1439929647217493418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1439929647217493418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1439929647217493418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/08/amazing-things.html' title='Amazing Things'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-4378893878708747216</id><published>2011-08-07T23:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:10:55.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I recommend Lynne McTaggart's Speakers Summit on The Bond</title><content type='html'>The link above is for the dialog between Lynne McTaggart and Katherine Woodward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each talk is only posted for 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them are interesting though and I highly recommend them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bond is about how important it is to bring Fairness back into all our relationships. That existence and the Universe have to do with trades of energy, and not with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;. Relationship is therefore the primordial experience of humanness, and not the pursuit of objects, or defining life in terms of the objects we have or don't have, or want to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are notes I took of Lynne's first talk, hope you like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BOND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new narrative from science that demonstrates that we are not separate. There is a bond, a connection between all of us, between subatomic particles, between our bodies and the environment, and it’s impossible to say where one thing ends and another begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old narrative of separation, fear, competition was strengthened by the Darwinian model of natural selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we share and care, we succeed and thrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we live as we do now, we are weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assumptions of Separation (Living against nature, the attitude of: “That’s life!”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Universe is made of Things&lt;br /&gt;2. I’m an individual&lt;br /&gt;3. My thoughts are my own&lt;br /&gt;4. I am the master of my fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. The Universe is made of Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science has been looking for the smallest piece of everything, breaking things up. The atom was broken down into a nucleus and electrons spinning around it. Atoms were broken down into subatomic particles. Smaller than subatomic particles were quarks, and today scientists have discovered neutrinos, Higgs Bosuns, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more they look, the more they find nothing – just vibratory nothingnesses.  Matter is a trade of energy. Particles pass energy back and forth. They interact energies with a background quantum field called “zero point energy”. We are all trades of energy, so that the basic thing of the Universe isn’t a thing at all – it’s a relationship between trades of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea of the Bond is mimicked throughout nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. I’m an individual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This belief comes from our biology – DNA is in our cells and is the architect that predetermines us and everything we do, the architect of our cells, tissue, organs.&lt;br /&gt;Randy Jirtle, an expert in oncology and genetics, has found something that upsets this idea. He studied mice and whether outside influences affect DNA. Agouti mice have a genetic defect that makes them obese and peach or yellow colored. They’re also short lived. Jirtle wanted to know if the genetic defect was permanent, hereditary. He fed pregnant Agouti mice B vitamins. They can’t process B vitamins very well – this is why they’re obese and have a short life span. What happened was the Agouti mice mothers gave birth to normal, brown, slender offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This study showed that DNA is not the master of our fate, but outside influences affect the expression of DNA. Research followed and discoveries that our food, water, relationships, how we live our lives, affect a quartet of atoms that sit above our DNA and they determine whether this DNA is expressed or not. DNA is like piano keys and outside influences determine if they will be played or not. &lt;br /&gt;We get constructed because of our bond with the environment, not just from the inside going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvard geneticist John Kearns did a study on bacteria. He put bacteria that couldn’t process lactose in a lactose-rich medium. The bacteria went through a mutation. Instead of dying or starving to death, the bacteria gene responsible for being unable to process lactose began hypermutating. It created copies of copies of copies of itself like a crazy photocopier and ended up producing a mutation that could process lactose. Then the bacteria snipped out the old gene and replaced it with the new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This study showed that our environment not only determines what genes will be expressed – it can also change our genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. My thoughts are my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University of Minnesota and other studies discovered that the sun is our metronome.  The sun is a giant ball of hydrogen crossed with unstable magnetic fields. This causes periodic explosions and the sun hurls stuff toward Earth through solar flares. Gases explode toward Earth at millions of miles per hour. These gases hit our geomagnetic field which surrounds Earth like a doughnut. This profoundly affects electrical systems on Earth: satellites are blown off course, airplanes as well, power systems crash.  It also affects the biggest electrical systems in the body: the heart and the brain. When there’s a lot of solar activity, heart attacks increase, psychiatric admissions rise, epileptic fits. Destabilization occurs in the heart and the brain. Physically, it affects us. But what about our motivation, our behavior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun operates according to a predictable cycle. Solar flares start increasing in frequency over a time period, then start decreasing, in 11-year cycles. Scientist have done interesting studies on the stock market. The stock market is governed by human behavior: we buy when we’re confident and sell when we’re nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Scientists made studies of 11-year periods of stock market cycles and overlaid, compared them to, solar activity and they tracked perfectly.  The same was found for terrorist activity. Even Jehovah’s Witness activity. They have to look for new members, make solicitation efforts. The level of intensity  of their solicitations of new members matched the waxing and waning of solar activity perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This suggests that our master metronome is a star 18 million miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re part of an intergalactic super organism. We cannot say that our behavior is exclusively ours, but that we are being influenced, not only by the sun, but by geomagnetic activity coming from the moon and all of the planets. They affect each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giacomo Rizzolatti  studied monkeys and which of their neurons fired when they reached out and grasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had them reach out and grasp while connected to gadgets that lit up when their neurons fired. He found that when the monkey grasped, its neurons fired, but that they also did when it was observing a researcher move in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was witnessing how we understand things. He found human beings acted in the same way. When we see someone act, we respond as if we are the ones doing what they are doing. The same goes for the emotions. The same neurons fire in us when we witness someone experiencing an emotion – joy, sorrow – as if we’re feeling that emotion ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We merge with others temporarily, connecting with others in thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-4378893878708747216?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.masterful.net/thebond/webcasts/katherine-woodward-thomas/' title='I recommend Lynne McTaggart&apos;s Speakers Summit on The Bond'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/4378893878708747216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=4378893878708747216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/4378893878708747216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/4378893878708747216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-recommend-lynne-mctaggarts-speakers.html' title='I recommend Lynne McTaggart&apos;s Speakers Summit on The Bond'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-7561978802377985215</id><published>2011-07-31T16:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:10:14.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are not alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_VxuSIfUlI/TjXuzZX-yzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RRFdkjETR9A/s1600/Exotic%2Bflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_VxuSIfUlI/TjXuzZX-yzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RRFdkjETR9A/s400/Exotic%2Bflower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635673075476253490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child, I was left alone a lot. This is not appropriate, to be left alone as a child. And so I learned the habit of melancholy. I did not know that I was suffering from loneliness. But I felt bereft. This accompanied me as a background emotional mood for many years, way into adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that the Philippines was a melancholy place. That the countryside especially, was a place of sad memories, of unrequitted yearnings, of absences, of something wished for that could not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have figured out that I was picking up the vibrations of a lot of lives, whether past or present, that were sending messages in the quantum soup. Yes, there were beings that had felt those emotions, and had left their traces there, and I was sensitive so I picked them up. I thought they were my own feelings, and I did have similar feelings (this was why I had a vibration that matched and why I was receptive). But when I learned to recognize what had happened in my land, and I realized that yes, there had in fact been many lives, generations, of souls that wept, that suffered wrenching loss, who dreamed and lived the bitterness of seeing the destruction of their dreams...and all those sentiments had been left behind in the earth, the land absorbed them and continued to irradiate them -- then I understood:  ah, it isn't just my own, but I am sensing the past, I am sensing other lives, and so ... I was no longer alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I was a sensitive, it meant that I could do something with what I was sensing. I could, in fact, contribute to the resolution of so much disembodied sorrow, or left-behind heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this is all it was, really. The souls who had left were no longer in that state.  They had transcended and were at peace. They were attending soul university in the other dimensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there probably are a lot of souls too who couldn't let go of their loss, of their pain, and they are in a limbo and still attached to the scene of their misfortunes and tragedies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one of those people who have the gift of telling souls who are trapped in this dimension:  go now, you are dead, you are suffering here for nothing, you must continue your evolution. Go to Christ and put your trust in His love, he will free you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...at least, not the last time I checked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing about age, is that you become wise to the fact that the outer guises of life are but one small part of existence. You can get into the dimension of the unseen, but strongly felt. You can start to navigate in subtler spaces of existence, in what I call "the invisible"; the "other side of the Veil".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are creatures of many dimensions, and we can travel through many more dimensions than we suspect. Our dumbed-down, materialistic, left-brain-obsessed world is very poor in this sense, and also very tyrannical and abusive. It doesn't let us see past the bars of our dog kennel conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we aren't dogs.  We even mistreat dogs, and dogs have incredible sensitivities that we ought to have more respect for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that my life has been a long, slow liberation from sorrow.  That sorrow was energy, polarized negatively (meaning: stuck, vibrating slowly, low-frequency) as a result of generational traumas and stunting of the collective spirit that I was heir to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key to my liberation was changing my physical context and moving toward freedom and happiness, even if I did it subconsciously and therefore, going around in circles and making mistakes.  But there was nothing else to do, and the most important thing I did do right:  I acted with purity of intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have to leave the Philippines, I did have to pursue my "American Dream" in the U.S. And I did have to leap into the void, leaving the U.S. and coming to Chile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very young (age 19) I knew that my north was not to become a professional and build a life of stability and conventional comfort. I was too profoundly disturbed by the incoherence and enslavement to appearances and the hewing to a tightly controlled script that was rife in my social milieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right. My instincts were right: there was something going on that was very strange, that was the product of a great distortion and a collective self-betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could I do about discovering the roots of something I could not even understand, by becoming a businesswoman, or a doctor, or an engineer or a happy housewife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, none of these things was an option. I was drowning in my spirit. I had to figure out something that no one could guide me even toward formulating. I was deeply disturbed. So I broke free.  I said: I want to live a genuine existence. I want to be with others who like myself want to be authentic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meant turning my back on my origins and starting a new life from zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years and many life changes later, I see that I had to do what I did, and I am glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did discover the roots of my malaise. I did face very difficult realities and discoveries. But all I did was look Truth in the face.  Truth to me is very comforting because She is coherent, consistent, and, like a real diamond, beautiful in her clarity and symmetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychotic behavior is the opposite: always shifting, never transparent, concealing layer upon layer of prevarication and deceit. Seductive, chameleon-like, chimerical. And finally destructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth often demands destruction of what is non-organic, what is diseased, deformed. But once you have obeyed, peace comes, and you can build with solid materials that will withstand all tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer a life that may be unstable and changing on the outside, but that is absolutely grounded on the inside.  A life not defined by limitations and constraints imposed by fear of change or loss, but by the possibilities of transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today I walk a tightrope; but I have realized that what holds us up -- even those of us who worship at the altar of outward certainty, of social recognition and professional fulfillment, believing that we are in full control of our destiny and that our safety is unassailable – is something whose grandeur, complexity and utter indifference to our small ambitions and triumphs, escape our ken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I trust in it and love it.  I now am certain that I am beloved by it, and recognized.  I have in fact found the way to sustain a running dialog with it.  It has been the only thing in my world that can contain everything and comfort me with the vastness of its containment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my experience of God, of the Divinity. And because it is not in any thing, not in any manifestation of external human life, but it spoke and speaks to me in my inner world, in dreams, in intuitions, in a space I can only call soul space, soul world – it is within. The key to feeling and beginning to communicate with it, is inside, in the true Self, in the Witness. And so the Divine is within.  A within that is not personal, and that is of us all, that belongs and pertains to and contains us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the Unity Grid.  Cosmic Intelligence.  Adam Kadmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this have to do with the sorrow, with the reverberations of failed and destroyed dreams and lives that I had internalized while very young, that I sensed in the landscape of childhood and early youth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the medicine, it is the key to realization, insight and integration of all human pain and loss. Of -- in a word -- Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find peace when you realize where you come from, and that you never left, that wherever you are is where you need to be, and that you walked the long path back to yourself, and to your Spirit Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit is not in any one land, any one story or nation. The Spirit is the All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you enter in the Spirit, then you know that you simply have to Be.  It takes away the burden of being human, and you can simply &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; human and live whatever your life asks you to live next, but in fusion with Spirit and, therefore, at rest.  A dynamic rest, to be sure, and the changes if anything only accelerate. But it’s being lifted up by a huge jet, by a power that lifts you up. It is exhilarating, it is a moving so fast that you seem stationary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be being in the 5th Dimension, in 5th Density. It is being ruled, and nourished, and transported by Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, this is what I longed to find. This was the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lakaran&lt;/span&gt; I was asking my self to undertake, even before I knew how to speak in words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-7561978802377985215?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/7561978802377985215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=7561978802377985215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/7561978802377985215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/7561978802377985215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-are-not-alone.html' title='We are not alone'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_VxuSIfUlI/TjXuzZX-yzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RRFdkjETR9A/s72-c/Exotic%2Bflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-8510322394540122959</id><published>2011-07-05T14:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:41:32.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Planet's Rising Levels of Ambient Radiation (Thanks to Fukushima)</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's July 4, 2011. Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was shell shocked over Fukushima, fearful, panicky. Then I began to see that the system did not care very much about keeping us informed as to what had really happened. Just the same, the truth filtered out -- on YouTube. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have these thoughts during the first rainfall in Santiago: don't let the rain fall on you, there are probably hot particles in it! And before the rain -- don't go out bike riding (which I love and is a necessity for me in fact, for getting things done in my neighborhood, where there's lots of traffic and using a car is dumb). You'll breathe in hot particles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arne Gunderson had said in one of his updates, that in the first weeks after Fukushima the people of Seattle had breathed in _10 hot particles per day_.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact of the matter is, there is no way to escape. The Earth is a closed system. The hot particles will be in the atmosphere, or they'll be in the soil and we'll eat the wheat, the rice, everything. They'll be in the seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the thought came to me: hot particles, radioactivity, is a super high frequency and vibration that disintegrates our bodies, which vibrate at a slower rate, at lower frequencies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cancer rate will surely spike. But some of us will not get cancer -- we'll mutate, our frequency, our vibration will rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This accident could conceivably be part of The Plan for our race, for our planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, without any doubt, it is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is there to fear?  Death?  But death is merely a change. Our physical vehicles are not immortal. Our spirit, our soul, is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are already so many nuclear plants on Earth that I don't know where they will be able to safely store or dump all their spent fuel rods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solar system, the universe, is going through changes and we cannot escape those macro changes. The Earth is in for a wild ride. Things will clearly not be standing still.  Hermes Trismegistus said thousands of years ago:  Everything vibrates, everything moves.  The vibration is moving into overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are exciting times indeed.  Those of us who have only been living in three-dimensional, consumerist, materialist life are already trying to see where they can build an underground condo complex.  I doubt that even the underground cities that are rumored to already exist to house the "elite" of humanity will be able to withstand the shaking and baking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. There truly is nothing to fear. Man is being called to stand before God and give an accounting of his actions. This is the Day of Judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also the beginning of a new age.  I have no doubt that Life will continue, on Earth or in other dimensions, for us. And that we will leave the old condition of ignorance and darkened consciousness that has held us back for thousands of years. We will leave it, and transmute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's enjoy each day and be thankful for all the gifts that Life has always showered and continues to shower down on us. Let's share our blessings with everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-8510322394540122959?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/8510322394540122959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=8510322394540122959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/8510322394540122959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/8510322394540122959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/07/planets-rising-levels-of-ambient.html' title='The Planet&apos;s Rising Levels of Ambient Radiation (Thanks to Fukushima)'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-7933224081905533572</id><published>2011-06-23T09:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T09:21:48.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Money</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone / Hola todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came to me this morning, 23 June 2011. / Esto me llegó hoy, el 23 de junio de 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primero en español seguido por inglés / First in Spanish, followed by English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      # # #&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL DINERO ES CREADA POR LA ABUNDANCIA Y NO AL REVÉS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos creadores, transformadores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformar/crear es traer a la realidad material algo que “no existe” en forma visible salvo en tu cabeza, en tus pensamientos.  Los pensamientos, fusionados con la intención, crean realidades nuevas, transforman realidades actuales, presentes, en la realidad futura que el pensador/creador quiere. Hay que querer, y hay que mentalizar de manera que no bloquea sino que permite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestra mente está funcionando en negativo, después de miles de años de condicionamiento erróneo o mal intencionado. Se nos ha condicionado (enseñado) a pensar, sentir y hacer de cierta manera:  con bloqueo, y sin usar nuestra intención creadora.  Abdicar nuestro poder y servir los designios e intenciones ajenos.&lt;br /&gt;Cuál es el valor central de nuestro tiempo: el dinero, que es energía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay que poner esa energía a trabajar para nosotros, en vez de al revés: trabajar nosotros por él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El dinero se multiplica, pero va a las manos de quienes lo multiplican intencionadamente, porque permiten que el dinero vuelva y se multiplique. Tienen sus procedimientos, pero principalmente, dependen de la pasividad y el miedo de los demás, las expectativas bajas que los demás han sido condicionados a querer y a fomentar en la gente que los rodea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto ha creado un gran desproporción, desequilibrio. Y como todas las fuerzas del Universo tienen sus leyes, después de mucho tiempo de gran desequilibrio, tiene volver el latigazo. Esto explica el escándalo de Polar, y otros como el de Bernie Madoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso sí, hay otros teje manejes que logran mantenerse mucho más tiempo, porque los que están por detrás son más inteligentes o tienen asesoría que es más inteligente todavía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero en definitiva, están fomentando el desequilibrio, y tarde o temprano, el latigazo vendrá para volver a equilibrar el todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a qué costo? Pero las leyes del universo no se reparan en quiénes quedan lastimados. Solo son, y se hacen valer. Ningún ser humano puede controlar las leyes del universo, solo los puede utilizar para el equilibrio o para el desequilibrio, y por un tiempo limitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando gastes dinero, no pienses en que te estás empobreciendo.  Primero, gasta el dinero con propósitos claros, de que estás gastando en tus verdaderas necesidades. Segundo, sepa que el dinero volverá porque tus necesidades _están cubiertas siempre_ por el Cosmos. Tercero, no sueltes el dinero con temor sino con alegría:  adiós hasta la vista, y trae a más amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé activo en tu relación con el mundo porque el dinero, como toda la energía, funciona bien cuando hay movimiento, hay vibración, hay contacto, hay energía fluyendo por la red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si haces algo que amas, y permitas que el dinero llegue, llegará.  Si haces algo que amas con temor, será menos el fluir de tu abundancia. Pero _tú lo controlas_. Nadie más. Tu abundancia es tuya.  No tiene nada que ver con la abundancia de otros.  La abundancia de otros no significa que tu abundancia es menos. Solo que estás demasiado fijado en tu no-abundancia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si yo hago algo valioso para los demás, pero no pido dinero correspondiente con su valor, los demás no reciben el beneficio porque no se lo creen. Se mantienen con las manos amarradas. No dejan fluir. Y esto es mentalizado como el instinto de supervivencia disfrazado como el ahorro o no gastar dinero en cosas que lo valen, sino en cosas de la vanidad, en joyas, en cosas que se esconden, en energías que al final llevan al desequilibrio porque no se devuelven a la red de la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piensenlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Vida es la fuente inagotable de nuestra felicidad y bienestar. No el dinero. Si yo promuevo este pensamiento: que el dinero es la fuente del bienestar vital y por tanto debo mantener cantidades inagotables de él para realmente vivir, entonces estoy ayudando la eternización de la escasez, si no para mí, entonces para los demás, lo que significa que finalmente volverá el equilibrio hacia mí – si no en la forma de menos dinero (ya que estaré con plata saliendo de los mismos poros), entonces en otra forma de desequilibrio:  enfermedad física, aislamiento, vicios, enajenación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfermedad mental, emocional, sicológica, física. Uno se desvincula del alma, se torna una máquina. La máquina empieza a auto-destruirse, ya que no está más en equilibrio con el espíritu, con las fuerzas invisibles de la Vida y del Cosmos.  Empieza a atentar contra la Vida, y eso no es posible hacerlo impunemente, por siempre.  Es solo cuestión de tiempo hasta que la Vida le enseñe la lección.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy en estos tiempos ya no podemos funcionar como máquinas y mantener que todo sea perfecto, ya que todo el equilibrio de la economía planetaria se ha gastado .  El desequilibrio, el des-balance están desatando las fuerzas para restablecer el equilibrio, pero a una vibración y frecuencia más altas.  El nivel de consciencia del planeta, que es un Ser viviente, se ha elevado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si no nos alineamos con las nuevas condiciones energéticas, somos pan tostado. Sea que estamos en la facción de los condicionados a no permitir su abundancia y que han llegado a los límites de su propia capacidad de reprimir sus necesidades, o entre quienes han estado envenenándose con una sobrecarga de energía que intentan mantener estática y estancada, y ya no logran contener su poder porque el sistema ha entrado ya en la etapa de fundición – meltdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY IS CREATED BY ABUNDANCE; NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are creators, transformers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transform/Create is to bring to material reality something that “does not exist” in visible form, except en your head, in your thoughts. Thoughts fused with intention create new realities, they transform present, “actual” reality, into the future that the thinker/creator wants. You have to want, and you have to mentalize it in a way that does not block, but gives permission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts have been functioning in the negative after thousands of years of erroneous or ill-intentioned conditioning. We have been conditioned (taught) to think, feel and do in a certain way:  with blockage, and without using our creative intention. We have been taught to abdicate our power and serve the aims of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY: THE CENTRAL VALUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the central value of our times:  money, which is energy.&lt;br /&gt;We are energy. We are exactly the same as everything we see around us, and the realities we cannot see. From a chair to a universe, all is energy, vibration, frequency. And our consciousness has the potential to resonate and to command _if_ we acquire the potential of positive, creative vibration and frequency. &lt;br /&gt;We must put energy to work for us (positive, active) instead of the reverse (negative, passive): us working for it.&lt;br /&gt;This is a monstrous distortion of our God-given abundance and power to create and transform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money multiplies, but it goes to the hands of those who multiply it intentionally, because they give permission to the money to return and to multiply. They have their procedures and operations, but the great money powers today depend on the passivity and fear of the rest, the low expectations they have been conditioned to want and to inculcate in those around them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has created a tremendous disproportion, an imbalance. And because the forces of the Universe have their laws, after a long time of disequilibrium the payback, the backlash must come. This explains the financial scandals rocking our times, for ex. Bernie Madoff’s Ponzi scheme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are other manipulations that succeed in continuing for much longer because those behind them are more intelligent or have the consulting services of others who are even more intelligent than they (superhuman intelligences).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in the end, they are fomenting imbalance of natural forces, and sooner or later the backlash will come to bring back the balance to the All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what cost?  We have to realize that the Universal Laws don’t care about who gets hurt. They simply are and they are enforced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No human being(s) can control the laws of the Universe. They can only make use of them for balance or for imbalance, and for a limited time only. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW YOU THINK  YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH MONEY IS KEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you spend money, don’t think that you are impoverishing yourself, because you will make it so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, spend money with a clear purpose, think that you are spending it on your real needs.  Second, know that the money _will come back_, because your needs are _covered_ by the Cosmos.  Third, do not let go of that money with fear but with good feelings:  “Goodbye, see ya later, and bring your friends with you!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be active in your relationships with the world because, like all energy, money works when there is movement, vibration, contact, when energy is flowing through the grid.&lt;br /&gt;If you do something you enjoy or love and you give permission to the money to come, it will.  If you do something you love with a background of fear or ambivalence, the flowback of your abundance will be throttled.  But know that _you control it_.  No one else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your abundance is yours. It has nothing to do with the others’ abundance. The abundance of others does not mean that your abundance is a whit less. What it means is that you are focusing powerfully on your non-abundance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do something valuable for others but I don’t ask for money in exchange that corresponds to that value, the others do not receive the benefit because they don’t believe it is there. So they keep their own hands tied. They don’t allow the flow. And this is mentalized as the instinct of survival disguised as thrift or spending their money instead on other things that they believe are more valuable, that feed their vanity or gullibility, on trinkets, things that they squirrel away, energies that in the end lead to imbalance because they are not returned to the grid of life. &lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE END OF THE ERA OF METAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is the inexhaustible fountain of our happiness and well-being.  Not money.  If I promote this thought, that  money is the fountain of life’s well-being and so I must have inexhaustible amounts of it to really live, then I am helping the eternalization of scarcity, if not for me, then for others, and this means it will finally return to me – if not in the form of less money (since I’ll be stuffed to bursting with money), in some other form of imbalance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical disease, isolation, vices, alienation.  Mental, emotional, psychological, physical sickness. One is lost to the spirit, is de-souled. One becomes a machine.  The machine begins to self-destruct, because it is no longer in balance with the spirit, the invisible forces of Life and the Cosmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in our time of the end of old being, we can’t function like machines and have everything hunky dory like before, because all the balance has been used up in the economy of the planetary energies. Disequilibrium, imbalance are now unleashing their force to restore balance, but at a higher vibration and frequency.  The planet’s level of consciousness – because our Planet is a Living Being – has ascended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do not align with the new energetic conditions, we are toast. Whether we are among those who have been conditioned to refuse our abundance and reaching the limits of our own ability to repress our needs, or among those who have been poisoning themselves with an overload of energy that they are trying to keep stagnant and unmoving, when they no longer are able to contain it because the system is moving into meltdown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-7933224081905533572?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/7933224081905533572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=7933224081905533572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/7933224081905533572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/7933224081905533572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-and-money.html' title='Life and Money'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-1632656230924790846</id><published>2011-06-16T13:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T13:42:36.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is September 27, 2011 shtf day?</title><content type='html'>YOU MUST DECIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is "what a true scientist from NASA has to say":&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;http://astrobiology.nasa.gov/ask-an-astrobiologist/question/?id=14416&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is what "a spiritual person" has to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.edp-spiritualart.com/conspiracy.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NASA page is great, no such thing as ETs, no Nibiru, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spiritual guy is equally comforting. It's true that what you focus your attention on, is what is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I just focus on my bellybutton, and I like it, I'll be fine. The world will only be my bellybutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except my curiosity goes way beyond my bellybutton, since I turned 12.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's behind all the conspiracy stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...but what is in front of it?  That's a bit easier to describe, because it's what's happening to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are disoriented. They need to believe in something.&lt;br /&gt;People are bombarded by stimuli but there is a great emptiness behind the brilliant show. They are wishing for an end to the emptiness. They populate it with whatever grabs their attention...on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they come across something that shocks them, it releases adrenalin. They come alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are is reality addicts. Submerged in our fears, in things we can barely confess to others because...there's no one...or the someone who is there is a stranger...or we used to know them, but they've turned strange on us...and things have gotten very, very unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of unreality produces boredom, tedium, then angst. then despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To break that unreality, there is the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of us don't relate to humans to any degree of depth, and this is numbing. The numbness is only broken by pleasure or humor or hearing of others' misfortunes/fortunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go out and use your body. But you can't use it all day. You can't work out all day long. You can't fuck all day long (though some try). You can't do drugs all day long (not the exhausting kind anyhow, or the expensive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voilà:  the net.   All you need is hours to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are really stepping into, is your own mind. And if you look, you find.  If you ask, you are given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all existing in "real" (boring) life, which has gotten more and more alien, and we are also now existing in virtual space, which we find so much more stimulating, alluring, mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is all that content coming from?  Well, if there are say two billion people able to input material in the net (I've done my bit), then imagine the possibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's definitely more than _a bit_ mysterious and enigmatic where all the content is coming from. It's mind boggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is nice, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity is killing us all.  We want to KNOW.  SOMETHING, ANYTHING.  So something and anything come.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasé as we have all become, the net still has the power to shock.  And I never even look for porn.  But the net has become all of us, and lots of us are pretty weird. Scary weird.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots are unintelligible, metallic, cold, bombarding just like the things that put us off in "real" life. Lots are so-so. And some are earthshaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We _want_ earthshaking.  So we get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are producing the conspiracies. We're attracting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should we shut them out?  It would be like people addicted to chocolate and ice cream (yours truly).  You can't stop being addicted until lots of time passes and lots of water flows under your bridge, and you basically dismantle and rebuild the bridge a few thousand times in different locations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is:  this is a hell of a scene, this Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is just the ultimate mind entertainment...consciousness shock and awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most interesting bit of info we can get out of all this is:  how we all yearn for a more powerful reality. How we all feel imprisoned in some way, and yearn for release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So something is going on in this sense. How to define it: can't. How to resolve it: can't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something BIG is going on. Maybe it isn't Nibiru, maybe it won't explode in our faces on September 27, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something is happening, we're in the middle of it, we could be triggering it, and it could be triggering us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-1632656230924790846?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/1632656230924790846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=1632656230924790846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1632656230924790846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1632656230924790846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-september-27-2011-shtf-day.html' title='Is September 27, 2011 shtf day?'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-429599970390063060</id><published>2011-06-14T23:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T23:43:08.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up in the skies</title><content type='html'>I don't know how I found this thread of videos, but it's interesting. It's about a dwarf star/comet named Elenin, and how everytime it has been aligned with Earth and the Sun there've been high magnitude earthquakes, and they predict a physical polar shift will take place on Sept. 27 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elenin is a Russian scientist's name who first discovered this "comet" in 2010. However it is most probably not a comet. It could be a red planet that is part of the solar system of a brown dwarf or dwarf star. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the video link below is a guy who is a _little_ incoherent around 1/3rd of the way through, when he talks about what could be causing the earthquakes on our planet, if it's the comet or not, or something behind it, or if it's not a comet but a dark star so we can't see it cause it absorbs light...  There's a cat behind him on his sofa and I wish it could talk, it looks pretty smart and might be more coherent than its owner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But later he says he's not a moron and he doesn't suffer from "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Normalcy Bias&lt;/span&gt;" which is an interesting idea (check it out!).  I don't have NB either. It's like a block that people have where they refuse to hear or see anything that is so big and life changing that it goes way beyond consensual reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YllQmuJyXcE&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZUPGw7p9I0&amp;NR=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the comments people have written are as interesting as the video, if not more. One of them speculates that Oprah Winfrey "retired" to go hide in an underground city, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else said they preferred to stand tall and face whatever is coming and not jump into a hole because for another thing they prefer not to have to deal with is surviving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s another interesting one:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CP6ISHGlFqc&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About  the global economic crisis, I came across RT’s interviews of Gerald Celente, who is apparently very good at anticipating future trends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this one he talks about the worldwide youth and its challenges:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytoXCjBd1AQ&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about him is his interviews feature European images that never make it into the mainstream media, and definitely never in Chile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check out that guy, he’s worth listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I’ve come across is that the moon’s tilt has changed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYglbymnihQ&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moon’s orbit is wrong, according to Cornell University:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4FlElhom7w&amp;NR=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here’s Emotional and Physical Symptoms of 2012&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UY2gf2BvgwA&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I found these accounts on Awakening, on Spiritual Transformation, such as:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfxkFMKVAz8&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a mishmash, but as I said, snaps you out of the daily torpor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-429599970390063060?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/429599970390063060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=429599970390063060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/429599970390063060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/429599970390063060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-up-in-skies.html' title='What&apos;s up in the skies'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-4155434432675919332</id><published>2011-06-14T16:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T16:31:54.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dry Winter or A Cold Summer</title><content type='html'>Santiago, Chile, Tuesday 14 June 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most fantastic things about the Mediterranean zone of Chile (mediterranean means "surrounded by a landmass; inland") is that we always have sunlight. In the winter here, the sun is usually out during the day and the temperature is rarely cold except at night, when it tends to plummet. Still, Canadians and Europeans used to really cold weather don't find the winters cold in Chile, except of course that we don't have central heating in most houses and people stint on heating anyway, to economize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, most houses (and buildings) are made of earthquake-resistant concrete and so they get very cold and often aren't insulated either. There are still adobe constructions and they say adobe is warm in winter and cold in summer, but the old adobe houses from the Victorian era are horrendously cold, with their 15-foot ceilings and dark rooms. Yes, more comfortable in the summer, but in the winter rather gloomy and expensive to heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a dry autumn and the winter starts on the 21st of June but so far it has only really rained _once_.  And for just a day and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rain in the winter means bad air. The government has never done anything really about the smog, except bring in cars with catalytic converters and get the smoke belching buses off the streets. So it relies on rain to clear the air. Now that we haven't had rain, there's been pretty bad air quality. Besides the fact that there are ever more cars on the streets, and santiaguinos don't take kindly to vehicle restriction being applied to catalytic converter cars as well, in addition to leaded gasoline fueled cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope it rains.  The El Niño current was supposed to leave us, and that was allegedly going to allow the rain to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later alligator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-4155434432675919332?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/4155434432675919332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=4155434432675919332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/4155434432675919332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/4155434432675919332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/06/dry-winter-or-cold-summer.html' title='A Dry Winter or A Cold Summer'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-2265627858700641630</id><published>2011-04-30T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:08:27.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 1, 2011  Part II</title><content type='html'>I had written a bunch of text to accompany the photos, but it disappeared into the Fertile Void, I guess, so here goes a new entry, which I hope will be visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santiago Bose is my favorite Filipino visual artist.  His paintings to me are the most faithful depiction of the chaos and magic of the Filipino souls' inner landscape: full of enchantment, fascination, chaos and terror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His work packs a lot of historical consciousness, the clash between the Hispanic Filipino and the North Americanized Filipino.  Symbolism from the 1896 Revolution and from the messianic movements from way before the 19th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath Bose's photo are others taken from "Historia General de Filipinas", Ediciones de Cultural Hispánica, Leoncio Cabrero, Coordinador. Madrid, 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Linotypists in Madrid&lt;br /&gt;2)  Spanish troops at morning Mass in Cavite during the Philippine Revolution&lt;br /&gt;3)  A cockfight&lt;br /&gt;4)  Cuban revolutionaries about to be executed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-2265627858700641630?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/2265627858700641630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=2265627858700641630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/2265627858700641630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/2265627858700641630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/04/may-1-2011-part-ii.html' title='May 1, 2011  Part II'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-3861142921963700279</id><published>2011-04-30T22:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T22:56:32.033-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santiago Bose'/><title type='text'>1 May 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1xZMxfYUIU/TbzWpgo9R3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/i1y18x6dJJ0/s1600/Malinis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1xZMxfYUIU/TbzWpgo9R3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/i1y18x6dJJ0/s400/Malinis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601588045166757746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KTn5B_a898w/TbzWkYayc1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/UlGT6sWmTS0/s1600/BOSE1A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KTn5B_a898w/TbzWkYayc1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/UlGT6sWmTS0/s400/BOSE1A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601587957060498258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5AnReVUu1zY/TbzVxKlr9xI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aN7_n6J5X34/s1600/Filipinas%2By%2BEspa%25C3%25B1a%2Bsiglo%2BXIX%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N5umdMkcmgQ/TbzVkHXV4NI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CSf-QGwk6sw/s320/Filipinas%2By%2BEspa%25C3%25B1a%2Bsiglo%2BXIX%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601586852971012306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CW_QXeuLaFs/TbzVcgVx-WI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xkgtb4XpVt8/s1600/Filipinas%2By%2BEspa%25C3%25B1a%2Bsiglo%2BXIX%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CW_QXeuLaFs/TbzVcgVx-WI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xkgtb4XpVt8/s320/Filipinas%2By%2BEspa%25C3%25B1a%2Bsiglo%2BXIX%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601586722236397922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-3861142921963700279?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/3861142921963700279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=3861142921963700279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/3861142921963700279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/3861142921963700279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/04/1-may-2011.html' title='1 May 2011'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1xZMxfYUIU/TbzWpgo9R3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/i1y18x6dJJ0/s72-c/Malinis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-1692653372863997404</id><published>2011-04-05T17:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T18:38:37.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Contradiction of Capitalism</title><content type='html'>I took this down while watching one of Peter Joseph's videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The system is literally denying peak production. What we see in the world today is the deliberate withholding of social efficiency for the sake of preserving the status quo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand "peak production" to mean the peak productivity of human beings. Productivity is being limited to the few and denied the many, because only the members of the status quo (the privileged) have the resources, i.e., money, know-how, connections, to have access to education, technology, high living standard, a voice in the media, representation in the government, well-remunerated participation in the economy. On the other hand, wasteful productivity is encouraged because of the mentality that it's alright to use resources however you wish to, if you can buy them, and in order to make a profit, produce low-quality products that you know will only last a short time and underperform, so that consumers will be forced to buy the same products again, or products that are a little better and cost more -- but whose obsolescence will be built-in just the same, exactly as their cheaper, lower-performing counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, money is the highest value, and the planet exists to be exploited, poisoned, destroyed, in order to gain profits, and more and more profits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our planet is filling up with garbage -- plastic, pesticides, nuclear waste, carcinogenic chemicals, obsolete gadgets, oil spills, radiation. We're poisoning the air because the petroleum industry has blocked the use of cleaner, cheaper, non-environmentally-destructive power sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be done to improve things because "it costs too much".  But there is never any talk about the cost of poverty, of alcoholism and drug addiction, of violence, of war, of THE DESTRUCTION OF OUR PLANET AND OF OUR HUMAN FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.S. has given BP authorization to drill 10 more wells in the Gulf of Mexico. The pro-nuclear power lobby is shouting its praises of nuclear power, turning Fukushima into the incontrovertible PROOF that nuclear energy is SAFE because THAT PLANT was merely OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, we all know all those people need to be certified. However, no men in white coats will come to take them away, because THEY ARE the men in white coats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see though, if they can discipline Mother Nature.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quem deus vult perdere, dementat prius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Whom the gods would destroy, they first drive mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am betting on Mother Nature.  She will win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-1692653372863997404?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/1692653372863997404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=1692653372863997404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1692653372863997404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1692653372863997404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/04/contradiction-of-capitalism.html' title='The Contradiction of Capitalism'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-238350893301442073</id><published>2011-04-03T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:48:28.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty and Goodness in the World</title><content type='html'>Each day I come to love and appreciate nature around me more and more.&lt;br /&gt;I feel grateful for every new sunny morning I awake to;&lt;br /&gt;The good health and safety of my families all over the world;&lt;br /&gt;The companionship that my two beautiful cats --Nephthys and Oropel-- lavish on me.&lt;br /&gt;The abundance of delicious food and clean drinking water that nourish me at all hours.&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful country I live in, this vibrant city full of simple, friendly people.&lt;br /&gt;The life I've led, which has been nothing but interesting and challenging.&lt;br /&gt;The great genes my parents gave me.&lt;br /&gt;The stories in which all my human relationships are steeped, full of humor, serendipity, color.&lt;br /&gt;My friends, who are intelligent, kind, resourceful, brave, creative, inspiring to me.&lt;br /&gt;My children, nephews and nieces, ditto.&lt;br /&gt;My work, my colleagues, the clients I translate for, my patients and co-practitioners of energy work.&lt;br /&gt;And I am thankful for the holographic perfection and equilibrium of life in me and around me, the vastness of the universe that we are part of, the infinity of the uncountable universes aside from our own, which tells us that we are likewise limitless, of infinite potential for expansion, growth, evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, what a wonderful, incredible thing it is to be alive, right now, right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I concentrate, focus, feel connected, and give back this vibration of thankfulness and keen pleasure, I send it to all sentient beings as a blessing and a gift, in return for the gifts and blessings I am given, in an unending stream, at every second of my life. Why, even the air that surrounds me, nourishes my existence with unstinting abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Doy gracias por haber nacido.  (Adriana Bessi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give thanks for the gift of my life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-238350893301442073?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/238350893301442073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=238350893301442073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/238350893301442073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/238350893301442073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/04/beauty-and-goodness-in-world.html' title='The Beauty and Goodness in the World'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-5651569206630287796</id><published>2011-04-03T18:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T18:43:38.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update April 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bMKfObmHzU/TZkGDEhe_MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0PEKNy6T4WM/s1600/org%25C3%25B3n%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bMKfObmHzU/TZkGDEhe_MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0PEKNy6T4WM/s320/org%25C3%25B3n%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591507062180740290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm preparing a website, www.elizabethmedina.cl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be bilingual (Spanish-English) and consist of three sections:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Translation/Interpreting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will present my CV and profile to prospective clients, especially academics who require translation and/or editing of academic papers, articles, project presentations in English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Writings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My essays, talks and short stories on Hispanic Filipino history, culture and identity. My book "Gringa in Latinoland", available in www.lulu.com. The PDF of "Sampaguitas en la Cordillera" / "Sampaguitas in the Andes". And excerpts from the second edition of "Rizal According to Retana: Portrait of a Hero and a Revolution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This section will hopefully serve to provide information on Filipino history and culture to both English and Spanish readers who are unfamiliar with the Philippines' past which binds my country inescapably and wonderfully to the Hispanic world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Energy therapy practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work as a Biomagnetism and Psychobioenergetics practitioner. I have also studied and practice Radiesthesia and Eric Pearl's Reconnection Healing. In this section I will share what I've learned about taking care of my balance and wellbeing, on the physical, emotional, intellectual, psychological and spiritual levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each section will include a blog that visitors will be able to use to send me messages or exchange views and information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is cordially invited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-5651569206630287796?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/5651569206630287796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=5651569206630287796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/5651569206630287796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/5651569206630287796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/04/update-april-2011.html' title='Update April 2011'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bMKfObmHzU/TZkGDEhe_MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0PEKNy6T4WM/s72-c/org%25C3%25B3n%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-3481093204735371135</id><published>2011-02-06T18:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:48:32.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Market Mythology</title><content type='html'>Everyone _needs_ to inform themselves about The Venus Project of Jacque Fresco and the Zeitgeist Movement and Peter Joseph's exposé of how capitalism and the current mentality of profit justifies and eternalizes inefficiency and scarcity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is brilliant stuff, and nothing is like an idea whose time has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even clarifies that conspiracy theories are blame assigning. There is no one to blame for maliciously conspiring to destroy our world -- WE are the ones who are doing it, and we MUST change the way we see ourselves, each other, the environment and our relationship to it and nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go go go ...  you need to study this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Hug&lt;br /&gt;Isabel de Ilocos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-3481093204735371135?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4O67AZfUMXw&amp;feature=feedf' title='Money Market Mythology'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/3481093204735371135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=3481093204735371135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/3481093204735371135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/3481093204735371135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2011/02/money-market-mythology.html' title='Money Market Mythology'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-7347912751410215310</id><published>2010-09-29T08:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T09:09:12.348-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UFO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steven Greer'/><title type='text'>Major Find</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check these articles/videos out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Steven Greer presents "The Promise of New Energy" at the Exopolitics Summit 2009 &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FEyV_-NGyk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We saw a bright glowing object like an eye': U.S. airman's startling testimony about UFO encounter near UK nuclear base &lt;br /&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1315620/U-S-airmans-startling-testimony-UFO-encounter-near-UK-nuclear-base.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never was interested in UFOs until 2002 when I made friends with someone who was a follower of Marshall Vian Summers and I did not like what I perceived as fear mongering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own teacher of energy work Adriana Bessi (1922-2008)in her books refers to interdimensional beings of light who guided and protected her, and emphasized that we must work on our energy field for our health and evolution in this time of great change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two years ago I learned about the whistleblower website Project Camelot and later Project Avalon, and about Nikola Tesla's discoveries in the 1890s which would have given the world free energy, and how he and his discoveries (many of which have never been applied) were entombed by the interests of fossil fuel power generation personified by J.P. Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity today is destroying itself and our beautiful, wounded Earth because of hubris and venality. The military industrial complex that Eisenhower warned in the 1950s was a danger to democracy because of its increasing concentration in its hands of power, is keeping the human race gridlocked, but powers much greater -- without a doubt, God, Cosmic Intelligence -- and the suffering billions, and Gaia, do not want this to continue any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please check out the links above and come to your own conclusions as to how all the millions of dots of our personal and social crises are interlinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Big. This is the great marvel to surpass all marvels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Big Hug,&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-7347912751410215310?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/7347912751410215310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=7347912751410215310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/7347912751410215310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/7347912751410215310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2010/09/major-find.html' title='Major Find'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-3718801618683138030</id><published>2010-08-16T07:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T07:57:27.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellent quote and poem</title><content type='html'>http://www.monabaker.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The great failure in what the US is doing is that it tries to win a battle through military power and brutality, ... But history has a way of coming back, and it is the role of the intellectual to bring it back."&lt;br /&gt;Edward Said, March 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAK OUT&lt;br /&gt;by Lawrence Ferlinghetti&lt;br /&gt;2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a vast paranoia    sweeps across the land&lt;br /&gt;And America turns the    attack on its Twin Towers&lt;br /&gt;Into the beginning of the    Third World War&lt;br /&gt;The war with the Third    World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the terrorists in    Washington&lt;br /&gt;Are shipping out the young    men&lt;br /&gt;To the killing fields again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one speaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are rousting out&lt;br /&gt;All the ones with turbans&lt;br /&gt;And they are flushing out&lt;br /&gt;All the strange immigrants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are shipping all    the young men&lt;br /&gt;To the killing fields again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one speaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they come to    round up&lt;br /&gt;All the great writers and    poets and painters&lt;br /&gt;The National Endowment of    the Arts of Complacency&lt;br /&gt;Will not speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all the young men&lt;br /&gt;Will be killing all the young    men&lt;br /&gt;In the killing fields again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now is the time for you    to speak&lt;br /&gt;All you lovers of liberty&lt;br /&gt;All you lovers of the pursuit    of happiness&lt;br /&gt;All you lovers and sleepers&lt;br /&gt;Deep in your private dream&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time for you to    speak&lt;br /&gt;O silent majority&lt;br /&gt;Before they come for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-3718801618683138030?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.monabaker.com/' title='Excellent quote and poem'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/3718801618683138030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=3718801618683138030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/3718801618683138030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/3718801618683138030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2010/08/excellent-quote-and-poem.html' title='Excellent quote and poem'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-7179245865404417335</id><published>2010-06-02T08:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:08:13.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaga - What a smart cookie</title><content type='html'>Very interesting this gal, and I really like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like her for a long time, found her too over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But watching Telephone it's a right-on video for our times.  I was watching out for the things she does that catches one's eye, that "clicks".  It's those repetitive motions in fast replay, the outlandish headgear, the sexy body/bodies, the freaks -- the butch or transvestite guards.  She does a pastiche of a million things that have to do with what pushes our buttons. And she has this deadpan face, emotionless, with gestures that say "here's my pent-up, checked rage".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The costumes are very raw, not at all polished and slick.  Like she said to Larry King, she creates costumes that her fans can make themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her voice too.  Her nose job was very well rendered, made her pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she told Larry King:  I'm a feminist.  So many famous women (I am talking esp about Chile) won't say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her art is definitely about gay culture too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bravo you go girl.  She is so NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-7179245865404417335?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/7179245865404417335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=7179245865404417335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/7179245865404417335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/7179245865404417335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2010/06/lady-gaga-what-smart-cookie.html' title='Lady Gaga - What a smart cookie'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-3323747091143536820</id><published>2010-05-21T11:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T11:31:52.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail to Javier Ruescas</title><content type='html'>    &lt;br /&gt;2010/3/1 Javier Ruescas ‪&lt;&lt;a href="http://us.mc504.mail.yahoo.com/mc/compose?to=jcrbaztan@yahoo.com"&gt;jcrbaztan@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Isabel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, the misconception that Filipinos never spoke Spanish is widespread, and this was one of the points I made during the "Seminario de Cultura e Historia Hispanofilipina" that our group (Asociación Cultural Galeón de Manila) organized last week in the Diplomatic School of Madrid. The seminar, which included speakers from the Philippines and Spain, covered a range of subjects including Spanish-Philippine history, bilateral relations, religion,  architecture, and Spanish language in the Philippines, which I presented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the points I made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The 1863 public education decree made possible the spread of Spanish across the Philippines, and ultimately gave rise to a class of Spanish-speaking Filipinos (the Ilustrados).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) By 1890 there were 2,100 schools across the Philippines which taught in Spanish. That is 1 for every 3,300 inhabitants. In 2009 there were 8,400 schools: only 1 for every 9,600 inhabitants. Proportionally, there were more schools in 1890 than in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The Revolution and the First Philippine Republic would not have been possible without a common language or lingua franca, which was Spanish. The Republic (through the Malolos Constitution) chose Spanish as the country's official language in 1899.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Philippine literature and newspapers in Spanish flourished during the first decades of the 20th century. Most English-language papers even had a section in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The Henry Ford Report of 1916 adds to the proof that Spanish was "everywhere the language of business and social intercourse". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind regards,&lt;br /&gt;Javier Ruescas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday, March 1, 2010, 10:58 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estimado Javier,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas gracias por tu correo y su contenido tan lleno de sentido común y lógica meridiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really impressive how easy it is to manipulate information if one controls the institutions and communications media of society.  How easy it is to spread a culture of disinformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the Filipinos' case, because we were a society, a nation suffering post-traumatic stress disorder en masse after the U.S. invasion and the war that lasted a decade (they also lie when they say it only lasted between 1898 and 1901) ... with the loss of the Spanish-speaking generations, whether through war and disease, exile, or the next waves of large-scale violence (World War II, Japanese Occupation), then it is completely understandable how the Filipino people were made to forget who they were, and see a generation of great-grandparents and grandparents who spoke Spanish, and still believe that "Filipinos never spoke Spanish"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is not at all a problem of language, it is much bigger than the mere question of language. But the best way to start revealing the magnitude of the large-scale psychological distortion we were subjected to, is to expose this cover-up.  The fact is ENGLISH was NEVER our language.  This is very, very comical when one meditates on it.  We believe (subconsciously, which is even more incredible) that English is our native language!!!!!   And that Spanish was the "Conqueror's language".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as you say, Spanish was even more widely spoken 100 years ago than English is today. But you have to work with the proper scale.  It became so obvious to me that 377 years cannot be compared to 46 years -- even if you add all the years after 1946 = 100 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think of what happened to the minds and hearts of the Hispanic Filipinos, how they witnessed the agony of their own culture, the disappearance of their language from the psyche of the young generations.  It was an incredible bitterness.  They realized that there was nothing they could do. Think of the youth, the young Hispanic Filipinos, the flower of our Hispanic Filipino culture, true patriots, and the sadness they lived through for the rest of their lives, as they watched the yankees put their own people to sleep with dreams of justice, prosperity, democracy, freedom.  But not of culture.  And just a different variant of racism than that of the Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we can say that "Oh! Those were just the Christianized (Kastilaloy) Filipinos!" And we can start again with the polemics of: "The real Filipinos are the aetas, the Muslims, the Igorots." Even the Chinese Filipinos who want to push the agenda that Chinese Filipinos are the REAL Filipinos, because THEY built our country while the Malay Filipinos were being lazy ne'er do wells (I am not saying all tsinoys have this agenda, but some do, and they are in positions of wealth and influence).  But it is the _Christianized Filipinos_ who often say these things. The North Americanized Filipinos.  I was one of them.  I have no quarrel with anybody.  But through the many years that I lived in Chile, and the study that I undertook of history here, not just of Chile but of the entire Spanish colonization and also the history of Spain's post-colonial and civil war history.....I realized that something had to be done, to disseminate my own process of discovery, and to join in the great awakening. Because this is what we are experiencing: an awakening.  And it is so positive, I cannot emphasize enough how positive it is.  Because when you are alienated, asleep, to your own real story, you are also alienated, asleep to the stories of your brother and sister nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...here I am in Chile with the aftershocks still coming.  So I had better leave it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantísimas Javier, un millón de gracias y realmente me ha reconfortado tu correo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un abrazo fraterno (y a &lt;a href="http://us.mc504.mail.yahoo.com/mc/compose?to=tod@s"&gt;tod@s&lt;/a&gt;),&lt;br /&gt;Isabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-3323747091143536820?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/3323747091143536820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=3323747091143536820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/3323747091143536820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/3323747091143536820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-mail-to-javier-ruescas.html' title='E-mail to Javier Ruescas'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-1769331750649158213</id><published>2010-04-10T08:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T08:36:00.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting new find on the net</title><content type='html'>http://www.care2.com/causes/education/blog/revising-history-part-i-the-meaning-of-denial/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This link will take you to a very interesting article on revising history, denial and the cliché (all too logical) that the winners write history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best quotes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(56, 56, 56); "&gt;We are able to experience our lives, and their contexts, only in retrospect – as each moment passes instantly into memory it's the recollection of things past that forms the basis of whatever understanding we might have of continuity and meaning.&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Like any human endeavor, the process of recording historical occurrences is not flawless – it's fallible, subject to interpretation and misinterpretation.  However, the purpose of creating histories should be to promote the acknowledgment that facts exist outside our own desires.  History, as a discipline, recognizes that past actions not only happened but also have consequences.  History is the record of those reverberations rippling through time.  Whether on a personal or national level, history asserts: I (we) did this…that happened…and something developed from it.  History is the ultimate accountability – the record of human choices. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Written history, since its medium (writing) doesn't create a direct record of events, is more prone to construal.  Nevertheless, history (individual or societal) is the best thing we've got for determining what, in terms of actions, is true.  One can argue that truth is, by its very nature, subjective, but hey: things happen.  The invasion of Iraq was planned well in advance of 9/11.  The Khmer Rouge murdered millions of people.  Bill Clinton did have sex with "that woman."  Wishing won't make it not so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;One motivation for altering history is to deny that something in fact occurred.  ...Who didn't shudder when Iran's Mahmūd Ahmadinezhād (who seriously needs a personal shopper) called the Holocaust a "lie" and a "hoax"?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;In a &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2010/03/29/100329crbo_books_mayer" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(12, 115, 158); text-decoration: none; "&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; just out by Marc A. Thiessen, this former Bush speechwriter makes a number of claims against an overwhelming body of evidence to the contrary.  In his eagerness to portray Obama as weak and naïve, and to serve as apologist for the Bush agenda, he asserts that not only was the Bush Administration uninformed about Al Qaeda prior to 9/11, but that "enhanced interrogation techniques" (which, BTW, are NOT torture) provided information that thwarted a host of post-9/11 attacks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;The consequences of being in denial can range from the personal – &lt;em&gt;that lump is just a cyst&lt;/em&gt; – to who we are as human beings – &lt;em&gt;the Holocaust didn’t really happen&lt;/em&gt;.  To be in denial about something that presents itself as a moral imperative is an act of spiritual cowardice.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Of course some history needs revising.  The Caucasian-male-centric version of our own national trajectory not only neglects many of the contributions of minority groups, including women and African Americans, but, perhaps worse, whitewashes atrocities like slavery, the ethnic/cultural cleansing of native peoples, war crimes, the exploitation of the environment, to name but a few.  Realizing that the winners write history can be the first step toward reinterpreting facts through the lens of wisdom and a more inclusive perspective.  However, such reconsideration of scope or meaning doesn't transpire into permission to twist facts to suit an agenda.  There's a better word for that: it's called lying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;I wouldn't use the word "lying" -- rather I would say that everyone has an agenda and this makes them neither a hero nor a traitor. What complicates things is when the agenda is secret (serving the neocolonizer) and is masked as a different agenda (nationalism).  This is called fooling the people.  In our case, the majority accepted the political showmanship, and those who did not want to stop fighting retreated to strongholds in the mountains or in Mindanao. And this has continued for over a hundred years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;In my essays on the problem of the Lost Centuries of Hispanic Filipino historical memory and identity, I pointed out the added complexity of our history: the forced change of language and transculturation (re-engineering of our identity) that began in 1901, following the genocide of Hispanic Filipinos who resisted the U.S. invasion. This was never explicitly stated in our history books. Nor were the consequences acknowledged and analyzed by our historians, trained during the era of U.S. control over our national life, which continues up until the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;It's true that there was also a "forced" change of language and transculturation in the 16th century, by the Spanish. But it was "forced" because the Visayan settlements were besieged by piracy and agreed to exchange allegiance to the Spanish king for protection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;It shows that perhaps we already, from way back then, had a problematic tendency to exchange one tyrant for another, instead of uniting and forging our own destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;But maybe today we are more prepared to take that challenge.  The Katipunan was inspired by the image of brother and sisterhood, the yearning for freedom for the Inang Bayan, and the recovery of the mythic state of ginhawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt; Good weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;     Isabel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-1769331750649158213?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/1769331750649158213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=1769331750649158213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1769331750649158213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1769331750649158213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2010/04/interesting-new-find-on-net.html' title='Interesting new find on the net'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-795618432533781841</id><published>2010-03-29T08:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:16:51.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rizal According to Retana  Second Edition - The Pan de Sal is in the Oven!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix81ZMhVrZ4/S7C0LHwSmAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bBJxEw24bMs/s1600/RizalBookSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix81ZMhVrZ4/S7C0LHwSmAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bBJxEw24bMs/s320/RizalBookSmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454057251898824706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Family,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now working on the Second Edition of &lt;i&gt;Rizal According to Retana&lt;/i&gt;. It will be around 300 pages, including the photoraphs of the original bio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a long time coming.  I was offered a contract to publish it in 2006 but it came to naught. A 3-year contract was signed but after a little back-and-forth on the first chapter, the communications with the publisher dried up. I realized it would be difficult to materialize anyway, because a Spanish historian was assigned to the project to review my ms. and he was a nitpicker -- totally understandable, that he would want the book to be acceptable according to historians' standards. Totally understandable, that the publisher would want the book to conform with its own agenda.  Their name would be on it, their money behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trouble is, the book is for Filipinos -- ordinary, intelligent Filipinos who want to be able to read and understand the Retana biography, which is _absolutely necessary_ to configure the most historically accurate image of Rizal possible.  Photographs are not enough.  Second-hand accounts are not enough.  Even the loving reminiscences of direct family are not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is just as well that the mainstream path ended in an impasse.  I have to put it out in the world using my own best judgment, i.e., simply to make the biography and its historical context understandable and _alive_ for us today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask my future readers for patience and promise that it will be a GREAT READ.  I have had a wonderful time working on it in the previous stages and I enjoy correcting and checking it now. It is a kind of magical dreamtime, to step into the past, for me. I know it is for all of us.  The manna is there, and it wants us to taste of it again.  Help us regain our promised land, which is inside us above all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The PDF will be posted _free of charge_ in Vasco Caini's website.  Those who want a paper copy will be able to buy it from www.lulu.com.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is important to get the annotated translation out there, as a resource for Rizal students, as a gift for all Filipinos.  Not only for those who "can afford".  Not only for the chosen few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un abrazo muy grande,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabel de Ilocos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-795618432533781841?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/795618432533781841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=795618432533781841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/795618432533781841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/795618432533781841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2010/03/rizal-according-to-retana-second.html' title='Rizal According to Retana  Second Edition - The Pan de Sal is in the Oven!!!'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix81ZMhVrZ4/S7C0LHwSmAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bBJxEw24bMs/s72-c/RizalBookSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-1055802432372524902</id><published>2010-03-27T10:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:34:46.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks like our 3rd dimension is starting to transition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix81ZMhVrZ4/S64qPp36AlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1goUJtxm3mU/s1600/earring.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453342647218995794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix81ZMhVrZ4/S64qPp36AlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1goUJtxm3mU/s320/earring.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if "strange, peculiar" things always happened to me, I just never noticed before. But one thing for sure: ever since my most important life crisis in 1993, when my marriage ended and I lost faith in living, things began to happen that even I had to admit were out of the ordinary. However they had to do with dreams (that I had learned to interpret some years back), premonitions, subtle emotional states. Nothing so material, as these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also became "enamoured" of ghosts around 2004-2005, and wanted to see haunted houses in Valparaiso (a very heavily-haunted port city). Then I stayed in a B&amp;amp;B that cured me of that! Who wants to let in presences that keep you awake all night, terrified? I also realized that one must be careful of such things because entities can get enamoured of YOU and follow you to your own daily abode. And start to pester you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good thing is that -- it would seem -- we are protected, and it is not easy to be possessed, especially if you are essentially a luminous soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am talking about something else here, which is that I have the impression that some kind of invisible veil, that in other eras was like concrete, has now become gossamer-thin, and that physical reality is starting to behave in very odd ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't tell you about anything incredible, Hollywood, no, not at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had realized some years before that your wishes do come true, especially those that you make from the right place. I mean, when you wistfully wish for something that you have no idea how you could access, and then you kind of just let it go. I began to see with surprise how certain books I wanted to read, music I wanted to hear, people I wanted to meet began to come to me, seemingly of their own accord, to my utter happiness. This definitely works, it happens. It may take a long time for the universe to orchestrate all the needed variables. This is why it's good to "let go" and not stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT. Back to the "anomalies". Very simple: things disappearing. That may or may not reappear, but if they do reappear, they reappear in places distant from where they were lost. Now -- I am a neat freak. I am orderly. Lately I have lived in very small places, where it is even more important to be careful and to remember where one leaves things, to always leave them in the same place. Stuff like glasses, earrings, rings, IDs. Mainly they were small things like earrings. You just say: okay, I lost my beloved earrings that I've had since 1992. Chau. I have to start using earrings with those silicone thingies, extra safety that you put on the posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll use my diary entries now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3:02 am Monday August 24, 2009.&lt;/span&gt; I found the needle I list while sewing on Saturday night [in my living room on a small sofa-futon] in my bed Sunday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Another event is censored cause it involves underwear. There's always some idiot who will make fun of such things.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8:49pm Monday Jan 4, 2010.&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday I was walking down Bilbao with [my daughter Tanya and her boyfriend] and I took off my hat [a green canvas hat with a tie to put around your neck, I use it to protect my head from the sun; it was around 3pm and hot]. My cell phone cable got tangled up in the hat's ribbon (for lack of a better word) and I was untangling the things, when one of my earrings fell down on the pavement. The weird part is that it had the safety on! [See photo].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;could it have fallen off my earlobe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2:10am Tuesday Mar 23, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My biking &lt;strong&gt;glove&lt;/strong&gt; which disappeared [and I bought another pair cause I use gloves when I drive my car as well], reappeared. So did the yellow rubber &lt;strong&gt;glove&lt;/strong&gt; for dishwashing. They each suddenly reappeared almost without my realizing it -- they were suddenly _there_. In between things that had nothing to do with them, or with where they went missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ADDITIONAL INFO: I always leave my biking gloves -- the pair -- on top of a lovely red plate, that sits on the surface of a piece of wood furniture that contains my drinking glasses, plates and cutlery and pots and pans, in the kitchen. One day I was going out and reached for them and there was only ONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a day later, one of my yellow rubber gloves went missing. I always leave them on top of the wooden dish rack. I had used them very little, they were new. Suddenly when I wanted to wash dishes, there was only _one_ there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks later, &lt;em&gt;on the same day&lt;/em&gt;, I found &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt; gloves, but I was in my bedroom handling papers and suddenly, first the biking glove, then the rubber glove appeared between books or papers that I had picked up. My mind was somewhere else so I really didn't REGISTER exactly where I was, where I had picked up the things (because these were two separate occasions)...I just realized WHOA!! Here's the biking glove! (And I had already bought another pair -- cheaper). Then: THE MISSING RUBBER GLOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still can't explain it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe even how spaced-out I was when I found each glove.  It was like I was speeding too fast to really realize who it happened. How each object reappeared. It was around 3:00 pm. I wasn't sleepy, I was rushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And before all that, my housekeeper told me that the duster (made of gray ostrich feathers) was gone. I had just bought it the week before. She had used it once. The next week, when she came to my apt. for the day, it was gone. We always hang dusters on a hook beside the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was forced to use the old one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN, the NEXT TUESDAY when she came, she found it hanging on the hook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asked me if I'd found/used it. I was amazed. No, Charo, I said. I have not used it or even looked for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is anything like this happening to you as well, dear visitor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paraluman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-1055802432372524902?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/1055802432372524902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=1055802432372524902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1055802432372524902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1055802432372524902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2010/03/looks-like-our-3rd-dimension-is.html' title='Looks like our 3rd dimension is starting to transition...'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix81ZMhVrZ4/S64qPp36AlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1goUJtxm3mU/s72-c/earring.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-4715020045778342708</id><published>2010-03-26T17:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:16:19.789-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Maldad en el Mundo: Evil in the World'/><title type='text'>Evil vs Good on Our Planet:  Bakbakan na?  ¡Hindi!</title><content type='html'>26 de marzo de 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El tsunami de la maldad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… hay un dicho en español:   No hay mal que por bien no venga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamás en la vida pensé o sospeché el poder que ejerce la maldad sobre nuestras vidas. Sin embargo, la Maldad es solo la polaridad opuesta del Bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay un desequilibrio tremendo en las energías sobre nuestra planeta. Y ¿qué es un hombre malo, sino el trabajo del hombre bueno? –pregunta el I Ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una enorme polarización está ocurriendo en el mundo. La línea divisoria se está trazando con claridad meridiana. Tal como lo dijo Bush: si no está con nosotros, está contra nosotros. Más evidente no puede ser.  Y ESTO ES BUENO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es necesario saber con certeza quién es el “enemigo” porque esto ha sido el problema desde siempre.  No podías saber antes de pasar mucho tiempo, con quiénes encajabas y con quiénes no, no importa cuánto te esforzaras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así es que una vez que quede claro con quiénes queremos estar, con quiénes necesitamos estar, y a quiénes hemos de evitar como la peste, podremos empezar a ahorrar energía. De eso se trata, si queremos llegar hasta el tramo final. Energía para comprender, asumir, descubrir nuevas formas de sobre- y super-vivencia (que existen pero hace falta ENERGÍA --una nueva-- para llegar a ellas), y energía para trabajar con nosotros mismos para cambiarlo todo --nuestra visión de nosotros mismos y de la existencia, cambiar nuestro modo de vivir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprender la compasión, cómo hacerse a un lado de la maldad como lo hace un matador (solo una metáfora porque en realidad la corrida es un ejercicio de crueldad a un animal, pero como metáfora sirve).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sabe quiénes han optado por cuál camino.  Ni siquiera hace falta mencionar nombres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso sí necesitamos encontrar luz.  Ya no hay necesidad de obsesionarse con la oscuridad.  Hemos de liberarnos de nuestro embelesamiento con la oscuridad. Porque la oscuridad es parte de nosotros; es la parte nuestra que está en la oscuridad.  Jajaja  Debemos iluminar con nuestra linterna interior nuestra propia oscuridad, decirle:  ¿hola qué tal? Y seguir adelante. Seguir adelante. Tenemos tanto que hacer para revolucionarlo todo. Hace falta información. Necesitamos imaginación para poner a trabajar esa nueva información en nuestras vidas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenemos que aprender a usar nuestra energía para atraer hacia nosotros todo lo que necesitamos del universo, sin esfuerzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin esfuerzo.  Porque si te polarizas positivamente, atraerás hacia ti lo positivo sin levantar un dedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo debes dejar trabajar a tu Ser, como lo sabe muy bien hacer, sin que le des orientación. Solo tienes que QUITARTE DE SU PASO.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así es que, la tarea:  Aprender a estar muy tranquilo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tratarse con mucha bondad y suavidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en cuanto a lo demás, lo externo, estar muy neutro para que ellos (tus enemigos) ni siquiera se den cuenta de que estás ahí.  Te tornas invisible para ellos, ya que están a la búsqueda de los que sienten atracción hacia ellos, a la oscuridad, a la propia oscuridad.  Si los odias, entonces sientes atracción. No sirve.  Tendrás que trabajar eso, transformarlo en…la comprensión de esas partes de ti mismo a las que odias, y que proyectas hacia ellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceptando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si no logras superar esa “Atracción fatal” te involucrarás con ellos y se pondrán contentísimos: aquí hay alguien a quien  h a c e r    a s t i l l a s.   ¡Que empiece el Show!  Hay momentos, eso sí, cuando no puedes evitar ser visible. Debemos juntar energía para esos momentos también, en preparación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quienes se sienten atraídos por la luz son invisibles para ellos. Su propia luz les es invisible. Son muy hábiles para manipular la oscuridad y así lograr todos sus deseos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es lo que creen.  Porque en realidad, tan bien no están.  No todo va viento en popa en su mundo.  No pues. Están apareciendo grietas por doquier –en ese mundo también. El piso se está moviendo bajo sus pies igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lo dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se están cansando. Son muy tensos aunque no parezca así.  Y se alimentan de la energía de los que les temen, los que sienten atracción por ellos, que los sirven y obedecen. Puede parecer que se trata de grandes masas, que son la mayoría.  Sin embargo, poco a poco, entre esa masa de gente, uno por uno algunos empiezan a caer en la cuenta de que ese no es el camino, que solo lleva hacia la destrucción…y empiezan a alejarse. Empiezan a sentir la atracción magnética de un campo de fuerza distinto.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;En cuanto a los líderes de la manada, tampoco son libres. Hacen lo que hacen porque no pueden hacer de otro modo. Se podría decir que están ahí justamente para ayudarnos a salir de nuestro estado actual de humanidad oscurecida. Gracias a ellos también no podemos seguir sin evolucionar. Nos están desperando, en verdad. Su debilidad fatal: no saber dejar las cosas tranquilas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea como fuere que la situación global se resuelva, no necesitamos obsesionarnos con eso: no tiene importancia. No hemos de obsesionarnos con ese proceso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestro trabajo es la vida diaria, donde ejercemos influencia. Nuestras mentes, emociones, nuestros actos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hemos de meditar cada día y llamar a la realidad, el mundo que queremos; decir NO a la guerra, a la violencia. Y la mejor forma de decir NO es ni siquiera decirlo, sino decir SÍ Al mundo que queremos materializar. Y estar bien, emocionalmente, todos los días.  En todas partes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 March 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK3"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Tsunami of Evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….there’s a Spanish saying: No hay mal que por bien no venga.  Nothing happens but for the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never in my life thought or suspected how powerful a hold evil has on our lives. Evil is just the other polarity of Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a huge imbalance in the energies on our planet. And "what is a bad man, but a good man's job?" asks the I Ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a huge polarization that is happening in the world right now. The dividing line is being clearly drawn. Just like Bush said: if you aren’t with us, you’re against us. Well, we can silently witness who is with the Bushes and who is not with the Bushes. It is becoming clear as day. AND THIS IS GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to know who the "enemy" is.  Because this has been the problem from the beginning. You can't know, until much time has passed, who you belong with, and who you don't belong with, no matter how hard you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once we know who we want to be with, who we need to be with, and who to avoid like the plague, we can start saving energy.  Cause energy is what we need to see this through.  The energy to understand, come to terms with, discover new ways to survive and thrive (because they do exist, but you need ENERGY -- a new kind -- to access them), and energy to work on ourselves to change everything -- the way we see ourselves, our lives, the way we live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn compassion, how to avoid the evil like a matador plays with a raging bull (just a metaphor, because in reality it is animal cruelty, but just as a metaphor, it's good). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know who has chosen which path. We don't even have to say their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what we need to find is light. We do not need to obsess on darkness anymore. We need to free ourselves from our fascination with the darkness.  Because the darkness is the part of us that is in the darkness.  hahaha.  We have to shine our inner flashlight on our own darkness, say hi how'dyou doody and move on.  Move on.  We have so much work to do to revolutionize.  We need information.  We need imagination to put that information to work in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to learn to use our energy to attract everything we need from the universe, without effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without effort.  Cause if you become polarized positively, you will attract the positive without doing a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just let your being work, as it knows how, without any coaching from you.  You have to just GET OUT OF THE WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the homework: to learn to be very quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be very kind to yourself, be very very kind and soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the rest, to the outside, very neutral, so they (your enemies) don't even know you're there. You become invisible to them.  Because they're looking for those who are attracted to them, to the darkness, to their own darkness. If you hate them, you’re attracted. Not useful. You’ll have to work on that, transform it into…understanding the parts of you that you hate, that you project onto them. Accepting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t overcome that “Fatal Attraction” you will engage with them, and they will be overjoyed: here is someone we can  c r u s h.   It’s Showtime, Folks!  There are moments though, I believe, when you can't be invisible. We also much gather energy for those moments, in preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are attracted to the light, are invisible for the darkened ones.  Their own light is invisible to them.  They are successful at manipulating darkness to get everything they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think. Because they are not happy either.  Not all is well in their world.  Nope.   Cracks are appearing all over the place – in their world as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, they are getting tired.  They’re a very tense bunch even if they don’t seem that way. They do feed on the energy they get from those who fear them, who are attracted by them, who serve them, who obey them.  It may seem that these people are legion, that they are the majority. But as little by little, among that mass of people, one by one some of them are realizing that that way is not their way, that it leads only to destruction...they start to move away.  And they start to feel the magnetic attraction of a different force field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the leaders of the pack, they are not free either. They do what they do because they can do nothing else. So you might say that they are there precisely to help us leave our current state of unenlightened humanity. Thanks to them, we cannot stay unevolved, unwitting subjects of their shadowy agenda.  They are waking us up, actually.  Their fatal flaw:  not being able to leave well enough alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the big picture will resolve, it doesn't matter.  We don't need to obsess on that process.  Our work is our everyday lives, where we have influence. Our own minds, our feelings and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to meditate everyday and summon the world we want, and say NO to war, to violence, etc.  But the best way to say NO is not even to say it, but to say YES to the world we want to materialize.  And to be okay emotionally, everyday. Everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-4715020045778342708?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/4715020045778342708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=4715020045778342708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/4715020045778342708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/4715020045778342708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2010/03/evil-vs-good-on-our-planet-bakbakan-na.html' title='Evil vs Good on Our Planet:  Bakbakan na?  ¡Hindi!'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-4337464051916480230</id><published>2009-10-05T13:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:38:49.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God!!!   ¡Tantas lunas!</title><content type='html'>It's October 2009. About time to say SOMETHING, right?&lt;br /&gt;Well well well. I found "salisipan" in the dictionary of Real Academia de la Lengua. We Filipinos can always count on the Spanish dictionaries to preserve the words in our language whose meanings we no longer know. Here is the definition -- I had no idea it was a rather scary word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salisipan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="0_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. m. Embarcación peculiar del sur del archipiélago filipino, que solo se diferencia de la panca en que lleva realzadas con nipa las bordas, a mayor altura, y en este realce unos palos delgados y paralelos donde se fijan las rodelas que sirven de reparo a los bogadores contra las flechas y venablos. Es barco de piratas y navega a fuerza de remo con extraordinaria velocidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Translation: A vessel peculiar to the southern Philippine archipelago which is only different from the banca in that its sides are raised higher and made of nipa, and from these enhancements slender parallel sticks protrude to which discs are inserted that protect the rowers from arrows and javelins. It is a pirate ship powered by rowers that travels at an extraordinary speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MY BLOG IS NAMED AFTER A PIRATE SHIP.   COOL!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS A ROGUE BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueeennooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have happened since 2008.  The stock markets crashed, the banks went into meltdown mode....but for us little people, it's just more of the same....we're poorer, but so what. We are still here, hey, you fat cats can still keep stripping us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Mystery.  Just as mysterious as how, despite the weeping and gnashing of teeth and the bravado of "On the Road to Recovery" on CNN, things are not much different for the Business As Usual World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The natural world, Nature, though, is going into hyperspeed destruction of all in Her path mode. Nature is gathering up her ire and making humans feel it.  Of course, the ones who feel it are mostly the already blighted....although some rich people in southern California, and some middle-class homeowners in middle class countries like Australia have been punished.  And in general, we are all getting kinda upset over what is happening to the animal world, the weather is getting weirder and weirder, and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chile although we have a lot of volcanoes and we are sitting on some major tectonic plates, we have been relatively spared. But of course anything can happen. We have been wondering when the next Big Quake will hit, since the last major one was in 1985.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are high up in the mountains so we are safe from tsunamis, at least so far.  But I have heard on CNN that in the Peruvian highlands winter arrived three months early.  Somewhere there.   Actually Peru is Chile's neighbor and we are just beginning spring and so should Peru be doing. Typical -- I watch TV, hear news and I don't really LISTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really horrendous what has happened in Indonesia, the Philippines, Samoa.  Earthquakes, mega floods, tidal waves.  I gave thanks that Parma did not hit Manila again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a translator (it's how I make my living, though if I didn't have any savings I could not get by on what I earn) and work has shrunk very noticeably this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also a therapist. I practice Biomagnetism and Psychobioenergetics, and recently I took a workshop on Radiesthesia (dowsing), which is also useful for helping people heal themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My activity as a therapist dovetails very well with my translation work. When I have lots of translations, the patients disappear.  And vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part that suffers most is my writing. Apart from my journal, I have precious little time to write fiction, which is what I want to do now.  No more essay writing. Journaling is easy because you just scratch out a few lines before you lose consciousness.  My eyelids literally crash down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't enough time to be caught up on the rigmarole, the insignificant affairs which, if you neglect them, will turn your life into HELL double quick. So the important things are pushed back on the farthest burner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, somehow .... somehow .... I also live in the realm of the magical, of the things I really and truly love.  The people and the beings who matter to me more than anything.  And life and the secret worlds keep sending me gifts and the keys to new discoveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally I can't talk about that stuff here, in a blog!  I don't have the courage.  I don't want to put it out there for strange eyes to peruse and then glaze over as per the usual again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hide the most precious things.  And there are things more precious than expensive jewelry and money.  More precious than title deeds and stock certificates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a writer I have to time my revelations.  I can't reveal my sources ... not naked, no, never.  I have to dress them up and play a little hide-and-seek with my reader.  It's unfair, but that's just the way it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sources speak to you and then you transmit their messages to the ones they are meant for (after you, that is), as you are moved to transmit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about this, sounding like a sphinx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, there are realms of language, of communication, worlds of meanings that are not meant to be put out there like journalistic pieces.  Not like fast food reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny but having said that, I realize that blogging still has to do with my wanting to communicate from time to time, with my needing to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to send a signal:  hey, blip blip blip.  I'm still here.  I'm still "holding the space".  What is that space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory.  The Past.  The Beloved Ones who died before you and I were born.  Whose stories we never were told.  But about whom...bit by bit...little by little...we suddenly hear about, or dream about, or imagine coming back and speaking to us in a gentle whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I just heard that a good friend in the Philippines will send me a copy of a documentary on the Philippine-American War of 1899.  Out of the blue, just as I told him I was ready to send him a copy of Rizal According to Retana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is long enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next blog my dears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Isabel de Ilocos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              with love from Santiago, Chile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-4337464051916480230?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/4337464051916480230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=4337464051916480230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/4337464051916480230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/4337464051916480230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-my-god-tantas-lunas.html' title='Oh My God!!!   ¡Tantas lunas!'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-1249412957324037184</id><published>2007-09-23T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:33:35.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>divertido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix81ZMhVrZ4/Rvc4tssYq9I/AAAAAAAAABY/fLggXSgpBXc/s1600-h/lukas+monster.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113618259645082578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix81ZMhVrZ4/Rvc4tssYq9I/AAAAAAAAABY/fLggXSgpBXc/s320/lukas+monster.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi hijo Lukas hizo este dibujo hoy, 24 Sept 2007. Por supuesto que me pareció bacán.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-1249412957324037184?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/1249412957324037184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=1249412957324037184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1249412957324037184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1249412957324037184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2007/09/divertido.html' title='divertido'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix81ZMhVrZ4/Rvc4tssYq9I/AAAAAAAAABY/fLggXSgpBXc/s72-c/lukas+monster.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-7191910928994065775</id><published>2007-01-01T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:33:36.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Claude Anshin Thomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix81ZMhVrZ4/RZke-OfjUDI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RjuNVrjx6tk/s1600-h/Fotos+Anshin+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix81ZMhVrZ4/RZke-OfjUDI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RjuNVrjx6tk/s320/Fotos+Anshin+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015073714444914738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These beautiful pics were taken just before Kenshin and Anshin left for the airport, back to the States. They are constantly on the move. In Chile they did spend two very restful weeks in a GORGEOUS Buddhist Meditation and Spa Center run by Marta's good friends, Heidi and Hugo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their gorgeous website -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;www.miravalle.cl&lt;/span&gt;  -- the couple in a loving pose is them. They have built everything there with their own hands, starting from when they bought the land some 13 years ago.  It will give you an idea of what a sacred place Chile is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miravalle is just 2 hours out of Santiago. In that place everything is natural.  Heidi is a real mover and has been bringing monks, swamis, spiritual masters mainly of Tibetan Buddhism to Chile for many years already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix81ZMhVrZ4/RZkeQufjUCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EI-UUktH9LU/s1600-h/Fotos+Anshin+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix81ZMhVrZ4/RZkeQufjUCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EI-UUktH9LU/s320/Fotos+Anshin+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015072932760866850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anshin visited Chile for the first time with his assistant, Wiebke Kenshin Andersen. He travels all over the world (assisted by Kenshin, his successor, for the past 5) to share his experience as a soldier in Vietnam, his suffering (he killed many, was unable to integrate back into society, was a drug addict, homeless), until he comprehended and overcame violence in himself and found his path to peace. Key in his transformation was meeting Thich Nhat Hanh and Bernie Glassman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the privilege of treating Anshin and Kenshin with Biomagnetism.  My sister-in-law Marta had invited me to her home to have lunch with them. The day before I had volunteered to be one of the interpreters at a one-day meditation workshop he led. I took the magnets just in case, and it turned out Kenshin was not feeling well, something in her stomach. After the treatment she was fine. Both of them very healthy (they're vegetarians), the magnets balanced their pH and produce a state of deep relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-7191910928994065775?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/7191910928994065775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=7191910928994065775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/7191910928994065775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/7191910928994065775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2007/01/claude-anshin-thomas.html' title='Claude Anshin Thomas'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix81ZMhVrZ4/RZke-OfjUDI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RjuNVrjx6tk/s72-c/Fotos+Anshin+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-2616158329229346092</id><published>2006-11-09T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:45:15.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Poem</title><content type='html'>I was working on a translation on Pablo Neruda's Seashell Collection, and I had to find the English title of his book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confieso que he vivido. Memorias.&lt;/span&gt;  And I found this, a beautiful, beautiful poem by an Iraqi poet named Al-Azzawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I Confess That I Have Lived My Life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I confess that I have lived my life.&lt;br /&gt;I tasted so many things and forgot thousands more.&lt;br /&gt;I loved women. I forgot to count how many cried over me.&lt;br /&gt;I found friends for good times and friends for bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;I lived among forgotten victims&lt;br /&gt;and learned with my skin the whips of executioners in prison cells.&lt;br /&gt;I stood before unjust courts, accused of blind love.&lt;br /&gt;I wandered from desert to desert and set up my tent in fairyland.&lt;br /&gt;I let my horse drink from the waters of Al-Kawthar*&lt;br /&gt;I slept among thieves on the shores of the Tigris&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes lived in the castles of kings.&lt;br /&gt;I traveled to cities swimming in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the sun and walked through snow,&lt;br /&gt;changed one land with another,&lt;br /&gt;one pair of shoes with another.&lt;br /&gt;I burned so many bridges behind me&lt;br /&gt;and sailed on seas that could never be crossed.&lt;br /&gt;In a time of drought, I sowed seeds in the valley of friends.&lt;br /&gt;In darkness, I lit thousands of candles.&lt;br /&gt;Under the waking moon, I sighed like an old man in love&lt;br /&gt;and wandered between continents.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I built paper palaces in my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I swapped reality for illusion?&lt;br /&gt;I have told the truth and I have also lied.&lt;br /&gt;I have doubted a little and I have believed a little.&lt;br /&gt;I have smoked all brands of cigarettes,&lt;br /&gt;drank in bars the best vintage wines&lt;br /&gt;and written the poems of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have laughed so much in this world.&lt;br /&gt;I have cried so much in this world.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed by like a light flashing in the night.&lt;br /&gt;I have been here and I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;I have stayed and I have left.&lt;br /&gt;I confess that I have lived my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;*a river in Paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;by Fadhil Al-Azzawi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-2616158329229346092?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/2616158329229346092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=2616158329229346092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/2616158329229346092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/2616158329229346092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2006/11/beautiful-poem.html' title='Beautiful Poem'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-1218766943523248513</id><published>2006-11-02T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:18:24.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2, 2006   All Souls</title><content type='html'>I was watching a nature show last night about a 2,000-year-old tree in England. They recreated its tree biography. It had survived climate changes, wars, plagues, always calling forth some sort of response that allowed it to continue on. But finally, water began collecting between its branches and its heart started to rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it did something it had never done before: a branch began to grow, not upward, but downward. It penetrated into the ancient, rotten core, and began feeding on it as if it were its fertilizer.  The branch turned into a root!  And a new tree began to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what is happening to the Filipinos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-1218766943523248513?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/1218766943523248513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=1218766943523248513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1218766943523248513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/1218766943523248513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-2-2006-all-souls.html' title='November 2, 2006   All Souls'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-116087824829011121</id><published>2006-10-14T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:22:19.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5056/3876/1600/gorgeous.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5056/3876/320/gorgeous.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5056/3876/1600/dark%20underside.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5056/3876/320/dark%20underside.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is the most beautiful of all trees in Santiago. It's name: Ponciano.  (to see it up closer, click on the pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it looks like a ballet dancer's tutu, seemingly floats in the air.  all frothy like tulle, studded with lovely yellow flowers with dark orange centers, and those ribbon-like fringes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...but underneath the light, feminine elegance there are dark, torturous, intertwined branches...the gorgeous creature rises above an intricate, occult labyrinth.  Her beauty is her suffering transformed, lotus flower rising out of the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Buddhist monk who recently visited Chile, Claude Anshin Thomas, said:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If it's not a paradox, it isn't true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-116087824829011121?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/116087824829011121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=116087824829011121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/116087824829011121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/116087824829011121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2006/10/favorite-tree.html' title='Favorite Tree'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-116077881286776705</id><published>2006-10-13T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:02.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Otro de Yunus - Another Quote from Yunus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;si das oportunidades las personas realmente pueden salir de la miseria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;En el ser humano existe una capacidad sin límites. Podemos controlar la forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; en que hemos organizado nuestras sociedades, nuestras economías. Probablemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; sólo exploramos una pequeña parte de la superficie, y dadas todas las oportunidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; que todavía tenemos, nos queda mucho más por recorrer. Y los pobres son quienes ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; siquiera pueden arañar la superficie, no se les da ni una oportunidad. Les pondré el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; ejemplo de otro modo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;if you give opportunities to people they can really get out of misery. There is unlimited capacity in human beings. We can control how we have organized our societies, our economies. Probably we only explore a small part of the surface, and given all the opptys we still have, we have a lot more ground to cover. And the poor are the ones who can't even scratch the surface, they aren't given even one opportunity. I'll present the example to you in another way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Los pobres son como un bonsái, ese pequeño árbol que pones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;en una maceta, que plantas y crece solamente un palmo. No crece más, pero se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; parece al árbol original que puedes ver en el bosque, ese árbol gigante; pero el bonsái&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; es sólo esto. Yo diría que si coges la mejor semilla &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;del árbol más alto del bosque y la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; pones en la maceta para que crezca, solamente se desarrollará en esta medida. Por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; tanto, ¿es culpa de la semilla? No, tú has plantado la mejor semilla posible. Entonces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; ¿de quién es la culpa? ¿Es culpa del árbol? No, lo ha hecho lo mejor que ha podido;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; sólo podía crecer lo que creció. Entonces, ¿dónde está el problema? El problema está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; en la base donde plantas el árbol, porque necesitaba mucho más espacio, mucho más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; fondo. Pero no se lo dimos, solamente le dimos este poco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The poor are like a bonsai, that small tree you put in a pot, that you plant and just grows by a palm. It doesn't grow more, but it looks like the original tree that you can see in the forest, that giant tree; but the bonsai is just this dwarf. I'd say that if you take the best seed from the tallest tree in the forest, and you put it in the pot so it'll grow, it will only develop in that measure. Then where does the fault lie? Is it the tree's fault? No, it has done its best -- it could only grow as much as it did. Then where is the problem? The problem is in the base where you plant the tree, because it needed much more space, much more depth. But we didn't give it to the tree, we just gave it this little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Del mismo modo, los pobres son como el bonsái: pueden tener la mejor semilla, todas las capacidades del mundo, pero la sociedad solamente les da este espacio medido, está oportunidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; limitada, por lo que solamente llegarán a ser este poco. Si la sociedad les permitiera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; avanzar para conseguir el espacio que todos los demás obtienen en la sociedad, las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; personas serían tan altas como cualquiera. No hay problema en esto, no hay nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; heredado en esa persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;In the same way, the poor are like the bonsai. They can have the best seed, all the capabilities in the world, but society only gives them this measured-out space, this limited opportunity, and so they only will come to be this little. If society allowed them to advance to get the space that all the rest obtain in society, they would be as tall as anyone else. There is no problem in them, there's nothing hereditary in those persons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Así pues, lo expreso de este modo: la pobreza no la crean los pobres; la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;pobreza la crea el sistema. El sistema que ha creado la pobreza no puede eliminarla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; porque continúa reproduciéndola. Para eliminar la pobreza tenemos que ir al panel de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; control y arreglar las piezas responsables de ella, y una pieza que estamos tratando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; de corregir son&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;las instituciones financieras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And so I express it in this way: the poor don't create poverty -- poverty is created by the system. The system that has created poverty can't eliminate it, because it keeps reproducing it. To eliminate poverty, we have to go to the control panel and fix the parts that are responsible for it, and one part that we're trying to correct are the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;financial institutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;En la actualidad, las instituciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; financieras, tal como existen en todo el mundo, rechazan a más de la mitad de la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; población del mundo a la hora de prestar sus servicios. Los llaman insolventes, como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; si la culpa fuera de ellos. Insisto en que la culpa no es de la gente; la culpa la tienes tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; como institución incapaz de atender a esas personas, y no quieres admitirlo. ¿Por qué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; llamas a la gente insolvente? ¿Se trata realmente de que la gente es insolvente? ¿O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; se trata de que los bancos son incompetentes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Today, financial institutions as they exist worldwide, reject more than half of the world population when it comes to providing their services. They call them insolvent, as if it were their fault. I insist that it isn't the people's fault -- it is your fault, as an institution that's incapable of providing these persons with services, and you don't want to admit it. Why do you call people "insolvent"? Are people really insolvent, or is it that banks are incompetent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;¿Cuál es la pregunta? Lo que debes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; hacer es modificarte a ti mismo de manera que seas capaz de servir a cada persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; individual. Afirmo que la concesión de un crédito debería aceptarse como un derecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; humano. (Fin de Cita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;What is the question? What you should do is modify yourself in such a way that you are capable of serving each individual person. I affirm that the granting of a credit should be accepted as a human right.  (End of Quote)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember talking to an aunt in the Phil. whose family owns sugar plantations in a province, and how angry she was with the people who work for them because "they're irresponsible, you try to help them and they just destroy the machinery." There was no way to talk to her, she was completely convinced that there was no solution, those people could not be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those sugar workers are the poorest of the poor, they're nothing more than slaves. And I was impressed because she seemed to have so much anger and resentment towards them. Yet, she and her family are very rich. They don't  feel grateful to those people. In fact, they despise them.  My conclusion: God will just have to pull the rug out from under all our feet, because as the world is today, the system refuses to change as long as it can keep working without change.  It justifies itself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ad aeternam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysteries of the human mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-116077881286776705?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/116077881286776705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=116077881286776705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/116077881286776705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/116077881286776705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2006/10/otro-de-yunus-another-quote-from-yunus.html' title='Otro de Yunus - Another Quote from Yunus'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-116077636087187555</id><published>2006-10-13T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:58:28.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobel Peace Prize to bangladeshi Mohammed Yunus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qué buena noticia!  El fundador del Banco Grameen fue premiado con el Nobel de la Paz. Encontré una conferencia buenísima en http://www.ucm.es/info/fgu/foro/yunus.pdf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dice en una parte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Esto es algo para lo que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; tenemos que encontrar un modo de liberación y es donde hay que revisar una y otra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; vez nuestro sistema educativo en general – en Bangladesh o en cualquier parte - para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; ver cómo puede librarse a los alumnos de la forma de pensar de sus profesores, de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; modo que puedan formar su propio pensamiento sin verse encajados en esa especie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; de modelo del punto de vista del profesor para convertirse en profesores de tal o cual;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; soy estudiante de tal y cual, por lo que tengo muchos profesores de tal y cual. Esto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; deberá eliminarse de alguna forma, ya que en caso contrario nos precipitaremos hacia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; el gran problema de estar manteniendo una mentalidad estanca y resistiéndonos a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; ideas nuevas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;This is something we have to find some way of liberation for, and it's where we have to review our educational system over and over again, in general -- in Bangladesh or anyplace -- to see how the students can be freed from their teachers' way of thinking, so that they can form their own thinking without finding themselves boxed into this sort of model of the professor's point of view, in order to convert themselves into professors of such and such: "I'm a student of X or Y, and so I have lots of teachers in X and Y." This should be eliminated somehow, since if it isn't we will fall into the huge problem of maintaining a stagnant mentality and resisting new ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Felicidades a la humanidad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-116077636087187555?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/116077636087187555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=116077636087187555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/116077636087187555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/116077636087187555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2006/10/nobel-peace-prize-to-bangladeshi.html' title='Nobel Peace Prize to bangladeshi Mohammed Yunus'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-116042408352078669</id><published>2006-10-09T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:14:53.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 October 1967  Che's Death Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hi all.  Today, 39 years ago, Che Guevara was executed by a Bolivian army soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this quote of his:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A human being will truly reach her/his state of complete humanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;when she/he produces, without being forced by physical necessity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to sell her/himself as a commodity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a holiday today in Santiago, hot and dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-116042408352078669?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/116042408352078669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=116042408352078669' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/116042408352078669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/116042408352078669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2006/10/9-october-1967-ches-death-anniversary.html' title='9 October 1967  Che&apos;s Death Anniversary'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-116018058713929523</id><published>2006-10-06T18:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:37:47.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-116018058713929523?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/116018058713929523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=116018058713929523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/116018058713929523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/116018058713929523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2006/10/mensaje-para-tanya-y-jos.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-116013876439986069</id><published>2006-10-06T06:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:25:16.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I found Paulo Freire, Pedagogy of the Oppressed.  It's in http://www.marxists.org/subject/education/freire/pedagogy/ch02.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's Marxist apparently, but don't hold that against him --  here's a quote  on the characteristics of education that he calls "banking education":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="indentb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(a) the teacher teaches and the students are taught;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="indentb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(b) the teacher knows everything and the students know nothing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="indentb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(c) the teacher thinks and the students are thought about;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="indentb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(d) the teacher talks and the students listen — meekly;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="indentb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(e) the teacher disciplines and the students are disciplined;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="indentb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(f) the teacher chooses and enforces his choice, and the students comply;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indentb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;(g) the teacher acts and the students have the illusion of acting through the action of the teacher... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="indentb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sound familiar?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="indentb"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Have a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-116013876439986069?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/116013876439986069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=116013876439986069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/116013876439986069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/116013876439986069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2006/10/cool-stuff.html' title='Cool stuff'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-116000837861338875</id><published>2006-10-04T18:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:42:37.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a test!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5056/3876/1600/third%20eye%20fake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5056/3876/320/third%20eye%20fake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Well, let's put up still another one.  Or have I exceeded my storage limit?  Pambihirang patis!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revolutionary era used  the symbolism of the Great Eye within a Triangle. This is the symbol, I am told by someone who knows these things, of Cosmic Energy.  I always found it a scary image.  This was, again, my son's brilliant idea.  Later he did something ingenious with the white spot which is my cat asleep on my typing chair.  When I find it, I'll post it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My last trip to the Phil. I went to Mount Banahaw for the first time. I would have tried to climb it but our seminar leader made us do a forced march through the river and I slipped and banged up my left shin pretty bad, twisted my left ankle too.  Did you know there are at least 80 Christian sects in the Banahaw area?  They are millenarians, i.e., believers in the Second Coming, many led by women called "supremas".  Lots of school children and youth go there for picnics. It's an energetic center, this much is clear to me. Plenty of stories about enkantados, tikbalang, spirits -- though no mention of asuang or patianac.  Thank Goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye the bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magpakabait kayo!  Hindi gaya ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;                                                       Lola Isabel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-116000837861338875?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/116000837861338875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=116000837861338875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/116000837861338875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/116000837861338875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-test.html' title='This is a test!'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-115999946562918540</id><published>2006-10-04T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:55:14.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and yet another!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5056/3876/1600/new%20art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5056/3876/320/new%20art.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;This is how I felt for many, many years, in terms of who I am as a Filipino. In fact, I feel most comfortable when I forget about my personal, individual self and am simply in the midst of many fellow Filipinos. I think now that our being is a collective, more than an individual experience (despite our Westernization) -- then it flows.  Individual identity is ... painful, somehow.  Maybe because then it has to be compared to other individual identities, i.e., Western. I don't say being separate is bad, or competitiveness. It's good to be self-aware, to like competing. But in Western life, that's ALL THERE IS. You can't be truly human if all you're about is being separate, and being a winner. To me, it's an aberration when society is not much more than an ego demolition derby. Are you a winner, or a loser? I've been more of a loser and a nobody. I figure, this way the balance of things is sustained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"They also serve: those who only stand and wait." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Have a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-115999946562918540?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/115999946562918540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=115999946562918540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/115999946562918540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/115999946562918540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-yet-another.html' title='and yet another!'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-115949942072661288</id><published>2006-09-28T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:29:13.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Extreme Makeover into Captain Ahab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2244/4263/1600/psychedelic%20liz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2244/4263/320/psychedelic%20liz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;AFTER  (NANAY KO!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5056/3876/1600/liz%20medeenaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5056/3876/320/liz%20medeenaa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This is my son's artistic transformation of my "psychedelic" picture. He's talented, he ought to consider a career as a plastic surgeon. Nip - Tuck can't touch him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-115949942072661288?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/115949942072661288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=115949942072661288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/115949942072661288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/115949942072661288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-photo.html' title='My Extreme Makeover into Captain Ahab'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34924740.post-115906074134903360</id><published>2006-09-23T19:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:37:57.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2244/4263/1600/EM_1_Sept%202006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2244/4263/320/EM_1_Sept%202006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a space for gathering some very brief sparks -- suddenly the lightbulb lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the future of the Philippines, of the Filipinos? For that matter, of all the nationalities, of our planet? I don't think it's far fetched that the Filipinos might disappear as a state, that we might meld with all the other races. It doesn't mean that Filipinos would stop existing, our essence would always go forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see countries, political divisions, racial and religious divisions, as already anachronistic. Even institutions like the schools as we know them, marriage as we know it. They don't work for us but against us. Times are ripe for breaking out of the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gotta go!  Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34924740-115906074134903360?l=salisipan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/feeds/115906074134903360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34924740&amp;postID=115906074134903360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/115906074134903360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34924740/posts/default/115906074134903360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salisipan.blogspot.com/2006/09/miscellaneous.html' title='Miscellaneous'/><author><name>Paraluman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953652787667823702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwGEeQ1ioX0/TZu1BZNGuAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fwlMPZ7pClc/s220/Liz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
