Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Who ever works for the
His work is gigantic —God does not spare him anything at all— and has no apparent ending, though he carries on with it in spite of the most brutal difficulties. His goal is clear: for all men and women to realise that God exists and that all, absolutely all beings, are His Beloved children. For this purpose he uses the most incredible weapons: amazing efforts no other human would endure, fighting and struggling for true justice: divine justice; overall for the poor, the handicapped, the sick, the destitute and the homeless: Jesus’ preferred ones; and for all those who cry for His help —‘’Ask and thou shall be given...’’
Nothing, nor anyone can stop them. They are tireless and relentless in their tasks and targets. They may remain without sleep or food for days or weeks without losing their amazing strength. They seem from another world —and in a way it is true. Their very presence daunts those who do not vibrate in sync with them, such is the energy they radiate. Their actions are firm and thorough, nothing escapes their scrutiny —not even the slightest detail. Their temperament is tough and vigorous and they do not doubt when having to shout or fight if necessary. They do not fear the powerful of this world, in truth they feel sorry for them, as they know they are also God’s children, maybe just lost on the road to Him. But they do not judge them, they only ‘’put them in their right place’’ if necessary.
They know exactly who they are and what they came to do. They have perfect knowledge of the Laws of the Universe and the wisdom to use them for the benefit of the human race and all the sentient beings of the planet. They are always aware of everything that is going on in their surroundings. They live from
They worship God, while humanity adores the Beast. And the Beast tries by all means to put an end to their unselfish actions of purity. It has succeeded many times, but God, the Great Architect, has foreseen everything and His patience is like Him: infinite. So, even though we may go on neglecting and murdering His prophets, He, through his Infinite Love will keep on sending them so that one day we may wake up and realise His Magnificence, and His Creation as the most Sublime, the most important thing that exists; and recognise ourselves as His children, heirs to His Kingdom. That day the angels will sing the most wonderful Alleluia ever sung.
This is the story of one of those prophets —do not doubt it— that God has sent to deliver His message of Love. Natty Petrosino, during these last 40 years has shown us who she is and what she has come to do to this world. Her example is clear, her actions unselfish and firm, and has come in the name of Jesus the Christ to tell us:
‘’Brothers and sisters of planet Earth, let us love each other, as Jesus showed us, because the Kingdom of God is ours, and God is our Father.’’
CaminoAcasa © 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
It happened this weekend, on Sunday. I got up at 6:30. The day was windy and bitterly cold. The South wind would not leave us the whole journey. Outside the hotel the temperature was almost -5° C. Once we were all in our 4WD and on the way to the sandy dunes, where the rally was to take place, it was evident that there would be rain showers as well. The topography of this region has a raw beauty. Huge sand dunes tower over the beach like mountains. Like the Sahara desert spilling into the sea. Here and there, small cliffs break up the continuity. The waters were high already on account of the southern wind. The waves broke with unusual fury, and the foam was everywhere. There was no water, no crystalline water, I mean. Just surf. White spray. Thick as bath tub foam. It accumulated on the sand and the wind would blow it apart and one could play with it chasing it all over the beach, and it would climb the smaller dunes, in an endless dance with the wind. Our Isuzu Trooper was white with salt. The rally cars and the motorbikes splashed all over it. The foam ran like mad, as if chasing a ghost or as if trying to escape from the great ocean. There was so much of it and it was so cold that the sea looked like if it were covered in snow. What a sight! I can’t tell if the tears that rolled down my cheeks were real or it was because of the wind in my face. Nevertheless it was awe inspiring. Raw beauty expressing itself. Nature showing one of her infinite faces.
It was a great pleasure to compose pictures with the rally cars and the sea, the sky and the sun rays filtering through the clouds. In the distance we could see the city shadows of Necochea backlit by those rays just dimly filtering through the overcast sky. Rays and more rays, surf adding to more surf. Sand onto sand. Strange fractal geometry drawn on the sand by the wind and rain. An amazing place. Hares running away frightened by the noise of our infernal machines shattering the peace of such an incredible land.
We would now drive parallel to the coast on the small cliffs; now on the beach itself splashing our way through the surf chasing the rally cars, shooting television pictures with my huge and cumbersome -10 kg- camera. Awesome pictures, mind you; now on a grassy meadow bathed in sun light with an old stone house in shambles. There were places that seemed out of this world, like on Mars or the Moon. Wreckage of rocks all over the sand, and a real wreck of a ship with its skeleton still showing stranded up on the beach. The cars had to negotiate these dangerous enemies. Not all came out well. There were many injuries. Just the cars, I mean. And there were rivers to cross. Not an easy task due to the amount of water that was being drawn into the mighty sea. Some broke their motors right in the middle of those wild running streams. Others almost got me. Well in fact it was just one. The same car that last year was running wildly towards me in another river crossing, and thanks to a friendly rock avoided my parting from this realm so soon. The man is really wild. Crazy would be a better term. He was passing another car when he found himself on the verge of crossing a flooded stream just a few yards from the ocean. As he approached the river, he did not realize that there was no way to cross, unless he gave up his position to the car he had already overtaken. So he accelerated, literally falling into the water as there was a big step he had to overcome. I was on the other side of the stream, shooting it all with my camera. I had not calculated a mad guy like him would cross at that point and come straight towards me. The guy was blinded on account of the splash. He did not see me. There, enter the Lord’s Angels. The guy veered to his right and I to mine, avoiding the collision. Amazingly I went on taping the whole event, shooting the crossing of the other car as well. The tracks he left were right where I was standing a few seconds before. It happened in a fraction of a second and as I remember it, I felt like one of those cartoon characters that skid on the place they are standing and then dart off like wild goose. But my heart did not pound with after-fear, so to speak. There had been no time for the adrenaline to accumulate. I just went on working normally as if nothing had happened. Another amazing thing. Of course, the guy came to apologize later.
But that is not all. We had many other experiences that Sunday 17th June, 2001.
The sun kept going in and out, and we had to put up with the occasional shower. The wonderful thing about it was that those showers were heralded by... can you imagine what gave us the clue…? Rainbows... yes, wonderful and extraordinary rainbows. We must have seen at least five or six of them. The first one was not far out into the sea. Its colours were vivid and the hues were very intense. The whole arc could be seen. It was further out to where the waves were breaking. A second concentric arc was bigger though thinner and less vivid. I stopped to take some shots. I missed my
The most beautiful one of them all came later when we were half way to the top of an immense dune. There was no sun. But one moment later, its warmth began caressing me while I was waiting for the first enduro bikes and the cars to appear. The wind would not stop, so I put my camera on my right shoulder and looked north with my back to the wind, indulging in the sun’s rays. Then, all over a sudden, I turned around and a huge rainbow appeared right on top of the waves. Its edges seemed suspended there with huge rich, thick and bright colours. As the first bike approached our standing point, the rainbow began moving... towards us! Little by little one of its legs began sweeping over the surf and landed on the beach! Was the pot full of gold at its foot? I guess so! The guy with the Yamaha almost went through it as he sped towards the beach. Never in my life have I seen such incredible scenery. A moment later it was pouring. The wind seemed to have grown to gale force and we had to leave, pursuing the cars once again. My tears merged into the rain, I didn’t have to pretend now. Thanks to the amazing angels my job was like floating on a cloud, weeping with happiness. Feeling One with God.
At the end of the day the storms had ceased, but not the wind. The sea was still high so the cars could not ride on the beach. It was still very cold, but I was happy as never in my life. I regretted not having someone to share my feelings with. Not everyone had experienced what I had.
As a bonus and so as not to leave any doubt whatsoever, we reached a small beach resort, with a few houses, closed for the season. The sun was setting, leaving its red tint printed on the white houses. From here we would leave our crazy adventure driving on sand dunes and rocks, or even sliding on the surf. It was a short cut to the paved road to the city. The little town, now in shadows, is called... Los Angeles.
CaminoAcasa © 2003
Note: Necochea is a small city off the Atlantic coast, about
Sunday, March 30, 2008
I look up. I see clouds dancing, the wind forming tendrils. Tendrils that suggest visions of a different kind. Like new ways to gather strength to overcome this sadness. Why do I feel unmotivated? Why do I experiment an internal sorrow?
These are times of deep turmoil anywhere you look. I feel it deep within. Sometimes I cannot explain what is exactly happening to me. But there is something certain: I feel depressed.
This depression is not only grabbing me and my soul, it is also getting hold of others. Why? I ask myself. Is there no way out to the withering chaos and the on going drama?
Yes! There is. But it is a spiritual solution. A spiritual revolution. And one does not stop wondering: are we capable of understanding what is really going on? That is an important question, because if we are not prepared to grasp the underlining meaning, we will be facing our own demise.
And that demise leaves us with no salvation, doomed to be left in utmost peril for a long, long time. We are still kids playing God with our lives. How silly. Who do we think we are? Why is it so difficult to realize this game is over?
And this question goes for anyone on the planet. Yes, anyone. It includes me first, of course, and there is one of the causes of my grief. Am I concerned, deeply concerned about what is happening to the rest of my fellow humans? Are we? Because if we are not, what the heck are we doing with our lives? Can I go on living selfishly? I ask myself. Can I poison my living planet and expect it to recover by itself? And what about the coming generations? What are we teaching them? What are we leaving for them?
I know. These issues have been mentioned before. This is not new. But that is the problem then? Nothing seems to be new, truly new. New, new. What is new? New is, according to a great master, something that has nothing to do with the past. That is New! But in our pompous world I can ascertain there is nothing really new today, nor will there be tomorrow.
What do I mean by this? Have I gone insane? To the standards of the world I am already insane. And that is part of my anguish today. The complete ignorance that ravages the whole of society. Killing initiatives, killing lives. Not with guns, but with indifference and cold remarks.
Something new does not come from the mind, it comes from the heart. And what else comes from the heart? Love. The Energy of the Universe. God. There can only be something new when the mind is not present, but though it may seem a contradiction, that means we are living in the present opposed to the past or the future, where the mind lives. Some call it meditation. Not the meditation that we would ordinarily think of. Not the exercise some gurus teach with mantrams and the like. No. Meditation, true meditation is a state of consciousness. It is not possible to practice it. It just happens when the fruit is ripe.
This brings us back to my unsettled state of mind. I realize I fluctuate between happiness and sorrow. I guess that is the current state of mind of the average person. Why is this occurring? Because we picture our lives in such a way that in the end it is just an illusion of the mind and when that illusion shatters we fall into despair.
In synthesis, my depression and sadness belongs to my “mind’s world”. But our mind’s world is real, don’t get me wrong. Though as it is a creation of the mind it can be changed.
Fear is what is stalling our country. We feel we will lose the little we have, and there is reason for this, for we are broke. The economic chain has been cut to pieces. Businesses are closing their doors, everywhere. Thanks to fear.
How to overcome this appalling situation? I guess, reinventing our society. How? Behaving in a different way. Not allowing others to tell us what to do and robbing us, as has been the norm up to now. Growing up, is the right word. Order is also peace, that is what we need. Peace in each of us, then there will be peace in the country.
Let’s relax and flow with the river of life, as the Buddhists say. Let’s not force things, let’s meditate, reach a higher state of consciousness, emptying ourselves and filling up with Him.
I’m still sad, but conscious now that we can change things if we are willing to. Let’s do it, following the tendrils the wind magically sprouts out from the clouds.
© Written - December 2001