Diseases of the Soul

What are the causes of sadness ? Losing you . Not being able to know you . Knowing that I did not appreciate you . Not being able to experience and to recognize that I did not show you the real me .

Sadness is to feel deeply wounded by the person who should had never hurt me. It means losing hope . Not being able to see my reflection in your eyes .

Sadness is not to find me . Not accepting you, not accepting me, it is to feel resentment, fear, loneliness. It is abandonment, rejection, coldness. It means, not being myself by putting on a mask day by day.

It also means losing my values and my reason, not taking good self care.
Sadness is not taking good care of you. It is to face death, empty handed, not even with a flower.

Sadness is not to know how to share. It is also the result of not being able to learn with due responsibility. It is to act, without thinking of others, but only of me.
Sadness is to bring on sadness. It is to lose opportunities, it is not appreciating, it is to despise others.

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Spiritual Disease

Spiritual Disease or great evil of the heart happens because of lack of values, reversal of criterion and falsehood of consciousness.

Selfishness and lack of Love are the open door to every spiritual evil, such as indifference, arrogance, hatred and many others.

Having the end result of denaturalization of the human being because evil has turned into something permissible and constant. It is necessary to be free from all of this since it is a path to spiritual death.

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Diseases of the Soul. Bitterness

I have a star that is not that beautiful because is only for me. I have a kingdom and also a scandalous crown that adorns everyone but there is no irony in me.

I have a path where I am the destination, I open all the doors and of course, I have the keys. If you want to enter, you must ask me and you must be in my kingdom.

It is much better that your day becomes night and during your night, you better be quiet so you do not show lack of respect.

I have a song that everybody will sing. The song is neither to laugh nor to cry.

You do not understand, you do not comprehend, neither I understand or comprehend you.

We are as the sugar and the salt but since we both have to be in this life.

I look at you and I control you so you cannot even dare to think: The Bitter Person.

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What kind of Judgment?

What kind of judgment is the one that is done as a sharpen arrow, a dangerous knife or like an inflammable scorpion who is violent like fire, false and lying as money.
What a big judgment, how aberrant, how lonely, what kind of judgment is the one that imposes a sentence for not knowing any better.
What kind of judgment does the one who has no heart. That judgment has no morals, no values, it accuses, denies, tramples the other, which for not being equal, becomes a victim of great persecution.
That judgment is not a judgment, but the egoism accompanied by the superiority complex, and it is the lowest complex, which is even more despicable by considering himself to be more important.

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I will not say anything, I will build a wall, I will point to you with empty cannons. I will water your flowers with iron , I will throw stones of foam; and I will look where you don't look.

You will not hear from me and you will feel the greatest and deepest stab, because I will not demand but you are going to cry. Then, you will ask: what did I do?

And I will not set fires neither place thorns, but I will do something worse, something terrible.I will look at that star and I will not see you but I will not say anything to you. You will ask: why do you insult me? And my insult will become bigger and will seize you while I will not look at you and you will not look at me but you will shout: why do you look at me that way? and then you will say: why do you hurt me so much?

Then, I will say: I have not done you any evil but you will die of that evil.
I am who I am not, because I am a great evil that is and is not; it is in your heart because I am who I am not.

I am: Indifference.

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Fetishistic Obsession

Love , desire , passion are the rhythm , rime , poetry and natural expression of the philosophy of life . We must have dreams to live and we must live to have dreams . But fetishism is another thing . It truly is an obsessive , stubborn selfishness , with the purpose of creating further obsession and more suffering .
The fetishistic does not longer lives but his fetish is the one who lives : A dog with no bone . A night with no stars . A full moon hid by the clouds . A temple with no images . A house with no doors , no windows . A heart which does not beat . A knife with no edge . A hungry man in front of an empty plate . A glass with no water . What will happen to me without you ? If the flower does not have the aroma , it is no flower . If the sea is not salted , it is not sea . If I embrace you and I don't feel your warmth , then , you are or i am dead .
The fetishism is like that . The person does not longer lives . It is as needing a mirror to look at , trying to see if he/she has a face .
The fetish is the indispensable way to give color and savor to the life that is no longer its own . The fetish does not exist in reality . It is a fantasy of the aberrant imagination of a fanatical mind . It falls in love with the dream that never was and with the love that never knew.
The fetish is like that . It turns the all in nothing and the nothing of the fetishism makes of his fetish his everything . Every fetishism wants to live the fetish . It is as if the puppet of the puppet master was the puppet master and vice versa . They have become a fetish , taking one from the other , then , nobody exist . It is the obsession of the illusion and the illusion of the obsession .

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Bitterness. Diseases of the Soul

I have a star that is not that beautiful because is only for me. I have a kingdom and also a scandalous crown that adorns everyone but there is no irony in me. I have a path where I am the destination, I open all the doors and of course, I have the keys. If you want to enter, you must ask me and you must be in my kingdom. It is much better that your day becomes night and during your night, you better be quiet so you do not show lack of respect. I have a song that everybody will sing. The song is neither to laugh nor to cry. You do not understand, you do not comprehend, neither I understand or comprehend you. We are as the sugar and the salt but since we both have to be in this life. I look at you and I control you so you cannot even dare to think: The Bitter Person.

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The Terminal Disease. For Reflection

I am the tear that you denied one day.I am the sadness and melancholy that you did not want to see. I am the absence, the lack that broke your heart and that were waiting for your embrace and conciliation.

I am now resentment, rage and bitterness. But I am who nobody can see, because nobody loved me, then I am also loneliness and death.

What more can I be, if I am the root of what cannot ever be healed. I am the cause and base of every terminal disease.
You denied me, and I also denied you. You left me, then, I will leave you.

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Primordial Chaos. Self Deception.

There is a light, which is not a light, there is a name, which is not a name and there is a feeling which is not true, and is known as primordial chaos. It is a bitter and rotten fruit, but seems to delight the senses, confuse the reason and makes of some learned persons and scholars, mistaken beings, confused and fanatics of a terrible arrogance, and which is path of pain, death and destruction. Its voice is charged with promises, charms, dreams, which take to a world of destruction, anguish, ambition, since this name has the more despicable power, and lies in such a prodigious way, that is able to make brothers, go against each other, makes the lives to be lost, the honor to give away, the dignity to spoil and besides, destroys all that we can become, as a cup of glass smashed against a rock. The name of this primordial chaos and of this first curse, which always brings thorns, venom, is called the cruel lie, because there is not in it, even the weight of a grain of sand, of compassion or care. It is all vanity, arrogance. All this chaos, and dread, is the rupture from faith, is the death of the soul, since the testimony is not of Truth, but is of vanity, selfishness and desire without love. How further down can fall, can live, the one who does not know Love? The lie, is the most outrageous form of killing, because it transforms the innocent, who, by taking the largest and evil path goes, where there is no balance, but worry and great ignorance. The person who lies, does it, unfortunately, in a conscious way, to the point that he/she will cease to be a person and will cease to really live and will slowly die in the lie.

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Diseases of the Soul. For Reflection.

Many days passed and the days rather seem to be wings lost in an empty space where I can't hardly remember you and at times I think that you are only a fantasy, maybe you were only an illusion, a fleeting adventure, a pale reflection of moonlight in the darkest night.I don't know anymore, whether you are or not, or maybe you left forever since who are you in truth? Who do you think you are? An arrogant fantasy or what many were expecting but don't exist now.
You know something? I think that you died or that I buried you without noticing. Because you are so different that I cannot find the path where you hide. I pity you, you must be in that space called loneliness, where nobody will look for you, where nobody will find you. And as long as I live, I will keep forgeting you because you are Peace and I am War.

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The Strange Characteristics of Evil.

There are strange characteristics of evil, and most of the times, evil transforms into an inoffensive appearance. Nevertheless, there is something that he can't avoid since in his mouth lives an scorpion's tongue that always calumniates, slanders, lies, criticizes and exaggerates. Then, he changes from being cursing thorns to look like flowers but they are always foul smelling and pestilent.
He tries to look like innocent of principles and values but he utilizes good to enlarge evil because behind his tongue lives a vile, destructive being, who only wants to hate and foment disgrace and to laugh, make fun and boast, and then to put on a mantle of sanctity, purity and honorability.Unfortunately, these persons reach fame, strength and recognition in the world and the reason is that they are like a plague, they surround themselves with people alike until finally, they corrode society.
This disease of the soul does not have cure because in their inner part, these ones do not have a heart because satan lives in them.
The best weapon is Prayer.

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Fetishistic Obsession. Diseases of the Soul.

Love, desire, passion are the rhythm, rime, poetry and natural expression of the philosophy of life. We must have dreams to live and we must live to have dreams. But fetishism is another thing. It truly is an obsessive, stubborn selfishness with the purpose of creating further obsession and more suffering.
The fetishistic does not longer lives but his fetish is the one who lives : A dog with no bone. A night with no stars. A full moon hid by the clouds. A temple with no images. A house with no doors, no windows. A heart which does not beat. A knife with no edge. A hungry man in front of an empty plate. A glass with no water.
What will happen to me without you ?
If the flower does not have the aroma, it is no flower. If the sea is not salted, it is not sea. If I embrace you and I don't feel your warmth, then, you are or i am dead.
The fetishism is like that.
The person does not longer lives. It is as needing a mirror to look at, trying to see if he/she has a face.
The fetish is the indispensable way to give color and savor to the life that is no longer its own. The fetish does not exist in reality. It is a fantasy of the aberrant imagination of a fanatical mind. It falls in love with the dream that never was and with the love that never knew.
The fetish is like that. It turns the all in nothing and the nothing of the fetishism makes of his fetish his everything.
Every fetishism wants to live the fetish. It is as if the puppet of the puppet master was the puppet master and vice versa. They have become a fetish, taking one from the other, then, nobody exist. It is the obsession of the illusion and the illusion of the obsession.

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Diseases of the Soul. Jealousy.

This was an almost perfect face, with a conquering smile, a flattering nose, sultry lips, marvelous hair and in her eyes, in her eyes there was hell.
Who is she, what's her name? Who could have transformed the flame in uncontrollable fire? who could have turned the river into dryness? who made a plain out of the mountain? Who could have planted not seeds but a handful of thorns? Who can transform the sweetness into bitterness? Who is the demon who has taken control of the expression, of the heart, of the reason and of the most intimate thoughts? Who is the one who must have everything with abundant grace and then turns into a panting demon?
Who is the one who seemed to have tenderness but has madness instead today? Who is the one who arrives home and gets the walls full of blood, cursing the rooms, hating as much as evil itself? Who has the right to destroy the path, to cut off the flower and to bury the sword into you? Who is killing you and forces you to kill? Who gave you everything and then took everything away, leaving you shouting as furious animal? and also leaving you badly hurt and who without knowing and in a mad state, licks the wounds, to open them even more? Who shows off good and accumulates so much evil? Answer: Jealousy.

Diseases of the Soul. Jealousy.

What is the reason that whenever I remember you, strange thoughts that are like assassin, cruel, thieves come to take away my peace? Then, my sky is covered with fire, my mind burns and I feel loneliness and abandonment; life becomes despicable and I am easy prey of miserable jealousy that makes fun of me because of you; madness would be much better, even blindness or death.
Jealousy traps, bites, humiliates, turn me into pieces and my soul is left lifeless, desolated, prophesying a hopeless path a destiny without illusion.
Jealousy suffocates me as insane life that enraptures, with unlimited passion and lost hallucination. And I stand without been able to do anything, watching how you give yourself, surrender, enjoy other arms.
Jealousy makes the person get sick, they are like hatred, with no forgiveness, like open wound, that hurts and hurts more.
What a pity, jealousy is, it is like chains and daggers that suffocate, kill in slow manner, eternally. Jealousy is the curse of God.

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She has many masks, but the one that she prefers is that of glamorous; the fact is that she looks like a very valuable, great treasure, best than gold. If you give her time, she convinces you, she traps you with her threads and handles you as a marionette, manipulates you as a bicycle, in other words, she does what she wants. But, why did you believe her? Because you let her be, because she induces, seduces you, because you can only see her mask. I will tell you something: the one who falls down in her claws, in a sad way, allows to be controlled, deceived, robbed not only of money but of time, faith and intention.
Be careful, you will feel very bad if she wraps you up, because you will become the perfect paper where she will write, where she will clean her hands and mouth and then, she will dump you to the floor and once on the floor, she will stamp on you. Then, she will remove her mask and will laugh at you. Be very careful and don't allow yourself to fall into her complicity.
Who is she? Hypocrisy.


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Who is this? that life cannot stand it?Who is this? that not even death can tolerate it?- Who are you?

- Who am I?-

-Who are you?-

I am who I am not, I am who has not been born. I am neither light nor darkness, I am neither unhappiness nor happiness.

I am who I am not, the star that has not been born, the step that has not been taken, the dream that has not been dreamed yet, the love that has not been found yet, I am the day that will never come.

Since I am: The Discouragement.

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Besides, the shouts that you listened to, belonged to people trapped just like you, none of you ever saw the lost, frightened child, you only saw the riches, which justifies me and tells me that they are more ambitious than me, and is like if I was eating my own flesh, then I do not do anything wrong, but I feed on their flesh and bones but mainly in the dirtiness of their souls; they didn't have compassion, then, they will never get out of this place."
Then, more and more voices were heard, which were the tormented spirits of the ones who had come before.
How did you learn about this story? Well, another man, which was maybe the simplest or helpless, told the story because he was present one day and he listened many voices and went into the place and he came out of the place with a child in his arms and not even a gold coin. And the false child asked: " What is the reason that you took me and you left all that gold?" And the man answered: " Child, have you not realized yet that I am blind and that I only listened and felt that I must rescue you and that is what I did." That demon felt moved and he saw, realized and knew that there are simple things which are more mysterious and prodigious that anybody can suppose...continued>

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What fault is my fault? I do not have faults because I am perfect. Nobody dare to give me a dirty look because I always know everything and nobody can know more than I do.
Not even the sun can be in front of me, because I always succeed in going beyond my goals.
There are no minds and understanding better than mine. And that is the reason that I am witness to my unique passion. I am perfect, perfect, I am most perfect than everybody.
I am: The Arrogant.