The unbearable necessities

Usually happens to me.
a song finds it’s way into my head and keeps playing and playing and playing.
what did this song said to me this time?
what were the ideas that this melody brought to my head?

I sent myself into the social-media-sphere
and I wrote the respective amount of characters for the tweet feed
When was the last time I wonder
that I look only for the bare necessities
for the simple bare necessities
and forgot about my worries and my strife?

Immediately after I watched this video
I found its philosophy very appealing
to exisist in this world of ours
we need no more than something simple
just the bare to get by
we could recieve it with gratitude

But faith and destiny had a plan
they had a trick under their sleve
it also happen to me that the you tube
had a surprise for me

a new video was suggested

sadly I fell into the trap
now I needed more that just bare necessities
I needed a new way of fitness
a body that I didn’t have

But I have tried
this becomes more than a need
it has transformed into an unbearable necessity

maybe I need more than just bareness
I guess someone is pointing at that fact
very interesting that when I was born
I came naked
everything looks like I’ll leave this earth
with the same bear self that I started with

Feeds the poor buries the rich

After I turn off my alarm clock and I get up of bed, get my clothes ready to get in the shower and start my day, a tune shows up into my head that will make my thoughts spin.

I like this song, I used to know the lyrics now I just remember some words. The band was one of my favorite ones, I loved their albums until the original alignment separated, today this band it’s just a memory of my times as a teen when I was trying to learn how to play the guitar so that  I can be a rock star like them.

As I was in the shower singing this song I noticed – maybe for the first time – what was what they were singing about and this verse called my attention “I don’t need your civil war, It feeds the rich while it buries the poor” . What an interesting statement.

This band was declaring that they were not participating in this “civil war” because it feeds the rich and kills the poor. What I found appealing in my mind was that this sentence came from a band that at the time of this song release was one of the most influential powerful and “rich” rock and roll bands in history. They in some way were the rich and this civil war was feeding them, they were part of the machine that they were trying to come against. Then this second thought come to my mind, to reject this fame, money and glory that they were experiencing, to identify themselves with the poor, with the ones suffering,  they had to live a life of debauchery, they had to spend their energies rejecting the power of the rich so that they can have power with the people, with the poor, so they did most, of their members were on some kind of rehab program.

Once I finished my shower I decided to blog about this new discovery, because this is a treasure that I have found that we reject our believes by the way we behave.

Now I wonder, how can I stay true to myself when I face a situation that will compromise my core believes?
what would you behave?

By the way this a video of the song and the band I was talking about .

One can a day

At the beginning of the year the church that I attend practices a fast. Generally it involves to abstain of consumption of food for a period of time, usually 21 to 40 days. Somehow it is believed that God will look upon us and move His hand and help us in our weaknesses or respond to specific requests that we might have. Although at this time I might not have a request to the divine I want to participate in a more personal way, a way that I can relate to.

Abstaining of food is a hard task, not eating willingly requires some kind of commitment specially when you live in a society that encourage you to eat as much as you can and when you are in a economic situation when you are able to eat as much as you want, as often as you like.

I wondered what would it be like if I had a determined ration of food, something that I couldn’t decided for myself that somehow it was given to me, with no portion control, no option for “seconds” or big serving sizes.

I thought, what if I have a can a day of food, what if I only eat a can of soup a day, every day for the next 21 days. I think about people around the world that this might be their situation, eating rice and beans for years, days and days of the same, or knowing that today we will eat potatoes the same as yesterday, the same tomorrow. What would happen to the way I live and relate to the world around me, if I was fed the same food for a long period of time.

So this is my one can a day project.

My ration of food during the day will consist in 16 oz of soup without any meat, a slice of bread a table spoon of natural peanut butter and cup of milk.

Probably way too much food if I want to resemble the diet of a less privilege person.

Also I have set some other ground rules that doesn’t involve food but might be helpful for spiritual purposes. Hopefully I will learn something positive.

The precious

Day dreaming has been a pastime that I have practiced for a long time. But I wouldn’t call it dreaming, sometimes the thoughts arriving at my mind can be categorized in the nightmare file. Clearly as everyone else if you have some paper work that you can’t get rid of, you file it in the “is-not-coming-out-of-my-mouth” file or the “nightmare” file, because that file won’t get touched, eventually will get so dusty and so back in the filing cabinet that hopefully you won’t remember its existence. That file where we put all our real thoughts, what we really think about people and how they make us feel, what we think about ourselves and how we perceive our life. Sincerely that file is probably our favorite one. We visit it regularly, manly for updates, he did this…, she said that…, I want to do this…, she did this…, and sometimes we also use it for reference, when he did this…, when she said that…, when I wanted to do this…, when she did this…

Nobody knows what is in this file, but everybody knows about its existence because we all have that secret box of treasures, our time capsule, generally filled with junk that actually no one wants, but we hold on to it so dearly, it’s consuming our being, but its so precious, my precious, your precious.

I wonder, what would be like if the box opens, if the file is found and all of the sudden the elephant is in the room, if your deepest secrets, thoughts, fears and a like are in the face of all those people that you were trying to hide them from?

Maybe there is a way to deal with the unknown and experience fearlessness.
To plant that treasure of ours and let it die and being transformed and harvest in return the fruit of freedom.

looking at us

The Divine looks at us
in His logic, In His way of being
our logic and our way of being
just doesn’t make sense

Somehow He didn’t left the building
He did not disappear after the show
He didn’t decided that He had enough of us
however we came to the conclusion that we had enough of Him

The Divine couldn’t cross His arms and sit in His recliner chair and be indifferent
He put on a suit of flesh
a soul of human
walked the reality of humanity

He was part of the opressed by the empire, but never depressed by it
He was one without a roof over His head, but never laking
He fished, he ate, he drank
The Divine with us

Being one of us he shared our sufferings
He couldn’t stand the idea of us not being anymore
a life without this tiny part of the universe that it’s me

Reconciliation of all things
peace on earth
rejoice, because something is being done

There is a new headline
good news for the poor, for the hungry, for the thirsty
something is being done
the plan is in action

The Divine wants us back
He is not at a distance
we share sweat tears and blood
we participate in the formation of His body

The suffering will continue
evil will spread its wings
The fire will consume the works of our hands
but the flag of love will stand

The Divine looks at us
there is another way
there has to be a new life