Blueprints For A Snowboard Rail

TO INVITE YOU THIS SEASON? YOU SOUND DETACHMENT ...

that pleased I am always able to send through this space greetings with all my love ... this week I want to share a topic with which I vibrated for several days and nothing is good chance ... Autumn begins and detachment is the invitation ...

few days ago I lost all my phone information, when I say ALL is ALL ... and I must confess that he had had several warnings in that it was important to support the information ... and above all and scoring everything there ... and they have become small laptops ...

When you arrive at Telcel and they said Lady lost all information, I promise that my chest hurt ... it was a waste ... it hurt ... I knew I had to experiement that the moment I was inviting input feel ... I felt sadness, anxiety ... frustration ... .. They were several minutes I is assimilating all the information that had lost ... try not to evade any sense ... after a while I started through the experience to get the message ... DETACHMENT ... and began to feel like a very nice feeling of lightness and freedom ... and I was experiencing a moment I feared him a lot ... I could have been avoided ... but in the end and being in that moment ... I realized that nothing was wrong ... it was not so important ... I was not going to steal more minutes of my day to be in mourning ... and mourn away ... had to perceive all aspects of education ... I have learned to be more cautious ... and I learned to let go ... and to trust that everything as if data had to remain close to me ... went back ...

experience sharing them ... I invite you to reflect on how important trust is to let go ... with all that life as we want ... ... to invite drop flow with the cycles of life ... and with the seasons of the year ... we realize that as within so without.

Now begins the fall ... I contemplate the wisdom of detachment from all that is left ... that turned realizing its mission ... the roots ... the trunk and branches are still there ... strong and willing to flow with what nature itself invites you to experience ... trusting that what is released to them a venue new to the you want in a few months to come ... after a space of lightness and freedom ... now those leaf for the tree are now dead ... will give life to another aspect of nature, everything makes sense ... everything has to implicit.

This week invite you to reflect on many things, few relationships ... in your life have fulfilled their mission and yet ... still there for fear of letting go ... with mistrust ... not knowing that life is motion ... ... and are cycles in nature and will always provide plenty of ... spaces that we release for something better ... if we lived full education and what we release.

lives this week in tune with nature and its cycles ... with Fall ... with the detachment ... trust ... and look at what is now blocking your feeling of lightness ... of freedom ... that you are holding on ... you're not willing to release?

YEAR

* Today the task date to take a good look at your closet ... a your cupboard ... your files ... your cellar

* From today notes the relationships around you ... the relationships are with you more closely ... all are on a mission ... or some survive only because ... by fear or shame.

* From today again experience the feeling of lightness to let things and people take their destiny ... and hopes that as they have completed their cycle and its mission in your life ... they have other missions to play ... we can not block or stop.

* Thanks this is perhaps the most important point to close the cycle of detachment ... thanks once you've experienced everything ... experienced and learned in that relationship with something or someone ... . taking life to this point you seize a wonderful sense of satisfaction.

I wish you a successful practice ... and a beginning of Fall ... viviencial!

Receive a greeting with all my love *

*** Marian

Kokoro No KOKORO

Heart to heart

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Our Lady of Donore (6)

This is the sixth and final installment. The first one can be found here the second here, here third, fourth here And the fifth here.

- ∞ -

Some time later I found out where they had gone to Lucia's eyes. I discovered one day in the society pages of a magazine, the same deep blue color, the same gold spots.

A young and successful executive who lived in Sydney, Australia, made a fortune trading futures and options on hematocrit and lymphatic tissues. Managing his own stock brokerage company with offices in New York, Tokyo, Frankfurt and Sao Paulo.

She had an important meeting with his board of investors to submit their five-year strategic plan. All had to be perfect. For the occasion was commissioned to design exclusive couture house Balenciaga.

Eye color Lucia was the perfect complement to this dress.

- ∞ -

found the magazine in the waiting room of a house of women in the northern suburbs. I had become a regular customer, but I did not visit the most expensive, of course not: these were exclusively for tourists. Only women working there who had already made many donations, perhaps too many. Leftover transplants without legs or no arms, no legs or no arms: that was so desired by certain types of tourists. Obviously not already had their belts.

In the house that I was only working women outside the valley. No donor had blood in their veins, except for any possible transfusion. With the issue of chastity belts these women were doing very well. Customers were secured between the donor adolescents.

worked in the house a girl, I never knew her name. I said Lu. She preferred Lulu.

I think it was more or less my age, but looked much older. He kept drinking vodka smuggling and hardly slept. So the dark circles. He had a sweet breath, as orange juice fermented and if not smoke was because in the valley could not get cigarettes, even cloaked inside porcelain dolls.

She got blue contact lenses for me. He even made gold dots with a marker.

- ∞ -

Lu was suggested I leave the valley. It was crazy, but I did not hesitate a second. I had nothing to lose. We went on a trip, far from the city, far from the mountains to the imprisoned.

The truth, I do not regret anything. I could do both things I always wanted.

I hit the sand on the beach and get wet feet with salt water.

I went to a football match in a stadium to bursting.

That was before Lu sell me a gang of organ traffickers.

- ∞ -

worse than locusts is spent those fish that eat the Japanese. To these are eaten alive. You saw in the news: A big plate of sushi in the middle of the table and the fish is decorated with salad and positioned so that seems to pose for a photograph. It has several sections, so that remains easy to grab Japanese snacks with chopsticks. It has also sauce, soy sauce, salt in all these cuts. The fish is alive and still trying to breathe. Move your mouth and gills. She is choking, no doubt, and meanwhile a Japanese family devours it.

- ∞ -

Here I am, lying on the counter of a store of organs lost in Chinatown who knows what city, under the flashing of a neon sign. And took my other kidney and my right leg. I have a clear plastic plate at the place where it should be my abdomen, so my remaining bodies are exposed. I do not feel pain, I have the spinal cord sectioned at the precise point, or perhaps deeper, into the brain, because all I can move are his eyes.

"Mom, Mom, look at this." A boy has his face pressed to the case and look at me curiously. "What are these people lying here?"

"There are people, honey." I corrected her mother. "They Donora. Look at the red sign on the neck, that's the brand. "

" Wow! I've never seen! They look like real people. "

" They're like us, so we can use their organs. "She looks into my eyes.

"to have red blood! So are we. "The boy said my dialysis tubes.

In fact, my blood is bright red in the light fluorescent.

"Let's go, Dad is waiting for us." She says.

Mother and child holding hands away.

I close my eyes.

wish I could get some sleep. FIN

Juan Diego Gómez, 2010

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Our Lady of Donore (5)

This is the fifth installment of this tale. The first delivery is here, the second here, here the third and the fourth by beyond.

- ∞ -

When I got to see Lucy had spent several months. I was with one of my sisters and Benjamin. We came from them to put some points on the forehead because he had fallen out of bed.

Lucia was alone.

Lucia was no longer the one I knew. He was more quiet, more distant, but not only that had changed.

I looked straight. So it seemed. In the place where they should be His eyes were black servomechanism with flashing red lights. He greeted me with an empty smile.

I tried to smile, but I do not think I got more than a fake grin.

most four words speak if I said I could see fairly well, although black and white and very pixelated, but now could see better at night, when there was light.

Al gave me a kiss goodbye on the cheek. I could not conceal a shudder.

never find her again.

- ∞ -

Lobsters are alive when thrown to a boil. You have seen on television. I put rubber bands on the claws, so as not to rend while waiting to be scalded. They recommend putting them in the fridge for a while before cooking, so they are sleepy and do not put strength to put them to the pot. Anyway, the case is going to pot. In the films show fine dining, where waiters speak only French. There remain a large lobsters in tanks, in view of customers so that they can choose which to eat. You do not know if the lobsters understand what is going to happen and therefore they prefer to kill each other.

- ∞ -

Mom and could not have more children. So I went from being a mom to be a donor ordinary as any of us.

the beginning was not so serious. He was with us every three months to the Red Cross facility, a subsidiary of the Company, that blood drawn, a pint at a time. Also each year to the removal of bone. That's what I had laziness. It hurts a lot until one or two weeks after surgery, but she never complained.

The first three years did not hit any organs. Did not go in the lottery. Then it was a kidney and spleen following year and a leg veins. Then came the reproductive system. The uterus is obviously not served, was very worn, as well as the ovaries, fallopian tubes themselves, and external bodies. Sell \u200b\u200bvery well when the donor has been mum. They say they are lucky.

Then came the request for a heart and lungs.

This request was not included in the draw, it came by name. We all knew what that meant. This is how the Company reports that it has complied with the life of one of its donor.

Everyone accompany the clinic that day. Even was Benjamin, who was six years. Benjamin had his right arm cast. It was the third fracture. The twins were playing too rough with him and none of us bothered to give you an edge.

"Son, I go quiet," I said when my turn came to say goodbye. "I have lived all he had to live."

"Mom, you will make us much needed." I said.

"No talk about it. "I said. "Now I have to tell you otherwise."

"What, Mom?"

"Look, I know you do not want to Benjamin ..."

"No, Mom, how is he thinking?" I interrupted.

"Shh!" I covered her mouth with his forefinger. "A mother knows these things. I somehow understand them ... but understand that Benjamin is not guilty of anything. I told everyone and I'll tell you too. To some he had to play, I was too old. "She paused a moment, looking at the ceiling, like remembering something. "The truth is that I am very grateful to the child. Understand me, son. You do not know what being pregnant thirty years in a row ... I was already tired. "He squeezed my hand tightly. "But the worst thing was not that ... The worst was seeing every one of you pass into the hands of these butchers, seeing that I were taking, in inches. And one can not do anything ... That's not life! "

- ∞ -

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Our Lady of Donore (4)

This is already the fourth installment. The first was found here, here second and third here .

- ∞ -

Lucia we met with was a good time. Now that was already great, spent more time with other people. But we talked occasionally by phone, at least at birthdays and New Year.

So it was odd that I called Lucy. Not unusual, but rarely do.
We did not see at home. I was waiting in the park. She sat in one of the swings alone. There was a group of children playing nearby in a sandbox. All with protective goggles and gloves that had hands.

I sat in the other swing, she looked serious, with those blue eyes with specks golden.

"I'm pregnant."

All the girls in the valley between 11 and 12 years of age, before their first menstruation, the electromechanical device installed them between the legs that could only be opened when they signed a contract for maternity for artificial insemination. The boys had to make do with what I had from the waist up. So most ended up frequenting the North Valley neighborhood, where houses were women out that they had charged for the waist down.

"It's not the company." She said after a while. A cold

I walked back strong from top to bottom. "But ... How? Finally managed to say. These things just could not pass.

"The guy worked in the archives of the Company. You do not realize about. "

" worked? I asked.

"He promised he would take me too far. And I believed him. I was a fool! Since I learned not answer the phone. Insurance left the valley. "

swing She rose and took a couple of steps forward. Went on, without looking. "He was the one who got the keys to open the belt. I convenció de que no tendríamos ningún problema si usábamos preservativos. Los traen de contrabando desde China, escondidos dentro de muñecas de porcelana. ¡No puedo creer que haya sido tan imbécil! ¡Ahora sí que la cagué! Ya nunca... nunca...” Su voz se quebró. Metió la cara entre sus manos. “¡Ya nunca voy a poder ser mamá! ¡Nunca!”

Corrí hacia ella. Era más alta que yo pero en ese momento parecía tan pequeñita, tan frágil, temblaba como un animalito asustado. La abracé. Olía a lavanda y a sábanas limpias.

“Ya, ya,” le dije, “vas a ver que todo va salir bien.”
"No!" I refused. I pushed hard. "Nothing will be alright! I'm expecting a rejection. The Company ... they never going to give me a contract. Never!
"But ... something must be able to do. "

I looked again, his blue eyes bloodshot from crying. "I can not let them know." He said. "If I can not hide I will make life impossible."

The only alternative was an abortion. But going to the health center or a clinic of the Company was impossible. Lucia would be booked immediately. Not to mention the fines for his family. Would have to do in an office underground. But that would cost, a lot.

"I'm going to the cathedral." He said. His voice was firm again. "I have already decided."

- ∞ -

The next week my mom wanted to visit the grandmother who knew the baby and asked me to accompany her. The grandmother lived in a retirement home, in your own room, she was one of the few people his age who could afford it. They had a large garden with flowers of truth, and the facade was painted all white, including doors and window frames.

When we arrived, the grandmother sat with other ladies on the porch. When he saw us got up and did their version of a smile. "Dolita daughter. How long! "Sometimes not understand him. Found it difficult to pronounce on all the words to or pe eme.

We did go to his room. He had a light bulb in the bedside table covered with a cloth, so that everything was in a red shadow. Also had its altar of the Virgin of Donora. The entire wall behind the altar was filled with photographs, were all his children and grandchildren. Were above those already dead, like my brother Braulio, below which were still children, the other half were organized in a hierarchy that only she understood. No candles, but it was an electrical installation of yellow lights.

"What more thing pretty," said Grandma getting the baby "is taking all the cum, right? Is chubby, chubby! "

I never met him face to Grandma. I correct: I never saw her grandmother with her own face. The surgery was long before I was born and she never took off the mask in the presence of others, even from those closest. Never.

In his youth he was a very beautiful woman. The prettiest of the whole valley. That said, those who knew her then. I had several frames on the bed, all with old photos of her, when she faces. One of them had a screen continuously passing the film he had left her grandmother's face. It was a Hollywood movie.

" How can refuse a boy so beautiful like this?" The grandmother was nibbling one by one all the fingers of Benjamin. It looked strange, as the mask of the grandmother was not what is said lips. Still, she always painted them red lipstick, also put a blush on the cheeks and eye shadow. "It the nose of the grandma ! Look , Dolita, look. "

The producer paid very well by the side of the grandmother and the contract included a percentage of the box office. It was one of the successes of the decade and the actress won many awards. So Grandma was able to pay his room.

But that was the only movie that did that actress with the face of the grandmother. The following year he returned to work. That's show business.

"Dolita, I know you have fear, my dear." He began to tell his grandmother to mother. "I'm not the one to tell, but I've met a lot people. and going to see is not so difficult when you start to donate organs. "

" donate organs? "I asked aghast. "My mom? How so? But if my brothers and I always meet the quota wise every year! Do not have to mess with mom. "

" Does the child have not told you? "Asked the grandmother.

"Do not you have told me what?" I asked again.

My mother was the respondent. "Son, do not we told not to worry." I looked at the face when he prayed the rosary. "When we have rejected moms can not have children again."

"It's up to the people who manage the numbers, beyond the Company ." Said the grandmother. "They say that having spent the first time, the probability is very high that go back to . For that does not give them more contracts. "

" I know that, but how and what to donate? "I despaired that look at me like that.

"When moms have no more children, by next year we must begin to participate in the fee, like everyone else."

I could not believe it. "No! It is not! The children are the ones who donate, not moms. For that we are the children! "

" Let not the case. That is the order of things. "Mom hugged me. Grandma still had charged the child.

"And then the grandmother what? She never ... "

" Grandma's case is different. With the film she could buy back his contract. That takes a lot, but a lot of money. Just enough to pay it. "

Benjamin began to babble. With pleasure we would have a chunk, my mom would have to go through all that and it was his fault.

"Come not put well." He tried his grandmother.

I did not want to see me the rage in the face, so I gave them back.

I watched the altar of Our Lady. The virgin

grandmother's face was missing.

- ∞ -

Night after night you had the same dream. Were alone in a strange village and somehow knew that the place was outside the valley, beyond the wall and barbed wire fences. They looked at you with eyes bulging and bloodshot. The red eyes were the only color in a black and white nightmare. There were housewives, policemen, gentlemen in ties, nuns. All chasing you, slowly but surely. There was even a teacher with several small children. All zombies were chasing you and tear you apart and distributed to your organs.

- ∞ -

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Our Lady of Donore (3)

This is the third installment, to see the first please click here and for the second here.

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Everyone in my family are Donora. All except Benjamin, the youngest, which was rejected at birth. Because he was rejected today's dead mother. Because she was dead I decided to leave the valley. And because I left the valley ...

All because Benjamin was born.

Immediately after birth she did the same tests they did to all of us. But he failed the test, there was a universal donor. Why not carry the mark tattooed all others:

Property of Universal

DONOR
Incorporated

The word "DONOR" is written in large letters, the rest of the sentence only if it reaches to read. That's why we call donor: universal donors. All of our bodies, any part of our body is, so to speak, Plug and Play. Anyone can receive a transplant, without risk of rejection, without drugs or any treatment: Plug and Play.

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After you buy the votive offerings in the shops, the pilgrims have to go to the registrar of the Company. They fill their requests and should make a deposit depending on the organ and the applicant's age. Receiving all the cards, Visa, Mastercard, American Express. Only after credit approval mark the votive offering with a code and you put the price. Just a quarter of that belongs to the family, the rest is for the Company. Braulio

My brother worked in that office until he passed the thrombosis, but it was not necessary. The donor does not have to work, our work is to be a donor.

Only when the votive offerings are marked fall pilgrims to the cathedral. Every afternoon, almost until the sun sets, there are rows of them. Inside, the same pre-recorded music, the same darkness, the candles lit.

Pilgrims then the votive offerings hanging on the walls of the chapel. Some were decorated with ribbons or dried flowers, some even pray something before retiring.

The next day, from early morning, the moms come to the cathedral, some alone, others with one or two children, most are pregnant. Moms manage their rightful share of the family, as heads of household.

Pilgrims never know who is collecting their votive offerings.

The donor never know who hanged him.

- ∞ -

the day that Benjamin was born, I had just turned thirteen years old and mother was forty-four.

After forty is when they begin to birth the rejected. We all knew, so somehow you were expecting. Over the past four pregnancies were pending. Some in the health center and the other calling from time to time to find out news. However, all three girls went with his brand of "donor", and the twins.

I was that day in the waiting room with three of my sisters. They prayed muttering to themselves. Instead of praying, I was watching a football game on TV. It was very hot and the only fan was bad. There were also twins, for some reason was nobody left at home. They protested from time to time, but there was more clothes to take away.

"Companions of Mrs. Dolores Perez." His voice was barely understand the speaker.
not made us pass the flag of newborns but to a small office where he had installed an air conditioner. Noise was made so refreshing.

One of the twins began to mourn. My sister took her in his arms, trying to reassure him.

We attended a nurse but a man with ties to the company badge. He immediately realized that the news was not good.

The man, uncomfortable with crying, tried to explain "these things happen, unfortunately aunque la Compañía toma todas las precauciones a su alcance para evitarlo. Por eso nunca se utiliza la concepción natural. Hay demasiadas variables fuera de control. En cambio, para cada óvulo se selecciona siempre la muestra de esperma más adecuada: aquélla que arroja la mayor cifra de probabilidad de éxito para el proceso.”

Si el bebé donor hubiera nacido muerto, no habría sido tan mala noticia. Hay buena demanda para los órganos de recién nacidos. La Compañía puede aprovechar hasta el último hueso. Y si la familia está con suerte y los órganos están al alza en el mercado internacional, incluso hay bono adicional.

Bueno, hay luto por el bebé muerto and everything. But bad news is not.

"Of course," continued Mr., "sperm samples are produced exclusively from imported stem cells. Only by maintaining the highest standards of quality we can ensure that our country remains the leader in Latin America in this important item of export. You understand me. "

No, actually we got lost on the part of the line. But none of us wanted to interrupt. None except the baby, who was crying her lungs out, and his brother, who had decided to join the protest.

"However, in some cases, accidents happen like this. "I kept talking, obviously irritated by the noise. "The universal donor status corresponds to a very specific combination of hundreds of genes, whose patent belongs obviously to the Company. Just a single deviation in the whole sequence and we have, as here, an individual whose organs would be rejected in case of a transplant. This situation is unacceptable from every point of view. Can silence those babies? "My sister really tried, but the twins did not want to stop mourn.

rejected children are a problem for the family. A burden. As not suitable for transplantation, with an income not allocated. Everyone to extract a part of what we rightfully so that they can sustain.

"Technically it is a breach of contract," continued Mr., "so that the affected part, for that matter, the Company is well within their rights to cancel it immediately and invoke the clause guarantees." My Sisters face looked lost, did not understand anything. Nor I either. The screams of my brothers would not let me think.

"So we're going to enforce the policies. That will cover expenses incurred by the Company so far. " Concluded. "A representative of the insurer's contact to agree how you will pay the resulting debt. "

not only had to keep the child but who knows how many were left owing millions. On top twins would not stop mourn.

Then I rang the phone.

was Lucia.

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Our Lady of Donore (2)

This is the second installment of this tale, for the first please click here .

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the afternoon we had school but not studying. Had physical education class. Every day, even Saturday, without fail.

physical education teacher had a huge belly, which couples left chest. He was dressed in sweatshirt and wearing a whistle around his neck and Green Rosette Company. Those who lived in the valley were all donor or people of the Company. The tourists were never more than a day to day and the pilgrims if they spent a week was a lot.

Every day we gave him twenty laps to the field. Marching to anything we could, but never ran. "Running hurts my knees." We told the teacher. "We do not want bad knees, right?"

Al single in my class that was left running at Mocho. We all watched with envy when we went flying with aluminum legs and recycled polystyrene.

I would have liked to play football, as players we saw on television, or leaving children in the movies. But do not leaving. "You can break a leg or even make an eye. With an eye to what it costs today! "

let us play ball, but it was a very different football. We had to put on a helmet and goggles, also kneepads, elbow pads and a padded vest. Could hardly move. But it was what we could play.

- ∞ -

remember one evening that it had rained and I was muddy uniform, even the glasses and helmet. Upon arriving home, I heard voices in the room, several women were talking quietly. I went and saw my mother, kneeling before the altar of Our Lady.

None of the houses in the valley could not miss the shrine to the Virgin of Donora. The mom was stuck in the wall around the unspoiled, photographs of each of my brothers and sisters, was also mine. We kept two candles burning of large on both sides of the image.

A neighbor had a rosary in his hand. Prayed aloud and the other ladies will respond. All were dressed in black.

"Oh pain, pain, pain,
for my son and my Lord!

I am that Mary was descended from David. "

was the ninth of the virgin. Mom

reached me and gave me the news. My brother Braulio had left that morning with two of my brothers to the health post. Iban to become bone marrow extraction. It was a matter of routine, every year had to be done at least once, since he was twelve men and women from fourteen.

"He told me that the Lord Gabriel
was with me and let me
homeless
bitter as gall. "

" The operation was complicated, "he said softly, almost whispering," He gave a thrombus. He was the brain and no longer woke up. " Mom's eyes were red and flushed face.

"He told me I was blessed among all women born
,
and am aching
the most sad and distressed."

One lady, the neighbor upstairs, approached us and said something my mom's ear. I did not manage to understand. "No, quiet. I here I have one. "I said my Mom. "My kids gave me last Christmas." He opened a little drawer in the table of the altar and took out a black velvet lined box. Inside was a hammer and chisel, two silver and decorated with carvings.

"Say, men who run about
via worldly

tell me if you have seen the same pain my bad."

Mom went to the statue of the Virgin. The child was missing a foot and entire right arm. Mom took a chisel and hammer and a blow knocked off the fingers of the other foot. Then he stood up and blew on each of the candles. The flames were extinguished and were two strands of gray smoke.

And you who have fathers, sons and husbands,
help me with my complaints,
better if you can not. "

" Oh, boy! That was the fate of the Virgin Mary, give up his son in sacrifice. And that is the fate of us mothers. Have and have children, one after another. And then deliver them to the surgeon's knife. At least not me Braulio died young. We must be thankful that he could live to be seventeen. "

I was thinking about something else and finally asked," Mom, what is a husband? "

- ∞ -

Two weeks passed and got the notification of the Company. Braulio With the death of the family had met its annual quota. At least until January would not have to decide who would take the next kidney, or pancreas, or lung. We even played a bonus. And the Company had made the deposit to the account of mother.

next day we went to the mall and all weekend premieres. I was very happy with my new sneakers, red and black with silver ribbons.

- ∞ -

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Our Lady of Donore (1)


This is the first installment of my story "Our Lady of the Donor", published in the series "Sin Censura" Pilot Public Library.

Our Lady of Donore
2010, Juan Diego Gómez Vélez

was a red heart and gold, but it was a heart of lies: it had all the veins and arteries and other details, such as one sees the butcher's. Only it was tiny and made of gold and colored glass.

was too much temptation for a child of my age.

stood out among the other votive offerings, some of gold and other silver, filling the walls of the chapel. Were legs, arms, livers, hands, tongues, fingers, stomachs, eyes, lungs, nose, kidneys, had copies of any part of the body I could name and many did not know. Shone here and there behind the smoke of incense, with colored lights that filtered through the narrow windows.

I was eight years old and had learned what they were votive offerings. Our life, all born in the valley that always turns around them. He had also learned that I could get in trouble if grab that heart. Children could not catch the votive offerings, more beautiful and bright to us appear. We were just there to accompany mothers.

In the center of the chapel was the image of the Virgin, surrounded by hundreds of candles. The rest of the cathedral remained in darkness. The image of Our Lady was dressed in white and had a black robe with gold embroidery. His face was pale and had tears on her cheeks glass. Many years ago, when installed in the chapel, had charged the child Jesus, but now it and just left a pile of rubble at the foot of the virgin. She had no hands, arms were broken in the middle of the forearm.

The long line of mothers walked slowly narrow space between the virgin and the votive offerings. I was tired and bored, we took in that row from three in the morning, wait hours before they opened the cathedral and all because my mom wanted to be the first to enter. Just had to be quiet. Everyone was quiet and just listen over and over prerecorded singing Ave Maria.
Mom stopped to watch a group of votive offerings of silver kidney shaped. I took advantage of his carelessness and threw my hand over his heart. Nobody would have learned had it not been for behind heart collapsed two dozen votive offerings.

"I told him not to touch anything!" My mother never hit us, but sometimes put that voice that left us pale. "Let's see, what was it that took?"

I looked at the most innocent eyes and I could get his head firmly refused.

"Answer me, then. You have not got the tongue. "

I showed him both hands with open palms. Empty.

"Open your mouth." It was not easy to deceive. For two long seconds I seriously considered the option of swallowing the heart, but I realized that one end of the chain accuser peeked between my lips, so I gave up.
I took my mother tongue and took the heart all full of drool. "You know what can happen if they find out with this at the exit of the cathedral?" He asked, as she wiped her skirt and put back in place.

"Understand me, son. I want what's best for you and your brothers. "It did not seem so annoying. Gathered together the other votive offerings from the ground.

Then she chose two of the kidneys of silver, and also took gold four fingers (one was a thumb) and nose. All I got into a black cloth bag and put it in a pocket. "With this we have to meet the quota," he said, "for it so early, more but later there are no livers and lungs. "

" And hearts. "I said.

- ∞ -

Sundays were the days when more tourists came to the valley. Tourists and pilgrims.
Every year more people came and there rows of buses to enter the concourses that were enabled as parking. They all came to visit Our Lady of Donora.

My family ran a store of religious items in the street in front of the cathedral. We sold stamps and scapulars and plaster images of the Virgin in different sizes, new, with the child still intact, but those not sold well. What were the best selling votive offerings: the central counter was filled with cardboard boxes, each with the sample stuck to the lid with tape, this one ear, the other a pancreas, one foot beyond. The boxes were arranged according to an anatomical order dominated my older brothers to perfection. Those who bought

votive offerings were mostly pilgrims, and then hang on the walls of the shrine of the Virgin. Visiting hours for them were in the evenings, well past noon. Never agreed with us in the cathedral. Sometimes tourists
bought a votive offering, as souvenirs, so we had to commission new to the workshops from time to time. The rest returned to the stores, once they had served its purpose.

- ∞ -

I do not like to help my older brothers in the store. I would rather hang out with my friends and hand out flyers to visitors. We did it for the tips they gave us tourists. We dressed in the clothes and ensuciábamos worst way, and then the ladies looked at us with eyes flooded, and gave us more money. Almost always taking pictures with us.

In all, the most success I had was my friend Lucia. She was then ten years, two more than me, blue eyes deep, so bright specks that looked like gold.
Lucia was so beautiful that ever used a photo for publicity. She was taken to the coast, only to take his picture: Her face appeared in the foreground and the sea behind, the same blue eyes. She just wanted to swim in the sea, but the lords of safety or even let your feet wet.

This month everyone wanted their picture taken with the girl in the wheel. Not only tourists, pilgrims also.

assemble a show: While Lucy posing with people, others to noise with whistles, rattles and drums improvised, and took turns voice reading the sentences serious flyers.

"Why wait until your kidneys fail? Replace it today and take advantage of our convenient payment plan! "

Those who were not in line for the photo, we made a circle.

"Did you grow a new organ in the lab will cost between seven and eight times the natural alternative? Moreover, who wants to wait ten years to release the pancreas? Free yourself and the diabetes! "

We read with perfect intonation and without stumbling on words. By that time I had learned all that school could teach us: to read and write fluently and loose cursive also add and subtract, and even multiply.

"Go for the natural alternative. Do not take chances with organs built in factories, artificial processes and hundreds of chemicals. And remember, it costs no more! "

Then came my turn, should be in the sentence with the word largota.

"One hundred percent guaranteed. Full compatibility with your system i-nu .. i-nu ... I-nu-mo-logical! "Obviously the whistles rang out, mercilessly mocking.

"immune system." Corrected me one of the tourists. He had all the white hair and a round granny glasses. "You know what the immune system?"

I looked at my stupid face. It is assumed that tourists do not ask things like that.

"It's one thing we have in the blood to keep us sick." He came to my aid Lucia.

"Well, young lady." Replied the tourist round granny glasses. "But this thing also makes us sick when we receive a transplant is not a universal donor, so they are so important." He smiled and handed him a pair of tickets.
Lucia smiled back and then took several pictures with him and his wife.

- ∞ -

Later, when Lucy and I were counting the money collected in the day, I asked: "Lucia, what is a universal donor?".

Lucia Morrito finished telling a hundred coins. "I think it's another way of telling us the donor. Is how we call people who write in books and magazines. "

" Yeah ... and why not just say donor? "

" I do not know! "Replied absently.

- ∞ -

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No Censorship

Finally came off the press the book "Sin Censura", a collection of tales, stories and poetry of the participants in the workshop of Poetry and Creative Writing at Jaime Jaramillo Escobar, held Saturday morning, every week, in the Medellin Pilot Public Library.

There, in a very honorable company is my first story published, "Our Lady of the Donor", a story that developed within the Liquid Writing workshop with Hernán Ortiz Viviana Trujillo as patients and caregivers. I must also thank Carolina, Carlos and Laura, workshop companions for the long reading sessions and critical, and of course Chris, who accompanied me on this since its inception.

Nothing, it feels nice to see one's name printed on paper of a book that still smells like printing and participate in the general merriment and joy, collecting signatures and autographs of fellow colleagues.

The book will be presented to society, here as that used in the Library Auditorium, on Thursday October 28 at 6:30 pm.

"Our Lady of the Donor" and went to the world, are his pages 167 to 192, "Uncensored." Now I can also publish in these parts, for those who do not have easy access to the printed book. I'm going to get in short supply, since blogging is in bad taste to publish 26 pages at once.

Actually, yes. It feels very good.

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IS ON THE WAY WHERE IS THE REWARD ... ....

Hello ... I hope they are great ... I greet with affection .... and now as each week I want to share ... the following thought ... ... that it is now settled in my ... how very true ... as something that resonates in the depths of my heart ...

Reflection is seen as basically ... the answer to life the majority of human beings ... how many times we have been reaching the goals we set ourselves and our emotional state remains the same ... when we thought that everything would be different ... that meeting was going to flood ... and perfection in our lives would be a reality ...

many times fail to see the present moment because it ... sigh ... to what could be the future ... we are getting lost trying to build ... the moment ... getting lost in all that life we \u200b\u200bwant to give away ... every day of our lives ...

Life is on the way ... the rewards are in every way .... this is the true gift ... that's the

THIS *

The learning adventure ... ... the thousands of moments we experience to get where we consider the top ... the ideal ... those moments are priceless treasures full of wisdom that can enrich us greatly if you know ... feel ... listen and see through each experience ... every situation ... every day of our lives.

Today my invitation is that revalued where our expectations are set ... where are our eyes .... In that I get ... in what I want to be ... in that in which I want to become my life ... then begin to let go ... relax ... to enjoy ...?? Or this is going on in it today ... today ... I can enjoy with what I am ... with what I have ... with what we have ...??

Now this does not mean that there are no goals ... not a path marked with a clearly defined direction to accomplish anything ... the flight plan and define the target and align us in a wise and intelligent ... but the journey is the joy ... more than one ...

YEAR

-Today from dawn ... feel that whatever you crave and everything ... so today ... will work in a more harmonica ... and more satisfactory if the opening day today before you ... is deeply lived experience ... ... and enjoyed ... in all aspects.

"Today be open to the possibility of seeing you this ... is full of wonderful moments ... lies in that he felt satisfied with what today makes up your life ... as you relax ... a feeling that something is always missing ... or nothing makes sense until that time comes or situation that you miss ... nothing else for a moment reflecting on how many times have you heard ... to those who manage it they want and remember the way you came ...

"Today is the day to learn ... today is the day to grow ... today is the day to thank ... today is the day to reflect before sleeping ... how to live it was worth it ... and experience.

"Remember that life puts you ahead of time in the place you want ... God makes no mistakes ... no ... run ... do not despair and do not waste your life ... what came to be ... Now what is is you have to live and enjoy depth ... and when you least imagine being in place ... so do not feel joy @ major difference ... and that experience ... I do have nurtured and managed to do ... live in gratitude ... of what today is ... that there is where the gifts ... there is the treasure in this adventure called LIFE ...!

I WISH THE BEST THIS WEEK AND THIS PRACTICE ... enjoy.

Receive a greeting with all my love *

***Marian

Kokoro no kokoro

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Finally came the day ........
A big hug to everyone. See you back with the batteries pretty full.

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Hello

as they are? I hope they are great ... and every day but given the time to yourself ... which becomes more time retroalimentante sacred and all that and then leave ... the light and peace to convey in your daily life .

Today I invite you to reflect on a theme you hear in a class that I greatly enjoy music with meditation ... it talked about how important ...

Contact

know if there is no transmission contact ... ... if there is no contact ... no communication ... if there is no contact reception.

Today we realize how many hours a day ... we live on autopilot ... for the little contact we make with ourselves ... with our environment ... with life and everything the minute we will offer the day.

was recently wrapping some presents with my 10 year old daughter and the lady who made us made us meet us for 5 questions routine ... to which we responded amazed ... by the way we made them ... and there was no difference between a robot and it .. His eyes never contacted us ... even though I wanted to give a smile ... we could not deliver ... our thanks and hear it ... all survived in ON you to live a routine, without spark or seasoning ... ... with a chip breaker ... what to do ... if ABC!

joined This what I heard in my class ... and I is vibrating in this tune ... contactless realizing that there is nothing that can be transmitted ...

Defining

four very important types of contact through which we could define what we live, broadcasting and experience ...

1) The touch with oneself, with what we are, with our heart, with our truth, what we want, so we feel our divine essence ...

2) Contact with the environment the smells ... the textures with the flavors fragrances ... ...

3) The contact with whoever is in front of me, with look, with its words, what makes me feel, so I passed ... or not ... I passed, with scent, her skin ...

4) The contact that I want to convey ... vibe with me on my ... vibe ... is part of my experience ... I will be rich with my feel ... is part of my truth ...

All these types of contact are achieved by contacting your open your heart and through the feeling every minute ... it gives you a look through ... through ... through a landscape of a smell ... through a word ...

just wonderin I feel? right now I'm living with it ...

Wondering I want to convey?

Wondering I am getting?

Life is a box full of surprises that you want to reach ... but most likely if you do not touch pass in front of you and do not receive your heart and let go a number of rich experiences that played at your door but the living machine is a key force that imprisons you and keeps you away from life experience that gives you ... return a blank stare and an attitude will require automatic ... and your energy.

Today I invite you to be a person living with intention ... every moment of your life ... I invite you to live in touch with who you are ... with what you feel ... so you want to say ... and in contact with those around you ..

YEAR

from today ... feels the person in front of you ... look through your eyes ... feel your words ... embrace it with your light, your love, your energy

Starting today ... talk feeling your words ... do not say anything you do not feel ... do not talk about anything that does not give resonance to your essence.

Starting today ... must do nothing ... nothing after that you regret not attuned to your truth ...

Starting today ... see more and more all around you, invites to all the senses to experience ... your smell ... your taste ... your touch ... your ear ... your eyes.

Starting today .... The following expressions used at least 10 times in your day ...

Mmmmmmm, wowwwwwww, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh marvel! And become a @ with what you see with what relish ... ... with what you feel ... with what you hear with what you smell ... ..

From now operates more according to what you feel as to what you think!

Starting today Test your knowledge: with whom you were really now, who were exchanged, you felt, it transmits you received, and ask details of the surroundings, the landscapes, flavors, and smells ... your answer will respond to both experienced ... in your day!

I wish you a wonderful CONTACT ADVENTURE!

Receive a greeting with love!

*** Marian

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Heart to Heart

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A igniting ...
to be a better person with what I teach the wisdom of each passing day. With what I teach you, piece of my soul, my belly too quick to leave to light my smile with those big eyes when they passed me so much even as a baby, telling me many things about life. And now that you're almost a man, you keep showing me the way at every step of the way my feet. So many times lived so long shared that even I think it was yesterday when my arms you tenía.Con your wisdom and tremendous maturity, showing me with your tenderness and innocence shared that we must never allow ourselves to fall, which is truly important things in this world for not wasting our time thinking about the remnants of yesterday, depriving us feel the moment, repenting of what might or might not be. That is why my love, my little man that I would like that over the years, reinforce your values, your wonderful way of being, your perception about life, about things, your cheerful and outgoing, your desire to namely, to discover all that makes you grow as a person. Always walking forward with firm and determined step, choosing without fear of losing ... because it's the only way to win the battle to giants we sometimes see. That is why I tell you, accompany you on the road until you decide what, until you choose to go alone. I decided to instill what I always failed. Walking the path of life insurance yourself, brave, emotionally independent, quiet and reflecting on others the best of yourself.
proud I am to what has been done, because without that reflection as you, as mine ... not what I would have been me.

I love you, my child.