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14.5.14

Netzach shebe Netzach (english version)

In May 9th 2014, during the meditation of the Counting of the Omer (Sefirat ha Ômer), those words came to me. A day afater, my friend Fabio Almeida (author of the portuguese blog, podcast and videocast Música & Magia [Music & Magic]) gave me this wonderful gift, with music than seens to come from the same place from where came those words (*)...

(*) Here are the words (versão em português aqui):

The ancient used to look upon the night sky
and connect those dots of light,
imagining a variety of forms and shapes
and symbols
and gods…

If the nights were even more filled with stars,
shining too close,
their light would dazzle us
and, being blind like this,
we wouldn’t take note of any constellation…

In the same way, we know
that there are nights full of storms
and so densely clouded,
that it’s thick veil overshadows all light.
Yet, even in the middle of the torrential rains,
lightning comes down
to warn us
that light still lingers,
untouched and pure,
even within the darkest night…

Oh, villagers of the lost tribes,
hear that thunder,
feel that rumble
shaking the entire world!


And then, think about this truth:
“It’s only because there is darkness
that we know what light is.
It’s only because there are storms
that we know what tranquility is.
And it’s only because there is so, so much loneliness,
that we remember the world from which we came from,
where all the stars of the endless night
formed, in the view of their inhabitants,
a single symbol,
a single god;
and his name was –
The one who lives in everything.”


raph’05.09.14
(also translated from portuguese by raph)

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Crédito da imagem: Rhys Logan

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24.1.13

In my soul I know

poema que chegou em inglês, a tradução segue abaixo...


In my soul
I think I know…
Should I think so?

Or should I think:
At least I’m on the way;
If I do look back
I see all my footsteps
Right beside the ruts
Of your chariot, Jalal ud-Din…

It’s silent in the way
And, sometimes
It’s also silent in my soul

When I come to this coffee shop
And ask for one
The attendant smiles
Cause she already know me
For quite some time…
But then, I suddenly think:
Does she know that I’m a poet?
Should I think so?

Or should I think:
At least I say “thank you”
When the coffee arrives…

Look at all the lovely people
And look at all those blind ones;
Someday they will see, Jalal ud-Din…
And, in that day
Let’s hope they do not blink their eyes
Because in that blinking
In that moment
Eternity could pass away!

I’m, I try to be, an attendant
An attendant for eternity;
And, when the attendant brings me my cup
I say, from the deep of my soul:
“Thank you”;
But, shouldn’t I say:
“I’m you”?

In my soul, I know


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Em minha alma
Eu acho que sei...
Deveria pensar assim?

Ou deveria pensar:
Pelo menos estou no caminho;
Se olho para trás
Vejo todas as minhas pegadas
Bem ao lado dos sulcos
De sua carroça, Jalal ud-Din...

É silencioso no caminho
E, às vezes,
É silencioso também em minha alma

Quando venho neste café
E peço por um
A atendente sorri
Porque já me conhece
Há um bom tempo...
Mas então, subitamente, eu penso:
Ela sabe que sou um poeta?
Deveria pensar assim?

Ou deveria pensar:
Pelo menos eu digo “obrigado”
Quando o café chega...

Olhe para todas essas pessoas amáveis
E para todas estas ainda cegas;
Um dia elas verão, Jalal ud-Din...
E, neste dia,
Tenhamos esperança que não pisquem os olhos
Porque ao piscar
Neste momento
A eternidade pode passar desapercebida!

Eu sou, tento ser, um atendente
Um atendente para a eternidade;
E, quando a atendente me trás minha xícara
Eu digo, do fundo da minha alma:
“Agradeço a você”;
Mas, não deveria dizer:
“Eu sou você”?

Em minha alma, eu sei

raph’13

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Crédito da foto: Kunal Kalro (um café sufi)

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3.12.12

Christ crucified

(translated by the author from the original portuguese tale, “Cristo crucificado”)

You, who walked through this world of men when men where little more than beastly beasts; you, who came from afar, from where even the light takes time to travel; you, who have been in the enlightened realm, the home of lasting peace, and even then decided to return… For us!

You, who have been watching the foundation of the first tribe, and also of the first civilization. You, who have been a friend of men for so many ages. You, who have been taking care of our fire, so that it doesn’t be extinguished by the cold winds of the obscure nights. You: our friend, and a friend of the sun. You are that which is most precious in our existence and, even then, you are just one of us…

Not God, but just one more from the race of gods. Not God, but just one more from the race of men. Not God, but just a being who came from somewhere in infinity, and now fly besides the angels of heaven.

We hunted you when we saw you in the sky. We harpooned you down, to the same level of thought, to our fetid marsh of rampant desires. We cut your wings and made you scream in agony, and what did you showed us? The other face!

Nevertheless, you were born man again, you grown again as a man, you lived the life of a man. You ran among the world’s sheep as a young shepherd that some lunatic saw among the hills by the afternoon’s ending. You kneeled in front of the great sages of the Orient and told them: “teach me”, but they answered: “no, you teach us, messenger!”

Not a prophet, but just someone who saw this sphere spin for so many ages. Not a messiah, but just someone who now goes anywhere he wants along the Cosmos. Not a magician, but just someone who makes us recall love. Not a witchdoctor, but just someone who makes us find the health of our own souls once again. In the end: not a King, but an Emperor of the spirit.

Nevertheless, we spitted into your message of light. We lashed you and told you to be gone from here. And to make sure that you were wrong in your vain hope for an age of love, we let your own people, your beloved people, choose between you, oh bleeding lamb, and Barabbas, that dirty murderer, inciter of rebellions and killings. And they didn’t choose you, they let you bleed until the end…

We, the emperors of earth, the conquerors of realms, the Coliseum’s mob, we crucified you and banished you from our lives. At your left we left a thief, at your right another one, and we only let in some women to give you farewell because we all knew how much you cried in that cross. You still had the boldness to ask the Cosmos for forgiveness, saying that we didn’t knew what we were doing. But we all knew; we knew exactly what was being done on that day!

But that was only the beginning of our revenge. Later, we raised a glorious Church of the Chosen upon the dismembered bodies of each of your beloved disciples. They preached your message saying that the Realm of God covered every place, among broken branches and bellow small rocks along the roads… And we told them that no: “All roads lead to Rome, and only the Church of Rome could save them from eternal damnation!”

You came to tell us that the existence is a party made by the Cosmos, and that everything that we needed to quest for was love. But we said to you that every being is born a sinner, that some obscure ancestor had bitten some rotten apple at some fabulous grove, and that because of it we crucified you: so that you could pay for the shadowy sin of all of us, of all mankind!

And there was a day when our Church controlled the thoughts of one half of all men. We, that crucified you and clapped when you were bleeding, drop by drop, we made your moment of supreme agony, your Calvary, our greatest image of glory. At the entrance of each one of our Golden Temples, raised among the poverty and miserability of men, we showed the Christ Crucified in all of its greatness…

Nevertheless, you still lie crucified to this day, and to this day they still forget you and cry out among the mob: “Save Barabbas!”

So I ask you, my friend: when you will finally come out of that cross? When there will finally be established a realm of life, and no more of death, into this land? When you will finally resurrect from the dead, as to bring back all of those disciples of long ago, and all of your friends who have been loving you in the night prayers, and saving your teachings in hidden brush strokes and vessels buried at the deserts?

When you will take away the three hideous spikes from this colossal cross, and will come comfort us again? Or maybe it’s us who will need to climb into your cross, to free you, and bring you definitely to our heart?

There is still light down here, there is still light everywhere… You conquered the night of every soul… Only you, oh invincible one!

for Moore.

received by raph at 2011.

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Image credits: J. H. Williams III (Promethea, comics by Alan Moore)

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9.12.11

The spiritualist's belief

(translated by the author from the original portuguese article, “A crença do espiritualista”)

While chatting on the web, I once came upon a story, as told by a skeptic friend. He said that one of his friends, whom he admired the intelligence, suffered a car accident and stayed unconscious for a few days. When he awakened, he was beside him, and so he asked: “Am I still alive, or in the other side?” His friend was a spiritualist, and believed in life after death (or, to be more exact, in life after life). So, my skeptic friend asked over the web: “How can an intelligent person, like him, believe in such stuff?” – And that’s an excellent question…

Many skeptics, and those rated as “intellectuals and scholars”, seen to have a hard time in trying to solve that puzzle. It’s cause they stumble upon two interpretations that are somewhat prejudiced: the first one states that faith cannot be rational, and the second says that the vast majority of the spiritualists are alienated from reality. This article will try to open the eyes of those people, so maybe they can judge the spiritualists by what they really are: people like any other, but who consider the possibility of the existence of the spirit.

Reason and Faith
The etymology of the word “faith” brings us two origins that aren’t necessarily complementary. The first one derivates from the greek pistia, and means “to believe”. This is the most common meaning, but still incomplete, because it’s not enough to believe only, it’s also necessary to understand the reason by what we believe. This is the so called reasoned faith. Before being a contradiction, as some might think, the use of reason consolidates faith, because as we analyze the object of our faith, comprehending and accepting it, we are then creating the foundations that will make our faith unbreakable, fortifying it for the more arduous challenges. On the other hand, the faith without reason is fragile, subject to be unmade and break upon the slightest of the shocks. Or even worst, this irrational faith can conduce to fanaticism, the negation of everything that is against our own point of view. As it’s not opposed to reason, pistia by itself is non dogmatic and, so, perfectly compatible with skepticism.

But we also have another origin for the word “faith”, derivative from the latim fides, which also posses the same meaning of believing, but adds up the concept of fidelity, namely, it’s necessary that we have fidelity to the object of our faith. Speaking of religious faith, we are talking about God, so it’s necessary that we have fidelity to God, and that’s only possible when we follow his precepts: “Love God over all things and our neighbors as ourselves”.

Still, we need to take a lot of care on the definition of this God, because many times people will follow the God as defined by the church’s speech, while the path of spirituality brings us to the search of our own definition of God. And that brings us to the second type of prejudiced interpretation…

Each one’s God
Every religious doctrine brings their own conception of God, and in the majority of times those views are conflicting between them. This, by itself (and not without reason), already sounds absurd for those who cultivate a more skeptic and rational thought. It’s not for nothing that many end up judging the majority of the theists as alienated: if they can’t even come to an agreement about the nature of God, how can they dictate the rules of conduct to be followed?

This is a pertinent question because it touched the essence of religiosity. The true religious is not exactly those who enlisted themselves in a community of those elected by God (the origin of “church”, from the greek ekklesia), but those who practice a communion with God or the Cosmos, a path of returning into the comprehension of our own origin (from latin re-ligare, origin of “religion”). Unnecessary to say that those are two very distinct definitions – while every church follower can be religious, not every religious person will be a church follower. But, even more profound than that: to every true spiritualist it seems rather obvious that the form of communion with God (or the Cosmos) is exclusive to each one, personal and not transferable. It won’t be books, or preachers, or spiritual gurus, who will teach us how to walk in the path – in the end, every bit of knowledge helps, but each one will have to learn by himself, in practice.

A pertinent comparision can be made between learning spirituality and how to swim: it’s won’t help much to read extensive manuals about swimming, or watch long lectures from great swimmers – you will only turn into a great swimmer yourself if you get the courage to drop in the ocean, and face the waves by your own.

The true spiritualist is not, then, someone alienated from reality. He just dropped in his own consciousness, while others (not without reason) preferred to abstain from this adventure.

Sailing is needed
For the spiritualist in constant study and dazzling before the infinity of the Cosmos, reason and faith walk side by side with morality and love, and he finds in religion, as in philosophy and science, precious tools for his long journey…

He cannot have anything against the skeptic. If this one doesn’t believe yet, it’s surely for two reasons: because he didn’t passed by the same religious experience – and, so, subjective; or because the spirit simply doesn’t exist, and all spiritual questions can be resumed into psychological ones, to be analyzed deeper and deeper as science advances. In both cases, there’s no real reason for an enmity between the spiritualist and the one who does not believe.

Truth be told, if someone has the moral duty to avoid fights and stay into a peaceful and loving posture, this is the spiritualist – which, good or bad, assumed the responsibility to be like so, an harmonious and loving being. The others doesn’t have, by default, any responsibility, nor any God to be afraid of, and there’s no problem with that.

Because if the spiritual path was walked only because of the fear from God punishments, for ridiculous bargains in exchange of a heaven fitted for only a few, then it’s pointed to the wrong direction. Because those who still didn’t comprehended that all beings inside the Cosmos are sons of the same substance, and that everyone will enter heaven holding their hands, it’s because they are still in the beginning of the path.

So, forgive them, because they don’t know what they do. And forgive us, because we also don’t. But, from the depths of infinity an end of the long web is pulled, and we are all impelled into his direction… comprehending it or not.

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Note for portuguese audience / Nota aos leitores de português
Se você tem amigos que leem apenas em inglês, divulgue esta mensagem a eles. Ela tem sido muito bem recebida em todos os setores não dogmáticos, e acho que pode ser de alguma ajuda no entendimento mútuo entre céticos e espiritualistas em geral...

Image credits: 21guilherme

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14.7.11

The art

(translated by the author from the orginal portuguese article, “A arte”)

What`s the art? That`s a question as old as the human sensibility. By the time that the very first man, with his primal intelligence, observed a tree and noticed on it something more than a stem that holds leafs and makes shadows against the sunlight, the humanity have started to question herself what`s that "something more". From where it entered us? What exactly does it provoke on us? What`s it’s function?

The art sensibilizes… We can`t see it with our eyes, we can`t hear it with our ears, nor we can sense it with any other corporeal sense. The art is another member of the universal forces. Immaterial, invisible, eternal. It’s the force which sensibilizes and wakens the man for the spiritual world, cause we can only really "see the art" with our own soul.

Kandinsky managed to comprove this teory on his beautiful study about the art`s spiritual essence: "The soul is a piano with numerous keys". The sensible man, while facing the art of creation, is touched by the sublime hands of the Nature, and feel himself quite satisfacted with the synphony of life, the unique universal song.

Yes, that`s the ultimate and fundamental function of art. But how many difficulties men have to perceive it!

From the ancient ages on the caverns, the art had been borned already linked to practical and material functions: The painting and sculpture served to just illustrate the world, the music served for the festivals, the architecture for the mere construction of safe buildings, the dance for the passion, the literature for the storytelling and registration of facts, the poetry for the registration of emotions and feelings... This to cite the faculties whose are intimate linked to the art.

However, in reality, the real art, the art on itself, pure and simple, have always influenciated every material creation. And have always whispered to the hart of mankind: "I`m inside of you, but you aren`t on me. You can`t create me, but I will be always present on every creation you make. And, the more sensible and sincere you are on the act of creation, more of me you will receive… And much more sublime will be your creation."

Where the material function of art ends, starts it’s real function: To play the keys of the souls of men. Where the imitation of the material world ends, starts the imitation of the spiritual one. Where the outside nature ends, starts the inside one. Where the reason falls, the sensibility raises up.

The art isn`t rational, it does not have a determined process, nor an objective to be reached. Like the german philosopher, Immanuel Kant, said: "The art is the universal without concept." Yes, to see the art is to feel, carefree, the enormous force that did create and that mantains all existance… Happy the ones whose, from time to time, forget a little about the tough journey to just sit and observe the world. Cause those ones will be really resting in peace, and how many energy they will be earning to continue determined and strong on their lives! They will be in contact with the supreme love of Nature, the love which is everywhere, and moves everything. The force which moves the world and which, while noticed, sensibilizes the hart and refuels the soul. Happy the ones whose live this way, cause those ones live with art.

It’s up to the artists to search hard for the art, search for their so beloved fountain of inspiration. But very few actually discovered that the art is everywhere, it’s the art who chooses the artist, and not the artist who chooses to be an artist! The art of every artist must come from deep inside his soul, his heart. It’s up to the artist to draw everything which he can see and feel of the world, and to study those things first inside yourself, for then, and only then, give his own vision and pass his own message… Not every artist will pass good messages, but only those really sincere to his own feelings will have the power to sensibilize.

As great is the sensibility of the artist, as more open will be his vision of the world, and as more great will be his contact with the art on itself. Cause the art is everywhere: Happy the artist who notices that the water serves for much more than to relieve our thirst, the winds for much more than to agitate the leafs of the trees, the thunder for much more than to scare the children, the bird for much more than to cause as envy, the stars of the nights for much more than to orientate us on the darkness, the hand for much more than to hold a pencil or to play a guitar, the mind for much more than to make mathematical equations, and the spirit for more, much more than we can even imagine…

The artist`s greatest emotion isn`t the fame, the recognizement or the wealth. We can cite various geniuses of the history of the art whose have passed their lives on complete material misery. Yes, but those ones were much, much, spiritually rich… Cause the real artist is mad about the art, can`t stop to practice it, can`t live without it, won`t change it for nothing. And those are the real artists, men eternaly seduced by the sublime beauty of the song of life.

And why just the painters, musicians, writers and professionals of this genre are described as artists? If the art is on the world, and are artists everyone of those who live with art, we may have much more real artists on our world than we can imagine.

Like the ancient greek philosopher, Platho, wrote: "Just is the man who is useful to his state and does well his function". This is the real artist, the one who is content with what he is, and who is awaken for the real side of life. Who before being an artist, had observed the art. Who before creating for the others, had create for himself. Who instead of judging the world, had tried to discover his beauty. And discovered that the art has really a function, and a vital one: The function to teach the soul for the truth, and every wonderfull thing that came from it…

Finally, if in every being there`s a mirror which reflects the light of creation, on the real artist this mirror can only be more clean, more bright and more sublime.

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Image credits : an giant replica of one of Kandinsky's paintings (Weilheim, Germany).

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19.5.11

The messenger of the skies

(translated by the author from the orginal portuguese tale, “O mensageiro dos céus ”)

Near two thousand years ago, a sexagenarian tibetan buddhist, who had a great number of followers, decided to travel from his home Tibet to the southwest corner of Asia. The buddhist would only carry his clothings, his wooden staff and one young follower… Very few persons on the village knew what the old monk would do so far away from there, but some speculated that he were following a message of the spirits; And would cross huge distancies in the name of faith: the message said that the messenger of the skies, the real son of God, were among the men of the world; And soon he would reveal himself, changing forever the sad and confused heart of the humanity.

Ayatsu was the chosen one to follow the monk. He were still young and very happy with the glorious destiny of not only know the distant lands of the world, but to also see the son of God! After years of wandering, they finally arrived on the city of Jerusalem. There they found another old buddhist, who came from Tibet previously. This other monk said that he had given up the seek; After all, it was impossible to find one man in a so extensive region… Later he came back to his native land.

After some time of reflection, the monk had an idea and followed it: he assembled a tent at one of the city entrances and ordered Ayatsu to spread the notice that on this tent they were hiring miserables and shepherds for working as employers at rich houses. In the other day there was a small row of men outside the tent. The monk said to Ayatsu that he would kneel down and worship each man that enter the tent as the son of God, but only a specific reaction from one of them would indicate that he is realy the man from the skies.

During that day and others, and weeks, and mouths, no man reacted by the adequate form… So finally the monk gave up and decided to return to Tibet. Ayatsu tried to imagine what type of reaction would reveal the son of God: to shine as the Sun? To levitate? To do some miracle?

After years they returned to Tibet. The monk was already conformed and did not hope to ever find the messenger of the skies. However, in a sunny morning, a man of judish appearance, brown hair and beards, green eyes, and wearing light clothes of hot colors, appeared at the entrance of the monastery where the monk lived. He spoke:

-I came to learn your religion. I don`t look for nothing instead of your knowledge.

Enraptured, the olk monk kneeled down at the front of the man; And the man, uncomfortable with the act of the monk, kneeled down too. So, the monk leaned his head on the ground, and were imediatelly followed by the man. With enormous joy inside his heart, the buddhist looked to the eyes of the stranger and said:

-You are the lord of all of us, the messenger of the skies!

With a face full of peace, the man aswered:

-No. I`m nothing more than you or any other man of the world, all of us have a little piece of God inside ourselves. We are all sons of God. What I have done was to look deep inside my heart, and discover the truth about all wonderful things that compose the creation, the everything.

raph'96

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Thanks to JanAnn (writer32) for his aid by reading the portuguese version of this tale and helping me to translate it the way it should be translated. Hope you like this final version.

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Image credits : Wikipedia (early christinanity)

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3.1.11

The lessons of evolution

(translated by the author from the orginal portuguese article, “As lições da evolução”)

All of those who did not enlisted themselves in holy wars can learn some lessons from Darwin-Wallace’s theory concerning the origin and evolution of the species. Lessons about how nature works not only at the physical level, but at the spiritual level as well. Those who think that the evolution determined the triumph of materialism against other philosophies of nature are just wrong. If modern sciente opted to “forget” Alfred Russel Wallace, who was a spiritualist, at least it couldn’t do anything about what Charles Darwin wrote at the last paragraph of “The Origin of Species”:

“Thus, from the war of nature, from famine and death, the most exalted object which we are capable of conceiving, namely, the production of the higher animals, directly follows. There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed by the Creator into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone circling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being evolved.”

We know that this theory never pretended to explain the surge of life nor of the human consciousness, but the mecanism from which life evolved from the ancient and most simple life forms over Earth. Even then, and not without good reasons, it became one of the pilars that sustains the modern materialist thinking that says that all we are can be explained just by the particles that forms our bodies and brains – even when we actually don’t have a clue about which particles forms our counsciousness, but that’s another story.

What I would like to show here, though, is that the evolutuon theory also brings some huge lessons for a spiritualist view of existence:

We are all one
Even at physical level, we are formed by particles, by dust from distant stars that came to our planet over meteors and, mixing with other elements at Earth’s cradle, mysteriously created the very first living organisms. From organisms as simple as bacterias, everyone else surged, evolving from the same life code, the DNA. Today science proved that there are no human races, our genome is almost identical from australian aborigene to the white european. Not only racism is ignorance, but the notion that we are beings apart at creation, that irrational animals should serve us as objects, is absurd. The indians already knew that we are all one, that nature is only one, and that we are all connected; But, in modern age, scientific proof was needed for our eyes to be opened once more. This is nature’s biggest lesson: next time you look at a small squirrel by the ground, know that we are only here because their ancestors, our ancestors, survived the great extinction of the dinossaurs. We are sons of the squirrels, and the bacterias, because on this cosmic path, nobody is more special than anybody, the same opportunity to live and evolve was given to all of us.

We benefict ourselves from exchanges
The concept of “pure race” was definitely dumped by evolution. If nazism surged on the world, it was because their leaders were also ignorant, and lost the opportunity to learn from nature. Isolated human beings, reproducing only in small local communities, are much more vulnearble to viruses and diseases overall, because they simply didn’t had enough mixtures with genomes from other human beings that walked across distant places of Earth.
Altough, more even, we know that commercial, cultural and religious exchanges were fundamental for humanity’s development as a whole. It was with the silk route, from India to Europe and Middle East, that many civilizations begun to develop faster and faster. It was by the time when many philosophical and religious douctrines met at the same peaceful place that much of our global knowledge solidified: from Ancient Greece to Alexandria, from Al-Andaluz to European Renaissance.
If we made those archievements through the exchange of genes, market goods and knowledge, who knows where we could reach with the exchange of love?

Altruism is one species’s evolution
From bacterias that spends energy to produce a viscous substance that make their colonies float over water’s surface and became more protected, to the ancient gift exchange among homonidies, where male brought food from their hunts as payment for having sex with the females, altruism has been comproved as one species’s evolution.
Those who hunt alone will have more food when he kills his prey, but history shows that those species who hunt as a group obtains an evolutionary advantage: when everybody helps each other out, even having to share the hunt, they have much more chances of avoiding dying by starving, alone, because the probability of getting a good hunt each day is much bigger for groups with more eyes and more sharp weapons.
Since ancient times, nature have been teaching us that mystery: the more we share with other beings, more potential we develop to share even more. Love is neverending fuel, the fire from it’s pyre is eternal and the wind only make it grow more and more...

From adversity comes the greatest evolutionary leaps
No species evolved with little stress lives, be it by the abundance of preys to be hunted or by the complete ausence of predators. Without adversity, be it a starving predator or one’s stomach begging for energy, beings wouldn’t had any good reason to evolve.
Altough we all like peace, that everything “works as planned”, we cannot expect that adversities pass always far from us. That would be, at the long range, a big trap. Stagnation, be it physical, be it mental, be it spiritual, is the greatest evil of mankind. The dark age of medieval Europe showed us that dogmas do not serve as our salvation, and that absolut truths manuals are of no help if the people is yet ignorant of the real intepretation of those truths. To aquire knowledge doesn’t make anybody a saint: it’s needed to practice, it’s needed to step deep in the mud, it’s needed to face the desert and comprehend that, be stagnation anywhere still alive, nature won’t let us relax.
The “war of nature”, which Darwin spoke about above, is the path where it’s mecanism keep pushing us, over and over, always upwards.

Environment shapes us
Deep water small cataclysms, caused by the interruption in the leak of high temperature waters from terrestrial crust, can cause the extinction of whole ecological niches, killing small coral reefs and other species from ocean’s deep. A river changes it’s course, monsoons are interrupted, and entire empires are extinct, or move to invade new territories, like is the usual case in southern Asia history...
In our vain hope that we were the center of the whole Cosmos, we believed that it were the gods who should serve us, even by the path of so many forms of bargains. Even today, there are scientists who believe that they can dictate the routes of nature, “creating” new species or slowing indefinitely the aging of body’s cells. All in vain: nothing is still, everything flows, everything vibrates. Nature moves in cycles, and between glacial ages over Earth, the humans have surged with all of their knowledge.
But not all knowledge is vain. The greatest proof of this is in the comprehension that it’s the environment which molds the evolution of the species, much more than the battles for survival. And even here, once more, the indians were correct: we are all connected, more even with the environment around us.

Nature is free
Men have been trying to comprehend the mecanisms of nature, but even today they fail miserably over any kind of deeper prediction about where the wind gotta blow next. To predict climate over a short time is possible, but over the long range it’s not: nature insists in raising it’s veil, and among the smallest events that, for not knowing their true cause, we call as “chaotic” or “random”, nothing can be predicted efectively from the future. Nor where the wind gotta blow, nor where the earth gotta shake, nor up to where evolution gotta bring us.
Darwin used to say that the destiny of species “tends towards perfection”. Even it being so complex to define perfection, nature will never get tired of surprising us. In just a few seconds of the cosmic year, men were born with all their knowledge. Perfection is the tomorrow, is what is yet to come, is the potentiality of the etereal consciousnesses dancing over the ages and the species – and nobody can really tell where all of this gotta end. Of it’s agenda, life itself cares: nature is free.

Life is the function of the system
Even every system having it’s function, there are many who opt to ignore that even nature-system has one. In every particle that insists to mold organisms that behave in an anti-entrophical way during the time they are alive, lies a piece of the sacred code; Which codified, tells along infinite chemical reactions among the cosmic whirlwind: “To produce life, that is my function”.

The law of evolution
Nor the strongest, nor the most intelligent. Survives and evolves those who better adapt to the environment’s conditions, and it’s constant changes.
Physically, we are part of the species which obtained the biggest sucess over adapting to the Earth’s environment. We explored and occupied the most remote zones of our planet, and today we are in the very first steps of launching ourselves over the vast Cosmic ocean. Which we still lack, if not an adaptation of the consciousness? If not to explore and to occupy our infinite interior?

article by Rafael Arrais

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Image credits : [top] Louie Psihoyos/CORBIS (Paleontologist Doug Zhiming); [middle] Bettmann/CORBIS (Neanderthal)

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11.6.10

Ubuntu – the world goes around

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Ubuntu is a very peculiar african word
It has so many meanings, as many as the breeds of men
For to know it’s true meaning, we would have to ask one of them
Of the hundred that left Africa to explore the world
The adams and eves of our age
The mothers and fathers of men

Ubuntu means that a hunter wouldn’t need to ask for food
When passing by the villages of another people
Cause we hunt to survive
But it’s in the sharing, it’s in the kindness to each other
That we actually find that precious feeling
A breeze of joy
A pleasure to be alive

Ubuntu means that no man is an island
That we are like continents, looking to sail back
Looking to unite the shores of our kingdoms
To form once again the Pangaea
A place with no foreigners, no rulers and no slaves
Where roads connect every city and every heart
And nobody see any frontier

Ubuntu means that the age of men is just a blink
In the eyes of eternity
That we are but a link in the web of life
Billions came before us, billions are yet to pass
To walk in the long plains and to climb the hills of Africa
To look at the grass, and the flowers, and the trees
And understand that no daylight is the same
And all things float like dust in gentle wind, unbound
The world goes around

Ubuntu means that no man can live in cages
Be it prisons or dogmas
We must look to discover, to uncover, to enlight
To love and to change, to move millions with thoughts
Like the gandhis, the mandelas, the kings
Cause this world is no kingdom for just one ruler
But we are all rulers of our own lands
We should exchange our knowledge and wisdom
And never bullets and bombs

Ubuntu means that men should work toghether
Walking beside, holding hands
Facing the horizon like the old hunters
Yet, no more to fight in the war of hunger and pain
But to reach a precious trophy
The prize of self-knowledge
A distinct vision of the true meaning of the word

Yes, there are many breeds of men indeed
And many breeds of life
But we are all one, all of us
Represented in so many forms, so many substances
So many meanings for this one concept
So many villages in the ocean of night
So many hunters walking on all those waves of light
So many preys waiting to be unbound
Ubuntu – the world goes around

raph’10 (aka. Rafael Arrais, this blog's author)

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Ubuntu – o mundo dá voltas

Ubuntu é uma palavra africana muito peculiar
Ela tem tantos significados, tantos quanto as linhagens dos homens
Pois para saber seu verdadeiro significado, precisaríamos perguntar para um deles
Um dos cem que deixaram a África para explorar o mundo
Os adãos e evas de nossa era
As mães e os pais de todos nós

Ubuntu quer dizer que um caçador não precisaria pedir por comida
Quando passando pelos vilarejos de outros povos
Pois nós caçamos para sobreviver
Mas é no compartilhar, no carinho para com cada um
Que nós realmente encontramos essa sensação preciosa
Uma brisa de alegria
Um prazer em se estar vivo

Ubuntu quer dizer que nenhum homem é uma ilha
Que somos como continentes, esperando navegar de volta
Procurando unir as praias de nossos reinos
Para formar uma vez mais a Pangeia
Um lugar sem estrangeiros, governantes ou escravos
Onde as estradas conectam cada cidade e cada coração
E onde ninguém vê nenhuma fronteira

Ubuntu quer dizer que a era dos homens é tão somente um piscar
Dos olhos da eternidade
Que nós somos apenas um fio na teia da vida
Bilhões vieram antes de nós, bilhões esperam passar
Para caminhar nas longas planícies e escalar os montes da África
Para olhar para a grama, e as flores, e as árvores
E compreender que nenhuma luz da manhã é a mesma
E que todas as coisas flutuam como poeira em brisas suaves, libertas
O mundo dá voltas

Ubuntu quer dizer que nenhum homem pode viver em celas
Sejam prisões ou dogmas
Nós precisamos descobrir, desvelar, iluminar
Amar e mudar, mover milhões com pensamentos
Como os gandhis, os mandelas, os kings
Porque este mundo não é um reino para apenas um rei
Mas todos somos os reis de nossas próprias terras
Nós deveríamos trocar nosso conhecimento e sabedoria
E nunca mísseis e bombas

Ubuntu quer dizer que os homens deveriam trabalhar juntos
Caminhando lado a lado, de mãos dadas
Encarando o horizonte como os antigos caçadores
Porém, não mais para lutar na guerra da fome e da dor
Mas para alcançar um troféu precioso
O prêmio do auto-conhecimento
Uma distinta visão do verdadeiro significado da palavra

Sim, existem realmente muitas linhagens de homens
E muitas linhagens de vida
Mas todos somos um, todos nós
Representados em tantas formas, em tantas substâncias
Tantos significados para apenas este conceito
Tantos vilarejos no oceano da noite
Tantos caçadores caminhando em todas essas ondas de luz
Tantas presas aguardando a liberdade
Ubuntu – o mundo dá voltas

raph’10

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Em homenagem ao espírito da Copa do Mundo de 2010, na África do Sul

Crédito da foto: Daylife (Nelson Mandela e Desmond Tutu - grandes colaboradores de Ubuntu)

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27.11.09

Hawking goes high

Hey, there goes Hawking!
Moving while standing still
What exactly is he doing?
Should not be that much…
People say he’s very ill

Hey, there goes Hawking!
Thinking about a billion worlds
Compressed in a nutshell
People say he’s crazy
But how can he think so well?

Hey, there goes Hawking!
He goes high
Thoughts floating
Over the Cosmos
We can walk
But he can fly

raph'09

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Hawking vai alto

Ei, lá vai o Hawking!
Movendo-se enquanto permanece parado
O que ele faz exatamente?
Não pode ser muita coisa...
Dizem que ele é muito doente

Ei, lá vai o Hawking!
Pensando em um bilhão de mundos
Comprimidos numa casca de noz
Dizem que ele é louco
Mas como pode raciocinar tão bem?

Ei, lá vai o Hawking!
Ele vai alto
Pensamentos flutuando
Por todo o Cosmos
Nós podemos caminhar
Mas ele pode voar

raph'09 (traduzido do original em inglês)

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Crédito da foto: Tambako

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11.2.09

Children of life

Hey you, child of life
Where did you come from?
From you and for you
What myths, histories and tales have been told?
What mysteries wait to be unfold?

Where exactly you are now?
Here or nowhere?
From where come that feeling
That feels like waves of unknown material
Like something so familiar
Yet so unreal?

Hey you, son of nature’s will
Aren’t the kingdom of God everywhere?
Inside and outside?
Aren’t the road that leads to ignorance
A dead end?
Aren’t the road that leads to nowhere,
(or somewhere)
A narrow path in the beginning
Although a broad path in the middle
And where nobody saw an ending?

From you and for you
Came the code for all there’s natural
Came the will and the love
To walk into that narrow path
To fade into that ending light
To unfold all the answers and all the questions
That men asked to the shines of night…

Hey you, child of life
Aren’t you so certain now
If you live to survive
Or only to be alive?

raph’09 (aka. Rafael Arrais, this blog's author)

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Trata-se provavelmente do primeiro poema do qual a inspiração me chegou em inglês. A tradução para o português ficou assim...

Filhos da vida

Ei você, filho da vida
De onde veio?
Através de ti e para ti
Quais mitos e histórias foram contados?
Quais mistérios esperam por ser desvelados?

Onde exatamente está agora?
Aqui ou em lugar algum?
Por onde vem essa sensação
Que se sente como ondas de material desconhecido
Como algo tão familiar
Ainda que tão irreal?

Ei você, filho da vontade da natureza
Não está o reino de Deus em toda parte?
Dentro e fora?
Não é a estrada que leva a ignorância
Uma rua sem saída?
Não é a estrada que leva a lugar algum,
(ou algum lugar)
Uma rua estreita no início
Porém um caminho largo no meio
De onde ninguém vislumbrou o final?

Através de ti e para ti
Veio o código para tudo que é natural
Veio à vontade e o amor
Para andar por esta rua estreita
Para desaparecer na luz desse final
Para desvelar todas as respostas e todas as perguntas
Que os homens fizeram as luzes da noite...

Ei você, filho da vida
Não está tão certo agora
Se você vive para sobreviver
Ou apenas para estar vivo?

raph’09

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Crédito da foto: Ibu

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