Be By My Side

Examine the reality of your beliefs depending on the way you experience a meeting with yourself from another perspective.

It happens only in the darkness of the night, before the magical trap that triggers the effective inner dialogue with God, to revise all of my habits, the habits of a life burnt at a low fire, which is about search, reflection and choice, for which time does not return.

Confidence in this form of concealment, loneliness, and enlightenment, a nuance of strangeness of the Ego and its finding in a far-away without end or answer, continues with the possibility of revealing the invisible of the world itself an existential solution of overcoming the immediate past, either in the depth of subjectivity, or towards the height of transcendence.

As in any interaction with the mysteries of the transcendence of the inner world that collaborates with immanence, reacting as a phenomenon of perpetual consciousness, I was not at all satisfied with the level of understanding I reached, about who I was in a game of the mind expressing itself only through the teachings of a science and virtues too fine to be noticed by someone.

Everything in me was the same sight of darkness, a non-chromatic triad with confrontational accents: gray, black and burgundy, assorted after the tortures of the mind to recognize its shadows, surrounding myself with sensations of free-falling, of searching for meanings, ones with logic, others without, considered realities. They fed my negative states, lowering the ability of my blood to maintain an anticoagulant status.

Do you consider that appearance contrary to reality, by expressly defining the notion of "unexplored side" on which the challenge of your own enigma is based?

At times I felt like I was suffocating, as it happens to sculptors who inhale the marble dust from the finishes, but my unexplored side was harder to identify and analyze for moral rigor than a stone block from which a form of artistic manifestation must be extracted.

Those small hours, uncertain and anxious, determined an order of how I had to explain my perception of the facts or circumstances that were about to be reported in writing. To them I added a touch of strangeness to the finding of myself in relation with a deaf God, in the mystery of an interesting interpretation of the notion of "pre-established combination" between the timeless and the ephemeral, their ensemble resonating in all that accompanies time in an unnamed reality.

I am not referring to a self-emptying as my purification of all conscious fears, a small update of the extra-corporal experience obtained in the waking state, or the contemplation of the invisible things in the way of Moses, which entered into the darkness where God was to bring in the light of new treasures of wisdom and knowledge.

Rather, I sought to demonstrate the possibility of the passing from the real into the unknown, with various neo-impressionist nuances, covering in part the mechanisms of thinking with the danger of exaggerations that silently flattened separate elements of the background on which I would place my enigma.

The enigma was a part of what I was experiencing in the space of imagination, supported by an absolute presence, from which the random was not absent.

Can you give your world a form of certainty, without moving too far away from where you imagine things you cannot experience?

To play with unseen matter, imagined and soaked in a pure mix of real and profound, to produce the transformation of elements of good and evil in the same way in which the chemist chooses the most relevant experiences for the implementation of new laws and principles, here is how I would outline my beliefs of the moments of doubt I was experiencing. They could give birth to new certainties.

In the same way God crystallizes His formula of dominating the world. I need to call You, but Your path towards the "great sight" is covered by the whispers of the night from which drip hesitant experiences.

The darkness became even deeper. In those moments of doubt, with contrasting intensity, I heard the cry of reason that God, whose entire creation owes some percentages of illusory meaning to reality, gives you the mystery of the universe by accentuating the small shadows of your soul, building them in a lively temple where the Wall of Sorrow stands, but from where you receive Enlightenment.

I drift away from where I am imagining things I do not wish to experience, when I’m with You.

From "The Citadel", by Saint Exupery, I extracted this fragment:

"In regards to my neighbor, I noticed that it was of no use to examine the deeds, the states of things, institutions, the objects of his empire, but only the inclinations and tendencies. However, if you examine my empire, you will look at the blacksmiths and you will find them making nails, passionate for nails and singing of them. Then, you will go and see the woodcutters and find them breaking down trees and be passionate about it and filling up with immense joy at the feast of the woodcutters, which is that of the first crack, when the greatness of the tree begins to prostrate. And if you go to look at the astronomers, you will find them passionate about the stars and hearing nothing but their silence.

And if I were to ask you: "What is happening in my empire, what will be born tomorrow of it?" you will answer: "Nails will be made, trees will be cut down, stars will be studied, and therefore will be nail reserves, wood reserves, and observations of the stars." For, of poor sight and unable to see beyond the tip of your nose as you are, you would not have been able to say: "Tomorrow, we will take for the seas."

The most subtle and representative argument of my reserve of knowledge from a barren place, from the overflow of an imagination that exalts, rethinks, rewrites reality, as an echo of whispers in the dark, is mirrored outside of me, in what I write.

The natural tendency of my reason is to support a point of view that I have reached by exploring the unknown, so that I would capture a different image of reality than that which you have imagined about me by accepting my thoughts.

Head in the direction in which you wish to excel, but in such a manner that your creation will gain the meaning that others seek.

Be By My Side during revelations governed by the unpredictable and the unknown, in which the random character (hazard-burdened) of phenomena is defining in an interior where doubt often occurs. They will change your impression of me.

But, as you realize, by writing these lines, I have already begun to induce you a different reality, called: my world.

* Note: INXS - By My Side