Whoever Reads Beyond Words Discovers Experiences From His Own Existence

Try to understand the psychological side of these manifestations that oppose the reality in which your thoughts push you, without having to divulge your beliefs and feelings.

I would say that those who read beyond words discover experiences from your own existence. Others, even with words taken seriously, are not able to express a personal idea. And you, dear reader, the fact that you read what I post on the blog does not mean that you understand everything, not even the intimate, relational symbolism between the lyrical self and the poetic universe that surrounds a writer like me. Instead of reading me, you could read other books during this time, because with people like me it is more difficult to understand something.

Yes, Nicu. It is not only about writing, but also about reality. I propose that when we meet, we discuss the following topic: when loved ones let you down. In the end, this is also a mysterious symbolism, without falling into surrealistic incoherencies, a kind of crystal in which the entire universe of a being foreign to you is reflected, as if descended from the imaginary of a little-known past that merged with the imaginary of an almost illegible future. Yes, I would like to hear your opinion on how you see a harmful state caused by disappointment. I went through something like this recently. I will tell you in general what it is about.

I hope it is not about me in this effort of yours to intuit at least a part of my hidden side. But, if you still want me to tell you what I think, then I believe that any condition passes by itself if you get out of the “I only believe what I read” cycle. Because when you read, you start to build a little universe of things you didn’t really believe in, a universe from which you might never want to escape. I’m not saying anymore that if you close yourself in, it’s worse than anything, it’s a kind of wealth that is not indispensable to have a life worth living. As if you were the master of the castle located on the land of the ogre, therefore under the influence of a deceptive spirit. Over time, you will begin to take on the “face” of an evil drowsiness that suffocates everything and everyone within its reach.

Can your confessions talk about a “vision” of reality in which everything is found simultaneously in all its parts, in an attempt to externalize some thoughts or emotions that do not depend on your control?

Dear reader. It shows that you are a sensitive person. You put any insignificant thing to your soul, like an independent spirit that diminishes its light resources until its poetic fruition ends up being limited by the limited capacity of the substantial imaginary. The mystery in which you shroud yourself, when you read my writings, prompts me to assume that behind your sensitive side, there is at least one hidden thought, one hidden in an opaque moon orbiting around a destabilizing gravitational barycenter: the so-called: “hypothetical imperative”.

And your thoughts are controlled by the extent to which you read my writings, because everything you know about me, absolutely every detail, every detail regarding the expansion of reality, you know from what I write about myself. Otherwise, you would have known absolutely nothing, and I would have remained just a writer who does not confess his role as arbiter of truth and reality in the attention of his readers.

Sometimes you tend to play with psychology, but that’s not good either. You are becoming an increasingly tangled thread. Too many equations, too many unknowns, too many tests, too much intrigue. All this strangles the spirit, like a roar produced by a distant fall of water. You begin to see in every minor thing a real nightmare. And in this phase, if you indulge too much in your creative side, you will lose the power to see what is not seen, Inervitesys Syratriques, the experience of the soul outside of joy. I do not know what to say. Perhaps your soul’s experience in the material world has not accumulated enough energy to leap over your own shadow of prejudice and fear. That’s why it’s vital to spend time alone, to understand the emotions that arise, without needlessly hurting others.

If you continue like this, reading my writings avidly, but without understanding yourself, I think you will end this journey en el mundo de los libros, in the small universe of a man as strong as he is fragile. And, I assure you, there is no Aleph in the depths of this universe, but only an immense dark and cold chaos, an exogenous discomfort developed in the absence of sufficient natural illumination, an illusion, or rather a very brief experience from another world, from another dimension. Is this what you want? To be only a drop of darkness in the long meridian of delirium, to enjoy only non-being and silence?

Are you ready to immortalize the moment of your transposition into a story that you can only truly imagine when you experience it as a force that brings out the suspicious side of your nature?

Do you want to know something interesting? I was reading about this in a book by Borges. Believers who come to the Amr mosque in Cairo know very well that the universe is inside one of the stone columns that surround the central courtyard. Of course, no one can see this universe, but if you put your ear to the stone columns you begin to hear after a while a persistent hum.

And you are in the same kind of situation. Your self is inside a universe full of precious stones, but increasingly heavy, which surround you with a blinding light, giving you a false aura of a well-read man, a bohemian and eccentric aura at the same time. And your searching spirit fails to find everywhere in this Universe, in nature, in stones, in leaves and dust, the sublime messages – carefully prepared by such a fine writer as me.

And who is to blame here: the reader who seeks the immensity of experiences (other than his own), or the writer who thus lets his character face the immediate and the contingent? Rarely does a writer as gifted as myself shape a universe of his own, hone his obsessions outside of reality with such faith, for so long, in a genre so admired by his readers.

Question: Why is it important to capture the moment of your transposition into a story that seems to draw you in, but whose details cannot be touched? Here’s why. Because it is the only way to connect with your intuition. And the way to connecting with your intuition opens by connecting with me, with my emotions and thoughts.

Leadership aims at the way in which the opposition between the instinct of dominance and the instinct of defense is placed, so that a tendency of convergence between attitude, conviction and empathy results.

And this convergence must be the equivalent of receiving a perspective of spiritual ennobling.

Whoever Reads Beyond Words Discovers Experiences From His Own Existence, specifying that the way you think and feel about yourself, including your beliefs and expectations about how someone else is, determines what is called “attachment”, the main object of objective appreciation.