19 years old

Woman fall to sleep when they reach 20,
like the Sleeping beauty or White snow or like the tales of young ladies imprisoned in high towers...
only a prince can wake them up...
but in our culture he always needed to kill the dragon,
it's necessary or we have a new solution
like the delicious movie "How to Train Your Dragon"?

Carlo, love is the only reality, the only thing existing;
teenagers discover love, they discover the world has princes, they search for their prince.
Love is not easy and when they have their prince
they want to imprison themselves with him in a castle,
they are no more teens and love slowly disappears from their life,
they forget love, now they need solid walls, an husband, children,
all what you said and yes, also sex,
sex is important cause they are lacking something,
but they don't remember what it is and they compensate with sex...

Sometimes a prince, comes to our life.

Woman is not exact in your question, it's the Yin principle in all humans,
woman and men that wait in this prison the Yang principle, love, to free themselves.

The dragon is the snake,
the sexual impulse that without love has no meaning
and this impulse imprisons all human being cause it's demanding,
needs nice faces, needs exteriority, needs money,
needs we are nice and sexual for others, it enslaves all our life.
If everybody considers how sexuality in our life is strong and how suffering it make us...
we buy a nice car cause we need to have it and we must work hard for it,
all this comes from sexual impulse...
The prince coming, the Yang element, love, needs to fight with the dragon to free us,
but love doesn't need to fight the dragon,
love needs the dragon, the sex element,
cause this is like the horse of the prince, sex has it right place with the prince.

So the stories of prince cutting dragon head?

:) that's not a real prince... it's not love, is hate...
how can love do without sex? how can love cut out our energy?
Carlo, how can love be without kisses? :))))

p.s.
yes Carlo, this is the meaning of Eve, the snake and the lost heaven

20 anni

Le donne cadono addormentate quando arrivano a 20 anni,
come la Bella addormentata o Biancaneve o come le storie di giovani imprigionate in alte torri...
solo un principe le può risvegliare...
Nella nostra cultura questi deve sempre uccidere il drago,
è necessario o c'è una soluzione
come quella proposta dal delizioso film "Dragon trainer"?

Carlo, l'amore è l'unica realtà, l'unica cosa che esiste;
le teenager scoprono l'amore, scoprono che il mondo ha dei principi,
loro cercano il loro principe.
L'amore non è facile e quando hanno il loro principe
vogliono imprigionare se stesse con lui in un castello,
non sono più delle teen e l'amore lentamente scompare dalle loro vite,
si dimenticano dell'amore, adesso gli occorrono solide mura, un marito, figli,
tutto ciò che hai scritto e si, sesso,
il sesso è importante perché sentono che manca qualcosa,
ma non ricordano cosa è e lo compensano col sesso...

A volte un principe arriva nella nostra vita.

Donna non è esatto nella tua domanda, è il principio Yin di tutti gli esseri umani,
donne e uomini che aspettano in questa prigione il principio Yang, l'amore, che li liberi.
Il drago nella nostra cultura è il serpente,
l'impulso sessuale che senza l'amore non ha significato
e questo impulso imprigiona tutti gli esseri umani perché è richiedente,
gli servono facce belle, ha bisogno di esteriorità, denaro,
gli serve che noi siamo piacenti e sensuali per gli altri, imprigiona le nostre vite.
Se tutti considerassimo come la sessualità nella nostra vita è forte e quale sofferenza ci causa...
tutto viene da un impulso sessuale...
il principe arriva, l'elemento yang, l'amore,
ha bisogno di lottare col drago per liberarci
ma l'amore non ha bisogno di lottare col drago per liberarci,
all'amore serve il drago, l'elemento sessuale,
perché questi è come il cavallo del principe, il sesso è al posto giusto col principe.

E le storie di principi (e santi) che tagliano la testa al drago?

:) quelli non sono veri principi... non è amore, è odio...
cosa può fare l'amore senza il sesso? come può l'amore tagliar via la nostra energia?
Carlo, come ci può essere amore senza baci? :))))

p.s.

Si Carlo, questo è il significato del serpente e di Eva e del paradiso perduto

Aiuto

Gli esseri umani mancano di profondità,
viaggiano nella vita toccando soltanto la superficie delle cose,
delle relazioni, capiscono veramente poco di quel che succede loro.
Solo in gran pena e disperazione cercano una consolazione, una mano,
possono persino chiedere a Dio aiuto e comprensione.

Spesso io cado in profondo dolore per amore... solo per esser vicino a Dio?
Sembra veramente una maniera stupida per esserlo!

No Carlo, non hai ragione, loro sono solo spaventati,
sono così spaventati che hanno bisogno di costruirsi la vita.
Nessuno dice loro che non è corretto, nessuno dice loro che possono fluire...
Solo nel dolore, come dici, tutte le costruzioni crollano
e sono naturali, aperti, aperti persino a Dio.

Gli esseri umani devono fidarsi di Dio,
ma non di quel dio che pensano di conoscere,
a loro serve fluire e sentire Dio sempre vicino, aiutandoli in ogni momento,
ma per far ciò non devono "volere ciò che vogliono",
ma solo quel che Dio da loro, perché Egli sempre conosce quello che è meglio per ognuno.

Help

Human being lack of deepness,
they travel in life only touching the surface of things,
of relations,
they understand really little of what happens.
Only in great pain and despair they search for comfort, solution
and even can ask God for help and understanding.

I often get in deep love pain... only to be near God?
Seems really a stupid way for that!

No Carlo, you are not right, they are only afraid,
they are so afraid that they need to build their life.
Nobody tells them is not correct, nobody tells them that they can flow...
Only in pain, like you say, all the construction falls apart
and they are natural, open, open even at God.
Human being need to rely on God, but not the god they think they know,
they need to flow and feel God always near them, helping them in every moment,
but for this they must "not want what they want",
but only what God gives them,
cause He always know what is best for everybody.

Daedalus: the maze, the wings

Daedalus was trapped in a maze that he himself built. The maze is our normal life, we do over and over the same mistakes, fighting others, being depressed after having followed stupid things, eating too much every day, or too little, searching happiness where we will never find it and then searching again, games that have no end, losing ourselves, awaiting death, bored and happy only when we have new things, new loves, new books, new songs. In eastern culture they say we are in the maze for so many lives and we go on and on without finding the way out.

Daedalus in this Greek myth manages to find a solution to escape the maze: wings, with wings we fly, we are free, with wing we can flow into our life, the mind is free, has no attachments and can follow moment after moment the winds and we can go where we must go lightly, happily.

Wings are always on our back, we can feel them if we try, they are always there. Some people arch their back so the wings disappear, they are slaves of their inflexible ideals, of their stiff thinking, they can even think that God wants what they are doing... no, God wants that we fly, God wants us to flow moment after moment in our life, following His signs; God doesn't want books where we must do all what we think He said we "must" do: death books... God is alive, moment after moment, instant after instant.
So wings are of angels, we are angels fallen down, we fell because we hid our wings, but the wings are still there, ready to open and the wings are on the back side of our heart, that opens to our spine. We think we love, but only with one part of our heart, the front part and loves end always sadly cause they block themselves; when we open our back side of the heart, when we have wings, our love is free to fly, moment after moment and has no end.
The Greek myth teaches us two things, one is to be careful to not melt our wings with to much fire, like what happened to Icarus, the son of Daedalus: if when we fly we get too full of ourselves, we lose our wings, we don't flow no more, we are in the ego, we forget that God makes us fly, we become gods.
If we fly too near the water our wings get wet and in this case we can't fly no more. Our emotions, water, overwhelm us; we are deep in anguish and we don't see no more the light, we think we are left alone to deal
with our life and we don't see any way out.

Why did the son die, what's the meaning of this? The son is Daedalus ego, he was still split in two, he was trying to get out of the maze, trying to leave apart is ego. The son was that part of Daedalus that felt for the first time to be so powerful and he tough he was himself the creator of this, so he tried to substitute himself to the Sun - this the meaning of Icarus falling down after he went too near the sun -, every time in life we try this, life is too hard, we do everything ourselves without asking help.
Daedalus only lost is ego because he manage to continue flying and not falling as usual into depression after the megalomaniac state of is son, in depression he would have touched the water and also in this case he would have lost his wings and would have been lost again in the maze, again in a state of death.
The maze is an illusion of our life, we have always had wings, they can never be cut, but we can hide them to ourselves and live an illusion.

Many people want a son not only like an act of love, but also to substitute God, the Father and Mother, in this case, Daedalus had one, his ego son.

Carlo Lopez

* what I mean for ego
Ego: ego is a construction of the mind, a part that build himself in a not natural way. a part that is not listening to our real feelings and acts only in a power way, (this causes suffering) a part that uses guilty to feel himself strong, a part that put himself in the place of God thinking that he (the ego) created himself.
We can say is the demon, a narcissistic self.
A dictator is an ego man cause he needs other people to be a dictator, he can't be 'himself' without going against other people.
Can also be a mother or a father that want their daughter becomes a doctor or a nurse, not letting her be what her life wants she will be, maybe a poet, maybe a worker; they "use" the daughter to gain power for them self (non necessary in a conscious way).
The ego must kill God cause he is god and made himself.
Church are an ego expression of human being, they use God to gain power, but they kill God, they create a false God, a projection of themselves, not an alive God.

The old sun, the young night

The morning, the child, like the sun appearing on the horizon, meets the mother, the night leaving place to the day.

Same was your story, you, the day going down, met Sheila, the young night coming out.

The moment is magic, all things stop, a door of energy is open, hearts stop beating for some instants.
At one moment, you don't know exactly, all is gone, the day disappeared, the night is there all over, covering everything.

This was you love Carlo and Sheila, was beautiful, but... this happens day after day, not only one day :)

Try to remember this, can't be one, must be, must be, must be, otherwise nothing will grow, everything will be death forever.
Come out both and start again! Don't be afraid! I'm near you to help you, every day will be the same, but will be different. Every moment of your evening will be full of love and all people will always stop for a moment and whisper: what a beautiful moment for the old day and for the young night; what a beautiful moment for all us.

Thanks for this to Sheila and LadyNina Shaiya fighters :)

Un'antica montagna, un giovane lago

Una montagna era li da sempre, aspettava ed aspettava; nel tempo dell'attesa un sacco di acqua cadde su di lei, il vento sussurrava su di lei, fulmini e tuoni erano sopra di lei. Si mosse parecchio, rocce sempre cadevano, nuove grotte apparivano, boschi crescevano sopra a boschi.

Ma adesso, adesso era pronto! Adesso tutta la sua asperità era sparita, tutti gli angoli acuti erano smussati, era bello camminare su di lui, le sue colline eran soffici, bellissime dolci curve dappertutto.

La pioggia che iniziò quella notte era gentile, cadde così per quattro mesi, la montagna l'aspettava,
era così contento per le sue gocce sull'arido suolo; anche la pioggia era felice, adesso trovava così tanti luoghi per riposarsi e fermarsi, poteva restare li ed avrebbe nutrito tutti gli esseri che vivevano su di lei.

Un mattino il sole era uscito scintillante su un nuovo mondo, c'era un bellissimo lago dappertutto
e la notte vennero le stelle a brillare su di lui.

I giorni passarono, tanti alberi crebbero, alcuni potevano mettere le loro forti radici, gli animali trovavano cibo e l'acqua era dappertutto.

Un giorno un saggio venne ad incontrare la montagna; si guardò attorno sorridendo tutto il tempo.
Ed allora disse ai suoi discepoli: guardate! Così dovrebbe essere un saggio!
Osservate questa montagna, ha aspettato così a lungo per essere completo!
Adesso ogni cosa, ognuno trova pace in esso: possiamo solo imparare dalla sua pazienza e saggezza,
adesso ha trovato in lui spazio per il suo lago. ..

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Montagna e Lago sono due degli otto antichi "Trigrammi" cinesi,
Pa Kua, alla base del famoso “I Ching, il libro dei mutamenti”.



La Montagna (fermezza), è rappresentata da due linee Yin ed una linea Yang sulla cima,
deriva da Terra (tre linee Yin) dove la sommità, una linea Yin, si è trasformata in una Yang.



Il Lago (gioia) ha due linee Yang ed una linea Yin sulla cima (qui è la linea base che cambia, da Acqua, perché l'Acqua incontrando una base forma laghi, mari.

L'acqua ha bisogno di un posto per stare, per riposare e fermarsi, le serve una montagna confortevole che le dia il benvenuto.

Così, Yin e Yang si influenzano vicendevolmente, il lago porta gioia alla montagna, riempie le sie nude rocce con alberi e fiori, gli animali possono vivere.

La montagna è la nostra nuca, ferma e alta, accogliente.
Il lago è il nostro viso, deve essere aperto e pieno di gioia.

Nella vita quotidiana mettiamo la montagna davanti a noi:
mettiamo davanti a noi tutte le cose che ci bloccano,
la nostra vita diventa un monte difficile da salire.
Dobbiamo rovesciare la situazione per correggerla:
rimaniamo sulla montagna ammirando gli spazi aperti del lago davanti a noi.

Ma la storia ha anche un significato più profondo, una mente rigida è come una giovane montagna,
nulla può sopravvivere  su di essa perché troppo acuminata;
una persona saggia ha molte più "curve" nel suo carattere,
gli altri cercheranno i suoi suggerimenti e il suo appoggio.



Altri post sull'I Ching:
1) I Ching - 2) Gli otto Trigrammi - 3) I Trigrammi Lago e Montagna - 4) Esagrammi 11 e 12: Guerra e Pace - 5) Esagramma 29: Kan

An ancient mountain, a young lake

A mountain was there from ever, waiting and waiting; in this waiting time lot of water fall on him, wind whispered on him, lighting and thunder was over him. He moved a lot, stones always fallen, new caves come out, woods grew over woods.

But now, now he was ready! now all his sharpness was gone, all the narrow angles where gone. His hills where soft, was nice to walk on him, beautiful round curves everywhere.

The rain that started that night was gentle, fell like that for four months, the mountain was waiting for her, he was so pleased of her drops on the arid ground; the rain was happy too, now she had so many places to rest and stay, she could stop there, and she would have nurtured all the beings that where living on him.
One morning the sun was out shining on a new world, there was a beautiful lake everywhere, in the night the stars where shining on her.

Days passed, beautiful trees grew, strong ones could put their roots, animals found food and water everywhere.

One day a wise man come to meet the mountain; he look around smiling all the time. And then said to his disciples: look! this is how a sage must be! Look at this mountain, he waited so long to be complete! now every thing, every one founds peace in him. we can only learn from his patients and wisdom, now he has place in him for his lake...

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Mountain and Lake are two of the eight ancient Chinese “Trigrams”, Pa Kua, the base for the famous “I Ching, the book of changes”.

The Mountain (stillness), is represented by two Yin lines and one Yang line on the top, it comes from Hearth (3 yin lines) where the summit, the Yin line has changed in a Yang line.

The Lake (joy) has two Yang lines and a Yin line on the top (here the base line changes, from Water, cause water founding a base becomes lakes, seas).

The water needs a place to stay, to rest and settle down, needs a comfortable mountain that welcomes.

So Yin and Yang influence each other, the lake brings joy to the mountain, fills the nude rocks with trees and flowers, animals can live.

The mountain is our nape: must be like a mountain, still and high.
The lake is our face, must be open and full of joy.

In our normal life we have the mountain in front of us: all the blocking things of our life we put in front, our life becomes a mountain hard to climb.
We must change to the right situation: we stay on the mountain admiring the open spaces of the lake, in front of us.

But the story has a more deep meaning, a stiff mind is like a young mountain, nothing can survive on it cause it is too sharp, a wise person has much more "curves" in his character, other people like to search for his advices and comfort.

Mare

Era una bellissima giornata.

Il mare era azzurro, splendido.
Il suo cuore era in tumulto, lei era lontana almeno 6000 chilometri, in un'altro continente.
Si amavano, ma li sulla spiaggia non sapeva che fare, sdraiato a pensare a lei, un libro subito riposto, si un po' di musica giovava, era la loro musica, ah, quelle canzoni ascoltate in cuffia le notti passate con lei, magiche. Il mattino sempre arrivava troppo presto.

Quel mare li davanti... Un bagno, va bene, altrimenti a che serviva un mare sì bello?
Anni prima una corrente inaspettata lo stava portando via, l'angoscia passata lo portava a non fidarsi più di sé, del mare. Meglio stare dove l'acqua era più bassa.

Questa volta però, appena entrato, il suo sorriso gli apparve ed anche la sua voce: Carlo, let you go! Ah! Si era lei, di lei si fidava, decise di arrivare alle boe, l'acqua era dolce, un altro po'... Paura? No, perchè? Aveva imparato che la paura è mortale, irrigidiva, tirava sotto; il suo sorriso...

Due settimane passaron così, ora non vedeva l'ora di entrare in acqua, l'accoglievan il suo sorriso e le sue dolci parole, nuotava piano, a rana per lunghi tratti; il godimento era estremo, faceva all'amore nell'acqua, ma l'acqua era lei, lo facevano piano, teneramente...
Ora il mare era tornato mare, non più per tirarlo sotto, ma per sostenerlo con gentilezza.

Partì, le vacanze li eran terminate, le avrebbe ricordato per sempre, ma... ma come mai in due settimane non una goccia d'acqua dal cielo, una dolce brezza sempre, il mare caldo come piaceva a lui? Era strano..
Lei continuava a sorridergli.

Sea

Was a beautiful day.

The sea was blue, splendid.

His heart was in turmoil, she was far away, at least 6000 kilometres, in an other continent
They where in love, and there on the beach he didn’t know what to do,
laying on the sand thinking of her, a book suddenly closed; yes some
music was helpful, was their music. Ah, those songs listened with the
earphones the nights passed with her, magic ones. The morning always
arrived too early.
That sea in front of him… A bath, ok, otherwise what was for a so nice sea?

Years ago a suddenly current was bringing him away, the anguish pass
through brought him to not have trust in himself and in the sea. Was
better to stay where the water was not so high.

This time however, at soon he was inside, her smile appeared and even her voice: Carlo, let you go!
Ah! Yes, was her, he had trust in her, he decided to arrive to the
buoy, the water was sweet, little more… afraid? No, why? He had learned
that fear was mortal, stiffen up, pulls down; her smile…

Two week passed in that way; now he was waiting the moment to go in
the water, he was welcomed by her smile and her sweet words; he swim
slowly, breaststroke for long stretches; the enjoyment was the
greatest, he was making love in the water, but she was the water, they
did it slowly, tenderly.

Now the sea was again the sea, no more for pulling him under, but for supporting him softly.

He left, the two weeks holiday there where over, he would have
always memories of them, but… but how in two weeks not a drop of rain
from the sky, always a mild breeze, the sea warm has he liked? Was
weird…

She was still smiling to him.

Carlo Lopez