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A tough work

  Ancient teachings show us the sublime Way to transform our life into something worth living. They are not secret, they are evident, very simple, but challenging. However people prefer to think of the highest thruths as a kind of supernatural special gift that, if discovered, would make them powerful and very much similar to God. But because of some conspiracies, this so special "magic" gift is kept secret, so that common people won't find it and will remain in misery.  In reality things are quite elementary but extremely demanding. In order to get to the highest splendor you must work hard on yourself in order to get rid of the rubbish you created in your inside as well as in your environment, or that you absorbed from the others and the situations around you.  Of course, for the majority it is much more exciting to believe they will reach the super gift without any real work on themselves, if they only find the right information giving them the key to the enchanted shr...

gathering

This verb means to bring together and take in from scattered places or sources. This is exactly what I have begun to do. It has been a while by now. It is an enormous work!

Yes, because in the almost 9 years, very unfortunate years spent with my schizophrenic mother, that I deeply experienced as a total imprisonment, with no personal space and time... Well, when I happened, to somehow manage, to squeeze in something connected with my studies and research: notes, reflections, infos from some super interesting page on the web... that I wanted to put apart, for some future time of freedom, I inevitably ended up closing it in a hurry, into some clouds or private blogs, because my mother, again, had the urgent and immediate priority.

This meant that I never had the necessary seconds to reflect upon where I should have put the file. The result was that I often forgot I had already written a specific memo on the subject, therefore I wrote it again. At the end, all scattered in far too many places on the web, I found so much material, often written two, three, four times, and always slightly different, that now, that I am finally settling down and I am trying to gather the different themes - each into specific files - it takes ages before I even manage to put together the ones that I wrote multiple times. Literally exhausting.
But I want to have it done. 

It takes a huge amount of time and patience and focused dedication, to such an extend that when I finally  pronounce the fateful sentence: "let's call it a day!" I feel so spaced out from my reality that I need some seconds to recall where I am: in which of the many houses I have lived parts of my life, I find myself now, at this very moment. Disconcerting indeed! 

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