Metaphysics Sapphic When friendship loses its limits becomes romance, idyllic love. So will I have for a romance, idyllic love, longing for a friendship without limits, resulting in the exclusive, preference in short, in the intimate duo unit in indissoluble. The three seemingly different realities that involve the genuine friendship, admiration and deep romance or love idyllic have fuzzy boundaries that are not always easily distinguishable. One, carried out fully in its deep nature, necessarily leads to others: Plato was right. The excitement of being that quivers in deep admiration and intimate tenderness of genuine friendship tend exactly the same thing: the idyllic romance or love. This happens in my world and the Greek sensibility, and seems to happen in fairy tales that inspired my intricate sensitivity throughout my childhood and nourished until today. The fuzzy boundaries are extended even more when listening to a piece of music of Gustav Mahler and Claude Debussy experience the same feeling I would experience if the loved one I kiss on the mouth. Hence, classical music is a perfect source of inspiration and eros for me. And those limits also extend further elaborates on plans ethereal and inanimate: the classical music experiment, moreover, that the beloved, shapeless, I have a whole, through me, and I shiver and burst, and I fade away in the tops. That activity of delirious, ecstatic and drunk, is inflated to the bone for tenderness and peace. Hence, the music and increased my infatuation infatuation turn my music lead me to strongly throughout the day, to throw with your eyes closed to feel pure. And the boundaries become even more blurred when the Spirit to discern, to feel his presence, strength, power, fluidity, experienced the same thing when I listen to classical music and imagine the kiss, as I recall that when the maid loved, and I shiver and I feel whole and bisected owned and burn and I fade away in the tops, full of tenderness and calm to the core. In the end, all the sensations, feelings and intuitions metaphysical seized me come together in a kind of spiraling, intertwining and leading to a single point that shines with a glow unprecedented: the front presence, directly and mystique of God, the fatal rupture , loss of self and the supra-conscious fusion unit that breeds in me and all that is.
Attempts divide the elements involved, it would be impossible. It happens that in reality they are interrelated elements in perfect harmony with the others who make up the essence of that reality, it is this that since its superior status and undivided harmonizes the disparate elements charged in spiral motion toward her toward its center. So in my being, art, eroticism, infatuation, metaphysical insights, spiritual experiences and return to the Unit are indivisible, inseparable from each other as are the strings of the lyre and tone the melody, functioning as a harmonious whole whose summit, around, and depending on which others are reordered elements, the Unit, which serves as the central axis. That is what the sensitivity of some of my readers has failed to assimilate fully, so that I have understood correctly, but in my previous writings and comments on the idyllic love between same gender, as well as the romance in Overall, it is implicit central message of this new writing. To this is added I find in me the need to express what I feel through all levels of myself, fluidly, like a waterfall, some openly. Put vertically, from top to bottom it, flowing freely and giving themselves the love from the top to all other levels through the Axis Mundi is manifested in every human being, through the vertebra symbolic hierarchy of the ring at least most all levels that make me a human being. Put from the top to the peripheries, like the light from its center immutable spreading to the corners of the dark night, resulting in the lowest rung of the cosmic hierarchy, which is the physical level, which in this context is governed the celestial order emerging central unit, integrated and orderly. These facts seem to me easy to understand, simple, and respond to clear and accurate metaphysical laws and inviolable, Plato the teacher reported advance their own way in his magisterial work "The Banquet" and, especially, in "Phaedrus."
My feeling me as a gift from heaven, a gift, a gift, a gift and a memorable choice. Why choose? By volitional status in sunflower seeds hidden, that I own. I do not believe in outside forces that dominate the margins of a deep desire, which is nature itself that determines their status. Will and nature, well understood in its enigmas, its esoteric sense, are synonymous. The bird's wings are a faint reflection of his inalienable will, as it is flying its nature. Also consider the feelings of a child, when it is beautiful, deserves, because of its status as virtuous and benevolent, fully manifest. When is ugly does not deserve to manifest, and even good idea to get rid of it. But enter and arrest in a locked drawer a feeling that is considered really beautiful and virtuous to remain captive in it, without going over, it seems contradictory, an absurdity worthy of my childlike wonder. That box, that box of Pandora, only to be used to contain the passions, those whose origin comes from the top and whose goal is not tend to go upwards, and any trace of ugliness that dwell in the human heart. I acknowledge that the kiss on the mouth, when it is noble, born from above and tends upward, being the result of inspiration and not instinct. The really considered beautiful harp, does not deny the song of the harp. Which states that the harp is beautiful and noble, high, however, denies his sweet song on the ground that is not high, lies or fails to discern that the singing of the harp the harp itself was born and born of beauty beautiful, for beauty can not be born ugly. My friends, no broken realities and dichotomous, yes, my mind, none of Manichaeism! Because the realities are intertwined and are born of the same nature. It does not seem correct fork between the sense of the spirit and acts, which certainly should match: the kiss on the mouth is necessary, it is a symbol, a rite, is pure wind embodied in ritual gestures, is lively metaphysical, is the harp singing and raving. Yes, beautiful Sappho, poet of the winds, kiss your loved Athis on the lips and tone the strings of your harp! Tell Apollo, the perfect face, which is manifested in the act in your presence just in case you think beautiful, Challenge her, encáralo, and tell the man who says of Aphrodite that is beautiful not cover the eyes when looking through the sky in his chariot of gold and descend from heaven to earth shaking her wild hair in the air, free, fair hair its proud Greek destroy me! Much power covering beauty, glory be done, be strong! I bow to your supremacy, Wonder, I give up, mad, beg, beg, beseech rapt, mercy!, Sométeme your empire, arróllame, aniquílame, Beauty atrocious: the sublime that is terrible!, That cruel, that painful that claim! And I nailed a thousand sharp knives flying through the air, a thousand sharp daggers through the air and cut, stab me in the ultimate snub, in its majestic scorn and I fall on my knees with my mouth open to the sky ... that derogatory is Beauty, which is high on his throne, that cold, that deadly, it inaccessible! The full realization and retention of the feeling of being full through the manifestation of this in all your notes and colors, some openly, is a corollary.
power seduce me extremely, and I want stuffed myself with it, saturated with pure being. Virtue is power, the majesty is power, courage is power, nobility is power, generosity is power, sincerity is power, the sensitivity is power, grace is power, freedom is power, love is power. The hero is the ultimate to be powerful, to be exalted, that of the highest virtues. The villain is its counterpart is the heir of darkness versus light son. In music I experience power when writing experiment power, a being made of hurricane escaping from my hands and I do not get control, to an unruly horse of the heavens, a fire dragon. When I write I'm queen of the world, sovereign, as if at the summit of Everest. And at the same time, experiment with the very superiority and subjugating run me mercilessly, demolish, the superiority over me, mistress, and ravenous unattainable, absolute, perfect, eternal, incomprehensible, infinite. The intensity is power, the depth is power, higher power, all is power. Power, life and being are synonyms. God is able, God is life, God is being.
When I see a beautiful woman, virtuous, feminine, fragile, with a beautiful long dress in a classic style, I notice right away its power. Transfigured me, I gorge be flush with the skin feel to life similar challenges facing, pure life, pure light. Witnessed and experienced the greatness in me, that elevation, the virtuoso, the nobility derogatory leading the devotee to the blind adoration and tenderness that fills the belly, shaking the whole being, and that's when I do not just watch. On the contrary, I usually notice in most men, especially young-teen misalignment of my generation, is an abyss of absence, a lack of power: before my eyes become impotent, pure death, pure darkness. This impotence is not attractive, not seduce, because there is power, not life, not to be. The opacity is a worthy outfit.
However, certain exceptions have occurred: yes, I have attracted some men too, very few, almost none. The erotic spirit sentimental poetic transcendental presented to me in front of men has changed with respect to women. Before men I also dazzled the same way with women, with the only difference that in the first case was glare cold. With females, however, in my glare sensitivity has always inextricably linked to the tenderness, affection and intimate atmosphere, and warmth, so that I can not separate them. Experiment glare by women as more spiritual high as that experienced by men is more ordinary and not so magical, not so divine. With men, love is natural, with women is supernatural. To be common may be sufficient common and natural love, and it will be impossible to carry out some kind of love in a spiritual way because instead of driving to higher areas to lower levels denigrate him because his blindness spiritual: what about cures, other poisons, the remedy makes the dose, how and to whom. A being without that blindness, rising where others would sink, which includes the divine where others do not notice it, can afford to act with dignity what others would unworthy. Not the why, is how. It is not the object itself is the meaning given to the object, what we found in it.
Previously, due to a product lineup equal influence in our society, believed that virtue was more or less the same extent in men than in women, the two were worth to me more or less equal , that beauty found in both more or less the same extent. At that time, before heading to Ayacucho, felt in my inner pink box that corresponds to the feminine and the blue box that corresponds to the male, both clean and dirty socks inside, all revolts. Everything was messed up and the room was a mess. Now, however, I realized that virtue is more prevalent in women than in men, than those usually worth more, that beauty is more in them than in them, I know there are exceptions. This new perception of mine, this great discovery that deep inside me knew from long ago, put everything in place, everything in place, everything where it belonged: clean socks in the pink box and dirty socks in the blue. The room brightened. It all made sense. Everything was clean. Everything was orderly, it was perfect and just. The clothes were no longer dispersed. My spirit is more relaxed and open, more peaceful and safer than before, was perfectly aware of things as to avoid the bad things before I stalked by men through and look how good he always wanted in women. And then I remembered an old episode of "Rugrats: Rugrats" Tommy asked where because the men wore pants and skirts women Lillian, and she responded "because men are bad and women are good "and then Tommy said" ah, indeed! ". Still, I am open to exceptions. But why should I put on clean socks and dirty pink box in the blue? This is explained in my article entitled "On my feelings, why I prefer women rather than men?"
think it is necessary to clarify that lesbianism sapphic is not understood at present and should be. It is not homosexuality in itself is not in the sense lesbianism Modern, because it does not focus on sexuality as it is not a closed or restricted. When I refer to lesbianism sapphic own I mean the Sappho of Lesbos, the old, in classical Greek, according to the message platonic. This focuses on falling in love, in devout admiration and sophisticated eroticism, not sexuality, the latter being merely supplementary derived under certain circumstances may allow the return of Beauty and the Unit through comprehensive unification the loved one who is considered beautiful and through which God is revealed, being the loved one hierophany and therefore sacred. That kind of feeling is very elevated and has a background metaphysical, mystical, and soteriological. Besides, is not confined to a fascination with beautiful women, Sappho fell in love once a man and also a mythological being named Phaon, by which he threw himself from the famous rock of Lefkada, one from which committed suicide the impossible love love jumping off the cliffs into the sea. Thus, lesbianism sapphic is the love of beauty itself, which, of course, is more prevalent in women than in men, which leans more towards them but not exclusively. I chose the term "lesbianism sapphic" and not "lesbian" plain to define my feelings for these reasons, and because it ends in "sexual." Sexuality can be beautiful, but if it is a derivative of love and an outward manifestation of it, not its center and not the basis of orientation. Romantic relationships of couples as well as kissing on the mouth, love poems and romantic details should not rely on any sexual attraction, but, as in fairy tales and childish, they should rely on inspiration arose because of the beauty. Even sex should not rely on sexual attraction, but the sheer sense of idyllic love, of pure inspiration arose from higher spheres of the same inspiration that leads the poet to write and compose music. Hence my preference for femininity: the man kisses her because he feels sexual attraction, although this love, and the woman who is really feminine in spirit kisses for inspiration, as a child kisses his girlfriend, as the kisses of fairy tales. The first type of kiss comes from areas below and tends to them, while the second comes from above and tends upward. The same can happen with sex. These are often in most people, even when there is love, the result of natural instincts, the result of sexual attraction, it should in fact be the result of a higher inspiration integral unit, return to the origin, fusion with the beautiful, the result of supernatural inspiration. For something we are humans and not animals, humans with animal higher aspirations and not determined by nature, right? If you come an alien, a being from another planet with human traits, but absent of sex, ie gender, that was neither male nor female, and if I fall in love with him because of its beauty and its virtues, if my eroticism succumb to his power, though he saw God show through through his being, would like to maintain bodily contact with him and kiss him on the mouth and be loyal and that our link is unique: no friends, because friendship involves several friends and not exclusive. Yes, I would like to maintain a romantic relationship with that partner extraterrestrial human traits, being asexual, absent any gender, neither male nor female.
Although heterosexuality, bisexuality and homosexuality did not seem appropriate, because of their ideological background and its restrictive sexual primacy of natural character that governs relationships and romance, which should be governed by the idyllic love fruit of pure inspiration, erotic, respect for people who are well and have chosen to remain in these situations, because every human being deserves to be treated with respect, understanding and love. Situations should not be forced, high ideals should not be imposed, since otherwise they would imposts, false and not authentic, because every human being is in a different stage of evolution that is required as part of the process of making a subsequent promotion and improvement in other areas of reality. Everything must be free flowing, spontaneous, no pressure, everything has meaning and is the cosmic sense that we understand better the situation of each person in the world.
is often said that men have the ability to separate sexual desire from love and that women mostly do not have this "ability." No But my being believes that this ability to separate the two elements is not a "skill", but the result of a deviation. Why? Because it involves the disintegration of the global unity of being, internal breakdown, decay and bifurcation of the elements that blend in perfect unity by unifying central axis, thanks to the top of the hierarchy pyramid, thanks to the Divine Unity, which is love and therefore unify rather than divide, rather than disharmonize harmony. Separate sexual desire of love involves breaking the mirror, breaking it in two, distort it, implies that being an integral and indivisible is polarized, be dissociated. It also means the birth of desire sex, this is conceived to be forged, since as long as indissolubly united in love by love, being inherent in all the other elements and not to relax its origin in divorce, not sexual desire, since there will be acquired an individual who separated from everything and define, let him do what he is, in the dust. Similarly, when we were all one in being, the individual self in Sofia did not exist, this being the result of a fall, the Fall: individuality is the result of the original fall and sexuality is the result of the fall is given by the decay of elements in nature should be insoluble in the unit falling in love through love. I also believe that my feeling is even more feminine than most women in some ways, finding the elements that make me feel inherently linked together and not being able to divide. It is in this specific sense more feminine than usual because it detaches the elements still to a lesser extent than they usually do most women, finding nearly all the items I feel bound, even in the eyes of others appear be of different natures and even incompatible. Not distinguish between worship him, aesthetic appreciation, eroticism, the drive to express an emotion and bodily contact, tenderness, spiritual experience, etc., all of a single undivided reality in my being.
distrust of Freudian psychoanalysis, because I consider character and chthonic Dionysian rather than Apollonian and Uranus, dark instead of light. I believe that the belief that falling in love is merely the result of the sublimation of sexual attraction is a false myth of materialistic nature. It is the sexual attraction, rather, that is the result of a breakdown of items that should be fused, be inherent to each other, be insoluble through the love that unites the magical entity of infatuation.
also believe that the terms "heterosexual", "bisexual" and "homosexual" are the product of a male perspective, from a strictly patriarchal vision corresponds to a typically male sexual feeling and not to feel it really feminine, which is of a different nature and feelings are bound to have priority. If the feminine spirit depended on the terms that exist are: heteroenamoradizo, bienamoradizo and homoenamoradizo.
My reason is not working well, I'm not working thinking. At me everything is pure feeling, pure intuition, and when I write not right: only permit a cumulative force down inside of me through my being, through my pulse pounding in the physical hands and bodily movement that reflect written at a concrete level what you read: when the Word became flesh, when the idea takes shape, the climax being the matter of the spirit at the same time herald. Similarly idyllic love works when it is true.
That strange inspiration that comes over me from head to toe and that I can not sleep at night, that I cohabit unheard daimon leads me to the creation and dream eludes me time and space, so I do not remember the dates of important events or birthdays of my friends, and I usually miss exams. Not allow me to concentrate when reading, so I read slowly, ten pages an hour, unable to read more than one book a month. Decelerator requires that the intensity must decrease interior in which I sink disconnecting from the outside world. My apologies for exotic love misunderstood by society today would hold up better if you read three books a month and handle greater knowledge. I know that for a word to be sensitive enough, but most require great explanations.
Y for the uninitiated: I allude to the unit when I refer to God and when I refer to Beauty I mean one of the main attributes of God.
Gastañeta
By Sofia Tudela.
