During the last months I have only received letters, messages, news, and feelings that express sadness, pain, suffering, despair, misunderstanding or loneliness. And I would like to remind you not to forget the loved ones who have left on a journey with no return; back to a spiritual world where they can rest until we meet them again. We just have to remember the happy moments, the loving details, the gifts received, the signs of love, the trips, the parties, the teachings and the days full of light that we have been able to share in order to feel united with them, but letting them fly free as the wind towards a world full of sun, hope, wisdom, where it can be discovered that we do not die forever, because we are bound by unbreakable ties of ETERNAL LOVE.
Have you ever been curious to know how an open-heart surgery is performed?
I am… As I have expressed on other occasions, I am very curious. I have read that an open-heart surgery can last between three and six hours, that it is a complicated procedure to perform but that it can save many lives and with modern medicine the risk of dying in an open-heart surgery is minimal. While reading about the operation, I put my right hand on my chest impressed, since to perform an operation directly on the center of the universe of the human body, THE HEART IS COMPLETELY EXPOSED TO THE VISION OF THE DOCTOR.
I have heard many different definitions of the word love. I have read a variety of books that define the word love. I have seen many videos of people who claim to have the precise meaning of the word love. All affirm that their definition is true and then they disprove themselves by making a series of contradictions when speaking or expressing with corporal movements the meaning of the word love. For me, the word love is not defined by concepts, laboratory tests or scientific methods, since love is a feeling that lives with the soul and is always demonstrated in all places where those that I care for are nearby.
Someone has asked me to write a bit about me. About how I am inspired to write my books. About how I prepare to speak in public, to give motivational talks, or even give Sunday school classes on lessons on a specific topic. It took me a little time to decide to do it and I decided to start talking about the first book I ever wrote. I hope I have not exceeded in the length of what you wanted because this publication is a bit long, but I would like you to read it in full and enjoy it.
During my youth, I was living in a place called Pueblo Nuevo Suchitepéquez, a small town inhabited mostly by indigenous people, who were almost all Mayan descendants. I was a very outgoing child, totally different from who I am now. Despite my young age I already knew how to make bread; because I liked to spend long hours in the bakery that was behind the house where I use to live. I used to love it, making bread and especially taking care of it as it was baking, since its smell was fascinating to me; to such a degree that I could spend long hours there without feeling tired. I also enjoyed the long walks I took through the streets of the town, every time my sister, my guardian, who at the time I lived with, left to attend the school that was in another town near where we lived.
Have you ever imagined, how it would feel to live in a silent world? I think that more than one of us has experienced the desire of wanting to silence people, so that they would stop talking or stop listening to the noise around them, as we have also forgotten the value that family has, the health of our body, the time we share with our loved ones. People who have lost one of their senses have learned to sharpen the others they possess and feel more with the heart, which allows them to perceive the world from a more human perspective, valuing everything they have around them. If each human being learned to recognize that everything around us has a divine origin and we learned to give thanks every day for the privilege of living and loving everything we do and have, we could hear all the sounds around us with joy and gratitude.
So beautiful! Is the movement of the water, when I touch it with the tip of my finger; circles that open and grow away from me.
When we fall in love with someone we like; We are careful, striving to do everything that pleases the other person. Trying not to make mistakes that hurt our partner’s feelings. As human beings we are always yearning for what we do not have, that is why we fight have the love of the person we like returned, striving to reach their heart. For the possibility to be able to have them by our side. But when we have already achieved it, we are bound to make mistakes. We give more value to what we have lost than to what we have, even though in many occasions we are not even sure that it has really been ours. One of the main mistakes we make is that we stop caring about what our loved one likes, wants or needs. And we began to act as our brothers, uncles, parents, friends or neighbors would; forgetting to live our life to be a part of the life of the other. To live as a couple. With which we become copiers that after having conquered the love of the loved one, we dedicate ourselves to losing it day after day by our actions. Because without realizing it, we lose ourselves, by feeling frustrated or confused. And if we do not react in time we can lose the opportunity to be happy; because if we are not happy with ourselves we cannot make anyone else happy. All therefore by simply ceasing to be authentic and original.
I’m a copier! And I copy everything that I see
I’m a copier! Of dreams, delusions, triumphs and failures.
When will I learn! That love always hurts.
When will I understand! That to love you, I must be real
and not just a faithful copy of any portrait.