<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18327397</id><updated>2024-10-06T21:14:49.206-07:00</updated><category term="existencia"/><category term="Meditacion"/><category term="espejos"/><category term="Dinámica"/><category term="Prem Trancitas"/><category term="Ma Aniba"/><category term="Ma Deva Atha"/><category term="Ma prem azotes"/><category term="Buda Jais"/><category term="Jassiba"/><category term="Prem Farolito"/><title type='text'>Crónicas de un Sannyasin de Osho</title><subtitle type='html'>EL AQUI Y EL AHORA</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09339266817373930270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VqBJmZZKpwmvd1R7Lzbyz1qm-uga11qbidz9vZz4q4FqJJ2g2drbTErpazACNm0vcz01a41er4f0HuT6mQG4MSmG1uJcBcVygw3v7IGAWIrowICIUbb-_g8a9Z23oTA/s220/foto3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>287</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18327397.post-4069872084896305275</id><published>2017-06-16T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2017-06-16T19:35:18.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El self como uso</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;El self no es mas que el uso, es la representaci&amp;#243;n inhumana y maquinista de la sociedad, uso social de la costumbre o tradici&amp;#243;n sin meditaci&amp;#243;n de fondo.&lt;/p&gt;
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Ella se acerca despues de terminada la dinamica y le dice si le gusto, el pregunta dudando si es sobre la dinamica, ella rie y niega, es sobre ella y su tanga. El sonrojado afirma. Ella le dice qu esta muy calinte y quiere ir al hotel. En el camino y a pedido de ella realizan fantas&amp;#237;as.&lt;/p&gt;
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Won&#39;t you say something against them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Osho&lt;/b&gt; - Of course, I am going to say a lot against    them. And I will have to say it because the capitalists have also played    a basic role in creating class conflicts. In fact, the man who becomes    wealthy soon begins to think that he belongs to a different world --    different from the rest of the society. This is utterly wrong; no man    becomes great by amassing wealth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;By amassing wealth no one gets to the    top of the world. If a man paints a picture, he does not get to the top    of the world. A sculptor does not think that he is great, but a rich man    thinks himself to be high and mighty. And as long as a rich man goes on    feeding his ego with riches, he will arouse the jealousy of the poor;    this is inevitable. I said yesterday that the jealousy of the poor is    being aroused and inflamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Fifty percent of the responsibility for the poor man&#39;s jealousy belongs    to poverty; another fifty percent belongs to the ego of the poor man&#39;s    rich neighbor. The rich man will have to give up his arrogance.   Production of wealth should be his joy. But if he inflates his ego with    wealth and thinks himself to be superior to others, to be a demigod,    then it is inevitable that the masses around him will do everything to    pull him down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Really, wealth should not become a means to gratify the ego. On the    contrary, the more wealth a man has, the more humble and egoless he    should be. He should be egoless because he has gone through the    abundance of wealth and found that nothing is gained by gaining wealth.    Buddha and Mahavira were sons of the rich, but they renounced riches and    walked away. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Once Buddha was camping in a village that belonged to some other state    than his father&#39;s. The ruler of that state came to see him, and he said,    &quot;I have come to remonstrate with you. Are you crazy? Why did you give up    your palace, your riches, and the grandeur and glory associated with    them? This is crazy! I beseech you to give up this craziness. You marry    my daughter, and become heir to my state; my daughter is my only child.    Give up the monk&#39;s robe and manage the affairs of my kingdom.&quot; Buddha    said, &quot;The kingdom that I left behind is larger than yours. Now don&#39;t    tempt me.&quot; Then the king asked, &quot;What is it that made you leave your    kingdom?&quot; and   Buddha answered, &quot;I realized that I had everything and yet there was an    emptiness inside me which wealth could not fill.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;My vision is that it is difficult for a poor man to drop his ego because    he does not know that even after having riches one has nothing. But the    rich man&#39;s ego should go. He alone is truly rich who has come to realize    that he has everything -- riches and mansions, cars and everything that    riches bring -- yet there is something inside him which is utterly    empty. If you fill that emptiness with wealth, you become egoistic,    arrogant. And if you see that emptiness with clarity, against the    background of riches, then egolessness arises. If the rich man gives up    his ego, it will be easier for the poor to shed his jealousy. But if the    rich remain abundantly egoistic and arrogant, then the poor are left    with nothing but Jealousy and bitterness to nurse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The arrogance of the rich provides an opportunity to the politician to    fan the jealousy of the poor. And when the politician does so, the rich    man becomes more arrogant in defense. He seeks to defend his ego, what    he calls his prestige, in various ways. But these ways are dangerous;    they only add fuel to the fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;No, if the country has to be rich, it is urgent that class conflict be    reduced and eliminated. And this is the responsibility of the rich --    much more than that of the poor, because the poor man&#39;s jealousy is very    natural while it is unnatural on the part of the rich to be egoistic.    While the poor man&#39;s jealousy is real, the ego of the rich is irrational    and unreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I remember a small story. There is a hospital inside a jail with a    hundred beds where sick prisoners are kept for treatment. Like the    prisoners, their beds are also numbered. The number one bed is allotted    to the prisoner who is a little hefty and enjoys the favor of the jail    authorities. The second bed goes to one with less influence with the    authorities. The prisoner on bed number one hundred thinks himself to be    a nobody, a nonentity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The man on bed number one is chained to his cot like the others, but he    has an air of arrogance about him, the arrogance of being somebody. His    bed is close to the window. Rising from his bed every morning he looks    out and says, &quot;What a beautiful morning!&quot; And all the other prisoners    feel humbled before him. They think him to be the most fortunate man and    feel jealous of him. And the prisoner in bed number one goes on talking.    Sometimes he praises the grandeur of the full moon in the sky, at other    times he describes the beauty and smell of the various flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;By and by the number one bed becomes the most coveted bed of the    hospital, the object of ninety-nine prisoners&#39; desires and dreams. The    fellow prisoners tell the occupant of the number one bed, &quot;You are the    most fortunate one among us; you must have earned it in your previous    lives,&quot; but in their heart of hearts they pray for his death. And    whenever he has a heart attack -- occupants of bed number one often    suffer from heart troubles -- it sends a wave of joy among his fellow    prisoners and they begin to look forward to the time when he will die.    But he survives, because people like him die with difficulty. And when    he is a little better, he begins again his hymns of praise to the    splendor of the world beyond the window.   At long last the prisoner in bed number one dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;His death sends a wave of joy among the ninety-nine prisoners, each of    whom aspires for his bed. A contest starts -- as it happens in Delhi    after the death of the &quot;number one&quot; man. A mad race is on. They flatter    the officials of the jail to win their favor. They even bribe them. And    ultimately the prisoner offering the largest bribe wins the race. The    winner is overjoyed and soon occupies the coveted bed. And the first    thing he does after occupying it is to inspect his state and    surroundings. This is what one does after becoming the president of the    country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;As the new occupant looks out the window, all his joys vanish    into thin air. He is utterly disappointed to see that there is nothing    except the massive outer wall of the prison. There is no sky, no    sunrise, no flowers, no song of the birds -- nothing of those joys that    his predecessor had gleefully talked about for years. And now he is in    great difficulty -- how to say that there is nothing? And do you know    what he said to his fellow prisoners?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;He said, &quot;Hey guys, how fortunate I am! The sun is rising, the flowers    are blooming and the birds are singing.&quot; And again the rest of the    prisoners say outwardly, &quot;How fortunate you are,&quot; and secretly pray for    his death as well.&lt;br /&gt;
I have also heard that this hospital has been there for hundreds of    years, and for hundreds of years the same drama is being played again    and again. And up to now no prisoner in bed number one has gathered    enough courage to say the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The man getting to the top of the ladder of wealth should gather courage    to say that though he has amassed wealth, he has not found his soul, he    has not known the truth, he has not experienced love. In fact, he should    realize the utter poverty of his being and say it. Then he will cease to    be the pillar of ego that he is -- and, with the cessation of ego, he    will also cease to inflame the jealousy of the poor. If class conflict    has to be removed, the rich man will have to drop his arrogance and come    down from his imaginary height.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Man does not become great because of wealth. A clerk in an office is not    small because he is a clerk. To be really human is altogether different.    It comes with the richness of being, which has nothing to do with outer    richness. And the man who has no respect for this inner richness harms    the society in many ways. The rich man should know that wealth does not    make for inner richness. He should also know that God resides within the    poor too. He has not to look down upon the poor man as if he is an    animal. Only then we will extinguish the fire of class conflict. And    this fire can be extinguished. And the country can engage itself in    creativity, in the production of wealth, only if class conflict    disappears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Source - Osho Book &quot;Beware of Socialism&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/feeds/1822958849410650976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18327397/1822958849410650976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/1822958849410650976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/1822958849410650976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/2012/03/what-you-say-goes-in-support-of.html' title='Capitalists.'/><author><name>Anando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09339266817373930270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VqBJmZZKpwmvd1R7Lzbyz1qm-uga11qbidz9vZz4q4FqJJ2g2drbTErpazACNm0vcz01a41er4f0HuT6mQG4MSmG1uJcBcVygw3v7IGAWIrowICIUbb-_g8a9Z23oTA/s220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18327397.post-9026210536744313368</id><published>2012-02-08T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T19:00:35.215-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="existencia"/><title type='text'>Entre New ages y el mercado del amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6aa84f; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Últimamente no aguanto a los New Ages, se la pasan hablando de amor, pero por la existencia si no saben que es el amor. Lo venden en cursos, terapias y demás estulticias, pero de verdad que los que compran eso están perdidos. &lt;br /&gt;
Recuerdo una historia que está en el Quran en el Sura de la Cueva, es la historia de Moisés y khidr y va así:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;es-ES&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Moisés le dijo: ¿Puedo seguirte para que me enseñes de ese conocimiento (guía y el camino verdadero)&amp;nbsp; que  se te ha enseñado? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;es-ES&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Dijo (khidr): Verdaderamente no podrás tener paciencia  conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;es-ES&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;y como puedes tener paciencia acerca de algo que no conoces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;es-ES&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Moises le respondió: Si Dios quiere me encontraras paciente y no te desobedeceré en nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;es-ES&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;es-ES&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Khidr: Entonces sígueme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;es-ES&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;es-ES&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Encontraron un barco de pescadores, Khidr subió y le hizo un agujero y el barco comenzó a hundirse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;es-ES&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Moisés protesto y Khidr le dijo: ¿Qué no te dije que no me tendrías paciencia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;es-ES&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;es-ES&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Siguieron caminando y encontraron a un joven en el camino, a continuación Khidr saco un cuchillo y lo mato. Moisés asustado reclamó que como era posible que hubiera asesinado a un niño.&lt;br /&gt;
Khidr le dijo que si no podía tener paciencia que mejor se fuera, que nunca podría entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;es-ES&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;es-ES&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Llegaron a un pueblo, pidieron agua en una casa pero se las negaron, Khidr vio que un muro de la misma se estaba cayendo y comenzó a repararla sin pedir nada a cambio, termino y se fue.&lt;br /&gt;
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Moisés estaba fuera de si, lo que había visto contradecía los mismos mandamientos, ante los reclamos khidr explico a Moisés lo que este no había visto: Los pescadores saldrían esa tarde a pescar, pero habían llegado unos piratas y los tomarían como esclavos, y como eran gente bondadosa Dios le había ordenado hacer el oyó para que no fueran esclavizados.&lt;br /&gt;
El joven estaba a punto de perderse y como su padre era un hombre realmente puro se le ordeno matar al joven antes que este se perdiera para siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;es-ES&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;En la casa vivían unos niños huérfanos, el muro estaba a punto de caerse y al hacerlo dejaría ver un tesoro que los padres habían guardado para los niños pero los tíos lo descubrirían y los dejarían en la ruina, así cuando los niños fueran mayores derribarían el muro y encontrarían el dinero que habían dejado sus padres para ellos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Claro para los new ages esto es imposible, es mas ni siquiera entenderán el amor escondido en ciertas acciones. Su amor es mas una conveniencia y un evadirse del verdadero amor, Su amor es solo mercado y mercachifle.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;es-ES&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/feeds/9026210536744313368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18327397/9026210536744313368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/9026210536744313368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/9026210536744313368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/2012/02/ultimamente-no-aguanto-los-new-ages-se.html' title='Entre New ages y el mercado del amor'/><author><name>Anando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09339266817373930270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VqBJmZZKpwmvd1R7Lzbyz1qm-uga11qbidz9vZz4q4FqJJ2g2drbTErpazACNm0vcz01a41er4f0HuT6mQG4MSmG1uJcBcVygw3v7IGAWIrowICIUbb-_g8a9Z23oTA/s220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18327397.post-2927904156881538153</id><published>2012-02-04T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T12:05:37.046-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dinámica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="existencia"/><title type='text'>Yo no soy un mesías</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;Yo no soy un mesías, no soy un misionero. no estoy aquí para establecer una iglesia o para dar una doctrina al mundo, una nueva religión, no. mi esfuerzo es totalmente diferente: una nueva conciencia no una nueva religión, una nueva conciencia no una nueva doctrina. ¡ya basta de doctrinas, ya basta de religiones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;el hombre necesita una nueva conciencia. y la única forma de traer conciencia es continuar martilleando por todos lados para que, poco a poco, pedazos de tu mente se vayan desprendiendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;la estatua de un buda está oculta en ti. ahora mismo eres una roca. si sigo martilleando, tallando pedazos, poco a poco el buda emergerá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;Osho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;Pero las personas buscan un guru, alguien que las guíe, hablan de amor pero son sus mismas pendejadas y tranzas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;Se desilucionaron del dios cristiano de amor y ahora buscan sus sustitutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;Y luego salen estafados me cae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/feeds/2927904156881538153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18327397/2927904156881538153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/2927904156881538153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/2927904156881538153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/2012/02/yo-no-soy-un-mesias.html' title='Yo no soy un mesías'/><author><name>Anando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09339266817373930270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VqBJmZZKpwmvd1R7Lzbyz1qm-uga11qbidz9vZz4q4FqJJ2g2drbTErpazACNm0vcz01a41er4f0HuT6mQG4MSmG1uJcBcVygw3v7IGAWIrowICIUbb-_g8a9Z23oTA/s220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18327397.post-7374813384812935610</id><published>2012-01-30T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:10:32.662-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dinámica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="existencia"/><title type='text'>La verdad si uno no medita todo se complica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;La verdad si uno no medita todo se complica, el viejito les&amp;nbsp;decía&amp;nbsp;siempre a los Sannyasins que su única obligación, por&amp;nbsp;así&amp;nbsp;decirlo, era meditar.&lt;br /&gt;
Y bueno, por supuesto no lo pelaron. Hoy las personas en todo el mundo buscan nuevas experiencias, pagan por tenerlas, como una vez&amp;nbsp;leí&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;había&amp;nbsp;una empresa en NY que cobraba para simular un secuestro y que los clientes vivieran esa experiencia,&amp;nbsp;había&amp;nbsp;varios niveles. Desde algo&amp;nbsp;rápido&amp;nbsp;hasta algo con golpes y si la cliente era mujer&amp;nbsp;incluía&amp;nbsp;una violación. Y tenía&amp;nbsp;éxito&amp;nbsp;la empresa hasta que la cerraron.&lt;br /&gt;
Lo mismo pasa ahora pero con otras experiencias, la gente paga por un taller de catarsis, de lloriqueos, de amor, de felicidad, de risa. O pagan por tener una experiencia&amp;nbsp;terapéutica.&lt;br /&gt;
En cierto modo es bueno esto porque ya no se paga por cosas materiales, una casa mas grande, nuevo auto, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Claro este sector aficionado a las experiencias es el que puede pagarlas, hay otros niveles que siguen pensando en tener mas y mas cosas, pero a la larga&amp;nbsp;ahí&amp;nbsp;van también.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Me queda claro que sin la&amp;nbsp;meditación&amp;nbsp;simplemente te pierdes.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/feeds/7374813384812935610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18327397/7374813384812935610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/7374813384812935610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/7374813384812935610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-verdad-si-uno-no-medita-todo-se.html' title='La verdad si uno no medita todo se complica'/><author><name>Anando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09339266817373930270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VqBJmZZKpwmvd1R7Lzbyz1qm-uga11qbidz9vZz4q4FqJJ2g2drbTErpazACNm0vcz01a41er4f0HuT6mQG4MSmG1uJcBcVygw3v7IGAWIrowICIUbb-_g8a9Z23oTA/s220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18327397.post-7260378154032606570</id><published>2011-10-29T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-08-11T19:45:08.958-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dinámica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="existencia"/><title type='text'>El tantra del amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;
La plaga sigue y sigue, bueno no es que esté cerrado al amor, que no lo estoy, pero de verdad que siempre que escucho hablar de amor en abstracto parece que me hablaran de disneylandia. Y luego más cuando me encuentro esa plaga, sobre todo mujeres, que hablan del amor como si alguien se los hubiera robado. Vamos hasta parece que fuera un narcótico pesado y que ahora luchan contra el bajón.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Y ahora hasta hacen de Osho - pobre viejito me cae- un santurrón tipo Mahatma Gandhi que te dice insuflisticamente que -la pasión solo es para reproducirse- uta como si fuéramos entes mono-celulares.&lt;/div&gt;
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Bueno el ridiculo de los ridiculos llega cuando hasta hacen cursos de tantra, ya no digo de untar el camarón siquiera, sino tantra asceticos. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;Que cosas veredes Sancho&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/feeds/7260378154032606570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18327397/7260378154032606570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/7260378154032606570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/7260378154032606570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/2011/10/el-tantra-del-amor.html' title='El tantra del amor'/><author><name>Anando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09339266817373930270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VqBJmZZKpwmvd1R7Lzbyz1qm-uga11qbidz9vZz4q4FqJJ2g2drbTErpazACNm0vcz01a41er4f0HuT6mQG4MSmG1uJcBcVygw3v7IGAWIrowICIUbb-_g8a9Z23oTA/s220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18327397.post-3437073783312477135</id><published>2011-07-19T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T09:53:49.966-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dinámica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="existencia"/><title type='text'>Falta de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;Algo sucede con las mujeres hoy en día, esa necesidad de amor solo la puedo entender como falta en ellas mismas de ese amor. Y junto a ello esa imposibilidad de salirse de su circunstancia. Simplemente ya no digo que estén aptas para el mundo del siglo XXI que no lo están. Menos todavía para encontrar ese amor. Han hecho del sexo un estorbo para el amor cuando es al&amp;nbsp;revés. Si esa semilla sexual nunca&amp;nbsp;podrán&amp;nbsp;encontrar ese amor que les falta.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/feeds/3437073783312477135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18327397/3437073783312477135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/3437073783312477135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/3437073783312477135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/2011/07/falta-de-amor.html' title='Falta de amor'/><author><name>Anando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09339266817373930270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VqBJmZZKpwmvd1R7Lzbyz1qm-uga11qbidz9vZz4q4FqJJ2g2drbTErpazACNm0vcz01a41er4f0HuT6mQG4MSmG1uJcBcVygw3v7IGAWIrowICIUbb-_g8a9Z23oTA/s220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18327397.post-4123387585034759032</id><published>2011-07-03T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:51:09.860-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="existencia"/><title type='text'>Este es el problema del hombre: amor y libertad.</title><content type='html'>Este es el problema del hombre: amor y libertad.&lt;br /&gt;
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Es  muy fácil elegir una -escoger el amor y desprenderse de la  liber­tad-,  pero entonces siempre estaréis acosados por la libertad y  ello &lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt; des­truirá vuestro amor. Dará la  impresión de que este va contra la  libertad, que es hostil a ella,  antagonista. ¿Cómo se puede abandonar la  libertad? No se puede hacer ni  siquiera por el amor. Poco a poco os  hartaréis del amor y empezaréis a  iros al otro extremo.&lt;br /&gt;
Un día  abandonaréis el amor y correréis hacia la libertad. Pero ¿cómo  se puede  vivir libres y sin amor? El amor es una gran necesidad. Ser  amado y amar  es casi una respiración espiritual. El cuerpo no puede  vivir sin aire, y  el espíritu no puede vivir sin amor.&lt;br /&gt;
De este modo uno se mueve  como un péndulo: de la libertad al amor, del  amor a la libertad. De esa  manera la rueda puede continuar durante  muchas vidas. Así es como ha  continuado. La llamamos la rueda de la  vida. No para de girar: los  mismos radios subiendo y bajando.&lt;br /&gt;
La liberación se produce cuando  se alcanza una síntesis entre el amor y  la libertad. Elegid la paradoja.  No escojáis las alternativas que os  ha dado la paradoja. Elegid toda la  paradoja. No escojáis uno, sino  ambos; elegid juntos. Adentraos en el  amor y permaneced libres.  Permaneced libres, pero jamás hagáis que  vuestra libertad se vuelva  antiamor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Osho.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/feeds/4123387585034759032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18327397/4123387585034759032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/4123387585034759032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/4123387585034759032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/2011/07/este-es-el-problema-del-hombre-amor-y.html' title='Este es el problema del hombre: amor y libertad.'/><author><name>Anando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09339266817373930270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VqBJmZZKpwmvd1R7Lzbyz1qm-uga11qbidz9vZz4q4FqJJ2g2drbTErpazACNm0vcz01a41er4f0HuT6mQG4MSmG1uJcBcVygw3v7IGAWIrowICIUbb-_g8a9Z23oTA/s220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18327397.post-639218051499440480</id><published>2011-07-03T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:26:19.536-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="existencia"/><title type='text'>if you love the Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;span data-jsid=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;text_exposed_root text_exposed&quot; id=&quot;id_4e10a4bc357a41893846345&quot;&gt;Osho  Says &quot;if you love the Master, a subtle silver cord arises between you  and the Master -- a very invisible phenomenon to others but very visible  to the disciple. He can almost touch it. You become joined together  with your Master from yo&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;ur navel. The  Master is your mother, the Master is your womb. And this umbilical cord,  this invisible silver cord, remains nursing you until you are ready and  the pregnancy is ripe, until you are ready to be reborn and you can  breathe on your own. The Master is a must. If you can find one you are  fortunate.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/feeds/639218051499440480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18327397/639218051499440480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/639218051499440480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/639218051499440480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-you-love-master.html' title='if you love the Master'/><author><name>Anando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09339266817373930270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VqBJmZZKpwmvd1R7Lzbyz1qm-uga11qbidz9vZz4q4FqJJ2g2drbTErpazACNm0vcz01a41er4f0HuT6mQG4MSmG1uJcBcVygw3v7IGAWIrowICIUbb-_g8a9Z23oTA/s220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18327397.post-4605597416416641861</id><published>2011-07-03T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:26:37.623-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="existencia"/><title type='text'>Osho says</title><content type='html'>&lt;span data-jsid=&quot;text&quot;&gt;Osho says &quot;The transfer between a master and a disciple is  exactly like the transfer between a lover and the beloved. The lover  initiates, but the beloved becomes the womb. The lover initiates,  starts, and the beloved completes it. Then the&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;  child is born. The child neither belongs to the father alone nor to the  mother alone: it belongs to both. The father started, the mother  completed it. Between the master and the disciple something exactly like  that is happening. Whatsoever I am saying here, if you just try to  understand it from the outside, you will miss. It is not for outsiders,  it is only for insiders. Hence my insistence for sannyas. Sannyas is  just a gesture that you have become part of my family, that you are  married with me, that now we can take the responsibility of a child,  that we can father and mother a child -- a new being is possible.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/feeds/4605597416416641861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18327397/4605597416416641861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/4605597416416641861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/4605597416416641861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/2011/07/osho-says.html' title='Osho says'/><author><name>Anando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09339266817373930270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VqBJmZZKpwmvd1R7Lzbyz1qm-uga11qbidz9vZz4q4FqJJ2g2drbTErpazACNm0vcz01a41er4f0HuT6mQG4MSmG1uJcBcVygw3v7IGAWIrowICIUbb-_g8a9Z23oTA/s220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18327397.post-821190797064114571</id><published>2011-03-26T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T08:44:58.635-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="existencia"/><title type='text'>divertimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;No pues si, cuando se impone el sentido de la derecha ya todo acabó, algo que me gustó de Osho, y digo de aquellos tiempos es que juntaba una rebeldía que daba cabida al camíno espiritual a aquellos que sencillamente les cagaba la derecha. Hoy a 20 años de muerto esta parte ha regresado- si es que algún día se fue. Y vaya que regresó en discursos pseudopositivistas del perdon: Recuerdo una vez a un judio que me decia: nosostros perdonamos pero no olvidamos. Y esa es la clave de la modernidad. No olvidar. Porque si olvidas ya que caso tiene lo demás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;Perdon para los que se iluminaron y luego me vienen con peroratas dignas de una telenovela barata mexicana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Por cierto queria subir una imagen pero Zemanta no funciona en esta latitud, o al menos en mi blog. Chale!!!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/feeds/821190797064114571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18327397/821190797064114571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/821190797064114571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/821190797064114571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/2011/03/divertimentos.html' title='divertimentos'/><author><name>Anando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09339266817373930270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VqBJmZZKpwmvd1R7Lzbyz1qm-uga11qbidz9vZz4q4FqJJ2g2drbTErpazACNm0vcz01a41er4f0HuT6mQG4MSmG1uJcBcVygw3v7IGAWIrowICIUbb-_g8a9Z23oTA/s220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18327397.post-7431460442872978155</id><published>2011-03-26T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:25:00.214-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dinámica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="existencia"/><title type='text'>Banned o el infierno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYyxnFFlojRBwCnYmEpLxNPlbcWU0nQ_avRaOI7I0vA2o7EOZxAejdPWq7BYfwI7F9oodIWTjrNRnfDI_0uSofF9lWT_H6ewSQmsmg4mGJlKZarlMb1MtTu4BmiZtxYYizAfh/s1600/rebel_01.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYyxnFFlojRBwCnYmEpLxNPlbcWU0nQ_avRaOI7I0vA2o7EOZxAejdPWq7BYfwI7F9oodIWTjrNRnfDI_0uSofF9lWT_H6ewSQmsmg4mGJlKZarlMb1MtTu4BmiZtxYYizAfh/s1600/rebel_01.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Cuando a uno le pasa pues le pasa, sencillamente así es, la otra es jugar al lamer el culo, y ceñirse a reglas idiotas impuesta por la mafia.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/feeds/7431460442872978155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18327397/7431460442872978155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/7431460442872978155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/7431460442872978155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/2011/03/banned-o-el-infierno.html' title='Banned o el infierno'/><author><name>Anando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09339266817373930270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VqBJmZZKpwmvd1R7Lzbyz1qm-uga11qbidz9vZz4q4FqJJ2g2drbTErpazACNm0vcz01a41er4f0HuT6mQG4MSmG1uJcBcVygw3v7IGAWIrowICIUbb-_g8a9Z23oTA/s220/foto3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYyxnFFlojRBwCnYmEpLxNPlbcWU0nQ_avRaOI7I0vA2o7EOZxAejdPWq7BYfwI7F9oodIWTjrNRnfDI_0uSofF9lWT_H6ewSQmsmg4mGJlKZarlMb1MtTu4BmiZtxYYizAfh/s72-c/rebel_01.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18327397.post-6692756018636194662</id><published>2011-01-11T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:36:33.521-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="existencia"/><title type='text'>The Tibetan Book of the Dead - The Great Liberation</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id=VideoPlayback src=http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-8431479145042800008&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=true style=width:400px;height:326px allowFullScreen=true allowScriptAccess=always type=application/x-shockwave-flash&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/feeds/6692756018636194662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18327397/6692756018636194662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/6692756018636194662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18327397/posts/default/6692756018636194662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sannyacrosho.blogspot.com/2011/01/tibetan-book-of-dead-great-liberation.html' title='The Tibetan Book of the Dead - The Great Liberation'/><author><name>Anando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09339266817373930270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VqBJmZZKpwmvd1R7Lzbyz1qm-uga11qbidz9vZz4q4FqJJ2g2drbTErpazACNm0vcz01a41er4f0HuT6mQG4MSmG1uJcBcVygw3v7IGAWIrowICIUbb-_g8a9Z23oTA/s220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18327397.post-2094234980907639058</id><published>2011-01-02T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-08-11T19:51:26.768-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="existencia"/><title type='text'>El sexo y la flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;El sexo es la semilla, el amor es la flor, la compasión es la fragancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;-Osho-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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