A Guide For The Wedding Dance

SARAH IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS

SARAH IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS

"V ages and their diseases have become ways of life now: the exhaustion, depression, agitation, the complex of inferiority, impatience, aggression ... the fear, anguish (...) It is painful to note how many men are reduced to nothing, compared what could be (...) The Crowd and Mass replace the individual consciousness. " So Pierre Daco. Even before Ronald D. Laing, with his ever present "No one today, man or woman can start to think, feel or act if not the basis of his alienation (....) Humanity is estranged from his real possibility." not only: "... if the mind is the soul, the soul is the world of experience, as Aristotle says, it makes us afraid. We do not want too much or too many varieties. We are reduced to the perception and imagination earthly no dreams in color ... "

fact is that, for the dress Cioran: "... the crowd ... is incapable of understanding the relationship between the idea of \u200b\u200bemptiness and feeling of freedom (...) always confuse appearance and substance" . Yes, the one who is awake in us is your 'person' (as almost everyone we know is Latin for 'mask' or 'actor'), while sleeping what is our 'essence' , the true nature (the essence is as multifaceted as a diamond and, indeed, in its 'essence' is nearly 'spherical'). You are the mask and you are an actor, but the director who is he? You should be you! It should also be the writer, do not tell the manufacturer (yes, I know, you lack the money to finance the 'film' of your life, but you've got some talent, perhaps even buried ...).

Continuing with the 'loan' from my Get NLP with Spirit! and What is NLP ? (the latter coming for Sovera), every dysfunctional cognitive-behavioral our same malaise ( depression, anxiety, fears, phobias ) derives from the (mis) that we're just 'people': actors playing a precise role in this world and spend most of their lives lying pretending and hiding behind their 'social mask'.

"The buildings are sick, the institutions are sick ... The world has become so toxic ... And in his crazy, therapy, emphasizing the inner soul and ignoring the soul that is out of ... read blindly a credere di curare il mondo esterno rendendo migliore la gente.” È vero: cento anni di psicoterapia e il mondo va sempre peggio (e se lo dice Hillman...). E questo perché c’è l’anima individuale e c’è l’ anima mundi: le cause del tuo mal-essere sono in te e fuori di te. Il tuo ben-essere non dipende solo dall’essere un individuo ‘realizzato’, ma anche da come ti relazioni agli altri e al mondo. Per dirla ‘con filosofia’, tre sono le strutture dell’esistenza: ‘essere-nel-mondo’ ( Umwelt ), ‘esserci-con’ ( Mitwelt ) e ‘mondo proprio’ ( Eigenwelt ); ossia, il tuo rapporto con l’ambiente, con gli altri e con te stesso. Ebbene, tutt’e tre queste strutture esistenziali ( anima mundi, genius loci e anima sui ) devono essere curate, riguardate ed, eventualmente, resettate.

“Siamo esseri gettati nel mondo”, per dirla con Sartre e Heidegger. Siamo da un lato liberi dall’altro schiavi. Schiavi, perché così condizionati (genetica, ereditarietà, ambiente, sliding doors… ) as to be almost programmed: it is as if in our hardware - the mind - you would marry dozens of 'pirated files'. These 'neural patterns' become our 'maps', the representative models of the world, but seedlings are deficient, there are all the 'places' ( "the map is not the territory" ).

Not only that, but we tend to generalize , focus, or cancel distort what we see, hear and feel: use of 'filters' with which we interpret our experiences. These maps, once stored in our brains, become the 'road map' that we use to track the 'path' of our existence. In short - how to write in my "Take the GNP with spirit!" - we confuse our "model of reality with reality itself.

Yes, indeed, often the causes are external - environmental (air pollution, the work environment is not well lit and ventilated area, paint the furniture ...) and social (your speakers are boring, oppressive , stressful, not very motivating) - and yet something from your 'inland sea' is coming to the surface and, surfacing, will cause annoyance, inconvenience. And if the 'bubbles' are great they turn the 'boat' ...

Yes, as noted by Raffaele Morelli, the noted psychotherapist media: "In reality, something unknown sends me anxiety, depression, 'insomnia: something that comes out of my depth, my depths ... While I am opposed and seeking the causes, the disease gets worse ... Something inside me does not want my reasoning ... He just wants an energy flooding your unknown, wants to take me elsewhere ... "

Yes, your discomfort is a whisper (or a piercing scream ...) of the soul that wants to give indications about a new way forward. Or is it a 'street' alternative that your subconscious mind (the consciousness is just the tip of the iceberg) had to find to vent all your life energy (if the discomfort is concealed by the law of the family clan dell'omertà then ' solidifies' in 'fixations' and ' obsessions' - at least - and if 'mined' from previous' violations invasive '(dating back to childhood abuse, persistent and perhaps even' allowed '), can 'explode' when someone (even 'close' or 'next', as Sara), invades the 'land mine'.

We all have our little foibles and fixations, or a light occasional anxiety. What makes the difference, which makes them borderline (from "excessive emotional experience"), is their number: when they start to limit the daily performance or give too (if only for a few moments) a direction too 'special'. And then, one can not always speak of personality disorder: often it is just a bit of character traits' too emphasized. As observed by Michael Serra, the mass-media: "I believe that 'misery' is the keyword. Each year in our normal sub-zero winter becomes 'polar ice' and any normal summer heat becomes 'hot record' ... If every discomfort becomes 'emergency', each being sick becomes a 'disease'. " Maybe it's just a 'pimple' ... In any case, if you want to take away the 'neo'.

In any case, as it turns, the 'is not a man to be' unique '.

"The most big mistake is to believe that man has permanent units. A man is never a . He continually changes. Rarely stays the same, even for one hour. We think that a man named Ivan Ivan is always, but it is not. Now it's Ivan, another time it is Peter, and a minute later, Nicola, Sergio, Matthew, Simon, even though we all think it's always Ivan. You know that Ivan can not commit certain actions, such as lying, and now discover that Ivan has lied and you are all surprised that he, Ivan, was able to do this.

fact Ivan can not lie, it is Nicola who has lied and any occasion Nicola mentirà nuovamente, perché Nicola non può fare a meno di mentire. Rimarrete stupiti rendendovi conto della moltitudine di questi Ivan e Nicola che vivono in un solo uomo. Se imparerete ad osservarvi non avrete più bisogno di andare al cinema».

E ancora:

«Uno dei più gravi errori dell’uomo, quello che deve essergli costantemente ricordato, è la sua illusione riguardo al suo ‘Io’. L’uomo così come lo conosciamo, l’uomo macchina, l’uomo che non può ‘fare’, per il quale e attraverso il quale ”tutto accade”, non può have an 'I' permanent and unique. His 'I' change as fast as his thoughts, his feelings, his moods, and he makes a mistake when you consider deep as if they had one and the same person: in fact he is always a different person , it is never what was a first time ... The man has no 'I' permanent and unchanging. Every thought, every mood, every desire, every sensation says, 'I' ... (...) and the total man never expresses itself, for the simple reason that they exist as such ... A moment ago it was a thought, now is a desire, then a feeling, then another thought and so on, endlessly. Man is a plurality. The man's name is 'legion' .

So according to Gurdjieff, the man, as being single (but in many ways plural), not a given , but a process . If nothing else, assumes various roles , often in conflict with each other: they are, then, to 'speak' different 'parts' of personality (Virginia Satir speaks of "party party" ), freeing them from the conflict routine involving an inhibitory influence of peer support and overall dysfunction. Lead in this process of 'creation', not only will produce 'roles' that are functionally and effectively respond to situations in which you come to find, but especially to bring out your 'essence'. In this way, you can fulfill their potential as a man (and woman), with the 'skills' needed to mobilize all your powers and abilities: able, therefore, not only to reach the summit of the 'pyramid', but even of go further.

Man is a multitude of sub-personalities che scazzottano al suo interno (Assagioli), ossia (Gurdjieff) una ‘legione’ (ti ricordi del racconto dell’indemoniato di Gadara, nei Vangeli? Ne ha tratto spunto anche Ronnie Laing per delle riflessioni sull’uomo in ‘formazione’ – cioè facente parte di un gruppo, di una formazione – ma non necessariamente in ‘rotta’, ossia sulla direzione giusta: come i ‘porci’ di Gadara, nei quali finirono gli spiriti fuoriusciti dall’indemoniato. I porci, sia pure in ‘formazione’, finirono tutti annegati nel lago: non erano sulla giusta rotta… ).

Ma se c’è lo stagno, la palude, l’inferno (anche mediatico… E poi l’inferno non sono solo gli altri: come nel caso di zi’ Michele e Sabrina, il diavolo si nasconde nei dettagli. E la discesa in cantina – pardon all’inferno – è lastricata di buone intenzioni), c’è anche il paradiso, anche in fondo al pozzo… The sky with diamonds ( e sky – il cielo – non è una tivvù… ma un cinemascope in cui ciascuno diverrà attore, regista, produttore…).

Sarah in the sky with diamonds.

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LEGENDS - LEGENDS

OUR LADY OF Tizzoni

A few minutes walk from the hamlet of Brugaro Cravagliana rises a sanctuary in the countryside, near a few rural areas that were once stable support for pastors in the area, find a church in an area similar to Cravagliana is unusual because, although numerous, the shrines are located in villages, at least time, were home to countless families. The origin of the shrine dates back many years ago and to understand the origins of this place of faith we should put more to the legend that the official story.
It is said that once the two young shepherds were with their cattle in the pastures above Brugaro; young people involved were well known in the area because there were two guys who had the misfortune to be born dumb, and this was curious watch them spend their days as the actions typical of bright young people did not correspond either laughter or screams.
the day in question the two young men, while their cows graze, they began to gather dry twigs and weeds, with the intention of a bonfire, perhaps to clean the pasture or maybe just to pastime.
After the fire, however, the flames soon became unmanageable and spread quickly fueled by the wind, and immediately the panic took hold of the young, while the frightened cattle walked quickly toward the house. After trying in vain to douse the flames, the two realized that the fire was now everywhere and that nothing would be worth every effort, the only thing I felt to do was to pray to Our Lady looking for some help from above.
Immediately the boys did not noticed it since absorbed in prayer, but around them something inexplicable happened: the flames were extinguished. The children were petrified before the miracle, and they realized that they had been right in front of a pile of coals from which emanated a very strong light, from which appear in a few moments they saw a beautiful female figure, dressed in blue: it was the Madonna.
The figure began to speak, addressing the two young people and telling them to return to Brugaro, tell everyone what had happened and to tell everyone that they should build a shrine to the exact spot of the apparition, right on the firebrand had been in thanks and witness the miraculous event the result of the faith of the two shepherds. That said the apparition vanished quickly as he appeared, and the two ran toward the village and immediately realized that the apparition of the Madonna had led to another miracle: d’improvviso i due pastorelli ritrovarono l’uso della parola. La gioia fu indescrivibile e si trovarono a girare casa per casa a raccontare l’accaduto a tutta la popolazione che non ebbe dubbi a credere loro, soprattutto vedendo che i due avevano acquisito il dono della parola.
Così la gente tornò sui luoghi del miracolo, dove videro i segni del fuoco e trovarono il tizzone ancora acceso: da allora partirono i lavori che portarono la costruzione del Santuario intitolato alla Beata Vergine del Tizzone, partendo costruire tenendo come base il muro di una baita sul quale i primi avventori disegnarono un affresco raffigurante la Vergine Maria, che ancora oggi è il cuore del Santuario.

La Chiesa della Madonna del Tizzone, that historically seems to go back in mid-1500, is still today one of the most venerated by all the inhabitants of Cravagliana;
inside are housed hundreds of votive paintings that adorn the walls of the Church and are many signs of life Cravagliana people, through the representation of small miracles, healings, accidents and much more.

appointments for those wishing to visit the Church are for the third Sunday in May, when a celebration takes place during the day, evidence of the brotherhood between the people of Brugaro Cravagliana and those that, although separated into distinct Parishes , celebrate each year the union worship in the Sanctuary "miraculous."

Another event is scheduled for August 15, when each year the festival is held annually.

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THE STONE OF SANTO STEFANO

Winter in Alta Valsesia, was once a set of practices for the people who spent long hours between when it was dark and time to go to bed at this time family members and neighbors gathered in front of the fire, and while you adjust the rake of the waiting period of hay, one devoted to the story of small events of everyday life, walking distance of several complaints to the memory of people who have emigrated. All the while overall was occupied by snow and frost, which mitigate any noise falling across the valley in an impenetrable silence.

Legend has it that, in an unspecified past, homes Valmaggia country "parallel" but Cravagliana Grande Valley, during one of these evenings in the winter like many others, the discussion shifted to cover the Saints: More than one entry had reached Valmaggia of travelers who assured as in the City of Cravagliana, neighbors separated only by a mountain were experiencing repeated benefits, which resulted in miraculous events, thanks to the veneration of many saints in the Church Parish Cravagliana of, especially by St. Stephen.

These items did shake the people of Valmaggia a sort of jealousy, as a Valmaggia there were no relics to be venerated as a Cravagliana, thanks to the presence of the parish's oldest ValMastallone, there were, as there were miraculous events linked to them, at least according to rumors quickly spread up to Valmaggia. From these discussions emerged a proposal, that the inhabitants of Valmaggia considered the only possibility to have a saint to worship and from which to get the much-hoped-for benefits: steal the bust of St. Stephen by Cravagliana and carry up to Valmaggia.

Driven by strong motivation a group of people volunteered, heedless of the hardships that the company carried out in the middle of winter could lead to, so it was that one Sunday afternoon, the group reached Cravagliana, through the opening of the Faut (or nozzle Valmaggia) and down in the hamlet of Black Ca , going to church now. After making sure that the parish was deserted, took the bust of St. Stephen, hiding in a cloak, took him outside, going just on the way back.

crossed the Mastallone headed back to the nozzle Valgrande, en route to carry the stolen bust they realized something was very wrong: at each step increased the weight of the statue and the relic soon became impossible to carry. Repeated attempts were useless to proceed with the transport and, notwithstanding the right to tell them what it is improbable that this was happening, they decided to abandon the enterprise, then, after leaving the precious trunk at the foot of a beech tree, they headed Valmaggia, still stunned by the amazing episode. Once in Valmaggia realized for the failed and then a group of skeptics decided to return to retrieve the body, seen that move the statue from the foot of that beech was impossible for a few days many residents of Valmaggia tried it, but no even managed to shake up the Holy one step. Meanwhile, in

Cravagliana Sunday came and the faithful of the villages downstream of the town, go to the Mass, noted in the woods below the nozzle of a beech Valmaggia that while immersed in the white winter coat, looked green and lush and in full spring. This triggered a major surprise in people who had never seen such an image and ran to town to tell and looking for possible explanations. A Cravagliana the parish priest explained to them that such a thing could only be part of a miracle, perhaps yet another miracle of the beloved Santo Stefano convinced of this, the faithful went to church with the intention to pay homage with prayer The Ghost and it was at this moment that they realized the lack of the bust from its altar. After a few moments of confusion, there was organized to search for the statue and, in an attempt to reason about different causes of the disappearance, more than one person had the idea of \u200b\u200bconnecting with the disappearance of the inexplicable appearance of beech in full fogliatura. So many people left, almost in a procession, with the intention to reach the beech reached its destination was enormous joy to find, at the foot of the beech, the beloved statue in perfect condition, then drove in procession to return to Church of Santo Stefano Cravagliana the bust, that from that day was even more loved and revered by cravaglianesi whose deeds and enriched the voices of the country up to become a legend and come down to us.

The stone is a stone of St. Stephen's, located in a forest between the village and Canera Valmaggia nozzle, which was resting on the statue of Saint Stephen and that shows his imprint. The stone is where the legend indicates the presence of the beech tree that has contributed to the discovery of the relic.

The legend is reproduced in a fresco found in a chapel dedicated to St. Stephen's, located on the edge of the road at the former Provincial Poli factory, shortly before arriving at Cravagliana depicting the beech green surrounded by frost and procession of people of Cravagliana towards it in search of the precious statue.

Under an image of Santo Stefano ( here you can find the official story of the Holy Martyr), whose bust can be seen in the Parish Church of Cravagliana.