The “I’m Tired Project”

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” I’m Tired Project” (find them on different social medias).

I cannot believe it took me this long to hear about it. I have not read all their stories yet but I will get to read as many as I can. I have sent them an email asking if they had covered any stories about “I’m tired of people telling me that I’m broken because I don’t want to be in a relationship right now”, meaning: the great little assumptions people make when you are just an independent person with different goals, outside the box, and you hear “I need to FIX you with my friend”, and then it starts escalating to “or….can I just ask you something? Are you a homosexual?” (Which is an absurd assumption but it often comes out in conversations…), and closing with “then, you might want to see a doctor. I think you hame hormonal problems” (what?? Because I have chosen to not be in a relationship?)

I m an Anthropologist and Historian, besides been connected with the “energy world” (studying meditation and modalities of what people might call new age cults, including the pagan traditions of the past). Once, a mentor told me I was “normal”, and asked me “what are we? Are we the product our the words of our parents? Are we the product of what society shapes us into believing it is the framework of how each gender should be and behave like? Are you even allowing yourself to hear our own thoughts and voices? Don’t be afraid to break the box. Not all of us are meant to life inside of it”. This changed my life to be the additional strength I needed to cope with the world around me.

Love, as in the romantic sense, means very little to me because it has become shallow, …weak. Most people seek the ‘easy’ and not the ‘meaningful’. Most people seek a relationship because society tells them that it is what you should be doing. AT this point in time we are no longer an agricultural society that depends on procreating in order the survive. We are in a point where the individual can be its unique, independent self.

I invite people to check this project.

 

 

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Alchemy: brief meaning

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The evolution of the human mind. May people have the inaccurate idea that for thousands of years in the past we lived under the covers of ignorance. Although we had limited resources in technology, we played a respectful role in the creative processes involving making sense of the world around us. Records continue to prove that the human psyche was at a premium high during the antiquity.
Extinction can also occur in school of thoughts, such as Alchemy, which was split into parts, becoming their own different subjects. A narrow understanding of Alchemy would guide most to think it was sole a mystical practice that attempted the transmutation of metals into gold. That could not be furthest from the truth. Alchemy was a complex study of science and philosophy, embedded with much diversity of symbolism which are still topic of arguments for their possible interpretative meanings.
In short, the true soul of Alchemy consists in describing the process of the transformation of the human soul through by using a rich variety of allegories and symbolism. It composes a guide for the purification of the mind, body and soul.

– Mythos

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Book protagonists and how they lead me to lack of sleep

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With all my talk about books, I must start by saying I do have a favorite series, and many others in which I love, and tons of others which I did not care for it (which doesn’t mean anyone is to agree with me. Just…it wasn’t for me, and I get so frustrated then I can’t connect to a book in which I really thought I would love). But that’s all I will say for now because that was not the goal for this entry, and I will have a special post of this series once the last book is out by summer *can’t freaking wait!!!!! *giggles* .
I discovered one of my newest favorite writers, Jennifer Armentrout, and I’m soaking in as many of her titles under Young Adult theme as she can write. I will also talk about her series soon enough because I intended to talk about frustrating leading characters and the painful agony to breathe the same lines as they live, for a lack of better visual.

My personality is…strange. I get it, and I sign on the bottom. I do despise weak female protagonists, who are immature about what they believe or feel. I loathe the ones that go through a book series debating between boys (and I have mentioned my utterly disgust for love triangles and all the reasoning for it, so I will not repeat myself. I hate it so much it infuriates me to even think about it). Currently, I’m reading a very interesting series, within the Universe of JINNS (or… aka Genies), called “A Fire Spirit Novel” by Samantha Young. Fascinating stuff and it’s being fun to learn more about the Jinns….ridiculously evil, cruel, disloyal little bastards. The female protagonist (even though it’s a third person novel) is terrible, to say the least…. for a 18yr old she acts more like a needy 13yrs, with the constant debate over who she loves, or likes, or wants. *drives me balistic*. Then, the kicker! The whole “yes, I love boy A but I don’t think he loves me, but I get all fuzzy inside for boy B and I dont want any girls to have him, but boy A is the love of my life”. That’s why I don’t read in public, because I do come equiped with an arsenal of creative never ending stock of blasphemies which I’m never shy to shout outloud as I read.

Last night I was in this boat ride…..cursing the female protagonist until almost 3am when I had to start working on my own writing to cool me down. I swear to heavens I’m only reading through her freaking pits of hell on fire drama because I’m in love with one of the boys, and the Jinn world is too cool to pass, otherwise I would have burned the book down in between my hands out of pure anger. That simple. Whatever emotions TV and people’s interaction doesn’t bring me, it comes blasting three-folded with the books. Go figure…. there is a fire to melt every ice, as I’m coming to find out mine.

With that out of my system….. I’ve learned so much with the books I’ve read in the past few months, the characters I met, the fiction boys/creatures which will forever kill the chances of any real human could ever provide me *LOL*, and discovered parts of me in each of them.
The say “I’m a reader, not because I don’t have a life, but because I choose to have many”, and that is one of the life mottos I take with me. Books are friends who helps you befriend yourself in an entire different way. It teaches you about yourself; it makes you comfortable being alone with who you are; and it gives a silent comfort of constant voices. There is no greater magic then knowing yourSELF.

– Mythos

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Last few days and…let’s see the LIGHT

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      Let’s see….. the past 24hrs have being super busy for me *Thank all the Gods out there!* and I have being meaning to write a little more about all the great stuff I have being reading, which I’ve come to learn, fall in love with, and be taken to some awesome adventures with those books. I also will share some of my other side, with spirituality and things of such nature. For those who have no idea of what that could be, take it with an open heart. It’s one cool ride! I do not claim to be under the wings of a single religion, as I have come to the understanding they are all connected in ways. Find what it feels right for you, and that’s the path you should always take.

      But, for today, I will share a thought from May of last year….why? Just because I felt like doing so 😉 It kind of connects my post of Light and Dark. I do love the duality and complement of the charges. Can’t help it.

      Dark doesn’t become without Light, and Light doesn’t become without Dark. Asking to see the Light is asking to be blind with the pain of seeing nothing but what IS, and if the eyes are coming from the Dark, the pain is even more intense. The eyes will get use to it, and the discomfort will disappear. The Universe always brings what we ask for, and the truth can be a blinding Light.
               That’s why the say the famous words ‘be careful with what you with for’.

                                                                       -Mythos

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Me, myself and books

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     In the technology era, when I meet others who still enjoy reading books (and specially the actual books, not digital format) it feels almost like a breath of fresh air.  Even though I’m only 2 years a part from my younger brother, that was enough of a gap to separate his digital self, with my ‘book-nerding/bookworm’ one. After an uncalled outcome of a situation which brought me away from home for over three months, books – literally- saved my life from a complete depressive gust of bitterness in my surroundings and the ever so freaking pits of hell on fire boredom of each day.


    Raised with books, I remember always hanging our in the school library, indulging myself with the big history and natural science encyclopedias. I did learn a lot of random things, which are always a great addition to a conversation. But then, a few days ago I was thinking to myself: why books and not TV? Everyone was telling me to watch TV, which I really despise in the highest level, no offense. We just don’t have a tune in channel, I guess *LOL*. I watch a few TV shows, movies and anime but all in my laptop. The TV had always had a history of complete disconnection with my life. Nowadays, even watching a movie, most of the time I don’t ‘see it’. They passed through me emotionlessness. Now… all those emotions I don’t feel with Mr. TV I get when reading books, including talking to myself – hey, nothing wrong with that! There are many voices in my head and we are all cool.


    What is came to my was : ‘I dont want someone to tell me how to see. I want to see it with my own eyes, with my heart’. That was such a profound way for me to understand it myself , and how to explain this to those around me. So…yeap people, keep your TV, I’m cool with my books, and falling in love with all the different fictional chacters I can never have in the “real life” which is utterly frustrating, but…again…reality is a relative concept. (*winck*)


     Tomorrow I go back home. They say knowledge weights a lot, and…trust me…. 27 books later….all divided between my backpack and my laptop bag, it sure as hell makes it heavy. I could have mailed them to me, sure, but Im too emotionally attached to my companions of so many months, and I feel the need to have then with me. I will post short comments of my thoughts about the things I’ve read, what was worth it, of course.

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