terça-feira, 29 de março de 2011 | Autor:

Mestre, como vai? Muito bom te reencontrar no fim de semana. Envio abaixo um texto bem interessante, do Hunter S. Thompson – um malucão que, como muitos dos malucões, tinha boas idéias. Me fez pensar, e me lembrei do relato do Prof. Gustavo Cardoso.
Beijos, e até o sádhana!

“Security … what does this word mean in relation to life as we know it today? For the most part, it means safety and freedom from worry. It is said to be the end that all men strive for; but is security a utopian goal or is it another word for rut?

Let us visualize the secure man; and by this term, I mean a man who has settled for financial and personal security for his goal in life. In general, he is a man who has pushed ambition and initiative aside and settled down, so to speak, in a boring, but safe and comfortable rut for the rest of his life. His future is but an extension of his present, and he accepts it as such with a complacent shrug of his shoulders. His ideas and ideals are those of society in general and he is accepted as a respectable, but average and prosaic man. But is he a man? has he any self-respect or pride in himself? How could he, when he has risked nothing and gained nothing? What does he think when he sees his youthful dreams of adventure, accomplishment, travel and romance buried under the cloak of conformity? How does he feel when he realizes that he has barely tasted the meal of life; when he sees the prison he has made for himself in pursuit of the almighty dollar? If he thinks this is all well and good, fine, but think of the tragedy of a man who has sacrificed his freedom on the altar of security, and wishes he could turn back the hands of time. A man is to be pitied who lacked the courage to accept the challenge of freedom and depart from the cushion of security and see life as it is instead of living it second-hand. Life has by-passed this man and he has watched from a secure place, afraid to seek anything better What has he done except to sit and wait for the tomorrow which never comes?

Turn back the pages of history and see the men who have shaped the destiny of the world. Security was never theirs, but they lived rather than existed. Where would the world be if all men had sought security and not taken risks or gambled with their lives on the chance that, if they won, life would be different and richer? It is from the bystanders (who are in the vast majority) that we receive the propaganda that life is not worth living, that life is drudgery, that the ambitions of youth must he laid aside for a life which is but a painful wait for death. These are the ones who squeeze what excitement they can from life out of the imaginations and experiences of others through books and movies. These are the insignificant and forgotten men who preach conformity because it is all they know. These are the men who dream at night of what could have been, but who wake at dawn to take their places at the now-familiar rut and to merely exist through another day. For them, the romance of life is long dead and they are forced to go through the years on a treadmill, cursing their existence, yet afraid to die because of the unknown which faces them after death. They lacked the only true courage: the kind which enables men to face the unknown regardless of the consequences.

As an afterthought, it seems hardly proper to write of life without once mentioning happiness; so we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?”

Hunter S. Thompson (1955)

quarta-feira, 3 de março de 2010 | Autor:

Hi Professor DeRose,
here is the final version of a text translated from the “Ser Forte” work.

abraço muito forte,



The Trees and the Stones

There was once a boy full of strange ideas. He felt that Infinity was small and Eternity was brief. He talked to the Trees and the Stones, and marvelled at the great significance of the story they told. One day the Trees said to him:

“Did you know? In our Universe each one of us fulfil our roles solely for the satisfaction of doing so. None of us is exempt. Humans spend their lives just doing things that end in conflict, misery and disease. They don’t do what they really want to do. They become prisoners of civilisation; they live their lives in vain earning their living by doing jobs they don’t like, achieving nothing. In the end they become morose, grow old and die dissatisfied. Try to live happily like us; we sustain ourselves, breathe and reproduce according to Nature. So, even when we die, we actually live on through our seeds and grow again. Go and teach this to those who, like you, can hear our words. It will make many people happy, and free them from the slavery of hypocrisy.”

The boy was too young to know exactly what the Trees meant, but he agreed to carry this message to mankind. However the Stones, who until then had been very quiet, began to speak and said some terrifying things!

One of the bigger stones, which was covered in moss lending it a venerable air, took centre stage and spoke from the depths, echoing from within its soul:

“No, you should not make the mistake of giving the message of the Trees to men. We are stone cold and coldly we will judge. We’ve been here longer than them and have witnessed this insignificant, Universal History of humans unfold. Many have received this message before you and have been burdened with the responsibility of regaining the happiness that hominids lost by ignoring the laws of nature. Anyone who tried to help mankind was persecuted, vilified and martyred. Each one according to the customs of his day: crucified in the name of justice, publicly burned in the name of God and so many other torments through which you have already passed several times and have forgotten … Now you can no longer sense danger and agree to try again. What a tragic lack of judgement! When you start spreading the message of the Trees, men will first try to do a deal with you. If you do not take the thirty pieces of silver, giving in to their attempts at bribery, then you will need to be really strong to stand firm, for they will strike you in all possible ways.”

But the boy quickly gave his reply. He took a branch in one hand and a stone in the other, and cried:

“This is my sceptre. And this is my orb. I will build our sanctuary with your elemental kingdom and I will gather within it those who are able to hear and understand. The rocks will keep those incapable of understanding on the outside, and the logs will provide warmth on the inside, for those who recognise the value of this re-encounter.”

The Trees and the Stones fell silent. Then the Trees anointed him with the dew shaken by the wind, and the Stones placed in his hands the primeval moss they wore, as if to bless him.

At that moment the Sun’s rays were diffused through the branches and the morning mist. The boy looked up and understood: if the light was blinding it would not help you see, but would rather dim understanding. So, he thanked the branches and the mist and even the Stones that tripped him up to make him more attentive to the path he was following. And he loved them all … even mankind!

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