Hi, everybody. My name is Bernardo. I wanted to introduce myself, and I assure you, it's an honor to do so. I'm happy, and very grateful, that you read what I sent you in words. It was a surprise, seeing the answers, comments, and suggestions. You're making me think. Thank you.
Since this communication is taking place with the generous collaboration of Stella, my colleague, I would like to be brief, I will strive to do so, since it is difficult. Whether or not magic exists is not a question I can ask myself, because I see it, I see it in everything, acting from the most grotesque to the most subtle. So asking me that would be the same as asking me if nature exists or not. In each discovery, magic was present, collaborating, whether we noticed it or not. And I want to show you something.
For many years, I have been working, among other things, on my way of thinking. Because I discovered in me, the same thing that infuriated me in others, is that linear form in thought, so evident to me, when it is in others, and so elusive and bandit to hide, when it is in me.
We do not speak English, so what comes to you, was written in Spanish, the translator, shows it to you in English, then we to read the Spanish, what is said in English by you, the translator translates into Spanish for us. You know that better than I do. But I must say it to continue.
When I saw what I had written, but after going through translations, I was very worried, at first. It was a shock, to see words that I did not write, instead of others that I did write and they were not, also, some were in another order, in short, I was scared. Then, I read carefully and I calmed down, because, even though some emphases were not where I wanted them, the content remained very well.
However, a curious thing happened...
I said:
"By developing discernment, you can detect that the phrase "Think outside the box" has the energy of the problem, and the phrase "Know yourself" has the energy of the solution.
And, when Michael BC, shared his reflections analyzing passages, and spinning fine, when he got to this part, where I had put the two sentences as antagonistic, I don't know if it was because of a mistake of the translator, or of Michael when he was writing, or what, but when he makes the quotation of what I wrote, on this side we read the following:
"By developing discernment, you can detect that the phrase "Think outside the box," and the phrase "Know yourself," has the power of solution.
See what happened? This date is missing a part. It is missing, which makes the phrase "Think outside the box", as something negative, thus becoming a positive phrase, as is the second phrase.
My concern about this did not last long, because Michael's words clearly referred to what I had written, that is, to the original text, which was not changed.
Michael, not only understood perfectly what I said, as did the others, but he made me observe better, and I could thus detect the duality contained in my statement. Then I looked even more closely at the changed text. What a pleasant surprise!
There was magic, an old friend, who, with a roguish face, pointed out the changed text to me, and since I was slow to decipher, she could no longer stand the anxiety and said to me: Have you forgotten the mathematics? Then I remembered the matter of the signs. - x + = - , + x - = - , - x - = + , + x + = +, and I said, I think I got it:
If I see the phrase "Think outside the box" only as negative, it can only delay progress, because the phrase "Know thyself", which is positive, instead of having collaboration, has a rival. And so the progress is less, that is: - x + = -
But if I see the phrase "Think outside the box" as an ambiguous phrase, then I can say: "the phrase "Think outside the box" and the phrase "Know yourself" have the energy of the solution". Here, the first phrase, which used to compete with the second, now cooperates with the second, but, because it was combined with the second, and not because it is positive in itself; it is ambiguous. In this case, it can be positive, because it is accompanying the other sentence, which is positive in itself, and as a result, it gives us greater progress, that is: + x + = +. With this in mind, I can say that the phrases, which are promoted by the mass media, and which become fashionable because of their positive appearance, have the potential to help us, or harm us, depending on how we use them.
I insist on this. The predator is no fool, and he knows how to pass off as a cat. He has taken it upon himself to program human society, so that it does not know how to discern, and he does so because for him, this is vital, as vital as the truth is for us.
When I finished writing this, I looked at the magic, which was very attentive, and I asked it: how was I? she laughed and said smiling, - quite well... Ah, she told me not to forget to answer Michael, and I nodded my head.
Well, I don't know where to start, so I'll start anywhere, because I don't know where the beginning is either.
Asking me if dyslexia, or great difficulty in reading, can be a block, or the impediment that has been holding me back in the decision to join the forum personally, is a very transcendent question for me. Thank you Michael, for doing it and for showing that we can walk with our difficulties, which for me, are our opportunities.
When I am asked something, I take my time to answer it truthfully, and not to be contaminated by self-deception, excuses, or superficiality, because the world already has too much of that. With the exception of a few, people have accepted quantity rather than quality, so they go at a speed at which it is impossible to see anything. I am not referring to truth seekers, who are in fact the exceptions. In general, people go so fast that sometimes they ask a question which they think they want to know, and if the other person takes more seconds than usual to answer, they apologize by saying that they have to leave, and they leave before they get an answer. It seems, as if they intuit, that the answer may not be to their liking or convenience. The one who takes a little longer to answer may be looking for an answer of his own convenience, or he may be looking inside himself to give a sincere answer, and in that search, it is possible to get some truth, something, inconvenient for the matrix, out of him.
I'm in the crowd, she's been my teacher, always has been. My reading difficulty or dyslexia has been a "thorn in my side", but I have learned to walk with a limp. I have had to read everything I look at, analyze it, look with my mind more than with my eyes, see more than I can explain, words are not enough. I have seen the beast.
I had enough light, but it was not enough to face such evil. And, being afraid, instead of recognizing my ignorance, which only serves to have a good image, and what is worse to feel humble, I wanted to know my ignorance. And so I did. I remembered a childhood event. There was a boy in the neighborhood, my age, that my friends and I did not like, because he was very selfish, and one day, with my friends as an audience, I stood in front of him, and I said things to him to fight with him.
He, was like a statue, with giant eyes, without saying a word. Since he didn't react, I left, and so did my friends. That was the fact, as I lived it. But I was not in that past, to remember what I lived. I was there, to live what the other child lived. I felt everything he felt. First the fright, then it was a fear in my whole body, anguish, the desire to cry, fear of running and being there, terror, anguish in my throat, which was his, my anguish, anguish that turned into crying, uncontrollable crying, feelings of absolute responsibility for the terror of that child, crying that flowed from my soul, God was crying too, while showing me what I did not know. When I seemed to recover from the shock, more recent memories appeared spontaneously to me, as an adult, I felt again the fear that I caused to others, with my words, my truths, my judgments, I felt the fear of others, of being wrong in front of me, my disregard for my neighbor, I saw myself burning others, with light that they didn't ask for, their pains tired by me, went down my throat again, and my tears kept pushing the blindfold on my eyes, until it fell to the floor, then I could see better.
After this fact, I gradually discovered that I had a different, more objective, clearer, freer view. I felt a great affection for the crowd, and I entered it, with respect. With new eyes, I could see the beast, getting into everything, and I saw why, I was successful.
I saw it so clearly that I felt a great responsibility. I looked deep into my understanding and understood that the expansion of consciousness was our protection from the beast's influence. But to achieve it, there was a great obstacle, and it was our way of thinking, a rigid way, always the same, unable to solve complexities, because of its repetitive attitude, a mind used to the same thing and nothing else. Then I started to daydream and wrote a letter, on the first page I found. The letter began with the phrase, "Meetings to think" and continued to talk about the need to exercise the mind, just as we did with the body, by going to the gym a few days a week.
It continued with the proposal to initiate this, among groups of friends, here and there, until it became something common and current in society, but that the task of the meetings was to put the mind to play, generating new movements, breaking the usual way of thinking.
I knew that this was almost impossible to achieve, because the beast was always attentive, and I was very prudent, because she had already taken care of me on many occasions. I have had a letter from the meetings to think in some drawer for about sixteen years now. Sometimes, when the questions she asked me were too strange, I would look for the letter and look at it, wanting to exchange ideas and thoughts, with someone else, because of the nature of those thoughts.
I had been believing, that I was alone in this, for some years, until Stella, my partner, showed me what she was reading. The joy in me was instantaneous. It was the sessions with the Cassiopaeans. I was surprised, and very sure of what I was seeing. So I said, "These are the thinking meetings," and I said, "While I was imagining them, they were actually happening. The Cassiopaeans know very well what they're doing. The way they teach is exactly what is needed.
I thank Laura for doing everything she did in her life to make the connection with the Cassiopaeans possible, and to everyone who participated in the discovery. This is a treasure and we must take care of it.
Personally, I am very careful, and I handle myself with prudence and discretion. The sessions with the Cassiopaeans have helped me to understand an abstract world that I have had since I was a child. More and more, I find objectivity in my abstraction, and I feel at home.
I am not in the forum, because I cannot keep up with them. But, I'm not discouraged. To be discouraged, is to move away from the soul, and if I were not close to my soul, I could not be feeling, the closeness of their souls.
Encourage each other, is to share the souls.
A hug.
Bernardo