Suddenly, as if seeking relief, passes this new –new?-... time of century; this second decade. And the disquiet is evident... in its haste, in all the places in which the being of humanity inhabits, as... as fleeing, as fearing.

An unsatisfactory attitude that, in the globalized humanity, becomes... vertigo.

The Prayer Sense warns us of that whirlwind position... that arrives and arrives, and in which we have to dispose ourselves in some way, so as not to be over run and thrown into the most destructive, distrustful and insolvent offer.

It is a state of consciousness that is perceived in each news, in each manifestation. And, with exceptions, discontent deepens in the individual's egotistical sense, for not having, reaching or preserving what he believes belongs to him, which is his own...

This shows a cadence and a lack of communion...

That war of opinions... becomes deep, unhappy, doubtful and distrustful.

And the Prayerful sense warns us that in these conditions, the being, cloistered in itself, clusters in its despairs, clings to established status quo and renounces its creativity.

The Prayer shows us a pleased living, confident –confident in the invisible, the intangible, in love- that makes of the being a shield, so that he is not referenced by the trust of the human, by the response of others, but to be referred to... what is loved, for what is accepted, for what is assumed, for what emanates from his kindness.

If we make room for continuous disenchantment, for threat of the future, for easy radicalisms that refuse to evolve, to change, to experience, to renew, to discover!...

Yes, those who prefer a bird in hand, than to contemplate a hundred, flying.

That world that aspires to the possession of the shackle, of order; to establish as slabs "the principles!" –what principles...?-, that establish as slabs the principles of violence, imposition, gagging, corruption...

That is not what the Prayer proclaims.

Life is not a cannon fodder... that smells of gunpowder and of burned; that augurs fierce disenchantments.

And that globalizing plot of despair is so pervasive, that it seeks and seeks... in the corners of any doubt, to make the shot, to assume the acid that destroys.

Yes! It may seem exaggerated, but... how many good news are received in everyday life? How many whispering news of pleasure, of joy!, are heard?

Yes, how many gossip of joyful opinions, of silent applause... wander around our lives? Are there many? Or rather, there is that latent complaint of... discontent, which always misses the past and that is taken as given, the justice that has preceded us, that has ordered us, that has mutilated us!, that has punished us. And as if it were the best learning, it remains as nostalgia for security.

 It seems... and perhaps not only "seems", but the being does not dare to swim, does not dare to fly!

 Fear became so incarnated, the filiation became so deep, so enslaved!... that trusted and trusted what bounded!, in what pressed, in what forbade!

And when... when the breath of the wind appeared, who whispered and said, and invited to go with the wind..., the being withdrew, the beings withdraw, they hide in the occluded security!: the one that has no exits and that nothing ensures.

Humanity advances in despair. And every being is in that whirlpool. And to get out of that devastating drag!, a breath impulse from another dimension… should be gestated. An impulse to escape to the dignified liberation, not to flee towards destruction.

A breath that trusts in another dimension. He knows he is in this one, but... he lives in another.

Soon, in the vigil of the light... that already lurks, the motives, the reasons for the gazes, the tastes, the protests, the successes, the fortunes and misadventures are maintained!... of a very similar day that passed, but that is.

And all this... abducts!, if that breath of departure is not set in motion, that breath of escape, of exit into another dimension.

That light that is coming... to give clarity to the vigil, today!... –and that's how exemplary is the Prayer- today is different!

This allows us to encourage ourselves, allows us to trust ourselves!, gives us the strength to dilute chains of affiliations, creeds, oaths... and others! –"and others" in excess-... radical positions.

Today! –yes, without it being a fixed date, but rather all dates-, to be able to contemplate what one feels, to be able to discern what is a left over!, to be able to join what loves us, what we love!, to be excited about the idealized: in those birds, in those hundreds of flying birds.

Thus, it is possible one day to fly. But if you hold the bird with your hand, both will stay on the ground. The feathers will have been useless. Your hands will have been useless. They will be graveyard grass!

And yes, the Prayer Warning says today –since it is a custom of slavery, of chain, leaving it for later, "I'll see tomorrow"...-: "as if tomorrow depended on the strength, on the power of the one who says it!".

Meanwhile, today... today runs under the prejudiced demand of the usual, taken as given, the slave, his filiation, his obedience, his judgment that is already cast, his condemnation and his regret.

Yes. And as a good slave, he comprehends and understands his master!... He is a good person, and has taken care of him. He has given him food and drink. He has helped him in his wounds. He has cured them!...

But he has never showed him the light. He has always guarded him in the darkness. He has always pretended to be essential. The hurting word, the latent judgment, has always been arrogated.

But the slave… understands him!, he comprehends him! He has lost, he has lost his flying consciousness, his consciousness in love.

He needs the approval of the one who ties him, of those who bind him... to be able to sigh freely.

And will that approval come? No.

Does the master want to run out of slaves? No!

But these –the slaves- have been born under that yoke, and hardly establish a liberating rebellion. Before they stop to think about the poor enslaver: “What will happen to him, if I disobey him!? What will become of him!? How will he live, how will he feel… seeing that I no longer obey?”.

And so... the day goes by!                           

That is why the Prayer Sense says "today". And may the being ask himself:

“Why does it hurt so much that, whoever enslaves me, suffers because I want to detach myself?

Ahhhhh! He made me fall in love with its power. He made me fall in love with its imposition. He made me fall in love with its assets, with its gifts. Ah... ok. It gave me the law, the last name, the name... Yes. Now it is understood why the dog is man's best friend.”

And so, the slave says:

“I can't disappoint! How am I going to face it...? No…".

And among slaves, there are also their levels. Of course, the employer establishes his subjugated classes, so that they in turn subjugate others and others and others. Oh!, yes. And he does it for your sake. Of course, of course! Always thinking of your wellbeing; in you being bound and well bounded –right?- and that you are eternally grateful: "because without my care you would not have lived."


Do you think... do you think that in that marasmus there is any idea of God?, is there any idea of the Unfathomable Mystery...?


Let the Eternal's breath penetrate, in your hidden heartbeat.

Let the prayerful drop fall in the right direction.

Celebrate it in your silence, when the light appears. Keep it and take care of it when darkness comes: your ally in the distance.

Recognise... from what breath you are...

That you don't belong to anyone...

Discover yourself released!...; liberated by the loved, by the felt… without profit, without benefit; with cooing breath of care, of benefit! For the benefit of feeling carried towards the Unnameable...

Towards the respect of the gaze, the touch and the word...

Towards the subtle care... of the unexpected!



Bønnen som vi praktiserer er ikke forbundet til noen bestemt religion. Vi tror at bønnen kan være et frigjørende og helbredende instrument som har Skapelsen, de forskjellige kreftene som besjeler oss, uten at vi setter et eller annet navn på dette. Troen på at bønnen er et uunnværlig element for oss, har fått oss til å danne et sted som utelukkende brukes til bønn; ”Casa del Sonido de la Luz”,( huset for lysets lyd.) Det ligger i Baskerland, Vizcaya. Der holdes det samlinger med bønn, og man kan også tilbringe dager med tilbaketrekning der.


“La Casa del Sonido de la Luz” ARGI DOINU ETXEA se encuentra en la localidad de Ea, Vizcaya. Un espacio abierto para los alumnos de la Escuela Neijing, los cuales pueden realizar estancias de 1 a 5 días.


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