100 The next step


I left my inner place, I was sweating, and blood was all over me. Oddly enough, I didn’t felt pain, only a refreshing sensation in all my body. “Congratulations! Now you finally will be capable to use my technique much better. How do you feel?” I talked about what I was feeling an she nodded, she was really happy. “That process is unique to my technique —said my Master—, but is the most important step and it was something that only you could, do it?”

“Why?” I asked intrigued.

“Well, when I said that only you could do it, I mean that it’s because you have already meditated about yourself. Without that step, in would be impossible to go to the next phase. What you had do was meditate, not the kind of meditation most cultivators do. That kind analyzed a technique, and artifact or a power to absorb. That’s not the kind of cultivation you need…”

“But Master… —I interrupted her—, I absorbed a power…”

She laughed. “Yes, indeed, you did it —she retorted—, but it’s different. You also have to do this type of meditation, but with my technique you have to meditate about yourself, gain insight of yourself, not about the power. The more you know about you, the more powerful you would become, but doing that it’s difficult. Knowing about yourself sometimes is more difficult that ascend to godhood. But for now, what you have achieved will help you in ways that you would never have imagined. Enter your inner self again.”

I did it, and I saw that all the destruction was repairing itself, but all felt stronger. The tree itself had changed an now it looked like a century old tree and some fruit were ready to be taken. “Don’t touch the fruit right now, it’s not time —my Master instructed me—, I will tell you later how to use them.

For now, it’s time for you to grow. Absorbe freely the energy of the room, don’t be shy about it.”

I began to do it, and I noticed the change. Before, I had to flow in equal manner the yin and yang energy, but now it was not necessary. The energy could be taken without trouble and the taiji that was formed glowed. The quantity I was flowing to my soul tree was larger than ever before, but I didn’t feel any disturbance nor pain, in fact I felt that I was already in the quasi-divine stage, however there was not lighting attacking me. For now it didn’t matter, I kept absorbing energy. From low rank to middle rank, from middle rank to high rank. It was incredible, and I felt that I could go beyond that.

“Stop —advice my Master—, surely you know that there will be a lighting retribution. The reason you have not being hit by it is because this room, but when you get out, you will be attacked by the heavens. Right now you will easily fight it, but if you went to the semi-divine stage, it will be very difficult to you. Also, it would be better for you to keep meditating and training the techniques with your current power.” I thought about it, and I really wanted to keep going but I followed my Master instructions. So now, I was a quasi-divine and it felt great.

99 Taiji II


My soul tree was shining intensely, and my qi river was almost dry. I felt the effects of that on my body, my skin was paler and dryer, my hair was graying, and my vitality was almost at its end. It all that was happening why my soul tree was shining? What was I not noticing?

The only thing that I could think it’s to go to the tree and try to examine it, perhaps I could find an answer there. I touched it I felt a motion. I couldn’t describe it, but it felt familiar yet alien to me. “Fell it —said my Master—, what it is?” I tried to understand what was happening to the tree, but it was difficult. The motion felt like it was alive, but how could it be? That tree was part of me, but it had more life than my own body. How?

I thought about t and then I remembered something important. The life tree was not part of me, it was me. The qi was also me, all my inner self was me. How could I forget about that? So, this motion that I was feeling it was me, now I understood that it was my life force. This life force was a mix of my body, qi and soul. What it was destroying me was not the yin and yang, but the tree. But the tree was me. This life force had to be the way to control both yin and yang, and I would try to use it.

It was difficult but I did release my life force to the powers struggling. At first, I tried to separated them, but it was it was not useful. It was like if they didn’t care about my life force, they didn’t try to absorb it. That was different of what happened with my qi, so I had a crazy idea. Perhaps they could absorb it, so if I try to absorb them? I tested a little and it worked! What I had to do was absorbe it with my life force. It was a difficult task, I had to do it little by little. I tried to do a great quantity, but I was painful, and both powers rejected me. Why I could do it that way, but not the other way? I didn’t know but at least I was doing something.

It took a lot of time to do it, and I felt like it was fruitless. I had to think of another way to do it., but why my life force could take some part of their power, but not a lot? What had it lacked? The life force was a combination of my soul, qi and body, did I need something more? I returned to the question my Master posed me, what I was. Was I something more that these three things? What could it be?  Now I felt blood through all my orifices, I knew that I was on borrow time. What I was? The fact the my life force could absorb yin and yang, men that I was something more than that. I would be impossible otherwise, I thought. I was in desperation and then… I understood. It was not that I was lacking something, it was not that I could only absorb little by little. I could absorb all if I wanted, but I shackled myself in my thought. I was, as all things were, a combination of yin and yang. This two were what created everything, and I was part of it. And now I understood that these energies were also part of me. All was a cycle. And endless cycle of yin and yang, creation and destruction, life and death. All was the same, but different.

In that moment of realization all the energies began to be absorbed at a fast pace. I was one with the yin and yang, and the ying and yang was me. My life force began to move itself, forming a shape and my soul tree was at the center. The yin and yang were moving and entered also not only in the tree but in the drawing. When all was finished, in the middle of my inner self was inscribed a taiji, and that was something that I would never forget.

Bohemia madrugada


¡Cómo me gustaría contar acerca de los bacanales que jamás he tenido! ¡Acerca de cómo las madrugadas y yo somos viejos amigos de fiestas, cantos y amores! ¡Tan bueno sería! Pero no, estas líneas son para quejarme de que las 7 de la mañana, son el terror para mí. ¡Maldita la persona que dijo que trabajar temprano es lo mejor que se puede hacer! ¡¿A quién madruga, Dios le ayuda?! ¡Entonces que no me ayude! ¡Quiero dormir! ¡Quiero volver a mi vida de vago! Deliciosa vida de vago, bohemio escritor que hacía poemas y otras hermosas pérdidas de tiempo.

¡Invoco a todos los bohemios! ¡Todas las edades, de todas las maneras de ser bohemio! ¡Obliguemos al mundo a trabajar más tarde! ¡Enseñémosle lo hermoso que es dormir hasta que el sol ha desaparecido para no volver! ¡Dejémosle claro al mundo que por trabajar más temprano no somos más felices, ni más activos! ¡Gente! ¡A dormir! ¡A disfrutar! ¡Que por despertarse más tarde, el mundo no se acabará!

Sobre huevos voladores


No sabía cómo, no sabía por qué, lo único que sabía es que me despertó a las 5 de la mañana un «plop» ahogado, unos ligeros golepecitos en mi brazo y un olor apestoso, casi nauseabundo. Abrí los ojos, me toqué el brazo, pensando que había caído agua. Posible filtración del piso de arriba. Nada, mi brazo más seco que el Sahara.

El sonido ahogado no lo volví a escuchar y los que viven cerca al mar saben que de vez en cuando el mar suele tener un olor peculiar. Era un olor parecido, «será el mar entonces» pensé. Tres cosas que me despertaron, tres que parecían no tener relación, pero pasaron y no sabía por qué. Intenté dormir, pero el olor se hacía cada vez más fuerte. Definitivamente no era el mar. Me fui a la cocina para ver que podía ser. Tal vez el perro abrió la bolsa de basura y tiramos algo que terminó de podrirse ahí dentro.

En la cocina, el olor estaba pero era más leve que en mi cuarto. No podía ser algo de ahí, tenía que ser el mar, ¿no? Entre a mi cuarto y me puse a buscar. ¿Qué podía ser? ¿Se murió alguien en algún piso y por eso olía? Me puse a buscar, 5 de la mañana en mi día libre. Si no encontraba el muerto, yo mismo lo mataba.

Ya me había rendido, me fui a la cama. Iba a dormir con el olor aún si fuera la última cosa que hiciera. Y cuando ya tenía los ojos cerrados, cuando ya peleaba con mi cuerpo para que mi nariz también se fuera a dormir, pensé… ¿será posible? No…

Por motivos de fuerza mayor, muchos de los ingredientes que uso para cocinar, los guardo en mi cuarto. Y uno de ellos, es por su puesto huevos. Generalmente soy de comer mucho huevo, pero el trabajo últimamente me hacía imposible cocinarlos (léase, estaba tan cansado que regresaba casi a dormir). Así que pasaron días y días, y el calor del verano no le hace favores a nadie y… plop. A las 5 de la mañana, de aproximadamente un 12 de marzo , descubrí que la presión ejercida por los gases de un huevo podrido es suficientemente fuerte como para romper la cáscara y dejar un olor nauseabundo a su paso.

Tiré todo el cartón de huevos. No solo porque el liquido apestoso había contaminado al resto de huevos, sino que el solo hecho de que uno haya explotado, querría decir que el resto podía entrar en ese mismo estado en cualquier momento. Nueve huevos tirados a la basura, envueltos en varias bolsas para que no salga la peste de ahí. Casi por magia, el olor desapareció y por fin pude dormir.

El misterio del olor y el sonido habían sido develados pero faltaba el de los golpecitos en mi brazo. Ese último lo descubrí al levantarme y tender la cama. Cáscara de huevo. Al explotar, la cáscara salió volando, chocó con el techo y aterrizó en mi brazo y seguro hizo otro rebote antes de terminar en el colchón.

Jamás lo hubiera imaginado, pero al menos todo eso sirvió para algo muy importante: poder escribirlo en mi blog. Otra huevada más de las muchas que he escrito.