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Mothers

Every drop of water contains the necessary potential to become an ocean. Each cell has all the genetic information of a particular living being. Each star has the relevant information from their own galaxy. The very essence of what we have been accumulating over many generations and, as already mentioned in other entries, are not children of the stones. If we prioritize the spiritual values \u200b\u200bon others, we generate a new man full of hope and hopefully move towards a better tomorrow, a human being can be assessed at its full potential.

meditate in a model of person to exemplify these spiritual values \u200b\u200band, inevitably, I always think of the Mothers, written with a capital. It will perhaps give rise to the divine gift that they have the blessed gift of giving love to the soul in the hands, the heavenly gift of ubiquity or bi-location, which, like St. Martin de Porres and Padre Pio, may be in several places simultaneously, split into several pieces and delivered every day, expecting nothing in return. The more you divide, the more they multiply. If they give everything, and even if they have nothing, I keep getting it. That power will perhaps immeasurable improvement, delivery and, above all, humility, stoic if you will, so it has made woman a being almost mythological, a sublime being, a being who, through history, has managed to break all the prejudices and, at the dawn of the new millennium, we realize that although they were men who put that white beard and a sword in the hand of the gods, it is mothers who know the truth.

Mothers can play with the western horizon like a serpentine and at the same time, with the other hand take a star from the east, not to decorate a brooch, as the gentle Princess of Darius, but rather to illuminate and guide our lives, next to a verse and a pen, a pearl and a flower. They are like the seed that holds within her the secret of life, unyielding guardian of this divine mandate. They understand, with humility, that what they do is a drop in the ocean. It might seem little, but if they did, the sea would be missing a drop, as understood by the Mother Teresa of Calcutta, who, without a single birth, managed to have millions of children.

When I refer to being a mother, I'm not thinking about the social idealization that we involve the media or religions, but rather in the wonderful potential to maternal reaching many women, and their ability delivery. Not all women fit the archetype of the mother, either through socialization or other single cause. However, the mothers know they are carriers of the secret of life itself.

We must learn from Mothers to not save a single drop of love for tomorrow gastémosla today, at this moment: that is the key to being rich in spiritual values: the more detached, paradoxically, the more we have.

Today, on the eve of the day that my country celebrates Mother's Day, these words serve as a tribute to them for the admiration I deserve, and instead of wishing them a happy day, I'd rather just tell you Thanks!

"The family is the foundation of society and the place where people learn
first
the values \u200b\u200bthat guide them throughout their lives."
John Paul II

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Friday 13

superstitions scholars suggest that the fear of Friday 13, is mainly to a particular historical event, an event which over the years continues to cause controversy in the occult of the circumstances in which it was wrapped.

Going back historical data can give an explanation for this superstition, we can go back to a Friday October 13, 1307: On this day the Knights Templar order was persecuted by the Inquisition, simultaneously arrested that night in Europe. The cause of this was the assumption that the men would gather to make pagan celebrations and practicing heresy. Therefore, they were killed or condemned to the stake, in a collective killing. Many of the men fled and were saved, carrying secrets that have given rise to many speculations. Creation of secret societies like the Freemasons, Rosicrucians, etc. From then on Friday 13 is considered bad date luck.





History



According to records, on Friday October 13, 1307, under the orders of King Philip IV of France, a group called Knights Templars, was captured and taken to the Holy Inquisition to be tried and convicted for various crimes against Christianity.




It is unclear whether the decision of the French king, was due to a religious decision because of rumors that were woven around religious order (who were said protecting or guarding intimate secrets of the Church as the Holy Grail), or economic issues.




At that time, the Knights Templar possessed a large fortune, were the major lenders and creditors in many regions of Europe, especially France. Moreover, it is said that Philip IV himself, had a great debt to this order and therefore decided to capture them and accuse them to the Vatican on various charges, including heresy, sodomy and urinating and spitting on the cross.




being captured Templars were condemned to the stake, with the consent of Pope Clement V, whom many blame for not carrying a fair trial.

Apparently, a clear the significance of this religious group is without a doubt, the feeling that left much of Europe the date of his arrest which led after his conviction and removal. Doing so on Friday, 13, is more than the date of a specific historical event, to be a symbol of terror and misfortune.






On the other hand the number thirteen from ancient times was considered a bad omen and that at the Last Supper of Jesus Christ, thirteen were the guests, the Kabbalah lists 13 evil spirits, like the Nordic legends , in Revelation, chapter 13 is the antichrist and the beast. Also Scandinavian legend that, according to the tradition, at a dinner of the gods in Valhalla, Loki, the evil spirit, was the 13 th guest. In the Tarot, this number refers to the death.

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Balder's death

Baldr, the shining god, had a horrible dream foreshadowing his death, which informed the Aces, who gathered in the assembly decided to protect all evil Baldr requiring immunity to all sorts of dangers. On behalf of the gods, Baldr's mother Frigg acted to prevent Unfortunately. I took an oath to all creatures and all things that do not respect and do not hurt Baldr "fire and water, iron and all metals, rocks, land, trees, to diseases, beasts, birds, the poison of snakes. " All swore. When this was confirmed, he became the entertainment put buckets in the center of each meeting, the Ases Thing, so you throw together all sorts of stones and arrows, and hit him with the sword. But nothing could hurt him. Loki, an evil without cause misery planned. Women dressed up and went in search of Frigg and asked if I knew what aces were doing at the Thing. "Neither weapons nor timber damage to tiles, I have taken oath to all", "do all? "Asked Loki. "West of Walhalla grows an outbreak of a magic branch called the mistletoe. I was too young to ask oath "revealed Frigg. Loki was been searching the mistletoe, the outbreak started in the ground and took him to the place where the gods were playing. The blind god Hod was doing nothing. "Why do not you're throwing something Baldr?" "First, I can not see, secondly, I have nothing to shoot." Loki tempted Hod noting how wonderful it would demonstrate the Baldr's invulnerability. "I point out where you are, and you, throw this shaft." Hod threw it in the direction indicated by Loki, he was wounded in the heart, and Balder fell dead.

The consternation and sorrow seized the gods. The game took place in meeting place, a sacred place. There could not avenge Baldr's murderer, even though they knew exactly who it was. They could hardly speak for crying. Then the gods got together and Frigg asked who would be the one, winning all his love and favor, I would travel to hell and try to find Baldr Hel and beg him to return to Asgard. Hermod, the son of Odin, was the one who volunteered, the faster mounted Sleipnir, the eight-legged horse of Odin, and he went to Hel.




Meanwhile, the gods, Baldr's body prepared for the pyre. Hringhorni planned it in the boat for nothing. The funeral was attended by people from all walks of: Odin, with Frigg and the Valkyries and their crows, Frey with her chariot drawn by the boar Gullinbursti, Heimdall Gulltopp riding his horse, Freya driven by their cats. Odin laid on the pyre the gold ring, Draupnir, that every ninth night eight rings dripping from it of great weight, and Baldr's horse, which was carried on the pyre with his harness. Baldr's body was taken aboard, where his widow Nanna died of grief, the pain left his heart and fell dead beside her husband. having to be also placed on the pyre. The Hringhorni had been brought ashore and now could not throw it back into the sea. Sent for a witch, a Hyrokkin, who came riding a wolf and using as a snake flange. And one push so quickly sent him to sea rolls became flames and the whole earth shook.




Meanwhile, Hermod rode on the way long dark river that leads to Giolla, which divides the world to come. Passed by a bridge, echoing as if legions of dead five in question. Reached the gates of Hel, spurred his horse and jumped. In the great hall he found Baldr. Hermod requested his release. Baldr was much loved, he said. But Hel was very skeptical. "To prove that Baldr is a loved one, each and every one of the creatures and objects, living or dead, should proclaim their grief and sorrow. Baldr can then return to Asgard. But if one of the creatures or objects do not, then Baldr stay here with me. "




Hermod transmitted this message. The gods sent ambassadors around the world to demand that Baldr was crying, and did all men, creatures, dirt, rocks, trees and all metals. When the messengers were returning, they reached a cave where he was a giant who called Thokk, which was none other than Loki in disguise again. They asked me to cry for Baldr out of hell. She replied with these verses. "Tears are dried to divest Tokk. In Baldr's funeral pyre. Dead or alive, the son of man ever served me, let Hel hold what is theirs. "

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DECISIONS

The crossroads is a sacred place.
There the pilgrim has to make a decision.
is why the gods usually sleep and eat at the crossings.
Where roads cross, two great powers are concentrated,
the path will be chosen and the road will be abandoned.
Both are transformed in one way but simply
for a short period of time.
The pilgrim may rest, sleep a bit,
even consult the gods who live at the crossroads.
But nobody can stay there forever
Once the election must go ahead,
without thinking about the way we stopped traveling. O
crossing becomes a curse