Wisdom and Spirituality

March 21, 2009

I am in a dream, in that dream I was running with some people. I saw places from the middle of a mountain and the day’s hour is before midday.

With me there are few people. That people are suffering the devastation of the war.

In our backs there are violent sounds. Several bombs and guns are killing innocent people.

I was running very scared for saving my life. In the same time I am showing the way to the liberty to people, because they are familiar to me. In the middle of a little way and climbing in a hill there is a little boy.

He is two years old and I do not know why he is completely nude.

I saw him in the middle of the way and while I am running with desperation I took him in my arms and I embraced him with all my power.

Who is that little boy?

He is a chosen one. My soul could recognize him in the middle of the suffering. I felt his real name in my heart. He is a Dalai Lama.

The Dalai Lama is the ocean of wisdom. Every stone in the way, every flower in the hill, every tree in the forest, every bird… absolutely he knows the spiritual and scientific name.

The knowledge is inside him because he own the wisdom for ever. His happiness is the same wisdom and he does not need anything material.

That little boy is in my arms and we are now in the top of the mount. I am happy to help him.

Now we see the valley and there is not war, because there is calm. I sincerely believe that this is not a simple dream.

I have a beautiful feeling in my heart. Why I had this dream?

Until yesterday I did not know that Dalai Lama means ocean of wisdom.

After this dream I took the necessary time to search the information about Dalai Lama.

What is necessary for helping to humanity to find a real way the wisdom?

“Knowledge and spirituality should walk together.”


The Sanctuary

March 17, 2009

I saw your beautiful face and long hair with the movements of the sun’s rays. You are like an Eva in the prohibited garden. You are my garden that I saw since I was a child.

All your fruits was given to me. I enjoined all of them.

That juices are so sweet that my hands disappear in your body when the warm voice of the life tell our names.

I always wanted to touch you. The life has these incredible ways and from here does not matter the human time.

I wanted you with all the energy of my life… and I touched you once and I was born again as the son of the promise was born.

I saw my dear maiden directly to your eyes, because I have contemplated my own passion for you as somebody see the mirror of the life.

Now everything is magic, everything that I see I can recognize now your promise. You are inside me singing every day.

To whisper your name in the morning when the sun opens the flowers does that I feel the way to my real home.

I do not fear anything, only you know who I am, only you.

The Princess of the butterflies

March 13, 2009

I do not remember why I am here. I am in front of beautiful places, where the sun illuminates everything. Several gardens with flowers as a shine field of velvet.

The sky is blue and I can smelt the nature of the truth.

This is a magic garden. This is my secret garden. This is where I am hidden to the real world. I can see to everywhere and enjoy the beautiful of these wonderful places.

I am walking alone. In front of me are thousands of beautiful butterflies. All are so beautiful that it is impossible to distinguish to every one of them.

Their colors are amazing. Their wings push me air in my face and I can remember places before to have born.

I do not want to touch any of them because they are delicate.

In only one instant, in only one second I saw the most beautiful of all butterflies.

She is so beautiful that to see her does that my heart jumps constantly.

Thousands of them are in front of me, but she is the princess. I know that.

I want to be near her, but it is impossible. With any of my steps she disappears like the sun disappears when the night comes.

When I stop to walk she is in front of me again. Radiant with her wings movements. Very nice to see her dance. The happiness in her smile makes me happy.

I want to touch her, but now there is more distance.

I want to embrace her with all my passion for feeling her kingdom, but I know that it would be my last action. Finally, I understand that this magic garden is not real because this is a dream.

I wake up with her face in my mind. I start to walk alone again.  In the way are thousands of beautiful butterflies, but none of them like the princess that I saw.

Where the way ends, when all people ignores that I am breathing… she is in the gate of this magic garden.

I can recognize her in the distance. I can close my eyes and to feel where she is.

She is the most beautiful princess of all the butterflies. I hear her voice. I feel her laugh in the distance.

I do not know what to do. If I come back to my dreams I could loose her for ever.

If I continue there is another gate that it is impossible to see what are the colors of that places. I only want to rest. I would wish to fly as she flies but I cannot do that.

I press my hands to my ears.  I close my eyes and I don’t know how I can see that I am kneeling.

In front of me thousands of butterflies but I miss her. I miss her voice, I miss her face.

I want to see her eyes of princess once more. I know that this could be my last minute in my life.

I can feel the darkness comes to me. Everything is dark because the sun does not have brightness.

The beautiful places now are eroded. My tears wet the floor. Now I’m dying alone and I can’t see anything.

Everything is silence. No more colors. I wake up of this dream and I discover that my closed hands have something that I can’t see.

I wake up again and around me are few people with black clothes. Nobody known. I can’t move my body. I can’t speak and I can’t open my eyes.

What happened with me? I do not remember why I am here.

I am in front of dark places, where the night covers everything. There are several gardens without flowers as an eroded field of velvet.

The sky is black and I can smelt the nature of the death.

Finally, I remember that this is another dream and when I wake up…

I see my beautiful princess, in front of me with her girl’s eyes and I embrace her with all my passion knowing that this is my last dream, but I did it!!! because she is the Princess of all the most beautiful Butterflies.

Condorito: a real Chilean character

March 13, 2009

There are several stories about how this Chilean character know as Condorito was born.

In 1942 a movie called “Saludos Amigos” was created by Walt Disney for south American countries when the world was suffering the devastation of the second world war.  Interesting message.

In that movie Pedro is a little airplane that represents to Chile and he can’t cross the mountains (Cordillera de los Andes).

When the movie was watched by René Ríos Boettiger (1911-2000) who was a Chilean cartoonist known as “Pepo” (pseudonym), he thought after to have seen that movie:

that is not true ¡the Chilean people are not like that!

Immediately he took the pencil and started to draw different characters that show how the Chileans are.

He was thinking in a character that show to everybody the particular way of how Chileans enjoy to make humour.

The condor is a representative bird of Chile and south America and it was taken for to give life to this special character.


Condorito (diminutive of Condor) is an Andean condor with the scientific name of Vultur gryphus (Vultur).

Coat of Arms of Chile

Condorito is one of most important comic magazines in Chile, and probably one of the most representative character in all south America for Comic magazines.

The unique sense of humour really speaks for Chile. Every story, every funny situation is a story where the craftiness, the prank and why not the mischief appears in funny way.

Any story ends with the expression PLOP! That it means the perplexed of the situation.

What would be the life without jokes? A boring expression of the “it does not sense”.

The smile is proper of the human being, to laugh, to cry. We should have one smile per day for doing this world more sensitive in a good way.

It does not means to hide the reality, however it really would help us to see our weakness and strength end enjoy from a simple magazine.

Any character in this magazine represents a person, not only a Chilean person, but a character from any city around the world.


Condorito is a real character, he is also an international character without layer and a stupid mask.

He does not have a double personality. He shows us the another side of the humour where the unforeseeable appears in any second with an expressive PLOP! (what is that!)


Thank you Condorito for showing me where I am from, thanks plumifero (bird) !!!