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Fractal experience

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In my mind I had a vague notion of the term fractal. I knew that it explained the existence of the Universe, and therefore, of all of us.

Still, I had not stopped to think beyond its generality, only that it gave balance and harmony. Then I saw something that caught my attention more to explore and participate in its practical concept.

I went to a talk with a friend called “Fractal Music”. Yes! I knew it had much to do with waves swaying from here and there, giving musicality to this infinite Universe.

But… what’s it all about? What is a fractal? How does this apply to music, writing, finance, architecture, medicine?

A fractal, according to the Royal Spanish Academy is an “iterative structure with the property that its appearance and distribution statistics do not change whatever the scale in which it is observed”.

In simple words, it is, an object or figure, which may be flat or space, but its appearance is the same, regardless of the scale used. Its metric fractal dimension, as it is called, is a non-integer.

Fractals can be created by individuals or can already be found in nature, such as flowers, snails, galaxies, or art.

In fact we are full of fractals, and in every decision we make, they appear. It is pure science that explains it. It is art that makes you feel. It is thought and feeling activated by our BEING in free action.

Fractals are different, beautiful, infinite. Producing contrasts, sounds, silences. For example, when we refer to FRACTAL MUSIC, we are talking about repetitive sounds generated with specific patterns.

“Fractals are based on Pythagorean mathematical premises, that is how we work and how life develops. Science begins when we ask. In fact it is to learn how to solve and to learn how to make harmonious, mathematical, scientific and melodic closures. There is no ugly, nor nice. There is only a SOLUTION”, I heard from Patricio Torres, Costa Rican musician and speaker of the talk.

Fractals achieve to create an harmonious composition, but using both directions: horizontal and vertical, complementary to avoid imbalance. That’s how we would come to promote the quality of thought and preparation.

For a long time we have been feeding of external things, without looking at the real purpose of growth, of the INTERNAL HEALTH.

Fractals are responsible for understanding the chaos, but are complex to define under classical concepts or methods.

They provide us with a new system, but in reality they have always existed, but only now it recovers its origins in front of obsolete systems.

We have not been arousing the BE or DO. We have stalled in the approach to belonging. It’s time to transmit our accented creations of the soul. Let’s discover and share our fractals!

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The paradise of the soul

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Meditation shadowless letters, just rays guiding the scale… Touch, touch, touch that world outside of the laws of physics.

Down and up. Up and down. Alteration movements that create the musicality of the yearnings. Secrets come out of lightning padding of the book: light as a foundation.

Thoughts delve into the letters. Activate and activate that creation out of our common way to deplore or project.

All energy succumbs with loyal yellow sunset, yellow peace. Meditation is the great REST. Return to and the Eden.

Those spots are removed, they think can illuminate, but about light they know nothing. In community we recover the source. Resolutions and miracles. Even-handed actions. Sensitivities.

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That light

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— How have you been?

— Fine, everyone fighting.


— Courageous! That’s what’s most important. These struggles bring us closer to the light.


— Absolutely! We have to remove every shadow. We have always had that light: our God. I am inspired.


— It is within us, the chaos we sometimes see just covers it, but at the moment we begin TO BE, TO LIVE and TO THANK, everything begins to adjust. The light takes its place.

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Techno-poetry

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Together we walked. Together we survived. Together we awakened others. Yes! Poetry, technology, creation. Only they know us as two: techno-poetry, because we are already creating itself.

We have always thrown experiences, enhancing sensitivity in hearts. We are also called techno-poetic, or in simple language, technological poetry.

So changes have come… looking for our more technical part, without losing our romanticism. They have opened us another space, more digital.

Our language seems to keep certain characteristics, although other letters have been cut or added… They say everything goes fast and we need to reach “what we came for”.

The great thing is that the technology is like a machine that provides certain tools… but a machine without feelings…

There poetry begins to live, to give life and color to these technical spaces that sometimes seek artificial language.

Together we complement each other, with endless possibilities for routes that want to mix, show or spell… We produce semantic forms with associations and dimensions to create love.

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Emissaries of light

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When we have a vision, our greatest desire is to communicate it with urgency and passion. It is to speak from the heart and make it feel it in the soul of many others.

How to unite and remove the divisions? How to realize the vision of adults with flames of children?

That has been the aspiration of thousands of souls with different professions, located in multicolored cities, with substances of joy, in and outside.

There the adventure of the heart starts, looking for a world full of kindness, destroying fears and removing the suffering…

Redemption, as is well known, is that harmonious note music awakened in the Universe.

It is the synchronization of events flowing from the unit of some people that have involved some others to inspire and return to the “walk for life” with instruction.

Thanks to many, called emissaries, the desire has grown with various initiatives around the world.

An emissary don’t abandon their dreams, desires, talents or life project… but used in every mission, every mental, physical or emotional action, very deep, inside their personality and full creativity.

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Daughter-city

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Female revelation. Daughter, wife, mother. From the mount with water fountains. A poetic expression that speaks of her deep fields of light for the world.

It’s a place with picturesque interpretations: a hill as fortified city, a city with temple and throne, an image of separated woman.

The representation conceives a center of creation, sacred actions that awaken the goodness of Heaven to connect with the Earth.

The principle is manifested, the revelation of divinity. It is home inhabited by the presence expanding as warm green with glow of another dimension.

Space to announce his eternal kingdom. It’s not the daughter of a city, but the daughter-city. A special relationship between him and her is looming. The defense is from Above. Protection.

The daughter-city appears as a place of refuge for those who want peace.

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What words came to me?

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The words that came with the wind, laden with the marine and saline breeze that refreshes the corners of my soul, which oxygenates the molecules of my being and full of joy my lonely anxiety hanging from the branches of jacarandas.

What words came to me? Those which hold my heartbeats and throb in unison with the letters I collect with my weary sight.

What words came to me? Those that blow which blizzard in twisted circles movements, leaving behind the impurities of yesterday. The words, yes, those words that build ideas and with which we play every day without knowing their meaning, but which are inevitably doomed to express.

What words came to me? Those which condemn me to a freedom and don’t give me an excuse to be wrong or to blame anyone, but to accept my responsibility for my untold daily acts. Those letters, those words that conjugate all in one, lilting and unique word, form for me, the word love.

Author: Gabriel Cordero
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You are not here

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I care for your love like a bird does it with it chicks. In a nest of petting interwoven with hope, with hugs of pain, but on a random afternoon. The rain came, intensified over the nest and in a heartbeat, my love, forged in live cry was gone with water. Now here I am, my love, again spinning the fibers of my heart. Crimping the spasms of my soul and silently screaming to the seven seas that I don’t have you… that you only live in me, in the most intense part of my memory, in vivid images of my dreams where I cannot reach or feel your arms, your full lips, and your smell. Yes my life, that unmistakable smell that smells like your love. And I decided to live with you in my soul and endure with life, inspired in your memory, that memory that nourishes my life, filling with joy my few fleeting moments, and fight with the melancholy. That partner who calls at the door every morning and every night when by my side I look for you and you are not there…

Author: Gabriel Cordero
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Something to say…

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Just a few words,
That’s all you ask.
You want to hear from them
how I felt.
If I filled the void
you left in my soul.

Rejoice then my love,
if that makes you happy.
Owner of my sadness,
my heart still grieves for you.

But there is no evil that lasts a hundred years
say the connoisseurs from the soul.
My tears will cease
and another love will be reborn.

My hands are now empty
tomorrow they will be agitated,
like birds in the wind,
enjoying freedom.

Then you will not blossom,
even not in the memory.
Your footprint will be deleted.
My heartbeat will cease for you
and this story will not exist…

Author: Gabriel
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What do I love?

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I love the adventure of life, the constant challenge of finding magic in every detail, in every corner…

I love the sound of the laughter that comes from the heart, the taste of tears that come from the soul, the softness of eyes lost in the immensity of creation…

I love the life of the water, the passion of fire, the freedom of the air, peace on earth…

I love when dreams meet reality and deliver miracles…

I love the children and the innocence, I love elders and their wisdom, I love women and their complexity, I love men and their courage…

I love the feeling of satisfaction when you manage to cross the barrier of fear, of the: “I can’t”.

I love the purity that surrounds the love between humans and animals…

I love the vibes that condense when nature speaks to the hearts that come into harmony.

I love the magic of the night and the secrets it holds, the complicity of the moon, the majesty of the stars, the illusion of the city lights and the melody of each sound that gets worse in the silence of the night…

I love every sunrise and the hopes that come with each new sun…

I love to love, because through love I rediscover the value of life…

Author: Leah Netzer
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