Intruducción

I think it was the day that faith is disguised rejection, when something in me died painfully and to heal, something also born, first I thought it was just curiosity, need to know; over the years I realized I really was hungry for believing. The search was just beginning the goal of filling a void, an empty row of mysticism, the real intention was to have invisible company, to turn up-or inside-and know who to turn or what. When I made my first communion and the host entered between my lips felt a violin accompanied by religious fervor as a backdrop, literally (I think at least my memory is so melodramatic recorded), all my family and friends were puzzled to see the flow of tears began to flow from the eyes of this girl of 12 years and did not stop until the last pictures with each of them outside the Church are the photos ... (If there is evidence of that). And I remember my own surprise, who actually asked me what was wrong I turned around to see them face "do not be mundane," the only truth was that neither could I explain it clearly, but what was happening to me was pleasant in the ground more sublime.

Obviously in the following years (until late adolescence was when I stopped) that I minded the whole family went to church every Sunday, reason enough for my brother and I enemistáramos another bit, the school tried tirelessly to get the choir until I got it (this also no witnesses). Now that I realize I write my dedications.

It was at 19, after having received and given a spiritual retreat and other tricks that broke inside my cathedral rose window, when I lived firsthand the border rejections and assumptions were embodied in the Catholic religion. One day, just like that, for me love, I was out and I got a bang on the nose that left me full of anger and resentment. It carried enough trouble at the time I face myself to think it was just the beginning and also I had no "spiritual refuge" "without Him" ​​took away my right to pray and I responded with an obscene gesture that I will describe, I got into my shell and started walking on a path lit only my faith in me (although not yet know well what this meant). Years passed and finally I accepted and I began to love me more (a little). As part of the building, new foreign friends like myself and a port city and distant as Buenos Aires, I decided to formally begin a spiritual quest, after all when you leave your country is not only more, there is that the world is much bigger than their problems and gaps.

With the platform of my swims to Scientology and the controversial "fourth way" (now called: semiotics of everyday life) I set a goal to look for a teacher, a guru, Buddhist. My routine was completely flat without any ritual, without a moment of silence with a candle or incense. It is for this lack of myself in anything else, there is now a named item in my writing "On Types of Faith," because while it squeezed resentment and there is more against religion that I grew up and created my social context and moral (what a word), the need to find the great "beyond all this" is it valid and interesting meetings I have had not only spiritual intellectuals also where the growth is equitable, where blind faith and shut up-no- no wonder there is more: it goes. And I close this Getting Started with this beautiful and moving quotes: "You must examine my words to the deepest sense, then try and if you look barrage having analyzed, and tested the validity and truth of what I say, only then, can you accept them. " Buda. Siddhartha Gautama

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