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This post n º 198 of the Psalter is dedicated to all my buddies. CHRISTMAS

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These holidays left one thing clear: that our society is deeply rooted in religious beliefs. Solstice which will be held or be anything you want, but the fact is that our society is convulsed with the theme of Christmas.

When we were in Pushkar, which has a sacred lake and the only temple in India dedicated to Brahma, which is to be the god father of the trinity Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu, they told us that day was the birthday of Brahma and they were celebrating, so that the people were on holiday. When I told someone once that said how many met? The fact is that Christmas is that, the birthday of Jesus.

There will be people who are in favor of religion that is enchanted with Christmas, and people who are against you are frustrated. I'm not for or against. I'm actually in favor of knowing what happens. And what happens is that the religion is for long.

The downside is that there is no "one true religion." But there are several "one true religion." In a few sites and other others. And if it were so, everything would be more or less in order. The bad thing is that to maintain this structure, invented the expulsion of Jews and Moors, ethnic cleansing and so forth.

The thing is to keep the uniqueness in one place is impossible due to migration. Because in an area where prevails a "one true religion" grows and develops a different "one true religion" brought by immigrants. And as in a site can not be more than a "one true religion" because we have already fucked!

What is the solution? Tolerance.

no longer the little word is there, why tolerate means, more or less stuck with what you do not like one to avoid greater evils.

should not be pessimistic thinking that intolerance is the only flourishing. There are many historical examples of exemplary tolerance, as the Caliphate of Cordoba in which the bishops were appointed by the caliph. Only that some radical Christians were the means through which to Islam too attractive, blasphemed. As the crime was punishable by death because there is all screwed up.

Another example is that of Toledo by Alfonso X in which Christians lived together harmoniously, Muslims and Jews, although the monarch himself was rejected by everyone except the Seville.

The fact that Muslim mosques auctioned off three balls strung on a pole and is a declaration of tolerance because the balls representing the three religions of the book: Muslim, Christian and Jewish.

And the Patriarch of Constantinople lives in Istanbul is another detail.

But signs of intolerance of all parties is overwhelming.

What then? Well
be more tolerant and respectful of the views of others, because apart from the bastards of birth obviously there are!, ER TO WORLD Ë Guen. And to ensure that the show is not as such think again! And not to contribute, consciously or unconsciously, to this nonsense universal.

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This post n ª 197 of the Psalter I dedicate it to friends who follow him, wishing them a happy Christmas. SMUGGLERS.

I know that smuggling is very frowned upon, but such is the current thinking that invades it has lost that romantic feeling that I had previously. I remember hearing about smuggling precious fandangos:

At that mountain
few storms of May!
I have seen the cross beam, smuggling

came galloping on my horse

Crossing the Sierra
My horse got killed.

smuggling charges by a shot came to earth as he took
cried! A round the

enough. My pony

death wounded died saving my life.
I cried for his penalty
what my pony!

I for smuggling I have a sympathy inevitable that you will understand when I say that if it were not for smuggling and espionage, I would not be here now telling you all this.

was born in 40 years often! It was the most terrible time of hunger. My father worked at the port of Huelva and a friend of the port of Ayamonte was wrong with cans of milk powder that facilitated the vice-consul of England in Villarreal de Santo Antonio in Portugal. And so I would feed.

I told my father that one day received a very large batch because the vice-consul in question had taken out of circulation for spying for His Majesty's and the man before you exit the Forum had the detail to make an effort send all the milk he could. Understand that a thing is not forgotten.

At the time of World War II and in the border area between Spain and Portugal, Germany and England supporters are respectively produced a lot of smuggling with great display of wit.

funniest thing I heard was in the mountains, in the same border. If not anger the Portuguese began a called the English fascists who were there or were the English who called for the Portuguese did not know what. Total, which some say is your fucking fascist, and other things like that and ended up warming up and grabbed some rocks and began to stone him furiously from side to side. The projectile came more scarce English with baskets full of stones that were thrown in anger to the Portuguese.

The verbal skirmish and lytic lasted a long time. At night the Portuguese came to the scene and collected the stones that were tungsten ore, essential for the manufacture of armor, which is a very scarce and valuable material and more in times of war! abounding in mines in Huelva. So smuggling lost on the present civil guards undoubtedly would praise the patriotism of those people.

Another case also very funny also occurred on the border of Portugal, Galicia but I was told by my friend Emilio. It turns out that the smugglers were charged with smuggling mules as civilian guards appeared smugglers they ran but lost the load because the guards did with the mules. Then the smugglers

perfected the invention because the mules trainer follows: it got one in the block policeman dress and gave each mule so much of home runs that these animals were Picard. So when they went down the hill chastened those animals if they saw a policeman putting the burden they ran to safety.

were other times and other ways.

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This post n º 196 of the Psalter is dedicated to Isa.

GANESHA.

few days ago at home were putting fiber optics. For more megabytes than necessary, because with that I have my workaround but that's life! And enters the virtual hard disk pack is "in the cloud" when I have one here under the table, with a small light blue, full or not wanting. The case is that where I live telephone wires are not buried, so that something as modern as the fiber comes in such an old, hanging from a wooden pole as in Western movies.

The fact is that the colleague who comes to install the invention realizes that I have a Ghanesha in the door! Ours is a paneled door and Ghana is visible, but completely camouflaged, small and with the same color of wood.

As some of you will not be well versed in the Hindu pantheon, I say that Ganesha is the title elephant-headed God, is the "pattern" of children and of righting wrongs, according to the operator.

I asked the technician who had noticed how Ghanesha. Because
Ghanesha is very important to me!

And he told me why:

turns out that he was about to renew my residency I took the mandatory papers ...
I interrupted to ask:

Where are you?

I am Colombian and my wife is English.
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I should receive the permit within a week, but spent the week without receiving it, and another, and many more. And months. And a whole year. Continually going to complain, but in vain. I was already desperate, about to be expelled from the country and unable to attend a job that I had left because he lacked the right papers.

He said he attended a metaphysical sessions or so, and was told that a meditation dedicated Ghanesha. Ie to "entrust Ghanesha."

He did, and the next day the papers had already arranged. That of the window told me coldly:

But how come it has taken so long? If it is fixed in a week!

When he finished working at home, but will have to come back another day, I asked

Why is there a Ghanesha? How do you trim?

Actually I have it as a souvenir of our trip to India. But I told him that I have and others have a Heart. And I prefer the nice picture because the conventional extracorporeal heart with that burning and crowned with thorns find it too serious.

Ghanesha's image with his elephant head is more sympathetic, although it is still to be brutal. As the son of Shiva and Parvati. And they say his father in a rage, tore the head. Imagine the chagrin of the mother. And the father's repentance. Being an impulsive and almighty God left home determined to repair the damage, ready to head off the first passer-by to dig his beloved son. As passing by at that time was an elephant said and done! she placed her son the elephant's head just started.

also told, albeit with little conviction, that surely would give me luck.

I said yes I would give. Ghanesha was very effective because unraveling convoluted situations where is a sometimes unwittingly trapped.

politely concealed my skepticism, but he was very safe. And we must acknowledge that the guy has seen, because the time to go into the studio, where I have the router told me

you are the artist right?

Yes I replied.