Horacio Duran

Surviving guide for 2012 It was the summer of 1979, I went to a retreat in the mountains of Chiapas Mexico. Up in the top, between Tabasco and Tapachula Chiapas, sets a town name Jitotol, which in ancient Mayan means “up high”. During my stay there for three days I heard that deep into Quintana Roo a State South of the peninsula of Yucatan, existed an old seer, a direct descendant of the Mayan tribe. This old man believed to be over one hundred years old, it is also believed that he could hold your hand and tell your future, or just future things that you will became aware as time passes. My curiosity won me over, so I got together with a guide who just wanted the adventure of a days journey and good conversation and took into the Jungle, in some instances it is call the black jungle, because you open a trail by machete and in hours you can not find your way back. Of course nothing was going to stop me if I wanted to know about my future. By that time I have been to Canada, several

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This past month has been busy, not like other months that passed by. Since January I've been looking for employment, after a couple of months, I found out that I have enough in me to became self employed. A Bachelors in Business Administration, know-how of the internet industry, fully bi-lingual, so here it is. I am the President and Founder of WorldWebNow.net ... if it sounds like fun, it is! I find myself spending countless hours at my computer in my home office, loads of fun. To quote someone semi famous, we are here for a short time, let us have a fun time. I aslo created the opportunity for my friends and bloggers to became a part owner of this venture, just go to WorldWebNow and there you are! a little investment can create a job for you. Remember dont try to hard, relax, have fun life is extremely short. Will love to have you be a part of our team.

Cada dia trae consigo un nuevo amanecer, cada dia viene acompañado de una sonrisa. Tu eres el cielo mismo, la esencia de la sonrisa de los niños de hoy, mañana cuando me encuentre en el asilo, ya viejo, calvo y olvidado, recordare que te dije que invaluable eres hoy. Memorias son el alimento de la vejez, buenas memorias son el cielo, y un brazo estrechado hacia la eternidad. Tu, te olvidaras que un dia fui tu instructor, pero yo recordare que hoy eres lider porque me ganaste el debate. Algun dia estaras sentado leyendo unos poemas olvidados, entonces la luz llenara tu alma, evocaras mi imagen de años ya pasados y sabras que somos UNO.

Horacio Duran No quiero que pienses que soy un sacrilego, pero no me importa si la santa inquisicion me descubre el poder de peticion, se perdio con Abram Abram subio a la montaña para sacrificar a Isac, que pena porque solo nececitaba cambiar de manera de pensar, El sacrificio de sacrificios a un Dios no es una vida humana es mas simple, es, que por amor sacrifiquemos nuestras ideas que se han convertido en nuestros hijos y aceptar a los demas por lo que son, nada mas.

De madrugada y medio dormido tuve la presencia del Divino que me dijo, hoy iras al infierno por adultero,mentiroso, ladron, homosexual y mal padre le pregunte al Divino porque decidi hacer estas cosas? y me contesto por que sigues el ejemplo del maligno pregunte entonces quien creo al maligno?

A Journey of a Mexican Immigrant. 　 By: Horacio Duran 　 　 　 　 What goes throught the mind of a child when it is exposed to violence and terror it is incomprehensible. I was not aware of the deep seeded fears and turmoil that this can cause in a human being, but I think I am beginning to unravel such an impact as I look back on my life experiences and meditate upon them. It was the morning of September 23 1965, In a city located in the northwestern state of Chihuahua, the name Madera (Timber land) My Dad, was a city policeman and drove the only van available to transfer convicts tru and fro the jails around. That particular morning was important because it was the first day that I will see him go to work. Every morning he was sleping when I went to school, or he was gone but that day we were getting up at the same time. Not long since we woke up we heard some explosions, first one and two, then some scattered sound of bullets, my Dad quickly prepared himself to go out and find out what