Horacio Duran

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness; For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Hay dos clases de miedo, uno, el miedo que nos empuja a aprender, nos motiva a leer mas, a investigar, para asi algun dia tener mejor respuesta a las pregunts de las futuras generaciones. De esta forma ayudamos a protejer la vida humana. Aportamos a la ciencia, nos tomamos de la mano con la erudicion. Este miedo es bueno. El otro miedo, nos detiene, nos agarramos de un solo libro escrito por miembros de una tribu nomada. Ese miedo nos convierte en celosos protectores de una "verdad" incompleta, y por ello vamos a guerra con los que no estan de acuerdo con nuestra interpretacion, y la vida humana baja de valor. Este miedo es malo.

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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