04-02-10

SHAMANISM Creative GIAN BERRA

    Shamanism is the ability of all their identity and relationship building with every other consciousness perceives it. But also to relate the whole of himself. Nature is a collection of minds: plants, animals, stones, totems and idols. Ideas or thoughts or even just "presence". Even nature is filled with air, earth, fire, etc.. We all have this quality. Some are born with greater ease of use. But everyone can learn to use them. In societies where religion is allowed today in the natural human group affected the lives each course. It is a particularly charged with the role of shaman (or sorcerer), who has a mandate to follow his time role pieno.Quando is not working sostituito.Nel site are placed a series of conferences dealing with the issue. Identities that relate are innumerable, and dialogue with them is always fruttuoso.Serve to make us feel in the company (as indeed we are). New consciousness today were born. Are exciting and we steal a lot tempo.Ma we have never considered "live"? We never had a personal relationship with them conscious? We have never considered conscious beings? Well creative shaman does.

I list a few: the phone, internet and computer, a nice bike or a book truly special. Even the favorite team and our group of favorite friends. Or a beautiful picture of course.

See you soon, Gian Berra.

Viewing passive ... almost.

The first time I did was several years ago. And I was naturally no one had taught me. Then later I read in a Buddhist text: I had not invented anything new.

Obviously a certain level of experience, things are repeated, as taken from a common container available to all who seek a bit of courage inside that container occult (hidden) and free gathering every experience of the human and monkeys not only . Of course I was trained to do similar experiences. I remember that the cause was a great confusion of naughty thoughts swirling around my head. And I wanted to sleep. How to silence them?

Easy to say. But that crowd of restless beings were there inside me and all demanded attention. I consider the thoughts "beings" alive and conscious in all respects. Every thought has the sacred right to exist. Has its own identity, personality, desires, emotions, body, goals etc. To most is within me, rather it is myself. It's part of me.

Illusion would want to destroy, remove or throw away.

And then there's the problem that I can not erase it. My brain (I do not know how it is that of others) remembers everything. Some are convinced that you format your brain, and maybe you can start from scratch. Lucky him. Maybe what you think you have just deleted and hidden in a drawer ... and does them without being seen.

What an awful thing being conditioned by what we know is hidden in a drawer ... within us. Do not see at all. We swear that there is not.

And he mocks us. What fool! E 'as a fence be built around and not see it. Locked inside a cage, thinking that there is, since we do not see.

I know people from that cage privately expressed his anger in the world consider itself free. Maybe she was beaten as a child, or perhaps great. The fact remains that now unable to free himself, and as a barking dog tied to a chain to the world his discomfort. A keeper himself. A fundamentalist, as we say today ...

The practice of Shamanism is as old as the creative world. But needs creative minds. And the creative power is available free to all. Just take any street corner and use it.

In practice this is going to open all possible hidden drawers. Certainly not as easy as complaining about the evil that others do to ourselves or the world. The drawers to be opened are those of mine, and contain all the things that I deluded to close once and for all. Period.

What follows in this report, not for one who thinks so. I might as well throw these notes in the trash and thought no more. Rather, all formats.

Or do high screams angry towards infinity, having already decided its case once and for all.

But I digress, as usual, is certainly due to other naughty thoughts and parasites that still have every right to express themselves. Small Gods.

The passive display in practice.

The meaning of "display" is granted. Everyone knows what it is. But because "passive"?

E 'passive because his conduct is not guided by conscience alert. That is not the Ego wonderful that we have running the show. So far nothing new: I remember an old text of yoga that I read in the '60s as a teenager, which meant the same thing. Only in that case the ego was seen as an obstacle and had to stay there like good, almost asleep to learn some kind of lesson. Monotheistic influences in Indian philosophy? In the Chinese and Japanese still did not exist. But even in native cultures there are concepts of guilt, is an instrument of power as old as the human ape.

In the display turns to which I refer the ego does not lead to the wonderful game. But look vigilant everything and experiences of what it encounters. Not acting at all. Does nothing but observe.

Can not react to anything that meets neither emotions, or opinions or memories, or reactions, etc..

In this case agrees to be just an observer. It accepts a priori, otherwise the game is not worth it. It 'a game heavy. It should be done as a game. A game that begins with the emotions of the moment, but which are set aside for the duration of the game.

Then at the end of everything you can also wreak if considered necessary. Even the ego has its rights. By Jove!

Passive viewing can be done anywhere and under any condition and for more varied purposes. But it is best done in a secure location, quiet and possibly in a relaxed and without too much light. With practice certain conditions are not so necessary. But for beginners it is better to be comfortable.

More selfish and make it a goal ... to get to sleep. I know it's trite, but sometimes necessary. Then if you have the courage to continue any purpose shall be valid:

I sit relaxed on the couch. I feel comfortable. Maybe I have in mind to pay the bills tomorrow, and the money is not really all there is. Then there's the sting of insolent boss or colleague unpleasant. And I eat heavy food. And the cries of children, the fact that today it is raining and I waited for the sun. Furthermore the moon is full and I get some thoughts ...

I do not send away those thoughts. They are part of me and have the right to be heard.

I try to feel my body and its sensations as your weight on the couch, the air which are immersed, the vague echoes of sounds that I perceive. I am my body is obvious.

My eyes are closed in a little 'forced in the beginning. Then even those relax. The mind is a chaos of tensions that still want to win. Each in his own way. Not pay special attention to each of them, but does not pose any obstacle to none.

I accept this confusion as it is. I am in a chaos of small gods, each of which has reasons to sell. I let them all free to say what they need to express. E 'in their own right.

Conscious part of my notes that confusion. A cacophony of voices and impressions he attends as a spectator. A spectator who observes all without becoming involved. It seems impossible?

All. Enough to allow our conscious ego, at that moment, to accept the language of the brain: concepts but not images. Indeed, the concepts we have in mind may be composed of hidden pictures. The brain works for images containing more images.

While the computer with which I write works for negations and affirmations: it will struggle to become intelligent. At least not invent a computer that works for images (holograms). But it seems that you are already invent one ...

We work for image-holograms. Not only image why! But holograms. The hologram is an image that contains all the other images in themselves as a link and "seed".

This means that if I take a single image from my brain and make her into pieces, then pick one of these pieces and watched him show me the entire image (before breaking). Maybe with less resolution, but will still be full. But not only! On closer observation I can see that piece also all (or almost) the images I have in mind. That is, I can also see my part in that piece "character".

Magic? No is just reality. Hidden truths, but real.

So to move forward in the view you'll have to turn those little mischievous gods who are our thoughts ... in pictures. And you can be sure that will make a great resistance. They will do anything not to be revealed. That is, be made recognizable as images.

The reason is that we have been educated for generations (we in the West) to omit the image for the concept of it. A power that we have lost. But it is time to recover. We are ready to once again become idolatrous?

The word is almost scary, almost. It seems an insult.

We were used to fill the head of concepts reasonable. We do not know what images represent. Mental tension eddy taken as obvious. Remain there until we are inside a cage.

How can you give an image of the chaotic thoughts?

The mistake is to think about. It 'like trying to build concepts from images. What a mistake!

We make the leap! Let the naughty thoughts to reveal his own image, whatever that is!

Are we not as a passive awareness?

Each parasite is thought clever. As ourselves anyway. It shows how we want to see. That is they form (but does not perhaps the ego?).

May bear any thought to take any spiteful leaving any image he decides to show. All is well.

Him free.

He will leave us free.

May "be" anything he wants. Bottom is not seeking another.

Work? Easy to say written words. Especially if the procedure is done with all these thoughts in that moment.

The difficulty is always the same: control the process. The Ego is afraid to miss something, do not do well the accounts. This is also a mischievous thought. And who cares if we do things right? We are only spectators of what is happening.

Go as he goes. By Jove!

Let us as an image in the middle of the chaos that is beginning to color and rich in life forms spontaneously.

And we set the target we set ourselves. I had proposed to sleep, not thinking any more. An area on the horizon, dark and empty. A hologram made of nothing, calm dark.

But it is only an example.

Other holograms certainly do not leave me in peace. Here is a question of practice. The images evoked chaotic will do anything to distract from my goal. Conquered all the times that will observe carefully, captured by their emotional content.

I'll lose anyway if the deny and try to avoid them. And 'as if trying to fight off a fly. It 'just what he wants. Although this is only a virtual fly.

I come before you? Excite me or scare me? O.K. Meanwhile I let them do with the attention to my purpose. I feel everything and pointed the way. And every living thing to observe ... showing the way forward.

Then I woke up the next morning really fit. And I paid all the bills. Mischievous and the other gods? There were all alive and well. But now I had learned (in part) to see them as images. Not what I had done it (concepts) but rather as what they were in reality. Those who wished to show themselves. Now free to do so. There seems little?

At this point had become very Gods with its image. True idols.

Gian Berra.

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NEW BAROC:

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Vecchie storie in evoluzione...

Quando nel 1500 i gesuiti, stupiti alla vista dei monumenti  Eztechi, Maya, Incas e delle altre civiltà fiorite nell’America appena “scoperta” pensarono di portare in Europa tale orgoglio nell’espressione di sé e di usare tale stile "pagano" per glorificare la chiesa cattolica.

La controriforma si era mangiata e digerita gran parte delle aspettative di novità creative.

Ma serviva un atto di orgoglio per mostrare la grandezza e la munificenza del Vaticano, e il suo diritto a rappresentare il potere e lo splendore del Dio unico universale che aveva creato tutto.

Nacque così nella Roma di allora lo stile Barocco. Una profusione di opulenza piena di sé. Una esplosione sovrabbondante di riccioli che scaturivano pingui e preziosi come putti divini. Putti nudi e rosei come porcellini.

Nacque allora il delirio divino della fabbrica di S. Pietro e tutte le altre chiese di Roma che trionfano tuttora. Il nuovo stile fece proseliti in tutta Europa. Almeno quella cattolica. Ma incuriosì anche la parte laica del continente.

In fondo era uno stile davvero esplosivo. E ben presto la sue interpretazione si allargò.

Chi non ha visto i costumi dell’epoca del Re Sole (un nome che davvero la dice tutta...) e la sua reggia? Tutto venne esagerato. E non vi furono più limiti alla fantasia. Solo a Roma e a Madrid ci si vestiva di nero. In Francia e nelle altre corti europee l’Ego meraviglioso celebrava la varietà e la fantasia e si godeva di esporsi e rappresentarsi senza timore. Nelle case dei ricchi borghesi si pretendevano quadri su misura per gli spazi privati: nature morte opulente, nudi erotici rosei ed appetitosi, scene bucoliche di natura selvaggia, ritratti orgogliosi di sé…

L’arte è espressione di ciò che si è dentro. E’ mettere in mostra sé stessi per poter così ammirarsi, scrutarsi, confrontarsi. E’ la cornice visibile, concreta del nuovo pensiero illuminista che non tarderà a manifestarsi coraggioso e ardito.

Il Barocco continuerà la sua evoluzione trasformandosi in Rococò, una forma di barocco matura, preziosa e più riflessiva. A volte più raffinata, a volte più superficiale. Come sempre avviene quando la realtà dei tempi muta con le nuove idee che pretendono di diventare realtà, un mondo muore per lasciare il posto ad un altro.

Il barocco riesce a trasformare la tristezza del cambiamento ( è sempre una forma di morte…) in un’epoca di sottile intimismo che mai diventa disperazione. Anche se qualche volta esprime una fuga oltre la realtà. Comunque una fuga scelta, mai subita.

Mozart e la sua musica divina sono l’esempio di questi “ultimi fuochi”.

Poi le cose cambiano. La coscienza risvegliata dell’Europa prende paura. Il ricciolo si ripiega su sé stesso. Si volge al passato, all’antica Roma. Un Classicismo arido e freddo gela il continente e il Romanticismo illude le coscienze che le emozioni siano assolute. Come Dio.

Da allora il Barocco  si stempera. Ma non scompare.

Saranno ancora una volta i popoli dell'oriente a salvare l’Europa, ma dovranno passare alcuni anni…

Per ora basta. E mi volgo all’oggi:

Chi se ne è accorto? Siamo in piena epoca Neo-barocca!

Gli architetti lo chiamano stile Postmoderno, ma è solo perché hanno vergogna di chiamarlo Neo-barocco.

Le forme degli edifici diventano leggere e fantasiose, pur mantenendo una moderna (e poco costosa) razionalità. Riprendono motivi antichi e li mescolano senza timore tra di loro. Si usano materiali pratici come la plastica e l’alluminio o l’acciaio inox.

Si propongono forme “biologiche” come pareti curve e irregolari…

E una sedia non è più solo un accessorio, ma diventa una protagonista.

La coscienza del mondo si evolve in modo inconsueto, ma non ha soste.

L’arte lo rivela.

Anche la mia pittura ne risente. Dato che ne risento io. Così nuove idee pretendono di diventare realtà; nel mio caso diventeranno quadri. Quadri neobarocchi, totalmente (?) volti a ridere di sé stessi e a gioire di esistere.

E senza più i vecchi schemi. Una piccola morte crea innumerevoli nuove vite.

Si mostra a maggio 2006 ( che primavera!) il New Baroc di Gian Berra.