I remember a conversation with my grandmother. She was a woman born at the beginning of the 20th century in full cultural transition, coming from the countries of Eastern Europe. Her conclusion of the twentieth century as early as the 1980s was: "All isms are bad." At my young age I asked her… almost prophetically… I could have asked her so many other things - but, she had been raised with that intrepid way of seeing the world. Grandma Christianity too? I think the 5 seconds that she thought the answer she said to herself… Ana, what are you talking about!
But he forced himself to answer me by holding his vision and said YES! My son too. And God made it clear to me, God is not bad, those who do isms are! Today, after 35 years, I still believe that all isms are bad. Some believe they enclose in boxes, the eternal truths whether they are of God or of men. But in these things the box rarely speaks of the content.
In these cases the content is much more valuable than the packaging. The so-called truth box is that product that is decorated and made available to humanity, so that it orders and governs your immediate reality, and if possible, for life.
The box of your dreams
Once upon a time there was a beggar, like so many, in a town like so many. This man went out every day to beg from the goodness of his neighbors for some food, something of something, that could be useful for his daily life.
One day in the privacy of his humble home he talked with God, and said… God God, if I had a coin every day to buy the bread I need to live, I would not have to go out to ask… good man fell asleep. That night he had a dream in that dream an angel came down to his house and left him a purse. The angel said to him, wake up good man God has heard your prayer and has granted your wish. You will no longer have to ask for more, or wander the streets in search of your livelihood. Every day you will have the coin you asked for. Here is a purse, each time you open it there will be a coin for each day, and after saying his message the angel left.
In the morning the good man woke up amazed from his dream, but the amazement was more when he found a purse between his sheets, he could not believe it, almost trembling he took it in his hands. It was the typical gobelin cloth pocket purse, and even without leaving his amazement he opened it !! And HOOO Surprise, inside it was a coin, and the coin was gold !!! He jumped out of bed with joy, the air couldn't fit in his lungs, and he said to himself: this can't be, I needed a common coin and I have a gold one. I believe that all the things that God gives you are gold…
The angel's words sounded louder and louder in his head, he took the coin and got ready to go out to buy not only his food, he already thought about everything he would buy that day….until !!!
He stopped in his tracks and thought,,,, what would happen if I open the purse again… trembling but decided, he opened the purse and that there was…. Another GOLD coin ………… I COULD NOT BELIEVE IT !!! At 20 MINUTES THE BED WAS FULL OF GOLD COINS the emotion was strong, his thoughts, his frenzy, he no longer thought about buying but where he would store so much wealth, the purse would not stop opening and closing. What would he say to his neighbors… When the people knew what was happening they would not believe him, and what! If I can buy the whole town JAJAJAJ., But what would happen to the thieves, if they found out about this wealth, they would kill him for the purse…. There came a moment that the delirium was greater than his heart… and he did not resist,… the emotion he was older,… and that's how he died.
The town followed its course every day, outside the sun was shining, the only thing missing was the figure of the beggar in its streets, people and neighbors, worried, came to his house to see what was happening to him. His friends found him dead, sitting on his bed, clutching a purse in his hands.
I remember this story so much !!, my grandmother told it to me parading human greed.
A box a purse, there is a lot of light outside, we incredibly get into boxes, into paradigms, into ideas that try from the inside, to order the world full of light.
The paradigm is an idea but an idea that does not allow the passage to others, a scheme so strong that it prevents the limits of your box from continuing to expand. The problem is not in having limits, but in the impossibility of extending them.
Your results depend on what is inside the box, never what it looks like. Much less of the box itself.
Raise your head, see the horizon as far as you can see will be what belongs to you!
