Tonight,
One more time,
Escaping loneliness
And embracing being alone,
I submerge into my thoughts
As they are been challenged by two young minds.
Gathered by the hunger of understanding,
Attracted by what each other gives and receives,
Tonight, I fear none,
At the edge of a future
Only equal by the passion of my teenager years.
Little that I knew,
That intensity for life will always be in my days.
Learning how to be
In each unexpected moment,
When synchronicity strikes
And opportunity taps me on the shoulder.
I’ve been confronted with my fears,
Lately, more that ever,
And with my pocket full of endless excuses,
I grasp for air as I find my self saying yes,
And giving into an unknown situation
I somehow trust that I have what it takes.
Resisting the “freakiness” of these manifestations
Is a different story…
-Don’t run away,
Don’t be afraid,
Calm down…, breathe.., wait.., stay…-
My only prayer is
-..”see what you need to see”-…
laura
Saturday
another CLICK by Santiago Peralta
CLICK
It being 9 am in the morning and just arriving to the model’s apartment makes me wanna go to bed, but I can’t just yet. With the reaction of my perfect moment, I am compelled to share yet another story with you while it is still fresh in my mind…
Tuesday, June 17th… 10 PM my time, so 7 PM Arizona time. One of my best friends, Mike Anderson calls me up because we had agreed that we were losing touch a little bit and that we wanted to continue our talks about life, and philosophy and essentially our evolution as people. Ready for a long conversation about life, I am stunned by his reply of “I am going to pick up my new car” to the question what are you up to? I immediately ask for a development of his past statement and he quickly responds that he is going to pick up his new Jaguar XF. Suddenly everything clicks, and I remember that he told me that he entered a contest to win a Jaguar XF and today was the drawing, at 7:30 at Casino Arizona.
Both of us being followers of the “Secret,” we get in the mentality that he already won the car and the only step is to receive it. After a few idealistic, yet potentially true phrases exchange, he asks for my help to win the car. As his best friend, that was a rhetorical question at best. My next move was meditation; I knew that if he wanted that car, he needed my positive energy and the fastest way to get there was through a concentration of thankful and positive experiences.
After we hang up the phone, I go outside, sit down on the ground and pray. Not pray for him to win the car, or pray for him to be happy, but I pray to get into a positive trance. I think of vacations, trips, moments in my life that made my life, family, friends, but most of all, smiles. Smiles are what make me one of the happiest people on earth, and just thinking of all the people that care about me and that had genuinely smiled at me in the past propels me into the state of bliss that is not only unrivaled, but also unaffected by the material world. By now, my smile takes up most of my face and my eyes are already watering. Seconds after I achieve this state, Mike calls back.
He had gone to the wrong casino, and it was already 7:45, but fortunately he had just found out that he had until 8:10 to register. I could sense his energy through his tone of voice and the emotion in his speech was unmistakable; he was where I was. For no reason now, two best friends were laughing on the phone telling each other how amazing it was to be in this state and how fun it was going to be to drive this car. Ha ha nothing could bring us down… we were once again at the top of the world.
Mike then meets up with our mutual friend Ron and our phone call comes to an end. Our state of mind, however, did not falter. 3000 miles away we fed off each other’s energy.
My manager calls me up shortly after the conversation with Mike ends and announces to me that I have to wake up at 4 am so I can do a morning show for a News station. Sensing his fear and frustration, I gladly accept this job.
One more text message is exchanged in between Mike and me… a wish for good luck. I attempt to fall asleep, but at 12:10 am, I get a phone call from Mike saying that he did not get the Jaguar, some black guy had gotten it were his expressions. The voice was not content, but not bothered. And to my astonishment, not for one second I had lost faith or happiness.
4, 4:05, 4:10… ring ring ring… My alarms go off and a touch on the shoulder of my agent accompanies my last alarm. With the gentle, “Santiago, it’s time to wake up,” a playful “I’m up, What’s crackin?” responds. What? Why was I so energetic?? Why was I so happy? This was just stupid, now. I am not a morning person, it is 4 am, on 3 and a half bad hours of sleep. I am confused. As I make it to the kitchen half-dressed, I chow down with a tiny red delicious on one hand, and a carton of “Hawaii” juice (Yes, that’s the pineapple, peach, orange kind) on the other. Brushing my teeth, I noticed that I was actually rather awake. I finished getting ready, grabbed a Cliffbar, threw my backpack on and shoved the Ipod default headphones in my ears. I made my way down stairs by 4:34, out the door by 4:35. Strangely, right on time.
Wait, I realized I didn’t have my train ticket one minute into the walk to the Ditmars Blvd. subway station. Picked up a light jog back to the apartment, received a very strange “what the hell are you doing back?” look from my agent, which was replied by an “I forgot my train ticket” smile by me. Again, running a little late, I calmly jogged to the train station, but not before I swapped headphones. I did not feel like being disturbed by the outside world, I was way too happy, and horn honks and city noises just did not appeal to me at 5 in the morning. So I put on some, might I say pretty baller, in-ear, noise-cancelling headphones on and I threw the other ones in the top pocket of my backpack.
Sitting in the subway listening to Go On by Jack Johnson, it came to me. It clicked. Damn, I can’t believe I did not think about it before. My accomplice in always being positive, Mike, had to hear this. I flipped open my Krazr, and texted, word-by-word, “Wow something just slapped me in the face… hard lol… the contest last night wasn’t for the car, it was for the energy… you noticed how excited we were about something so minute… it was an opportunity to give thanks and be as happy as we can be… we re never gonna win contests like that, we work too hard for s**t to be that easy… If it was that easy, we would enjoy it for like 10 minutes and then it wouldn’t matter anymore… But because you still don’t have that car, I don’t know about you but I woke up at 4 am happy as f**k overflowing with energy and that’s when it hit me… its to show us that every moment is an opportunity to be happy no matter what happens… make sense?” Yes, I actually sent that long of a text at 5 am. The response came in the form of an “I love u and ur right.” A few more texts were exchanged, but that is not the point.
We sent out to the universe, that we want to be happy, that we enjoy positive energy and that we thrive on it… What do we get in return? A car? Hell, no. What would something so materialistic and simple do for us? What is 10 minutes of happiness in comparison with days worth of it? What we got in return was the opportunity to be happy. The opportunity to call your best friend who is all the way across the country and unify your energies to make a random moment the happiest that we can. The opportunity to crystallize a simple hope into a powerful happiness without the hope ever becoming concrete. And what did we do? We did just that. We took a moment, and we made it our moment. We used our human nature to develop into a fulfillment of desire without anything becoming true in this material world. Everything happened in our minds, “hearts” and “souls.” So maybe we are wrong, maybe this material world is not all there is. Maybe our true happiness does come from the inside. Maybe we do need to change our inside, before we can even think about changing our surroundings. Or maybe, as we change our inside, and as we fill ourselves with positive energy, the outside world adapts to us; it adapts to our own energy.
Maybe someday, this will click for you too. Maybe, it already has. Just make sure that when it does, take it for what it is. And be honest with yourself. Don’t lie to yourself and tell yourself that that is what you believe in and then get mad because you spilt a cup of coffee, or because you have “too much homework,” or whatever your self-handicap may be. Just remember, that at the end of the day, you can’t fool yourself about being happy. It is your right to be happy, and it is your job that you are happy. It is your responsibility. So maybe it is time that you make it happen, otherwise, what’s the point?
It being 9 am in the morning and just arriving to the model’s apartment makes me wanna go to bed, but I can’t just yet. With the reaction of my perfect moment, I am compelled to share yet another story with you while it is still fresh in my mind…
Tuesday, June 17th… 10 PM my time, so 7 PM Arizona time. One of my best friends, Mike Anderson calls me up because we had agreed that we were losing touch a little bit and that we wanted to continue our talks about life, and philosophy and essentially our evolution as people. Ready for a long conversation about life, I am stunned by his reply of “I am going to pick up my new car” to the question what are you up to? I immediately ask for a development of his past statement and he quickly responds that he is going to pick up his new Jaguar XF. Suddenly everything clicks, and I remember that he told me that he entered a contest to win a Jaguar XF and today was the drawing, at 7:30 at Casino Arizona.
Both of us being followers of the “Secret,” we get in the mentality that he already won the car and the only step is to receive it. After a few idealistic, yet potentially true phrases exchange, he asks for my help to win the car. As his best friend, that was a rhetorical question at best. My next move was meditation; I knew that if he wanted that car, he needed my positive energy and the fastest way to get there was through a concentration of thankful and positive experiences.
After we hang up the phone, I go outside, sit down on the ground and pray. Not pray for him to win the car, or pray for him to be happy, but I pray to get into a positive trance. I think of vacations, trips, moments in my life that made my life, family, friends, but most of all, smiles. Smiles are what make me one of the happiest people on earth, and just thinking of all the people that care about me and that had genuinely smiled at me in the past propels me into the state of bliss that is not only unrivaled, but also unaffected by the material world. By now, my smile takes up most of my face and my eyes are already watering. Seconds after I achieve this state, Mike calls back.
He had gone to the wrong casino, and it was already 7:45, but fortunately he had just found out that he had until 8:10 to register. I could sense his energy through his tone of voice and the emotion in his speech was unmistakable; he was where I was. For no reason now, two best friends were laughing on the phone telling each other how amazing it was to be in this state and how fun it was going to be to drive this car. Ha ha nothing could bring us down… we were once again at the top of the world.
Mike then meets up with our mutual friend Ron and our phone call comes to an end. Our state of mind, however, did not falter. 3000 miles away we fed off each other’s energy.
My manager calls me up shortly after the conversation with Mike ends and announces to me that I have to wake up at 4 am so I can do a morning show for a News station. Sensing his fear and frustration, I gladly accept this job.
One more text message is exchanged in between Mike and me… a wish for good luck. I attempt to fall asleep, but at 12:10 am, I get a phone call from Mike saying that he did not get the Jaguar, some black guy had gotten it were his expressions. The voice was not content, but not bothered. And to my astonishment, not for one second I had lost faith or happiness.
4, 4:05, 4:10… ring ring ring… My alarms go off and a touch on the shoulder of my agent accompanies my last alarm. With the gentle, “Santiago, it’s time to wake up,” a playful “I’m up, What’s crackin?” responds. What? Why was I so energetic?? Why was I so happy? This was just stupid, now. I am not a morning person, it is 4 am, on 3 and a half bad hours of sleep. I am confused. As I make it to the kitchen half-dressed, I chow down with a tiny red delicious on one hand, and a carton of “Hawaii” juice (Yes, that’s the pineapple, peach, orange kind) on the other. Brushing my teeth, I noticed that I was actually rather awake. I finished getting ready, grabbed a Cliffbar, threw my backpack on and shoved the Ipod default headphones in my ears. I made my way down stairs by 4:34, out the door by 4:35. Strangely, right on time.
Wait, I realized I didn’t have my train ticket one minute into the walk to the Ditmars Blvd. subway station. Picked up a light jog back to the apartment, received a very strange “what the hell are you doing back?” look from my agent, which was replied by an “I forgot my train ticket” smile by me. Again, running a little late, I calmly jogged to the train station, but not before I swapped headphones. I did not feel like being disturbed by the outside world, I was way too happy, and horn honks and city noises just did not appeal to me at 5 in the morning. So I put on some, might I say pretty baller, in-ear, noise-cancelling headphones on and I threw the other ones in the top pocket of my backpack.
Sitting in the subway listening to Go On by Jack Johnson, it came to me. It clicked. Damn, I can’t believe I did not think about it before. My accomplice in always being positive, Mike, had to hear this. I flipped open my Krazr, and texted, word-by-word, “Wow something just slapped me in the face… hard lol… the contest last night wasn’t for the car, it was for the energy… you noticed how excited we were about something so minute… it was an opportunity to give thanks and be as happy as we can be… we re never gonna win contests like that, we work too hard for s**t to be that easy… If it was that easy, we would enjoy it for like 10 minutes and then it wouldn’t matter anymore… But because you still don’t have that car, I don’t know about you but I woke up at 4 am happy as f**k overflowing with energy and that’s when it hit me… its to show us that every moment is an opportunity to be happy no matter what happens… make sense?” Yes, I actually sent that long of a text at 5 am. The response came in the form of an “I love u and ur right.” A few more texts were exchanged, but that is not the point.
We sent out to the universe, that we want to be happy, that we enjoy positive energy and that we thrive on it… What do we get in return? A car? Hell, no. What would something so materialistic and simple do for us? What is 10 minutes of happiness in comparison with days worth of it? What we got in return was the opportunity to be happy. The opportunity to call your best friend who is all the way across the country and unify your energies to make a random moment the happiest that we can. The opportunity to crystallize a simple hope into a powerful happiness without the hope ever becoming concrete. And what did we do? We did just that. We took a moment, and we made it our moment. We used our human nature to develop into a fulfillment of desire without anything becoming true in this material world. Everything happened in our minds, “hearts” and “souls.” So maybe we are wrong, maybe this material world is not all there is. Maybe our true happiness does come from the inside. Maybe we do need to change our inside, before we can even think about changing our surroundings. Or maybe, as we change our inside, and as we fill ourselves with positive energy, the outside world adapts to us; it adapts to our own energy.
Maybe someday, this will click for you too. Maybe, it already has. Just make sure that when it does, take it for what it is. And be honest with yourself. Don’t lie to yourself and tell yourself that that is what you believe in and then get mad because you spilt a cup of coffee, or because you have “too much homework,” or whatever your self-handicap may be. Just remember, that at the end of the day, you can’t fool yourself about being happy. It is your right to be happy, and it is your job that you are happy. It is your responsibility. So maybe it is time that you make it happen, otherwise, what’s the point?
Tuesday
1st generation of 21st CENTURY CERTIFIED INSTRUCTORS
yesterday we started the training, all of the applicant, and me, were soo excited and ready.
This group, which i've known for many, many years are ready to open their minds to a new dimention of learning: to learn who to teach. The training is intense and thorough, there is a lot of materials that i've collected through 2 decades and selected what really works.
I know that Jayne, Marcie, Ann, Carrie, Emily, Nektaria, Omaya, Susan share my passion in health and in sharing, as the curiosity of knowing and wanting more.
This fist selected group of ladies will carry my vision : "BEAUTIFUL BODY, POSITIVE LIFE"to reach people that they just don't settle for an OK life.
I'm honored.
This group, which i've known for many, many years are ready to open their minds to a new dimention of learning: to learn who to teach. The training is intense and thorough, there is a lot of materials that i've collected through 2 decades and selected what really works.
I know that Jayne, Marcie, Ann, Carrie, Emily, Nektaria, Omaya, Susan share my passion in health and in sharing, as the curiosity of knowing and wanting more.
This fist selected group of ladies will carry my vision : "BEAUTIFUL BODY, POSITIVE LIFE"to reach people that they just don't settle for an OK life.
I'm honored.
Monday
Perfect moment 2-
Perfect moment 2-
As seen by Santiago Peralta
Saturday at 11:18 am. As my mom, not mother, has stated in her perfect moment, there is no bad or good time to make a good or bad decision. She made hers at 3:22, I made mine at 11:18. Mine, however, was different, she stumbled upon her perfect moment, I picked mine. It was when I realized that not only perfect moments can happen anytime anywhere, but also by choice.
I stood next to the kitchen counter, the house being deserted by my parents, and my bro, not brother, out cold in his bed, and I just gazed outside. I thought to myself after looking around and reminiscing upon one of my favorite breakfasts: in about five minutes, its gonna happen to me. That perfect moment, I know it is. It started as soon as I thought about it. I took my Honey Bunches of Oats cereal and a banana. As I peeled half of the banana (one half for my stomach’s instant gratification purposes and the other for my cereal), I already felt relieved. And that’s when I began thinking about my mom’s perfect moment, and I began pondering upon if I should write about it and share it with people. Right after that thought cautiously entered my mind, it quickly evolved into an: is it my duty to share it with people? Is it my responsibility? It became a rather simple internal conflict that led to where I am right now.
Anyways, after topping off my cereal with what was left off the original banana, I proceeded, already with a smile on my face, to adding soy milk. All of this was my mom’s fault by the way as she was the one who essentially turned me off anything that is not at least partially healthy. As I finished my breakfast preparations for my perfect moment, I looked around one last time. A mild smile turned heavy, which in turn, shifted into a laughter of absolutely pure joy. As my eyes squinted more and more, they began to tear up a little bit. The first drop slowly came down my right cheek and as I wiped it with the backside of my right hand and looked at it, I realized that I had began to appreciate life. I had gone back to being a child pointlessly chasing after bubbles and having the time of my life doing it.
So as I took my first bite of crispy flakes and crunchy oat clusters, my memories splashed me with a surge of indomitable emotion. All positive. A smile with a side of laughter was unavoidable now. And as I looked outside repeatedly an intense aesthetic moment allowed the first part of one of my favorite quotes began to make sense: “all nature is but art, unknown to thee.” I was able to see the beauty behind the common. And it was one of the most beautiful moments I have ever experienced; life made sense, and I saw that it was meant to be beautiful and abundant. From that moment on, every chance I get, I allow myself to go into that trance. I allow my eyes to be opened by the natural beauty of the universe and to appreciate everything for what it is.
One of the things that I noticed about my perfect moment is that as we are socialized by work, the educational system and like things, we lose the essence of being human. We lose that love for the simplest things and we only seem to be satisfied by those things that we can’t achieve. And even if we achieve the unachievable, we do not give ourselves time to appreciate it, we just move along to the next goal. We seamlessly idle through time thinking that we reach our potential only when we rush through everything. When the truth is that when we rush through everything, something dies in us. Our passion dies; our happiness dies. And a mundane, all too ordinary life takes over… so how do we change this?
Make your moment. Create, don’t conform. Make your breakfast the ideal moment of your life. Reminisce and bathe in all the good memories in your life over a bowl of cereal or a tall caramel machiatto at the local Starbucks. Laugh to laugh and smile to smile. Do it privately and publicly without fear of being judged or criticized. Start living your dream today and become the change you wish to see.
Alexander Pope once said:
“All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good;
And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right”
Allow yourself to be inspired, appreciated, loved, taught, swept off your feet, whatever you want to be… and you will be
As seen by Santiago Peralta
Saturday at 11:18 am. As my mom, not mother, has stated in her perfect moment, there is no bad or good time to make a good or bad decision. She made hers at 3:22, I made mine at 11:18. Mine, however, was different, she stumbled upon her perfect moment, I picked mine. It was when I realized that not only perfect moments can happen anytime anywhere, but also by choice.
I stood next to the kitchen counter, the house being deserted by my parents, and my bro, not brother, out cold in his bed, and I just gazed outside. I thought to myself after looking around and reminiscing upon one of my favorite breakfasts: in about five minutes, its gonna happen to me. That perfect moment, I know it is. It started as soon as I thought about it. I took my Honey Bunches of Oats cereal and a banana. As I peeled half of the banana (one half for my stomach’s instant gratification purposes and the other for my cereal), I already felt relieved. And that’s when I began thinking about my mom’s perfect moment, and I began pondering upon if I should write about it and share it with people. Right after that thought cautiously entered my mind, it quickly evolved into an: is it my duty to share it with people? Is it my responsibility? It became a rather simple internal conflict that led to where I am right now.
Anyways, after topping off my cereal with what was left off the original banana, I proceeded, already with a smile on my face, to adding soy milk. All of this was my mom’s fault by the way as she was the one who essentially turned me off anything that is not at least partially healthy. As I finished my breakfast preparations for my perfect moment, I looked around one last time. A mild smile turned heavy, which in turn, shifted into a laughter of absolutely pure joy. As my eyes squinted more and more, they began to tear up a little bit. The first drop slowly came down my right cheek and as I wiped it with the backside of my right hand and looked at it, I realized that I had began to appreciate life. I had gone back to being a child pointlessly chasing after bubbles and having the time of my life doing it.
So as I took my first bite of crispy flakes and crunchy oat clusters, my memories splashed me with a surge of indomitable emotion. All positive. A smile with a side of laughter was unavoidable now. And as I looked outside repeatedly an intense aesthetic moment allowed the first part of one of my favorite quotes began to make sense: “all nature is but art, unknown to thee.” I was able to see the beauty behind the common. And it was one of the most beautiful moments I have ever experienced; life made sense, and I saw that it was meant to be beautiful and abundant. From that moment on, every chance I get, I allow myself to go into that trance. I allow my eyes to be opened by the natural beauty of the universe and to appreciate everything for what it is.
One of the things that I noticed about my perfect moment is that as we are socialized by work, the educational system and like things, we lose the essence of being human. We lose that love for the simplest things and we only seem to be satisfied by those things that we can’t achieve. And even if we achieve the unachievable, we do not give ourselves time to appreciate it, we just move along to the next goal. We seamlessly idle through time thinking that we reach our potential only when we rush through everything. When the truth is that when we rush through everything, something dies in us. Our passion dies; our happiness dies. And a mundane, all too ordinary life takes over… so how do we change this?
Make your moment. Create, don’t conform. Make your breakfast the ideal moment of your life. Reminisce and bathe in all the good memories in your life over a bowl of cereal or a tall caramel machiatto at the local Starbucks. Laugh to laugh and smile to smile. Do it privately and publicly without fear of being judged or criticized. Start living your dream today and become the change you wish to see.
Alexander Pope once said:
“All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good;
And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right”
Allow yourself to be inspired, appreciated, loved, taught, swept off your feet, whatever you want to be… and you will be
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