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Around 17, I remember as expanding open to absorb as much information and a naive and naive appetite for knowledge, strength and fullness. He had few things clear, including that I did not like Ranchi and had to find a way out of there. But positive things, like I like music, art and other useless, and felt a deep interest in spiritual things.

By then participated in Catholic youth movement, but I must say more for its cultivation of personal development and social issues of alternating and meet other young people. Arriving at the part where they wanted to bring one back to the Church with Mass, priests, confession, etc., Did not fish, it was critical ...

I became interested in Eastern philosophies (rather substitutes), reincarnation and those things that one enticement at that stage and had rostrum more or less chantas magazines, but attractive, as "Self" (the audience) to "Predictions" (a real shit for heavy users of esotericism) . Clear is attractive to think that one has had previous lives, or may communicate with the dead ones. He talked with priests and religious people, but then reached a point where the explanations were short and appealing to a form of faith that to me seemed more like credulity. For example, that that Jesus died for us, for one, was a strange idea ... what I meant when everyone knew that he had been dead for almost 2000 years ago and rather far from Chile? How to connect it with this ?. It seemed a nice phrase, nothing more.
Many questions and few answers. An ex invited me to a meeting of an evangelical group, the I went. I did not like much, but it took more seriously than others. I uploaded this inclination to singing and dancing that went with my way of being more reserved. It was the same vacilón of gigs, but joint, and my euphoria I am doing in other situations, not religious.
same time a friend was studying the Bible with Jehovah's Witnesses (yes, that happens to annoy people at home in the morning when you are busy or want to sleep), who until that time I identified as a branch of Protestantism. I went to a session also curious. I was amazed at the clarity and consistency of answers and arguments wielded all from the Bible. It knew from the book, literally, and it was clear well ahead of the rest. For each question had a solid answer, or at least well founded in that book, so far, I had found an old work, long and unattractive. And if you took them out of that area as the madmen were handled, that is, you could tell they were well prepared. Surprised by my discovery I studied religions in general and Christianity in particular for several years, comparing, contrasting and facing versions. I was surprised mostly to the fact that a lot of doctrines held by the ancient Christian tradition from completely lacking in support book that was supposed to be the basis of everything and were more the product of tradition, and that it had special book to his credit, as far as one could argue, as he pretended to be according to their own texts: a book inspired by the above, no single man-made. At the risk of lateral quote a couple of specific examples: its historical accuracy and the passage from Isaiah that refers to the "circle" or "ball" of the Earth at a time when the scientific fact that the Earth is round was ignored.
I want to clarify that it is a mystery to this humble servant that you, reader, must be thinking, "poor, conceited it .... ", and I find it strange, because I suppose in your position I would have thought the same thing, but to understand me, I'll add simply that, in general, do not give the reason in most of what have been discussed and partially supporting militant conservative and skeptical position beyond what is reasonable, and interested me the truth about these matters, not winning the argument. In my position that helped me neutral on the subject, so I was not, say, threatened or violated when the evidence supported a view at odds with my beliefs at the time.
That's what I came to study at the U, and story short, I became convinced that he had found, but the truth, at least the closest thing to it that seemed to exist. That was gradually engaging my heart and my vision of life, so I got to the point where I was faced with doing what I understood I had to do the catching all that rum, or to me that of figs. Understand, among other things, that God was a real person and that he hoped one would live under its laws were to protect one. For example, if D ordered to stay away from certain behaviors, say fornication, drugs or be violent, was not being hinchapelotas and boring, but to preserve one of the negative consequences of such practices.
Sounds reasonable right?.
Well, eventually began to correspond more closely with my new friends and my life was adapting to what he understood was right. I remember I stopped the taxi and went out Saturday night to walk around town, and while looking at the world around me thinking how lucky I was to learn what he knew, and saw the miseries of the world the foreshadowing of the next end. The more he watched the state of the world became clearer to me was beyond repair. Human beings were not able to fix the cake, but all the publicity of the universe and presidential messages year after year otherwise proclaimed loudly. Nor served much the good intentions of people with good intentions to take a decisive turn to the dull course of the human race, because the dissolution process was advanced and those who had the upper hand is going to go to the grave without letting and were capable of anything to preserve their privileges. Not to mention that it is not possible to stop the demonic world mquinaria without causing a meltdown of biblical proportions.

government had not able to turn the tables, except one who came directly overhead, and that was what was promised in the famous book, which prophesied a statement by the Chief when he was leaving Mansac humanity was at its peak .

would come home full of joy and excitement, feeling in possession of knowledge I wanted to share, and the unbridled joy of bohemian seemed fatuous and devoid of real joy, it was rather, as he saw her as a cop and solution to a life without purpose or objective in a world that was leaking from all sides. Praying, seeking intimacy with God, and my reel was up early to attend Christian meetings, where he received instruction and shared with those who had come to regard as my brothers. That was nice. Regularly studying the scriptures and I was bright inside and out. I came to believe again in the Devil as an opponent and evil spirit in possession of debating the sad parody of real life had become was already millennia of human history, and I was continuation of a long line going back to remote antiquity, who had died in the sands of the Roman circus and the first human beings ...
even remember that I once had a religious experience (to Enrique Iglesias) half mystical character. Alegre was going down the hill, where he lived then, one Sunday morning, thinking I do not remember what, and suddenly I was stuck at the thought of the sun shining above me. Felt the warm caress on my skin and saw his light spill onto the city and the distant sea, and felt a huge presence but close, disturbing and terrible, but loving friend, who was not shown directly and let me see through its creation: it was like God himself seemed to wink and say "I was good, huh? ... tranquiiilo, mijito. Yes I did all this, and I know that you are a good flat and loves me, and I want it. And I care, so do not worry. Keep it no more. " Not in those words, but more or less that.

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As a child I understood that was a heavenly father who watched over all good children, a universal spirit guardian of the good things that watched my dream when I was afraid, as my parents taught me. "Tatita" God, that they tell you, "sleep little calm, dear, no need to fear God Tatita look that is caring and all good little children," so let's screw up and fall asleep, they needed to say. Just the thought I can not remember how, but ended up sleeping.
not remember when, but it must have been between four and six years, also by cultural transmission family learned to pray. "Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, etc ...."
"my guardian angel, dear, do not forsake me, night or day, nienlahorademimuerteamén."
These verses have today for my family and almost a sound sleep. The pronounced with eyes closed and I can again feel the sensation of my bed in the dark, and the effects were generally reassuring, especially if I was afraid to see a horror on TV.

still posh the idea of \u200b\u200ba protective spirit, cool and with wings. Near the house was a cemetery, and sometimes we would walk. It was a small sleeping city in the sun, and silence those voices silent and opened to the imagination. In one corner stood a statue of an angel, and I liked talking to him. Like rum that was only a stone statue, but sensed in her a spirit, then I like to talk. In college I learned intricate words for that experience.
The point is that at that age, at the point of concerns and questions, I became conscious awareness to the issue of religion, not God, but that there were what I would call now, in the language of the university, religious institutions . Of course, Catholics and Protestants differed little. Around my house had an evangelical church. I really liked them that was the woolly coverings that they sing in a row down the street. It looked like a party, in the best sense of the word. As breaking the monotony of everyday life. It was the sound of music, I'm sure ...
When I was eight, one morning in late spring or summer, remember, I got out of bed at about the 11 o'clock I went outside and stretching, and beauty of the morning, the sun, the softness vaguely perfumed air and I breathed green grape vines, they appear in my mind, a cosmic question: where did it all? how did to be all this, plants, grapes and man?. This changed for your humble servant in mobilizing an important question. Someone should roll catching, included priests, books and dads, so it should be a matter of asking, I thought ...
At one point, about ten, neighborhood children were enrolled in the local parish to "go to catechism" and "doing" the first communion. Seemed to entertain and wanted to go too. In parallel, the school had "kinds of religion." They taught us some songs and ideas and memory. I went two years catechism and my first communion I struggled to experiment a mystical state when I swallowed the wafer, but it was more the desire depth, infinite attempted what was truly substantive to the roll. It was all very nice, but ultimately did not have much significance in one's life. As a growing cache was the issue was not considered important by the people. So religion was losing majesty, as a more elaborate version, a version for puberty, the myth of Father Christmas. Like a rum to be good having a functional value: if we are all good things are going well, but in the medium and long term, could be more or less perfectly without religion and relate to it in terms a distant sympathy or utter indifference. Except in extreme situations, of course. With the pelagic front approximation process to trigger religious violence, for example, on a hijacked plane, hanging from a branch to the abyss or to a simple terminal cancer. Situations like these put it to a head against the rocks and without the benefit of time for mulling pajearse philosophical considerations.
The fact is that at 14 when I enrolled in a church in order to prepare me for confirmation, I knew it would not last long. I went to two "classes" and would be it. One was already great for those whining. Thereafter, the image of the Church Catholic, which after all is the religion of my culture, appeared to me until today more as an institution rather social background rather than religious, good people, lots of it, helper of the poor, but unable to give satisfactory answers to cosmic questions without resorting to a naive credulity. And as an institution, historical farm, without credit, in line with other evil powers that a beginning to distinguish the apparent order of the world.

At that time I began to read. I mean, to read with a purpose, like trying to learn. Until that time was a good reader of novels and stories, but I had not gotten into the roll of thought. I was captivated as text Hesse initiation, that the search for a transcendent meaning. That bloomed again all my appetite, but under a new perspective: the philosophical critic freethinker, and went through the typical hormonal teenager pseudoateísmo stage after reading the words of Nietzsche that God was dead, that sounded as cool as rock, and Huidobro, saying that there is much vice in vice or virtue so much virtue.

Richard Bach also seduced me with Juan Salvador Gaviota. It is not much the standard had sharpened yet ... But there was the embryo of the theme of freedom and individual human self. Saint-Exupery Ortega y Gasset (who swore to understand at the time), the ointment Orientalist and a professor of philosophy who had completed the equation. I think at that point of the trip was defined as a little one would be in the future. Which crystallized as psychologists call it personality, which is the way of being and thinking of one. Not imagine the paths that follow my spiritual journey ...

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