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.
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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