Pnumana E-Book

Carlos Alcalde

• Herausgeber: Editorial Autores de Argentina
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 57

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

In this book I refer my encounter and my personal experiences with Pnumana, a being who was able to unbound his consciousness from the time-space imperatives that this world, which we share and confirm every day as ours and real, impose to all of us. It is my purpose also, in writing this book, to expose the spiritual science that Pnumana, through his own experience, was capable to develop. Covering  subjects that I supposed of common interest, going with Pnumana through places in Argentina - especially in Buenos Aires-, the text means to be an invitation and a stimulation to seek and find the self conscience expansion, to  push the limits of possible and to accept the omnipresence of mistery.

Leseprobe

Carlos Alcalde

PNUMANA

A Shaman in Buenos Aires

Editorial Autores de Argentina

Alcalde, Carlos

   Pnumana : a shaman in Buenos Aires / Carlos Alcalde ; adaptado por Joel  Fernandez. - 2a ed edición especial. - Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires : Autores de Argentina, 2015.

   Libro digital, EPUB

   Archivo Digital: descarga y online

   ISBN 978-987-711-425-6

   1. Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires. 2. Chamanismo. 3. Relatos Personales. I. Fernandez, Joel , adap. II. Título.

   CDD 130

Editorial Autores de Argentina

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Cover design: Justo Echeverría

Inner design: Maximiliano Nuttini

Translated from spanish by Joel Fernandez and Carlos Alcalde

Content

Introduction

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II

III

IV

V

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VII

Introduction

Some years ago, a few, I was given to find in my way a man, a being that knew how to unravel from the hank of emotions, desires and frustrations in which we see ourselves normally trapped. Much to our distress, we find ourselves again and again, after some time, in the same point, acknowledging ourselves in the same matrix of suffering.

By establishing a new relationship between the time-space laws and their opressive effect, the person whom I refer to is capable of acting – at will I guess- in different sorroundings of manifestation, in different synchronic realities.

The medieval tibetian saint Milarepa used to fly over his town, before the astonished sight of his neighbors. Are these kind of things possible? Personally, I saw myself urged to understand that they are. Long time ago now, it germinated on me the idea that the limits of what is possible are inherited, absorbed from the enviroment and, by work of habit, self-imposed.

It is the intention of this book to bring a testimony about how this afored mentioned meeting went, how it modified the course of my life and, fundamentally, how this person managed to orientate and capitalize his experiences towards a liberating process.

In these pages, I’ve summed up everything I could consider of value and utility for those who, like me, over the daily occurrences, with their changing grieves and prosperities, feel the need to answer the most intimate and ancient of questions.

I

I met with Pnumana in a bar. It was hard to imagine a meeting with someone like him in a bar. But that’s how it went the first time. And a few other times too. Downtown. Santa Fe and Callao avenues, upstairs.

He was on time. He was waiting for me. The intensity of his glance impressed me. Someone who just received wonderful news, someone who finally accomplished an intimate and long hoped wish, would look that way I guess. But then, as the chat went on, his face adopted a tragic or childish or humorous look. His stare turned intense, unbearibly brilliant, or it diminished to become dull, lifeless. Eventually, a brief silence was made. It is very intense, to be in the presence of a person who can stop being that at any time, to turn into something else. I knew it. And he knew I knew it.

We spoke, I introduced myself. He was there to answer my questions. And I was uncapable, at the time, to efficiently organize my thoughts. We ordered coffee. It was served. We thanked. I asked him if I could record our conversation, he politely agreed.

- Alcalde – he told me- what do you think we could talk about?

His expression showed ambiguity – he said it almost laughing- mocking everything there was to say and my obvious expectations and the interviewer-interviewed roles and the feeling that a long silence might be fine.

The elements we work with are so subtle that, sometimes, they quickly slip through the fingers, so to say. My head was in blank. I was carrying a deep pain in my heart due to a recent loss, one that I will carry forever. In a twist of his attention, I understood he perceived that. And this wasn’t what surprised me, but the fact that I realized it and the way in which we both shared these feelings that now belonged to both of us. That energetic flow, so to speak, of conscience, was like an ascending centrifugal force, like a vertigo.

I didn’t said a word. I felt renewed, clean. Suddenly Pnumana spoke as continuating an already started conversation.

- We have the horizontal line, Alcalde. The time line, that wizard, the impostor. It’s a game and a trick. Everything that happened once, will keep on happening forever. We barely light one point with the flashlight of being, the vertical line. Whats the limit for the vertical line? It starts here, this place, this moment, this table; where does it end? Ascending on the vertical line, there’s no limit, we reach the only thing there is, the only thing that Is. And it all resounds through simpathy.

I adjusted myself. We had started.

- Now: how much can we manifest in one moment? How many moments are we capable of producing? The comprehention reaches a detention point, to then renew itself. There’s no need to go anywhere, but is there a method? I say there can be. Drink your coffee, Alcalde, its getting cold.

At that moment I remembered the words of Claude Debussy, who was present in the theatre where Stravinsky, novel composer at the time, had just exposed his revolutionary play “The Fire Bird”. Consulted by the press, Debussy said “one has to start somewhere”. The evocation made me smile in my mind.

I drank my coffee. I was happy. I understood the state of deep inspiration from where Pnumana released the words. A dream I had with him a night before came to me. Of course I had never seen him yet. In this dream, him, deprived of human form, was like a sphere of bright energy, like a fire that doesn’t burn or like pure electricity, shifting from right to left, among a group of people who remained in the shadows.

- Pnumana, I’d like you to tell me something about the current time, after the anticipated December of 2012.

He immediatly responded.

- Building up expectations, being them good or bad, based on global events, is like expecting the newspapers to tell us where the world is going, and the world goes wherever and on the way, are our responsibilities and our actions and thoughts, never fully ours. And in that energy flow, the being goes through the inside, but also through the outside. Subject and object. The being must participate and at the same time stay on the side, as observer, even of personal becomings. In this sense there’s no ground zero, no start over, no point blank. There’s a part that needs to unleash, that’s useless to try to control. Effectively, times change, but waiting for a world of peace and love, is not a good policy.

Pnumana smiled.

- We have to free ourselves and we have to do it as soon as possible. And everything that helps, is welcomed. Because the task of deconstructing ourselves and contemplate, from love, is not easy.

- You mention love. Could you tell me about that?

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