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- Herausgeber: Gianmario Viganò
- Kategorie: Ratgeber
- Sprache: Englisch
Seven is revelation and contradiction. Seven is passion and eroticism. Seven can irritate or move. Seven has no rules, except the rule of not having any. Seven has a simple, often intimate language. It can be subject to criticism, opinions and different thoughts.
Or… you will fall in love with it.
A series of synchronicities linked to two letters and a message found in an old book take the hero to Andalusia, as he feels the need to put a distance between himself and the places and the people he knows. This is where his journey starts.
He crosses the whole of Spain on foot, with the curiosity of finding out where a series of apparently casual events will lead him, deciphering a language which goes beyond words.
Every event has a meaning, and in our everyday life there are clues that deserve being more closely observed, as though they were an aid to find the sense of connection between one event and another.
On his journey he meets Steve. Through regressive hypnosis he guides him back to the 1950s and it is thanks to this that he realizes where events are leading him, because the origin of what happens in the present has to be sought in the roots of the past.
He relives a love story which lasted one evening, where the fusion of minds and bodies goes beyond attraction and eroticism, to the point of indelibly marking the soul and wishing to find that passion left in limbo in the past, to experience it in real life. But when and how can it be recognized?
The synchronicities show him other clues. They bring him face to face with people identical to others, so that he learns the legend according to which each of us has “seven” lookalikes scattered around the world.
Thanks to a meeting with an archaeologist, the existence of manuscripts from the third century kept secret is revealed to him, in which the dawn of this legend is revealed. An overwhelming truth about the origins of the Church which has been hidden to us for two thousand years emerges from these documents. They strongly challenge what until now they have tried to make take root in our minds.
It is a great revelation for the whole world, and could spark off a great rebellion of the faith by the people if it were to disclosed.
Lastly, the two letters, the hypnosis and the manuscript lead the hero to the noblest purpose in his regard:
“to the unexpected revelation.”
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CONTENTS
SYNOPSIS
I - FREEDOM
II – THE FIRST DAY
III–SYNCHRONIES
IV – THE KABBALAH
V – REGRESSIVE HYPNOSIS
VI – LOSS
VII – THE MANUSCRIPT
VIII– FORGIVENESS
IX – SANTIAGO
X – THE LAST LETTER
XI – SEVEN
Credits
SYNOPSIS
Seven is revelation and contradiction. Seven is passion and eroticism. Seven can irritate or move. Seven has no rules, except the rule of not having any. Seven has a simple, often intimate language. It can be subject to criticism, opinions and different thoughts.
Or… you will fall in love with it.
A series of synchronicities linked to two letters and a message found in an old book take the hero to Andalusia, as he feels the need to put a distance between himself and the places and the people he knows. This is where his journey starts.
He crosses the whole of Spain on foot, with the curiosity of finding out where a series of apparently casual events will lead him, deciphering a language which goes beyond words.
Every event has a meaning, and in our everyday life there are clues that deserve being more closely observed, as though they were an aid to find the sense of connection between one event and another.
On his journey he meets Steve. Through regressive hypnosis he guides him back to the 1950s and it is thanks to this that he realizes where events are leading him, because the origin of what happens in the present has to be sought in the roots of the past.
He relives a love story which lasted one evening, where the fusion of minds and bodies goes beyond attraction and eroticism, to the point of indelibly marking the soul and wishing to find that passion left in limbo in the past, to experience it in real life. But when and how can it be recognized?
The synchronicities show him other clues. They bring him face to face with people identical to others, so that he learns the legend according to which each of us has “seven” lookalikes scattered around the world.
Thanks to a meeting with an archaeologist, the existence of manuscripts from the third century kept secret is revealed to him, in which the dawn of this legend is revealed. An overwhelming truth about the origins of the Church which has been hidden to us for two thousand years emerges from these documents. They strongly challenge what until now they have tried to make take root in our minds.
It is a great revelation for the whole world, and could spark off a great rebellion of the faith by the people if it were to disclosed.
Lastly, the two letters, the hypnosis and the manuscript lead the hero to the noblest purpose in his regard :
“to the unexpected revelation.”
Introduction
When I am on the road, my thoughts run quickly, strongly, deeply: they are ideas which flood my mind as though I were reading the finest book ever written. Then, when I pick up a pen, it is as though those thoughts were fearful of coming out. The pen makes them shy, whilst life encourages them.
Writing gives me the sensation of walking in the street naked, in particular when I know that someone else will read about me.
I am not a writer at all, but I have made an effort to find the words. Those words which put one after another create a combination of emotions, of states of mind, which usually only life can convey in all their nuances.
To you, whose name is written on a rock on the cliffs of Finisterre
I - FREEDOM
Man believes he wants freedom. In actual fact, he is very afraid of it. Why? Because freedom makes him take decisions, and decisions mean risks,
Erich Fromm
What does every human being aspire to?
Even more than happiness, wealth and love, it is his freedom that he wishes for!
What is its real meaning? When do I associate an emotion with this word? I could ask millions of people and yet their answers would all be completely different. Each person has a concept of their own according to their experience. Some could say the freedom to profess a faith or a belief, freedom for a prisoner, freedom of thought and expression, freedom to act, and for others… to love.
My highest concept of this word is “to do and to say”, at the exact time when I want to “do and say” something specific. The freedom of being.
I would like to find the courage to follow my instinct and follow freedom. Total and gratifying freedom. It is a gift that few possess, or to put it better, few have the courage of being. If we have only experimented with it, we are immediately singled out and considered mad, because we have broken out of the usual patterns. I would like freedom that is not given by external success, but internal victories. Those who possess it can be recognized by looking into their eyes, the mirror of the soul, and from what they emanate. What they convey being close to them is a sense of gratification, completeness and well-being.
Freedom is fantasy and creativity. It is forgiveness and truth. At times delusions and at others it is yielding to temptation.
Freedom entails risks and fears to be overcome, in a world that is now full of imposed rules or camouflaged rules, that can instil fear into any of our actions.
Each of us aspires to interior well-being, but often it seems to turn its back on us. It is not like that at all! Unconsciously, we are the ones who turn our backs.
We believe that we think with our minds, but we are overwhelmed by news that guides us, making us believe in free will.
We are submerged by news about the worst that happens in life, and this means that fear increases in facing up to everyday life, creating unhappiness which yearns for a better future. We are manipulated and conditions in focusing on every negative event or on what we do not have, creating in us a sense of latent unhappiness, of delusion and inferiority if we do not have a specific product or are not in a specific situation. We are driven to be dissatisfied, programmed and conditioned by unconsciously imposed rules, on what it is right or wrong to do.
If only we pay attention to the media, there should be a disaster every time we set foot outside our homes. I would not say that they help us to be careful but to be terrified of life.
If we decide to use the car, they make us think about all those people who die in accidents, and this is why it is better to go on foot. But this is dangerous as well, a building could collapse, we could be mugged or breathe in filthy air that is harmful for our health. Only the bravest would dare to leave their homes.
It will be safer to stay at home, but being very careful about what we eat. Cholesterol could be affected, not to mention the carcinogenic substances in our food that we could swallow. If we fell down the stairs? If there was a gas leak or our hairdryer fell into the water? The home is full of dangers and the only solution would seem to be to stay in bed. But if there were an earthquake?
This is pure exasperation, and fortunately few people become so obsessed.
I wonder whether it is possible to be totally ourselves going beyond what is constantly churned out to us and not paying attention to what others think.
We are living in times that go so fast! Days, months and years fly by without a pause in a frenzy of events. Emotions without interruption.
But to go where? Continuously on the move in search of what?
I do everything to get inside myself, to savour, and experience the gratification of my will, thinking that I can approach a sort of serenity, happiness and freedom that apparently only achieving “things” makes me feel and experience these sensations. Once the result has been achieved, this sensation of well-being ad gratification disappears in no time at all.
Where is freedom, really? Serenity. Above all, it is worth making such a great effort to find it?
I am sitting outside a bar. I am sipping wine with some tapas, while the radio plays vintage Spanish songs.
With my eyes closed, I breathe in the smells that surround me. In the air there is the perfume of peace.
The warmth of the mid-July sun relaxes my body. I like ,moments when I am completely with myself, when I can observe without being disturbed, closely examining the mistakes I have made or my wounds yet to heal.
After all, why should I appear strong if I am not?
Out of habit from how I have been taught, showing your weaknesses is like preventing admiration by others, but that is not at all the case for me. I think that revealing your fragility is itself an act of strength. I have always preferred being myself, fragile and perhaps appreciated, than strong and feared.
They say that by looking strong, you cultivate the courage to face challenges, while weakness has to be hidden and treated.
What I need at the moment is to be far from everything and everyone, as though it were a sort of revenge to abandon places and people to think only of myself.
I left alone. I did not want travelling companions, which was fine for me and all things reckoned, I recommend it to everyone.
I am in Seville, in Andalusia. It is an elegant city and at the same time busy in the streets in the centre.
Before coming here, I studied the itinerary I am about to take. I was attracted by what I read, by the description of these places and the people that you can meet.
It frightens me a little. I have six hundred miles ahead of me on foot.
Many would say it’s crazy, and to tell you the truth, I think it is as well. I have never walked for days on end and consecutively for so long, but I became completely engrossed in the books I read, imagining myself walking through boundless landscapes. “Alone”! Living with just a backpack and the bare necessities; three t-shirts. Three pairs of shorts. A shower gel, a multi-purpose knife, water, food and a great desire for introspection.
This is what I will live with for a month or maybe more.
According to books and accounts, there is a special energy in these places which lets those who go through them reach an understanding of their most hidden self.
I was fascinated by the legend that accompanies the “Ruta de la Plata”. It says that anybody who crosses it is offered the chance to meet their “true love”. I don’t know what that really means, whether universal love for anything and everything or of just one person.
After I decided to come here, a series of synchronicities confirmed my decision.
One night two months ago, I woke up with a start. Vaguely remembering a dream.
I could not remember the events, but only a voice telling me, “Go to Castile” and identity papers in a name I don’t remember but only the two initials: “M.P.”.
At daybreak I went to find out more and I saw that Castile is part of a stretch of the Ruta de la Plata. I was surprised by this but there was more.
The same morning I bought three books, two of which were by the same author, on the subject of “coincidences”, but until then there was nothing strange.
A few days later, I went to a junk shop, where there was a section of cheap books. I was attracted by a slim volume on an oriental philosophy and I decided to buy it.
I walked just a few steps. I browsed quickly through the pages and noticed a folded piece of paper with some writing in pencil on it. Curious, I opened it and found the name, surname, address with directions and the phone number of the author of the two books I had bought a few days earlier. What was even more amazing was that the author’s initials were “M.P.”, the ones I had seen in my dream. I could not let such a coincidence just pass by, there had to be some meaning to it. At that point, I decided to call the number of the piece of paper, but an electronic voice at the other end told me that it did not exist.
After a search on the Internet, I found her. She has an institute in Milan, holds seminars on personal, growth, philosophies and spirituality. I also found the phone number and I contacted her straight away. Telling her about what had happened, although she often hears stories linked to coincidences, she was surprised, Something was probably taking place that I had to learn from her, or life was pointing out to me the path to follow. But towards what?
As far as the initials “M.P.” were concerned, she told me that I should consult a Kabbalist, because letters have a particular meaning in the Kabbalah.
At that point I really thought that it was a joke, with someone above us all pulling the strings. But I did not understand why this was being done to me. The third book that I had bought a few days earlier was “The Jewish Kabbalah.”
My amazement and interest grew even more. I asked her whether she had any lectures scheduled in the near future.
She answered, “I have one next week on the “Ruta de la Plata”.”
A smile formed on my lips. This was further confirmation that coming to Spain had been the right decision.
As for the phone number I had found, she told me that it had been hers, but of another house where she had lived fifteen years before.
That piece of paper had been inside the book all that time.
As though banal and predictable, another sign came. I won a small amount of money playing the numbers in the lottery. It wasn’t the amount of money that was important, but the fact that there was something that wanted at all costs and with great determination that I remembered these events that revolved around two letters. These apparently chance signs and encounters seem to be events that have a deeper meaning. A simple language, but unknown to my eyes until that moment.
I don’t know whether I am running towards something or away from something, only time will tell me.
I will let myself be guided. What is certain is that I am fascinated by understanding the reason behind all this.
I realize that probably what I am about to do cannot be understood by everyone… or at least I think so.
II – THE FIRST DAY
Thinking too much opens wide the doors to a series of consequences:
it fuels and aggravates sadness, encourages negative reflections, deteriorates the abilities to solve problems, weakens motivation and interferes with concentration and initiative .
Sonja Lyibomirsky
It is half past five in the morning. I am in the albergue (hostel) where I have spent the night, a room with bunk beds and two other people who are still sound asleep. I prepare my backpack, moving around in the dark with a small torch. They say that in the middle of summer the temperatures during the day are very high here in Andalusia, varying between forty and forty-five degrees Centigrade. This is why it is advisable to set off very early in the morning.
I slip on my shoes and an ready to start my first day of walking. I set off looking for the yellow arrows that indicate the way to go. It is not easy to see them at this time of the day and I have to raise my threshold of attention.
The next stopping place is fourteen miles from here, in Guillena, and I wonder whether I am not overestimating my strength.
On this first stretch, I am accompanied by a torrent and cultivated fields, and like a promise that has been kept, I am offered the quietness requested.
The path at the moment is a long straight line, which lets me walk with my eyes closed for some moments. This way I become more engrossed in the sounds and perfumes. I often do this when I taste good food or listen to music.
After walking for several hours, I do not have the slightest idea of how many kilometres there are still to cover. I am beginning to feel tired and the heat is building up. I am at a fork, and after having made sure of the right direction to take, I carry on along a path made of pebbles and surrounded by tall plants. Drenched in sweat and with only the sound of the insects buzzing around me, I observe the horizon looking up, and I wonder how on earth I got the idea of coming here.
Why follow simple synchronicities and face this effort? I realize that my mind is beginning to wander and it is only the first day.
Despite all my intentions to make it lighter, my backpack is beginning to be a disturbing presence. All strength abandons me and my body cannot take it any longer, I am not used to this. I hobble on for a few more steps, then I collapse exhausted as though emptied of all my energy. I take off my backpack, my t-shirt and I collapse on to the ground. I stretch out my arms, catching my breath and looking heavenwards.
I close my eyes, losing myself in a world of my own. It is a word of figures, of ideal places and perfect situations. A parallel life created for escape, but at times, coming back to myself, reality leaves me with a bitter taste in my mouth. It seems that I am inclined to think immediately of an ending in the worst way, and reason creates turmoil for my spirit.
At times, the soul lets itself be overcome by the waves of an external sea, drowning in fear and doubts.
I am not always unfavourable, but when the sensation occurs I feel as though I am in a prison, where I have entered without anyone forcing me. There are no gates, walls or guards, but I cannot leave. The prison guards are my thoughts, where an invisible cage makes me seem apparently free. I look for the way to escape or at least I try.
The saying goes: “Those who give up is weak in spirit.” I probably am.
I look around. The panorama is of an expanse covered in olive groves. No houses, no roads, only trees. I can’t see other paths or people in the vicinity.
I only hope that I am not lost!
As I am lost in my thoughts, I see a man observing me. I am so tired that I did not even start when I saw him suddenly appear. He looks at me lying down beside me, without saying a word for a few seconds, then introducing himself. His name is Steve, he is sixty-six and this is his second time on the Ruta de la Plata.
When I left home, they told me I was crazy to embark on a trip like this. Now I realize that there’s someone who is more of a repeat offender of madness than me.
He tells me something about his background: “My parents were Irish and I was born near Shannon. On my seventh birthday we moved to Kenya. Growing up, I was driven by the desire to get to know the world. So I went to Australia, then Indonesia, India, America and Europe, alternating periods back in Kenya, I spent some periods sleeping on the streets and at other times I enjoyed great affluence.”
“Being here for the second time is to show my total gratitude to these places, which led me to a new way of living.
Some years ago the business I had started in Malindi went badly. I didn’t know how to increase the revenue of the company or which decisions to take. Even though in the past, life had inflicted many blows on me, that time I literally threw myself on the ground.
I think that the reason comes from the fact that in the past I had reached very high economic levels, to then find myself having to begin all over again. Psychologically it was devastating.
I heard about this walk, where people go home changed, with a different approach to events. A sort of open-air psychologist.
So I decided to take a month off. In hindsight and with a level head, I understand my wife and her concern seeing me set off, leaving a business that was already in difficulty. But I felt I had to do it! Something attracted me here.
After that month, and after having covered a thousand and one hundred kilometres reaching Finisterre, I returned home and I noticed I had a different approach to the everyday situations, I started to pay less attention to events that before I considered important, and then became futile, yet the circumstances were the same as I had left them. I had simply changed, as had my attitude towards events.
Shortly after I had returned home, I decided to close down the business and open a completely new one. It was the riskiest decision but also the best decision I have ever made!
My previous worries had disappeared, giving rise to a new and exciting adventure in work that was going full sail. From that moment I was able again to take the driving seat in my life and no longer be the passenger!
I listen to him, admiring his attitude and asking him how to have such freedom of action.
Without too many words and very casually he replied:
“Easy! You just have to do it. We’re the ones who take the decision, you just have to have the courage to dare.”
“In the past I had moments when I could not go forward, as though I was stuck in mud, at a dead end, falling into the vicious circle of thinking too much. I used to think that by reflecting at length of a problem, something would suddenly light up in my mind, bringing me the solution that had been concealed until then. I realized that this does not happen often, and the remedy was to stop thinking to start to act. Whatever my decision was, I could have corrected the cour [...]
