“… And so you see, my Brother, that the truths that were given to you in the Grade of Neophyte [1], and those that were given to you in the Degree of Adept [2] Minor, are, even if opposed, the same truth.” - From the Ritual of the Degree of Mestre do Atrio [3] of the Templar Order of Portugal

Mount of Perfection Verses To like everything, you don't want to like anything. To know everything, you don't want to know anything. To own it all, 5 you don't want to own anything. To become everything, you don't want to be anything. To get to what you don't like, you have to go where you don't like it. 10 To get to what you don't know, you have to go where you don't know. To come to possess what you do not have, you must go where you do not have it. To get to what you are not, 15 you must go where you are not. When you notice something, you stop playing everything. To come from everything to everything, you have to let yourself be completely in everything. 20 And when you get to have, you need to have unintentionally. When I didn't want more, I had everything inadvertently. The more I wanted, 25 With much less I am. The more I wanted to look for him, the less I found myself. The less I wanted, I had it all inadvertently. 30 Now there is no way, because there is no law for the righteous; It is itself a law.

God said: I will bestow a gift upon you: I will give you possession of a tree. And it did belong to me. I hear the scent of rivers. I know the voice of waters has a blue accent. I know how to put eyelashes on silences. To find the blue, I use birds. I just don't want to fall into sanity. I don't want the good reason for things. I want the spell of words.

You see magic in the details. Have you ever noticed the sound of a fire when the wind blows? I've always had this intuition, ever since I was little, that the wind tells me things. I hear it tell me what to do. When it stops, I suffocate, breathing air... Art... Art! I wish you were here, watching the air feed the fire, the soot that rises and the wind that makes a noise and disappears. Yesterday the wind told me I'll see you again. But everything in its own time.

"Impeccability should not be rudeness Be ruthless, but charming Cleverness should not be cruelty Be cunning, but sympathetic Patience should not be negligence Be patient, but active Sweetness should not be foolishness Be sweet, but be lethal" Carlos Castaneda