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things are more certain that come from direct experience. Believe is not the same thing to know first hand have experienced. Still, there are experiences that happen and then are interpreted, and often the interpretation has nothing to do with the fact itself. However, in my opinion and understanding, is as valid, or as dubious an interpretation as a fact ... and understand that this is not easy to accept.

appeal to the sweetness of the real, as to the habits of thought is rather crude as I see to be said. I hope the beauty of truth may prevail as a fund holder of these pronunciations. Thus, with the center open and bare hands, I intend to question any assumption that the truth is made present itself.

is assumed that the facts are the facts, real, undeniable. And yet the interpretations are veiled by prejudice, conditioning and more. Therefore it is usually to validate a fact but questions its interpretation. Here I even doubted the reality of any fact. And the proposition is as follows: for a fact is known, must have perceived, and to receive required certain conditions of sense perception. I can be certain of what I have seen with my eyes, and anyway I can be wrong. In the distance, a figure can be a rock or an animal. The view can be deceiving me. So how I can be absolutely sure that a fact is real?

is clear that the daily, the socialization that assumes the existence of a world populated by people, you come to agreements, consensus, through which what Most see or accept is assumed to be true. And that's how you differentiate facts called reality, fictional facts related to the findings of a single person or a minority, which may differ from the consensus, which is attributed the statement of the facts and effects of his imagination. But this research I propose assumes to validate what I experience firsthand: what do I see?, What I know?, How far I can see what is real and what is fiction?

One thing is perceived in a moment and the next moment is only as a reference in memory. I know that memory can be very treacherous, fantasies can involve colored memories and eloquent ways.

With all this, the perceptions are very accurate at the time of capture and although they are involved in the interpretation, only I know for sure about this, both perceived and its interpretation. It's something nobody can take away. To make this short, what I mean is that I and only I give reality to what they perceive. I only accept or reject, or doubt understand, I feel, I know. And this is undeniable. Nobody knows me, nobody feels for me. So I based my own reality. It is all I am and all that nothing is known except through me. is the mind, as a function distinction that is subjective and relative, which gives meaning to any perception, since the moment of listening, do not know what they are listening, then is given a name. But I who in turn receives and holds the mind.

Going further, one can then suspect the existence of things as separate from me but I can not suspicious about who I am and I am aware. Spinning fine, carefully born from the depths, I note that apart from me, nothing exists. Who is this "me" to which I refer? "One among many people? How do I know the existence of humans? Something is realizing all the doubts and certainties, and I know that. At this threshold of conscious awareness, where everything has been questioned, where no conceptual answer is valued, there is something clear: I'm realizing, though I can not define who I am and even though my personality is diluted and lost IDs foot. Delivered in this not knowing how to define who I am, and I'm realizing there is no doubt that I am aware that I can not give an accurate concept of what I am ... Mentalic or not, I know and I know. I can not define because I am beyond the mind and the concepts, I am what sustains them, what you see and here applies that the eye can not see himself, and yet beyond that, this infinite presence that I know of herself.

is revealed only by itself ...

is not the person, as an entity , you know, but I really am eternal consciousness and are. As a light that looks through the eyes, the skin feels, hears through the ears, look at the dreams, fantasies sees and realizes the mental complications and is this Being, full, bright, not born. Being Consciousness Bliss ...

is infinitely deep as an ocean of this knowledge ... that you come to understand that no experience, even the experience, even this ... are real for themselves, however, this understanding is the door that opens to the absolute freedom ... because we know that there is nothing to make weak or vulnerable to being oneself, yet it all makes sense from itself. You are the creator, sustainer and destroyer of your reality.

Maria Luisa

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