When it sleeps there is not conscience of the body, when wake-up there is not conscience of the body. When I make relaxation there is conscience of the body, the relaxation is the jumper between the conscience and the irresponsibility, there is not other walk that the practical experience of the financial years of relaxation.
Nothing staies regular guest, all grows or decreases, the conscience cannot prosper at the expense of the sleep of the mind nor of his automatic thoughts, remains a road nothing else.... enlarging the field of the conscience including the body and his sensations, without giving up the experience of the mind, although without remaining surrendered for his edges of siren.
There is a conscience of the mind and of the thoughts, of the preoccupations and the doubts, it locate these experiences in the middlings and consider him/her/it superior, therefore the body being lower is of importance minor, and it has to subdue to the dictates from above. The luminous mind as a ray wastes and roars like a thunder when it is separated from the body, lest the body has to changes place in the scale, nor that it is to disregard the mind, it is that the conscience it finds in a place that belongs to the domain of both and in rejection to any. For nothing it finds light up the body with the dazzling light of the intelligence, not even return to the field of the conscience all the corporal, single find approximate the conscious thing to it irresponsible, a proximity that each other full of energy. Are not speaking of a mind that explores the body and enlarges the conscience to your coast but of an attentive and sensitive body that explores the mind and your irresponsible.
In a world in which it mentions and body appear as separate beings, it springs up a barrier that in order to protecting, hides each other, hides a part in nuisance value of the other, without benefit for both. The intelligence is a force that levels, results so attraction which succeed in the mind that captures my attention and the world it interprets through the mental hábitat, the nervous system it converts in a filter, a firewalls that single leaves stop the informations that in accordance with rule sets forth previously permits the access to the central system. There is a truth that subyaces to the small places of business truthes, the true God place of business of all the places of the planet, the authentic beliefs of each territory, the formulae of conduct of the Indian, Afghanistan, America or will go, it compose a mosaic truly virtual infinite, truthes that single it are in each cerebral cortex.
There is a more deep truth than subyaces the subjectivity of the neuronal endohabitat, a reality that it is any place, but there of the particular beliefs. There is a possibility of calm, there is a freedom that spring up of the reaction against, there is a space between a thought and other that is not precise to fill with immediate, there is an instant in which is opened an opportunity, between a look and other, between an action and the following, there is an instant that it is a dawn or a chasm. In the middle of the tension opens a precipice, from the calm it lights up to him the body, in state of relaxation it remains somewhat of attention to observe that seat, there is attention towards the exterior, towards the inside.
Relaxation is not single calm, it is attention, an attention that succeeds in two addresses. It has to exist an attention so to attend to the body, to the mind, to hide it and to the superficial thing.
