Ruby's scrap blog

This night I had one of those experiences in my dreams that are so unique. I am at the same time happy and unhappy about it. Happy because I am able to experience such bizar psychedelic things. Unhappy because it scares the hell out of me. Let me start with the first one I experienced.  It happened, like euh... 4-5 years ago. I was running in my schoolyard of then. Meeting a lot of familar people, browsing and jumping around from room to room (moving around in just a thought, like it happens in dreams). At a certain moment I was running from a which, a very dark one (figures!). The feeling I got was quite similar than what I got in the movie "The Blairwhich project", .. only 100 times more strong. Running, shouting, running... Strange was that I seemed the only one noticing that "thing" behind me. It was so scary and dark. Leaving me feel like it was the darkest of things coming for me to make my days to come the worst of all pains.   Run, Ruby, run! Afte...

Pilar, a new friend, has revived the ever lasting poem in me brain.  It remains there partly because of a disastrous trial of mine once, to improve my memory.   But it's a nice piece nevertheless. It's a poem that struck me as being simple, sooo true, yet ironic (or even sarcastic) in only 8 lines of text!!    Here it is:   The Four Ages of Man Yeats He with body waged a fight, But body won; it walks upright.   Then he struggled with the heart; Innocence and peace depart.   Then he struggled with the mind; His proud heart he left behind.   Now his wars on God begin; At stroke of midnight God shall win. Amazing is that I could as well project it on the life of á man as well as on the life of all mankind (through evolution and with the apocalypse at the end). Euh, no ... I do not believe in God, nor do I disbeleive It/Him/Her!!  I am just happy without needing to decide on it.