Fabrizio Ulivieri's Blog, page 49

Sul digiuno che riporta il Sé a se stesso

Se vi è una discrepanza fra il tuo Io e il corpo, fra ciò che sei e ciò che non senti di essere nel tuo corpo, allora digiuna, perché nel corpo vi è un eccesso da rimuovere.

Attraverso le stratificazioni di grasso si stratifica il materiale che ti estranea. Rimuovere il grasso di decenni rimuove l'Io dai suoi impedimenti a ricollegarsi al corpo.

Comincia a pensare al digiuno e aspetta il momento giusto. Il corpo possiede un indicatore personale che ti farà avvertire il momento opportuno per riniziare il digiuno.

Digiunare non è un mero fatto fisico. E' cambiare lo spirito di un tempo che si è fatto estraneo e che vive in noi al fine di estraniare noi a noi stessi.

Impossibile digiunare, senza implicare un cambiamento dello spirito interiore.

Chi ha digiunato nell'Antico Testamento lo ha fatto per invocare grandi cambiamenti nella vita.
Gesù stesso digiunò quaranta notti e quaranta giorni e dopo il digiuno fu forte per resistere al diavolo e fu pronto per il suo ministerio.

Il digiuno dunque rafforza e non indebolisce ed è vessillifero di grandi cambiamenti.

Il digiuno non è un miracolo ma è l'incontro del proprio Io con il proprio corpo. L'eccesso di cibo estranea l'Io dal proprio corpo.

I grassi strastificati impediscono all'Io di connettersi in modo adeguato al proprio corpo.

Le infiammazioni sono la prova evidente del dissidio fra l'Io e il proprio corpo.
Follow me on Substack  

Piccolo saggio di vita quotidiana - errori di un padre

 

Ore dopo la mia decisione, ho sentito l'innegabile motivo per cui la mia vita aveva cominciato a cambiare con sensazioni stranamente allineate. L'unica esitazione che mi ha fatto pensare la mattina in cui mi sono alzato è stata se tutto non fosse scaturito dalle inclinazioni immaginarie della mia mente.

Dopo tanti anni mi sono sentito nel mio corpo. Prima ero me stesso nel corpo di qualcun altro.

Potrebbe essere vero?

Per mesi e mesi dopo mesi, avevo capito che un cambiamento era inevitabile. perché tutto era una sciocchezza. Vivere così era una sciocchezza. Il dolore che soffrivo ogni giorno era una sciocchezza.

Non potevo sopportare la mia inettitudine nel non trovare una soluzione alla mia sofferenza. Soprattutto perché sapevo qual era la soluzione. Ho dovuto smettere di mangiare.

Forse non aveva niente a che fare con il mio vero problema, ma alla fine ho finito per chiedermi se la mia decisione di smettere di mangiare fosse conforme allo Zeitgeist o contro di esso.

Quando pensi e quando parli non pensi o parli mai al di fuori dei tempi in cui vivi. Il modo in cui parlavo e pensavo negli anni Settanta non era lo stesso degli anni Ottanta.

Forse era una soluzione data e forzata ai miei problemi per la scarsità di grandi spiriti e piattezza di cervelli e idee storte dell'epoca che stiamo vivendo a cui era vincolata la mia decisione?

Smettere di mangiare significava impedire al mondo esterno di entrare in me? Era quello il significato nascosto della mia decisione?

Potrebbe essere. Non ero sicuro però. Ma il secondo giorno del mio digiuno, sapevo che il mio mondo interiore era stato gravemente separato dal mondo esterno, e stavo finalmente recuperando il mio corpo e me stesso nel mio corpo.
Follow me on Substack  

The Human Factor

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?— ... A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.

(W. H. DAVIES)

Some decades ago Graham Greene wrote The Human Factor, which highlights how even in the most secret plots of the secret services, what determines the results is the human factor.

The same thing is to be considered in everything that has happened in the last three years, from the pandemic to the sanctions against Russia, up to the war in Ukraine, whose results are there for all to be seen, as long as one wants to see them.

The West, globalism, neoliberalism (or whatever you want to call it) which is the party that is becoming weaker and crumbling down day after day, is the best example of how the human factor is crucial. Globalism, in fact, privileged not the intelligence of its pawns, not their competence, not even their moral sense and their individual sense of responsibility towards the country and people they represent, but it has placed at the top of every government and institution its own devoted servants who in exchange for benefits (of all kinds) show themselves faithful to the Great Maleficent (Psychopathic? Satanic?) Intelligence of Globalism that leads and rule the world. And it placed them facing the diktat: either loyalty or ousting (even physical) from those privileges and grants that are given out of their loyalty.

And time and again, year after year, increasingly incapable, inadequate and incompetent personalities have been placed to run the countries of the world, profiles without skills but corruptible, wicked and evil but completely loyal (or forced to be loyal).

And the results are now undeniable. There is one part which is now growing and becoming stronger and preeminent that speaks according to a real and logical vision of the world and another part which instead wants and runs after a dystopic, alogical, psychotic world...

The winning part is that that has more competence, more respect for logic, for the social and religious values of its land and its people while the other one is forecasted to lose its power.

As Graham Greene pointed out, in the end, it is the human factor that counts.
And divine I might add.

Follow me on Substack  

Il Fattore Umano

 

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?— ... A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.

(W. H. DAVIES)

C'è un libro di Graham Greene, The Human Factor, che mette in evidenza come anche nelle trame più segrete dei servizi segreti , quello che determina i risultati è il fattore umano.

La stessa cosa si vede dappertutto oggi, in tutto quello che è successo negli ultimi tre anni, dalla pandemia alle sanzioni contro la Russia, alla guerra in Ucraina, i cui risultati sono sotto gli occhi di tutti, a patto che si voglia vederli.

L'occidente, il globalismo, il neoliberismo (o comunque lo si voglia chiamare) ovvero la parte che sta si sta giorno dopo giorno indebolendo e sgretolando, del fattore umano ha privilegiato non la capacità dell'individuo, non la sua intelligenza, non la sua competenza, non il senso morale, e non il senso di responsabilità dell'individuo verso il suo paese e la sua gente, ma ha posto ai vertici di ogni istituzione gente che in cambio di prebende (di ogni tipo) si mostrasse fedele alla Grande Intelligenza Malefica (Psicopatica? Satanica?) che guida il mondo. E li ha sottoposti al dictat: o lealtà o esclusione (anche fisica) da quelle prebende. E ai vertici sono finiti alla fine, anno dopo anno, personalità sempre più incapaci, senza competenze, corruttibili, malvage ma fedeli.

E i risultati si vedono. Si vede quale parte del mondo sta crescendo e imponendo. Quale parte parla di un mondo reale e logico e quale propone invece un mondo distopico, alogico, psicotico...Quella che ha più competenza, più rispetto della logica, dei valori sociali e religiosi della propria terra e del proprio popolo sta crescendo e si sta imponendo.

Come metteva in luce Graham Greene alla fine è il fattore umano che conta.

E divino aggiungo io.
Follow me on Substack  

A short essay on daily life - mistaken beliefs

 

Carlo Goldoni, the eighteenth-century Italian playwright who, it is said, invented the Commedia dell'Arte, in his comedy La Pamela wrote ‘He only half dies who leaves an image of himself in his sons.’

But is it really true this Goldoni's adage?

When my daughters were little I think I committed some continued injustices on them, even though those little injustices did not look like injustices when I was perpetrating them. Rather, they looked like little things, superficial things dictated by the exuberance of a father who loved so much their daughters. And they loved me, I believed...But did they really love me or that was just a way of accepting their father in an unswerving and occasionally undiscerning scheme of children who are adapting themselves to the image I had created for them?

I think it was this last case.

I used to talk to them about me, my life, my dreams, my problems, my sufferings, my joys, my disillusions...again and again, I was repeating the story of my life, again and again, almost ruthlessly. Like a ruthless storyteller.

I studded my stories with anecdotes, ridiculous nuances, exaggerating the situations, telling more or less depending on situations... I wanted to impress them, to make them believe the vision I had of life, of the world. Without realizing I was trying to shape their lives, their souls I put them in a cage, the cage of my phantasy, of my musings, of my life...the same cage I was in.

And they listened to me. They looked at me as serious and interested little girls. But actually, they didn't look at me - they looked at my emptiness I used to fill their lives with, without ever asking them whether they appreciated the discomfort they were onlookers of.

I was happy that they loved me, because I believed they loved me but instead, I now understand, it was not love, it was the seed of desire to get away from me that I was planting in their hearts.

And I will die one day, but I will die unconditionally alone to the world.

A short essay on daily life - the importance of fasting

 

Hours after my decision, I felt the undeniable reason that my life had begun to change with strangely aligned sensations. The only hesitation that made me wonder the morning when I got up was whether everything did not spring from the fictional leanings of my mind.After so many years I felt myself in my body. Before I was myself in someone else's body.Could it be true?For months and month after month, I had realized that a change was inevitable. for all was nonsense. Living like that was nonsense. The pain I suffered every day was nonsense.I couldn't handle my ineptitude in not finding a solution to my suffering. Above all because I knew what the solution was. I had to stop eating.Maybe had nothing to do with my real problem, but I wound up asking myself if my decision about stopping eating was according to the Zeitgeist or against it.When you think and when you talk you never think or talk aside from the times you live in. The way I talked and thought in the Seventies was not the same as in the Eighties.Perhaps was it a given and forced solution to my problems because of the dearth of great spirits and flatness of brains and crooked ideas of the age we were experiencing that my decision was bound to?
Stop eating meant preventing the world outside enter me? Was that the hidden meaning of my decision?It could be. I was not sure though. But on the second day of my fasting, I knew that my inner world was severely cut from the outer world, and I was finally recovering my body, and myself in my body.
Follow me on Substack  

We live in the age of the Seven Deadly Sins

 

One of the most diffuse sentiments in the last two years was that instinctively one understands that only a force of might can stand against another force of might.
In fact, what can a single man do to succeed in getting more capability of not-complying with dogmas dictating their agenda to our lives? Individually?
We have to find an interior force that pushes us toward every kind of possible interior resistance, which starts initially from a simple one-syllable-formula "No",
Most of the people in front of the Satanic agenda are threatened and prefer to comply, which is not a rational response but an irrationality.
Only an internal force, an interior path to follow, can give rationality in the midst of irrationality. Internal force gives pause to what is dictated to people from the outside. It becomes like a shield against threatening Satanic ideas.
The Satanic agenda, which is tried to be imposed on the individual will, consists of lies, tortuous attempts to explain, ignorance, something that comes across as an inability to explain but capability of triggering confusion, chaos and discomfort on given subjects, which fill vacancies in the people's mental library on the topics that come in question.
But, if we consider the Seven Deadly Sins, pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony and acedia, we find a response to what we see unleashed around the world, this enormous Satanic attack, the biggest Satanic attack in the world's history, we try to endure and resist day by day, which has overtly the aim to deny God and avert people from the Truth.
We live in the age of the Seven Deadly Sins. We experience their flourishing age and each one of us can resist by using their opposite: the Seven Capital Virtues of prudence, justice, temperance, fortitude, hope, and charity. This is the interior path to follow. This is the individual might that can outcompete the Satanic might.
Follow me on Substack  

“Which book would you like people to remember you by?”

I cannot answer this question. There is no special book I would like people to remember me by. For one simple reason: once I have terminated a book, I will forget almost everything about it, and almost forever. I will rarely have the chance to reread a work of mine o part of it.

Every book I wrote was written to talk about and explain the moment I was living in, therefore what is past is past, you cannot live it again. You can think of it but you cannot live it again. As my moments were so different from each other, so are my books.

I could make an exception for Il Cuore Immacolato Della Madonna because when I wrote it I was living one of the most appalling moments of human history. A living terror was put outside the house door, beyond the window. And the making of that book gave me a given strength that certainly was not coming from this world completely silenced and bent on its knees.

The writing of that text whose inspiring voice was coming from above gave me the strength and endurance to endure what we were experiencing in those months, one of the most satanic attacks we have ever suffered in world history. And it changed my life. He taught me to find the takas [1], the path inside me, leading me towards an interior light which outside had been killed.

It taught me the meaning of the word faith, i.e. to trust the takas I was following under the agency of that voice coming from a superior city, which was the opposite of the city I was inhabiting in.

Those days I was walking along the takai of the forest, to be alone, to avoid the people who have completely gone crazy, completely devoted to complying for fear.

And the real takai of the forest, their bending over, up and down, they turn around and their finally revealing the exit gave me the most important lesson of my life,

I cannot forget it. What I was before I was (and I am) not after.
-------------------[1] Takas (nominative singular) in Lithuanian means the "path" of the forest. Takai is nominative plural.

Follow me on Substack  

An unexpected attraction - fading voices

He was about to leave when he heard a burst of laughter from a dark corner of the restaurant and then the cling of cutlery.
He recognized the laughter and he smelled his warmth, his smell. A natural perspiration that reached him, unexpected.
It was him.
They were talking in English and he understood. They were talking about travelling.
I love to travel, was saying the little slut. Travelling is the most worthwhile thing you can do.
Is there a special place where you would like to go? Asked his (boy?)-friend.
Everywhere, basically. But above all to Argentina.
Why Argentina?
Actually, not Argentina. I meant Buenos Aires.
Buenos Aires?
Yes.
Why?
I dunno. But I like the big cities. Is by the sea. I adore Spanish y la sangre caliente de la gente de Argentina...
He was surprised that the little slut desired to fly to Buenos Aires. He had the same dream, to fly to Buenos Aires and live there, maybe forever, even though, to be honest, he didn’t like to travel too much. He was convinced that travelling doesn’t really add anything to what you have inside you. It is not enriching, de facto. You don’t need to travel a lot to know how the world goes. Travelling too much can be just another way to dull yourself, to cheat yourself.
Then their voices got lost in the distance and floating around became dim and died.
They had left the restaurant.
He fell silent and listened to their robust laughing, fading away.
Follow me on Substack  

An unexpected attraction - the Negroni and male...

 

His wife that night had a meeting with old friends. A groupof wives that once in a while had a reunion in some locals in Vilnius, thatmostly was consistent with drinking and chatting nonsense.

He had tried many times to dissuade her not to go to thosemeetings, she was unhappy with those women. When she returned home she wasevery time so disappointed with them...

Why did you go there, then? He used to ask her every time.

I had to. They invited me. I couldn't say, NO.

And that's the way it is. No way to change it.

So, he decided to have dinner alone. The sole idea of beinghome alone was without pleasure. And disquieting.

On the third floor of Panorama, the mall where he went towork every day (at the Ikea space), there was a Mexican restaurant. He had neverbeen there.

Why not? He said. I want to have some takai (tacos).

He realized that that place was for solo diners. Only acouple of couples were there. The atmosphere was dominated by hushed and dimlights, inviting as a waiting room can be, where you feel this is not the placeyou can belong to for too long of a time because you know that you are onlypassing through, it's not your final destination.

He sat down and ordered some takai and a Negroni. He decided to cheer up his lonely night withsomething he loved when he lived in Florence.

While waiting for the takaihe started drinking the Negroni. A beautiful girl passed by in front ofhim, probably returning from the toilette. He couldn't help but watch her assand think that in Lithuania unfortunately girls rarely have beautiful asses. Hemeant feminine asses. Most of them have male asses. Little as male asses.

And the word "male ass" triggered something thatsent signs of "agitation" (he decided to deny himself the word"arousal"), because he thought of the little slut's ass.

He felt pathetic though. The Negroni made him live in a sortof augmented reality. Unbearable. Also, that diminished place was augmentingthe desire he was trying to suffocate in every way.

He couldn't wait to go home and see his wife.

I love you so much. He whispered.